I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 642

"Embroidered imperial historian?"

The constable and the crowd quickly separated on both sides, which further set off the man's power. Jingyang blurted out when he saw the sharp change in his face.

"Worthy of being the childe of the former scholar, you know us!"

The big man grinned and waved, "take it!"

"I'm not a thief!"

Seeing the captors roll up the painting rudely, Jingyang can't protect it this time. He has to plead: "my father returned home and was seriously ill. His family is short of money. In order to buy medicine, he came out to sell the painting. Please let him go!"

The big man sneered and turned a deaf ear.

Embroidered clothes imperial censor is a special organization ordered to punish adultery and prison, and the inspectors are close to you. He is directly under the emperor.

Two hundred years ago, a foreign relative made a riot. Jiang Tianzi listened to the advice of the Legalists and set up a direct point to the censor. In the early stage, he wore embroidered clothes, also known as embroidered clothes censor, and held a scepter to patrol inspectors and hunt down rebels.

Later, this organization continued and became a knife hanging on the heads of all officials. As the son of the Minister of rites, Jingyang is certainly no stranger to the Royal historian of embroidered clothes.

However, his father once taught him a Confucianism and Dharma. As long as he looked up to heaven and earth and had a clear conscience, he could not be afraid of these censors. However, when the big man grabbed the iron hoop like palm, the frightening momentum was firmly locked. Jingyang only felt that his mind was blank and could not remember anything.

"His father is a minister who can govern the world and make great contributions to the country and the people. Now he is down and out, how can he be humiliated?"

Just then, a little streamer came out of the crowd and disappeared into Jingyang.

Whoosh!

A mighty white air rose from Jingyang's head.

This is the protection of Confucian culture, but it is not owned by Jingyang itself, but the blessing of ancestors.

Jingyang's father was Jing Heng, the Minister of rites. In the past, he scored three yuan in a row and was named on the golden list. After he became an official, he was also honest and clean.

The spirit of humanity not only extends the inheritance of the human race, but also has merit protection. The descendants of such good officials can be protected as long as they do not commit crimes and corrupt the family style.

"Go!"

The big man was intimidated by his momentum. He didn't give Jingyang the opportunity to stimulate his literary spirit. He had to be taken to prison and didn't let them cook. Unexpectedly, he was inspired by outsiders. He swept his fierce eyes in the crowd, turned and left without dragging his feet.

The two captains put down the picture scroll and hurriedly left.

The onlookers saw the excitement and dispersed quickly. Looking around at Jingyang blankly, they saw a young man standing not far away and looking at him with a smile.

"Thank you for saving me!"

He calmed down, hurried forward and bowed down to thank him.

"Speak in another place!"

Gu Cheng waved his hand.

He didn't mind his own business and save people at will. He understood the way of heaven and had the ability to see through the fate. He knew that if Fu Xi didn't intervene secretly and reincarnated for the third time, he should have a close connection with the despondent childe in front of him.

"Good! Good!"

Jingyang carefully collected the painting and touched the purse. A trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, but he also hardened his scalp.

They came to a medium-sized tavern. Jingyang carefully arranged a table of wine and vegetables, raised his glass and said respectfully, "haven't you asked the benefactor's name yet?"

The demon clan will have a name only when they hunt their first prey when they are adults.

Gu Cheng hasn't recorded his name in the Yasha royal family. The world is the test of Nuwa stone. He doesn't want to use his real name. His eyes move. He replied according to the original track: "Jingtian."

"Home!"

Jingyang rejoiced and became closer.

"When my father was the Minister of rites, my classmates and friends praised me for being good at poetry and painting. I have excellent literary talent. Hum, it's all fake!"

"My father is loyal and can learn from the sun and the moon. However, his majesty is close to villains and far virtuous officials. The prime minister wantonly asks for bribes, and his friends fish and meat in the countryside, which makes the people of Qingzhou miserable. The government and the public know everything! My father's advice, your majesty doesn't believe it, and he is also framed by the treacherous minister. He is tired of his majesty, so he has to go back to his hometown..."

Jingyang is a son of officials. Although he was spoiled since childhood, he is not completely without the city government. But this time, somehow, he drank a few cups of wine, full of desire and poured beans in a bamboo tube. That really said everything.

Gu Cheng soon got to know the current situation of the human Dynasty.

It has been nearly a thousand years since the rule of the state of Jiang. The people in this world have a long life, and the life of the son of heaven is the same. The second Jiang mingzong passed down by Gu Cheng has been in power for the longest time.

Ming Zong ruled the world for a hundred years, the officials were clear, the human world was stable, and the four directions were completely stable. Later generations passed down, although they were not all wise saints, there were no mediocre and confused kings.

This is related to the suppression of the national movement of Zijin Shenglong and the rise of civil and military forces to the fairy world in the Jiang Dynasty.

However, five hundred years after the founding of guozuo, foreign people gathered in the four barbarians and invaded the border. The chaos finally appeared, especially the chaos caused by relatives more than 200 years ago.

Since then, the emperor of embroidered clothes was established, and the three generations of the emperor either scrutinized politics, took charge of power, and did not hesitate to give power, or they were close to villains, far virtuous officials, and greedy for pleasure.

Now the emperor is even more extravagant and licentious. He has continued the dynasty for thousands of years and reached the turning point of prosperity and decline.

Gu Cheng's eyes moved and looked at the king's city from a distance. He looked at the decay of the purple gold dragon and showed his thoughts.

This is a novel experience.

Not to mention the power of the big man in the main world to turn the tide, he has done it more than once to save the life of the imperial dynasty in the small world.

But every time, it is based on the throne of the emperor, but now it is from the perspective of onlookers.

The previous king, who put an end to the troubled times in the spring and Autumn period, created a centralized and unified dynasty, allowing the people to live and work in peace and contentment. It is a Taoist spirit, and hundreds of families inherit it in the world.

Thousands of years later, the dynasty is approaching. Will it continue the national fortune or let it go?

"We don't talk about those bad things. How about staying in my house if you don't have a residence when you first arrive in Yuzhou?"

Gu Cheng's meditation was interrupted by Jingyang's hospitable voice: "my home is on the West Bank of Longhu outside the city."

"Duke Jing is seriously ill. If I bother you again, it will increase your burden. Is it a friend's doing?"

This time Gu Cheng didn't accept it and shook his head.

"Me!"

Jingyang blushed and wanted to say something, but he was unable to refute and hung his head.

"Duke Jing has been an official in the dynasty for many years, and has not left any industry?"

Gu Cheng's eyes moved and asked again.

"My father never took bribes and ink. He lived in poverty. Although the people engaged in business, they were also robbed by the prime minister."

Jingyang sighed: "there were some industries left in Yuzhou City. In order to prepare miraculous medicine, they have been sold out. Only the last pawnshop is left. It can't be sold out..."

"Pawnshop?"

Gu Cheng said, "I'm interested in this business. Why don't you go and have a look?"

Half an hour later, they came to a shabby shop in the east of the city.

This is the pawnshop that can't even be sold. It's remote, there are few pedestrians, and it's more sinister.

Not ghost houses, but all pawnshops.

The state of Jiang has defined three religions and nine streams. Pawn belongs to one of the nine outer lines. It is essentially a lending industry. Regular businessmen have a high status and disdain to do it.

Later, gradually, the pawnbroking shops also pay attention to the location. They are all in the Yin position of the city array, and those who enter should shiver. This is to guard against easy pawn. It can be seen that the Dynasty's attitude towards pawn.

That's why this shop is rotten and can't be sold. You can't change your profession.

"Alas!"

Jingyang looked at the shop covered with cobwebs, and even the sacrifice of Shang Sheng Fan Li withdrew. The newly raised hope dispersed directly, shook his head and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Gu Cheng stopped him and put forward a suggestion: "give me this pawnshop and pay the rent monthly. How about it?"

"No, no!"

Jingyang was stunned and showed his moved color, but he straightened his chest and refused: "I have hands and feet, so I must rely on myself!"

In order to help their family, it's really touching that the came up with a euphemism.

But as the son of the Minister of justice, how can he accept the food?

Gu Cheng smiled: "then don't give me the rent. Let me do it for three months first. Anyway, it's empty."

"All right!"

After hearing this, Jingyang hesitated for a moment before agreeing, but he said strangely, "is the capital enough? There are not enough gold and silver coins in the pawn shop, but it can't be!"

"This pawn shop can pawn everything you want to pawn in exchange for a return beyond money and money, just depending on whether they are willing to pay..."

Gu Cheng looked at the empty plaque and brushed his sleeve. A piece of old wood flew in. He waved it with his hands and wrote four big characters——

Yongan pawnshop!