At this moment, Luoyang is far away.
Xue Xuexuan looked up at the largest restaurant in Luoyang, with its carved dragons and painted buildings, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Luoyang is worthy of being Luoyang. The specifications of this restaurant are even comparable to the most luxurious pavilion in Chang'an, the Wentian Pavilion.
"Let's rest here today." Zhao Que turned over Zhao Yebai. This horse was certainly not the one that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang rode.
However, its fur was as white as light, and it was eye-catching even in the dark, so Zhao Que gave it this name.
Xue Xuexuan rode a crimson horse, which she called Red Rose.
If there is someone who knows horses or understands monsters, they will be able to see that these two horses have innate cultivation.
At this time, Xue Xuexuan was dressed in white, wearing a wooden hairpin, with a sword at her waist, and she exuded a chivalrous air.
Zhao Que, on the other hand, is quite handsome, with an inexplicable sickly aura about him, yet he also makes people feel extremely mysterious.
"This building is called Jubao Building, and it's the asset of the Jinqian Gang." Xue Xuexuan handed the horse to the welcoming servant and introduced it.
Then he began to introduce the history of this building to Zhao Que. She was usually fond of these anecdotes of the underworld, so she naturally asked a lot about it.
"Oh? Really? This is a good name. Who doesn't like money?" Zhao Que also handed over the reins, indicating that the horse needed to be fed good feed.
However, Xue Xuexuan couldn't stop talking after hearing this: "The Jinqian Gang is the largest gang in Luoyang.
I heard that they like to put money on other people's portraits. If someone can kill this person, they can take away the gold on the portrait.
If the Quicksand was paid to kill, then the Money Gang was offering a bounty for murder."
The two chatted as they walked towards the building.
"Open a good guest room." Zhao Que paid a silver ingot, but secretly revealed the token hanging on his waist.
The gold medal was made of black wood, which was said to be the body of a demon plant. It was engraved with the word "Que" in gold.
The shopkeeper looked at the token and was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted.
Anyone who can be the boss here must be a smart person. Seeing that Zhao Que didn't want to be exposed, he remained calm.
He bowed and led Zhao Que and the other man into a luxurious room that had never been used since the pavilion was built.
He didn't know who the person in front of him was, he just knew.
The gang leader's order is to meet all demands of the person who holds this token, even if it means burning down the building.
"My two guests, if there is anything I can do for you.
Just ring the bell now, we have someone downstairs to receive you day and night." The shopkeeper gestured to a thin wire behind the door, which connected to the bell downstairs, then lowered his head and retreated.
"This house is nice." Xue Xuexuan didn't expect that a building could be so luxurious.
She had never seen such a room in Wentian Pavilion. Of course, if Zhao Que knew what she was thinking, she could only say that there would be a chance in the future.
The whole room is clean and tidy, and even if no one lives there, it is cleaned every day.
The wooden panels throughout the room are made of rosewood, giving off a faint rosewood fragrance.
In the study and living room, there are countless famous paintings and calligraphy, porcelain, and even some weapons.
Zhao Que was speechless. Is this a treasure house? How come there are so many things in it?
"Look, this thing seems to be the weapon of the leader of the Sifang Society - a sword, a spear, a cudgel and a halberd.
I heard that the leader of the Sifang Gang wanted to kill the leader of the Jinqian Gang, but was killed instead.
The leader of the Sifang Society uses this weapon, which can transform into swords, spears, cudgels, and halberds. Xue Xuexuan circled the weapon table, but didn't pick one up to look at it. She was just a little surprised.
“Um…it’s probably fake, there are a lot of imitations.
How did you know these things?" Zhao Que was not polite and picked it up.
After all, this is your own room, and the things you put in your room are yours.
I started to study this thing and found that it can really be transformed into double swords, long swords, long sticks, nunchakus, and halberds. It is quite clever. I didn't expect that the helper from the Sifang Society is also a master of weapons.
"Of course, it's the storyteller from the Beijing restaurant, Bai Xiaosheng. You only need to spend a little money to get any news."
Xue Xuexuan hung her sword in the bedroom, then took off her wooden hairpin, and her long hair fell down.
Then he carefully placed the hairpin into the wooden box and answered.
"Uh..." Zhao Que was speechless after hearing this. No wonder Bai Xiaosheng specifically reminded him.
They say Beijing's performance is particularly good, so it was you who spent it...
Unlike the romantic and prosperous situation on Zhao Que's side, the capital of Dagan is now even more chaotic.
The cheating in the imperial examination seems to be just a thread. If you pull it hard, a lot of things will be pulled out.
The magistrate of a county in Jianghuai, the man who spent 50,000 silver coins to buy the official position, was also invited at this moment.
He was put in shackles and tried personally by several princes.
"Where did you get all this money? Did you embezzle the disaster relief food?" The eldest prince asked while sitting in the main seat.
He had seen the tragic situation in Jianghuai at that time, so he was more concerned about it.
A county magistrate of the seventh rank not only received a monthly salary of 100 taels, but also received food, silk and other supplies, and even the wages of servants were paid by the court.
But how long would it take for a poor disciple to collect 50,000 silver coins?
Even if you save one thousand taels of silver a year, or fifty thousand taels of silver, it will take fifty years.
But is this possible? Obviously not. This money was either plundered from the people or secretly sold with the imperial government's disaster relief grain.
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