Zhao Ji glanced at the window with lingering fear. "I just saw that drum flea Shi Qian jump out from here. Did he commit suicide out of fear of punishment?"
"Your Majesty, he did not commit suicide." Gao Qiu walked in with a group of guards.
"He jumped from such a high place, and he's not dead yet?"
Gao Qiu smiled bitterly and shook his head. "That fellow is truly exceptionally skilled. He can leap over rooftops as if he were walking on flat ground. The constables and guards are hunting him down. Don't worry, sir. With hundreds of people chasing him, he won't be able to escape."
Zhao Ji said with a dark face, "Don't rush to kill them after you catch them. Find out where these thieves came from. We must wipe them out completely and not let any of them escape."
Zhao Ji finished speaking, looked at Zhang Shixun, and nodded slightly. "Today, you have shown your loyalty and bravery. I will reward you with the same Jinshi degree. I will give you an imperial decree later."
Zhang Shixun was slightly stunned and a little surprised.
Is this the same as being a Jinshi?
It's too easy, isn't it?
Zhang Shixun bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
At this moment, Liang Shicheng screamed in surprise: "Oh! Wang Fu...he..."
Everyone turned their heads and looked at Wang Fu lying on the ground.
Wang Fu lay motionless on the ground, his pants soaked in blood. There was a large hole in his crotch, and the blood and flesh inside were blurred...
After everyone saw it clearly, they looked at each other, and everyone's expression was extremely strange.
Wang Fu's work disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Shixun suppressed his laughter and silently asked Wang Dong in the intelligent system, "Old Wang, you're really ruthless. You castrated him right away?"
"This is called cutting the grass at its roots, so he won't harm women again."
"But you castrated him directly, and your method seems..."
Before he could finish, Wang Dong said, "When dealing with these guys who are causing harm to the country and the people, it's not an exaggeration to kill them directly if you have the chance... Shixun, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're not very efficient."
"Why is it not smooth?"
"Is Sun Sansi's mess that troublesome? He's been busy for so long and still hasn't fixed it. If it were me, I could solve the problem in one go without any further problems."
Zhang Shixun was speechless.
Although Wang Dong’s method is simple and crude, it solves the problem once and for all and saves time and effort.
"I'm done. I'm sleepy." Wang Dong yawned. "Let's continue playing if there's another opportunity like this in the future."
After he finished speaking, he turned off sharing.
Zhao Ji didn't want to stay here any longer, so he said to Gao Qiu, "Gao Qiu, send me back to the palace!"
"I obey your command!" Gao Qiu led his men to escort Zhao Ji out.
In the corridor, Jiang Xuan and several guards were squatting on the ground, all of them were injured. When they saw the emperor coming out, they struggled to stand up and bowed to the emperor.
Zhao Ji snorted, "A bunch of trash."
Jiang Xuan and the others knelt down as their legs went weak, not daring to argue.
It was a huge shame that seven or eight guards were allowed to break into the attic. There was no way to justify it.
After the emperor left, Nie Shan stayed behind to clean up the mess.
He glanced at Zhang Shixun and said, "This is the second time I've seen you. I never thought a commoner could rise to such a high position in just a few days. It's truly impressive."
His tone was full of sarcasm.
Zhang Shixun didn't care at all. He bowed and said, "Your Excellency Nie, I am only trying my best to help. I am honored that you have shown me such respect."
"In your opinion, where did these assassins come from?"
"The assassin introduced himself as a hero from Liangshan."
"Lu Zhishen, the Flower Monk, Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind, Shi Qian, the Flea on the Drum... Haha! Even their nicknames are so resounding, they must be no unknown people." Nie Shan said to himself.
"Yeah, these guys' nicknames are really unique and catchy."
Nie Shan didn't have time to argue with him and began to arrange the search in the city.
Seeing that there was nothing else for him to do, Zhang Shixun said goodbye and left.
But Zhao Ji got on the sedan chair and returned to the palace under the protection of the guards.
He leaned tiredly in the sedan chair, his mind in a mess, and what had just happened was still lingering in his mind.
In his life, he had never seen an assassin, let alone a thief.
The assassin's ferocity far exceeded his imagination and was unforgettable.
He reached out and touched his chin, and found that the hateful assassin had pulled out his beloved beard.
Zhao Ji gritted his teeth in hatred.
This is a great humiliation. If it gets out, where will the emperor's face and dignity be?
How can I meet people without a beard?
Until his beard grew out, he had to stay in the palace.
However, compared with Wang Fu, he was much luckier.
The root of Wang Fu's troubles was cut off directly from his crotch.
Thinking of the scene of Wang Fu being cut off by fleas on the drum, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a pang of fear. It was too horrible.
When they were almost at the palace gate, there was a commotion outside the sedan chair and Gao Qiu's scolding could be faintly heard.
"Gao Qiu, what's the matter?" Zhao Ji shrank his neck in fear.
Gao Qiu walked in front of the sedan chair with his back bent, and whispered, "Your Majesty, someone has posted a note above the palace gate."
"A note?"
"Yes, there are faint words on it."
"What's written?"
"It's a bit far away, I can't see clearly."
Zhao Ji gently lifted the curtain in front of the sedan chair and looked carefully. There was indeed a white piece of paper on the palace gate.
When the sedan chair came closer, Zhao Ji could see the words clearly. He felt a palpitation in his heart, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.
The note clearly read: Shi Qian, the flea on the drum, was here!
The iron hook and silver painting are exactly his own thin gold style.
It turned out that the flea on the drum forced him to write this calligraphy so that he could stick it on the palace gate to humiliate himself.
This is too much!
However, Zhao Ji was no longer angry, but afraid.
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