I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 643

"Waste! Waste!"

The strong wind roared and the whole secret hall was shaking.

Dozens of embroidered imperial masters hung their heads and stood trembling under the hall. They didn't dare to go out and endured the shouting and scolding.

Wang He, a powerful man who had previously embarrassed Jingyang, was one of them.

Because the roaring man in the hall is the last official of the embroidered imperial historian, the eighth general "Thunderbolt".

The so-called general is not a real general.

The embroidered imperial governor is a low weight. In the following governance, these eight generals correspond to the eight states except Zhongzhou. Everyone can frighten the feudal officials of a state.

Among them, thunderbolt is famous in the Jianghu. It is called the ancestor of thunderbolt and created a sect called thunderbolt hall. If something goes wrong, it will destroy the enemy.

The existence of such a ferocious spirit is furious at this time, and the eyebrows are full of pressure, which shows the seriousness of the situation.

What Wang he knows is that his majesty lost an ancient painting and searched around the world.

As for what the painting is and why it is so popular, it is not something that small people like them can understand.

"Still stunned here? Find it quickly! If you can't find it in a month, I'll peel off your skin!"

All they know is that father thunderbolt has plenty of means to make life worse than death.

Therefore, the words fell, and the embroidered imperial Shi went out together and scattered all over Yuzhou.

Wang he is also one of them.

He wandered through the streets, searching day and night without letting go of any clues.

But still, nothing.

"Spare your life, my Lord! Spare your life!"

One month later, there were shrill shouts in the torture hall.

Father thunderbolt never said anything. He said that he would peel off the next layer of skin, that is, he would peel off the next layer of skin.

"I'll give you another month. If you don't have any more wires, you'll be clapped by thunder!"

That night, Wang he fell on the bed and trembled.

Not only pain, but also fear.

The flawed criminal law is never the cruelest. They have to look for ancient paintings. Father thunderbolt is just a lesson.

But if you can't finish the task, it's really over. The thunder palm is a variant of the thunder spirit magic. The thunder is powerful and just fierce. If you receive this palm, you will become a useless person without death. It's hard to turn over again.

"Wipe my medicine and go out early tomorrow morning!"

As a result, he didn't even have the Kung Fu to recover from the injury. The next morning, all the embroidered royal guards took action again.

He gets up early and sleeps all night. He wants to dig three feet and turn over Yuzhou City.

Finally, seeing the deadline approaching, Wang he's eyes showed despair.

"When you sell the paintings, you can have a look at the peerless treasures and the water lotus pictures!"

Wandering on the street, it was like walking corpses. The familiar sound of Hawking came. Wang he's eyes were like electricity. He looked at Jingyang, who sold paintings on the street, and his eyes showed hatred.

The prime minister and the censor of the current Dynasty are good friends. Jing Heng, the Minister of rites, knows nothing about it. He dares to participate in the prime minister's book. It's light to dismiss him. If he hadn't been famous all over the world and moved the Confucian temple, the censor would have destroyed his family.

So that day, Wang he took advantage of the reason to search the ancient paintings and wanted to take Jingyang together. As soon as he entered the prison, he wanted him to explain something, which polluted Jingheng's reputation and removed the thorn in the prime minister's eye, but it was a great achievement.

Maybe with this credit, even if you can't find clues about ancient paintings, you can be exempted from punishment.

"If I can't live, I must be buried with you before I die!"

Wang He clenched his fists and looked at Jingyang with gnashing teeth.

If you stand on the sidelines, there is no reason for this hatred.

But for the embroidered clothes censor, who has always been used to bullying, it's your sin not to let me succeed!

"My Lord, little cable report!"

Just then, a respectful voice sounded. Wang He Yu Guang swept away and saw the constable who searched Jingyang that day, nodding and stooping to his side.

"Say!"

Wang he was too lazy to look at him and squeezed a word out of his teeth.

The constable said, "tell your excellency that there is a pawnshop in the east of the city, called Yong'an pawnshop. You may get the clues you want."

"Yongan pawnshop?"

Wang he was stunned and tracked down calligraphy and painting. The first thing they checked was the pawn of the outer nine lines. All the 17 pawn shops in the city had searched all over and found nothing. There was not even this Yong'an pawn shop. Where did it come from.

He thought a turn, dare not neglect: "you talk carefully!"

The constable said, "this Yong'an pawnshop has only opened recently. No one paid attention to it, but half a month ago, Qiu, the supervisor of Yuzhou commercial firm, went into pawn, but an incredible thing happened."

Wang he listened and soon knew the context.

In this world, no hundred schools of thought were deposed, Confucianism and Taoism were respected only, and the status of businessmen was very high. Yuzhou commercial firm enjoyed a high reputation in the whole country because of the rich production of spiritual grain in Sichuan.

However, the booming situation was broken by the arrival of the Royal embroidered clothes. Thunderbolt's ancestors were insatiable, stared at the wealth of Yuzhou commercial firm, and wanted to swallow it with thunderbolt hall.

Embroidered clothes imperial censor has too much power, not high enough status, and no inside information. Such deformity exists, which has a natural sense of crisis. He wantonly crosses the border when he can still make profits.

Yuzhou commercial firm is not easy. It fought with thunderbolt hall openly and secretly. It was equal, but manager Qiu was caught in the plan of thunderbolt hall and became a breakthrough.

Steward Qiu is in a bad situation and is ready to become a seller to escape. Other pawnbrokers in Yuzhou know him and know his roots. However, the newly opened Yong'an pawnbroker is ready to bully, so he takes the title deed of the house and prepares to mortgage and run away.

Wang He sneered: "seek your own death!"

Onlookers can see clearly that thunderbolt hall is a force in the Jianghu. Since the steward Qiu is taken as a breakthrough, he will not be given the opportunity to escape. I'm afraid he is waiting for him to swallow one of them out of Yuzhou City!

The constable took the opportunity to flatter: "Your Excellency is really wise!"

Wang he was impatient: "how about the back?"

The constable said, "after steward Qiu came out, he didn't escape. Instead, he went back to the chamber of Commerce. He skillfully solved the frame of thunderbolt hall and saved his life!"

Wang he said, "so it was the man of Yong'an pawnshop who gave supervisor Qiu advice and let him escape?"

"No!"

The constable suddenly lowered his voice: "steward Qiu gave up one of his things forever in exchange for a chance to save his life!"

Wang he was stunned: "what?"

"Skill number talent!"

The constable said in a trembling voice: "steward Qiu was the fastest and most accurate steward in Yuzhou City. As long as he scanned any complicated account books, he could check the number immediately, but after this, steward Qiu couldn't even use bead counting!"

Wang he's eyes coagulated: "what's the reason?"

The constable said, "it is said that in Yong'an pawnshop, what you pawn is not ordinary money. There, you can pawn the body, emotions, emotions, benevolence, righteousness, courtesy and wisdom, and even greed and selfishness. All tangible and intangible things can be exchanged for returns of the same value."

"Is there such a thing?"

Wang he rubbed his chin: "Yongan pawnshop in the west of the city, isn't it? Well, you have made a contribution. It's really rewarding. I won't forget you!"

The constable was overjoyed: "thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

However, after seeing Wang he leave, his eyes suddenly became dazed: "eh? What did I say to the embroidered imperial historian just now? Why can't I remember..."