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"Meow!"

The cat that was lying on its stomach suddenly squatted up, and its white beards trembled slightly with its movements.

Its nose moved, as if it was sniffing something, and it seemed to sense something, and looked in the direction where Gu Yanfei had just left.

Gu Yanfei had already arrived at the gate of Tianyin Pavilion, and vaguely heard a cat meowing.

Sunny seems to be having a good time.

Gu Yanfei turned his head and glanced at the second floor of Tianyin Pavilion, bent his lower lip, and got into a carriage.

After Gu Yanfei sat down, the carriage went straight on the road.

The carriage shuttled through the criss-cross streets, all the way to the direction of the palace.

There was a lot of noise outside the carriage, and the streets along the way were very noisy.

Gu Yanfei lifted the curtain with one hand, and saw those people gathered together in twos and threes, discussing the disappearance of the child last night:

"Have you heard that the missing children were taken to...'there'?"

"I heard. It's a nobleman who is sick, right?"

"That's right, a little girl escaped after a lot of hard work, and now her father has gone to the right door of Chang'an and knocked on Deng Wengu to complain of grievances!"

"This...isn't this life-threatening?"

"Hey. That's right, I just saw a group of official servants also go to the right gate of Chang'an."

"..."

Gu Yanfei glanced at the people who were talking a lot, and looked away calmly.

When the carriage drove to West Chang'an Avenue, there were more people on the street, bustling with people, and they were all heading towards the right gate of Chang'an.

The street was congested, and those passers-by walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder, but when the carriage Gu Yanfei was sitting in drove past, someone automatically diverted a lane to let the carriage pass smoothly.

The carriage drove smoothly all the way to the right gate of Chang'an. The closer the palace gate was, the more people there were.

At this moment, on the square outside the right gate of Chang'an, hundreds of people gathered, including families of missing children, enthusiastic people who followed to support, and idlers who watched the fun. Standing at the front were Zhang Shusheng and his daughter. And the middle-aged woman who lost her son.

Confronting these indignant people is a group of imperial guards guarding the right gate of Chang'an.

Wearing bronze helmets and iron armor and holding spears, these guards of the forbidden army carried a majesty that strangers should not approach.

The general flag of the imperial army headed by the leader held a long knife and warned lukewarmly: "Scholar, you have to think carefully. Once the Dengwen drum is sounded, you will have no regrets, even if you go back on your word." Yes, I have to accept the thirty court rods."

"This is the law of the great scene!"

The last sentence was loud and powerful.

The people around were more or less suppressed by the aura of the imperial army, and they became quieter, all looking at the scholar Zhang.

Without any fear, Zhang Shusheng held the girl with one hand, looked at the forbidden soldiers with his head held high, and said resolutely, "I want to sue!"

He wants to seek justice and understanding for his daughter.

The middle-aged woman beside him also choked with sobs and echoed: "I want to sue too!"

The last word fell, and a rough male voice reprimanded angrily: "What are you suing?!"

"Get out of the way, everyone out of the way!" More than two dozen tall yachamen ran towards us with long knives in their arms, all of them with stern faces, revealing an aura of hostility.

The leader of the squad first bowed his hands to the general flag of the forbidden army, and politely smiled and said: "Li Zongqi, leave these unscrupulous people to me."

Mr. Li had a look of hesitation on his face.

It is no small matter to knock on the drum and report to the imperial court. If the big incident can be reduced to a small one, then it would be great.

The people around immediately became commotion, whispering to each other, words such as "Jingzhao Mansion", "Ya Cha", "injured Zhang Shusheng" and so on floated over with the wind.

When the team leader turned his head to face the ordinary people, he changed his face again, looked around the crowd arrogantly and said: "The important place in the capital, at the foot of the emperor, you are making such a noise, do you want to gather a crowd to make trouble?"

A hunchbacked old man bowed and clasped his fists to the head of the class, and explained in a low voice: "Master, we are not trying to cause trouble, but some children are missing... Oops!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the old man was roughly kicked down by a fat clerk, fell on all fours, and screamed again and again.

"Isn't it just that some beggars and refugees have been lost?" The team leader yelled angrily, "their lives can't compare with a nobleman's finger!"

Zhang Shusheng, the middle-aged woman, and other ordinary people were deeply hurt by the words of the team leader, their simple faces flushed red, and clusters of anger ignited in their eyes.

"It makes no sense!"

A male voice full of righteous indignation sounded from the crowd, his voice was loud.

"Why do you beat people?!" A young man in gray raised his chin and shouted angrily at the servants, "Is the life of our people not our life?!"

The rest of the people were also aroused by the arrogance of the yamen servants, and they all echoed: "That's it!"

"So many children were lost overnight, and the government ignored them."

"Don't treat us people as human beings at all!"

"..."

The people became more and more excited, angry and dissatisfied in their hearts, and they all held their breath.

The team leader gave a cold snort of disdain, raised his finger and pointed at the clamoring common people, and said, "You troublemakers, why don't you all step down for me, or you will be killed without mercy!"

At the same time as the last word fell, the servants he brought drew out their long knives one after another.

More than a dozen long knives shone coldly, and when the tip of the knife was pointed at a person, it made people feel a little cold when they looked at it.

There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, and the two sides were confronting each other, and it seemed that someone's blood would be splashed on the spot at any moment.

The common people present had never seen such a murderous battle before, they were somewhat frightened, and most of them dared not move.

Li Zongqi of the imperial army watched the two sides' swords at each other, and was afraid that the bloody case would not end well. He was about to step forward when the leader of the squad had already walked towards him and said in his ear, "Li Zongqi, you are just ordinary people, and there is nothing wrong with it." It's a big deal. Our lord has written down your love."

Li Zongqi frowned and looked back and forth at the people on both sides, considering the advantages and disadvantages.

The two sides were at a stalemate, when an ordinary-looking young man in a coarse green shirt came out, with a corner of the black jacket showing at the neckline, he tried his best to make peace with Zhang Shusheng, and persuaded Zhang Shusheng, "Brother Scholar, I think this is still a matter of course." Alright."

"Shangqing Daoist said that everything in the world has its own destiny. Your daughter is fine, why bother looking for trouble."

"It's still you who can speak human language." The fat clerk smiled contemptuously, pointed at the crowd with a long knife and said, "The princess' life is in danger, saving the princess is a blessing, you troublemakers don't know what to do. "

"Yes, yes." The young man in Tsing Yi nodded again and again, "Shangqing Daoist is a living god in this world, he takes the heart and soul of children to make alchemy for the princess, and that is also to accumulate blessings for the children. Everyone has their own destiny!"

A few words were like adding fuel to the fire, and the people present were even more enraged, with raging anger burning on their faces.

People don't fight with officials, not to mention that this case involves nobles from the Tian family. However, this scholar and woman just want to knock on the drum to express their grievances.

They originally thought that the Shangqing Daoist was a living god, but now it seems that he is just a demon in collusion with the powerful.