One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty-Five: House Search, Weird Kung Fu

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Then the words changed, and his voice became cold in vain: "However, I'm afraid you are not qualified enough for Jin Yiwei to intervene in Dongchang's affairs."

"you……"

"Bang!" Yan Wan's powerful kick made Ji Yuanwu fall to the ground directly, and then the soles of his feet pressed on him: "Whoever agrees with what I say, who objects?"

"Okay, Yan Wang, well done."

Following bursts of clapping, Song Xuelin slowly walked out of the carriage and waved his hand for Yan Wan to retract his legs.

After Ji Yuanwu stood up with an ugly expression, he smiled and took out a roll of yellow cloth from his sleeve: "The imperial edict has arrived. Jin Yiwei and others will receive it."

A vein popped out on Ji Yuanwu's forehead and he had to kneel down again.

He knew clearly that Dongchang was trying to mess with him, but he couldn't resist.

If you don't kneel down, you are disobeying the order... and you will be beheaded.

moment.

The Jin Yiwei people left in disgrace. Because of the decree issued by the Holy Emperor, this matter will be handled solely by Dongjishi Factory, and Jinyiwei is not allowed to interfere.

"Lord Governor." Yan Wan stepped forward.

Song Xuelin whispered in his ear in an almost inaudible voice: "Your Majesty, Lu Boming must tell the story about Jin Yiwei..."

Yan Wan's eyes flashed, and he nodded clearly: "I understand, I understand."

Emperor, this is about to attack Jin Yiwei.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

No one can save fuel.

The two chatted in low voices, and then Song Xuelin got into the carriage and left the place quickly.

"You should know what to do."

Yan Wan glanced at these papers, gave a few instructions, randomly named two people, and strode into Dali Temple.

"Find Lu Boming's files for me." He pointed at a person, and then walked towards the Dali Temple cell with the remaining fanzi.

Snap...

There was a sticky feeling when the boots stepped on the ground, which made people feel uncomfortable.

In addition, there is an extremely pungent smell permeating the air.

If I use a metaphor to describe it, it would be like sealing a bunch of pigs, fermenting it for a year and a half, then taking it out, putting it in a pressure cooker, adding onions, garlic, ginger, peppers, vinegar, soy sauce, salt, star anise, and pressing it for seven or forty-nine days.

In the end, it was completely fried and the smell came out.

"Lu Boming"

Yan Wan came to the deepest part and glanced at the man wearing prison uniform and sitting on the hay.

Although the clothes are very tattered, they are extremely clean, and the floor is not dirty like other cells. Instead, it is cleaned very neatly.

Judging from his rosy face, he doesn't look like a prisoner, but like those officials who go to the countryside to show off in real society.

Lu Boming stood up after hearing the sound and looked at the big man in front of him: "You are Yan Wan."

"Not bad." Yan Wang grinned, showing his white teeth, and gestured to the jailer: "Let him out and put the cuffs on him."

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that you are quite happy here." Yan Wan entered the cell, casually tore off the prison uniform on his body, and swept it around his waist: "Okay, you are resting well."

Lu Boming stared at him: "Your Majesty wants to see me."

"..." Upon hearing this, Yan Wan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him in surprise: "How can you get confidence if your brain is broken?"

"Then what are you asking me for?" This time, Lu Boming didn't understand.

"You should know what you are doing."

Yan Wan was not interested in talking nonsense to him anymore, so he beckoned Fanzi to gag him, put an iron shackle on his head, and walked out of the cell holding Lu Boming's hand.

A few hours.

Dongchang prison.

"Sir, it's written. Take a look." The ghostwriter placed the written evidence on the table.

Yan Wang took a general look, frowned and said, "He made it very clear just now that it was Lu Wenhao, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, who ordered it.

Let the governor Ji Yuanwu and the Qianhu Lu Boming kidnap the prince and wait for an opportunity to plot a rebellion. Why is it not mentioned above?"

When the ghostwriter heard this, he quickly said: "I'll rewrite it right now."

"Bah!" Lu Boming spat blood and gasped, "Dog officer..."

"To each other, you're no better."

Yan Wan was not angry, so he grabbed the Zhenmu from the table and hit him hard in the face. "What... makes you still an honest and good official?"

"The crime has been confirmed. Bring me Lu Boming's family members." Ma Feiyu ordered Fanzi in a low voice.

"yes."

Lu Boming endured the severe pain in his head and roared angrily: "It's not a disaster for my family. I'm responsible for everything I do."

"Whatever you say is what it is." Yan Wan took the charges handed over by the ghostwriter. After reading them carefully, he walked up and slapped Lu Boming out of half of his good teeth.

Then he clamped his right hand and wiped it on Xue Hula's body, leaving his fingerprints clearly on the crime.

"Break your limbs and throw them into prison."

Putting it away, Yan Wan no longer looked at him, and took Ma Feiyu out of the prison: "Give some people, come with me to the commander's house."

Wow...

The chains clattered.

Then came Lu Boming's shrill and angry cry: "Yan Wan, you will die, all the birds will be gone, and the good bow will be hidden. You can't escape either..."

"Wherever my emperor's sword points, the sharp blade will be unsheathed."

When Yan Wan heard the hysterical howl, he paused slightly before stepping out again.

Regardless of whether this world will be like the official history. But he still didn't want the Manchu Tartars to subvert this great country.

All he can do is to take advantage of the current prosperity of the dynasty to remove these cancers for the emperor.

"stop……"

"This is..."

Yan Wan didn't say anything. He stepped forward and kicked open the door. His fingertips flashed with cold light and plunged into the throats of the two servants in an instant: "Enter the house and arrest them. Anyone who stands in his way will be killed without mercy."

"As you command!"

Fanzi came in in batches to investigate the matter and quickly flocked to all parts of the mansion.

"Buzz..."

Yan Wang staggered slightly and suddenly raised his hand to grasp the sudden black light accurately.

Opening his palm, he saw a short dart with a rag hanging behind it.

The rag was unfolded and there were writings on it: Vengeance must be avenged.

The font is beautiful, with a touch of blood, which is made by soaking the book with blood.

The direction is... southwest.

Yan Wan suddenly raised his head, and happened to see a beautiful shadow flickering from the wall.

"Don't leave!"

The crossbow arrows broke through the air and shot out instantly. Ten black lights connected into a black line, and they immediately headed towards the shadow.

Throwing away the repeating crossbow, Yan Wang casually left a few words, and suddenly stepped on the ground like a flying dragon. The road paved with bluestone shattered, and his figure appeared a few meters away.

boom!

Press with one claw. The bricks and tiles on the wall shattered, and Yan Wang instantly climbed over the wall and disappeared.

As soon as Fang landed, Yan Wan leaned over and rolled on the ground, kicking his feet on the ground without slowing down for a moment. He was clinging to that beautiful shadow.

Dang clang...

The sword comes out of the box.

The sword box was in Yan Wan's hand, and it whined loudly, striking directly at his back.

puff!

Yan Wang's pupils shrank, his expression changed drastically, he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground unable to hold on.