Working Emperor of the Northern and Southern Dynasties

Chen Chang and Shui Ling'er walked all the way to the palace. Seeing the magnificent mansion in the distance, suddenly a motorcade came from the opposite direction.

There were more than thirty mules and carriages, and the carts were full of goods. The whip handlers, guards and clerks were crowded together. Some of the guards had long spears and short sticks, and swords and arrows.

Chen Chang and Shui Ling'er hurriedly stepped aside to avoid the situation. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and seven or eight government officials walked by. All of them were holding iron rulers and single swords, and stopped in front of the convoy, shaking the iron chains.

There was a loud noise, and he shouted loudly: "Stop, stop..."

The leading man, dark and thin, wearing a soap gauze four-cornered hat and a green cloth soap coat like a opera robe, curled his lips and looked sideways at the motorcade in front of him, and the faces of the government officials behind him were also full of expressions.

The arrogant look on his face, as if someone owed them a lot of money.

The convoy on the opposite side was less than half a mile long. The driver in front saw so many government officials blocking the way, and most of them felt frightened. The people behind did not know what was happening in front of them, and they were not allowed to move forward when they saw that the road was blocked.

, curses inevitably started, and the scene was very chaotic.

A man walked shyly from the motorcade, saluted the yamen officer with his hands crossed, and said respectfully: "Master officers, what do you have to say?"

Chen Chang had a sharp eye and recognized this person at a glance as the short, fat, middle-aged man he saw in the small restaurant.

The yamen officer glanced at him sideways and said lazily: "There is a special operation in the city. We will strictly check the people passing by. Please tell your people to step aside!"

"Oh, sir, I am a law-abiding citizen, but I have never had anything to do with anything. Moreover, there was a group of waiting officers checking the motorcade just before I burned the incense. Do you think this is a sign of arrogance..."

The thin black officer looked at the big man with a half-smile but not a smile: "Hey, if you say so, you dare to pat your chest and say that everyone in the motorcade is absolutely innocent?"

The short, fat man felt a pain in his heart. There was no one in the convoy who was not bringing in private goods for profit. As long as it was not prohibited controlled items such as salt, iron ordnance, no matter how much money he made, the gods would usually turn a blind eye.

One eye.

He has been traveling all over the country for many years, and he knows that this group of government officials are blocking cars on the street, and it is obvious that they want to extort some money and make some profits.

He glanced around, took out a purse from the sleeve of his robe and stuffed it into the hand of the thin black yamen servant, smiling and saying: "It's really hard for you, the official official, to make this trip. Let's take this as tea money."

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The thin black yamen officer weighed the purse in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he said, "You seem to be a sensible person, but you still have to check so many people and goods."

"I understand, I understand, you can't break the rules." The short and fat man nodded repeatedly, saying that it was an inspection and not just a formality.

The thin black yamen servant waved his hand, and the yamen servants behind him began to walk into the convoy. The iron ruler poked here and there with his single sword. Although he did it lightly enough, he still made a mess of the goods.

The short and fat man complained secretly in his heart, but he couldn't say anything. He just hoped that they would finish the inspection and leave as soon as possible.

There were indeed a lot of people watching the excitement around, and the street was so blocked that even Chen Chang and Shui Ling'er couldn't get through.

At this moment, a pretty girl squeezed into the crowd. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with fair eyebrows and beautiful eyes, slender white teeth and red lips, a fairy-like double-pointed bun, and a light yellow cloth shirt.

Lots of energy.

The little girl stood about twenty steps away from Chen Chang and Shui Ling'er. A pair of cunning and smart eyes looked around everyone, and finally stopped on Chen Chang's face.

Chen Chang was quite surprised when he saw that the little girl looked as if she were carved from pink and jade, and she was clearly smiling towards him.

The little girl saw Chen Chang's surprised expression and smiled even more happily, which made Chen Chang even more confused.

At this time, the government officials symbolically inspected the goods in the convoy. The short, fat man was saluting the black and thin government officials with crossed arms. He was watching the farce of asking for bribes in the street and was about to end. Who knew that something unexpected would happen at this time?<

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Chen Chang heard a scream in the convoy, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a blue and white mule pulling the cart. It was frightened for some reason and ran forward like crazy. People suddenly ran around in panic, and a panicked noise sounded.

: "Run quickly! The mule is scared!"

The driver who was driving the cart turned pale. He tried his best but still couldn't stop the mule from going crazy. In just a blink of an eye, the mule knocked over a stall selling soup cakes on the roadside, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

A mess.

The short, fat man tried to step forward to stop the mule, but the mule seemed to have disappeared and bumped straight into it, scaring him so much that he hurriedly avoided it.

The thin black government official standing next to him was even more unprepared. He rolled and crawled to avoid the mule cart. The soap gauze four-cornered hat on his head rolled off, revealing his shiny bald head. Unfortunately, the hat was instantly stepped on by the panicked people.

Flat.

The mule continued to move forward, and the cart being dragged behind was jolted so hard that it almost fell apart. The cart made an unpleasant creaking sound as it drove on the bumpy bluestone street, and it seemed that it could no longer hold up.

The black, thin and bald yamen servant got up from the ground in embarrassment, and started yelling curses before he could recover.

A yamen servant picked up the soap gauze four-cornered hat in a flattering manner. Before it was handed to the boss's hand, a steaming ball of soup cake slipped out from it.

He threw it to the ground, stepped on it a few more times, snatched the hat from his subordinate, and put it on his head haphazardly.

The servant under his command was asking for trouble and hurriedly slipped away.

The mule cart rushed forward for more than ten feet, hit a flag flag on the roadside with a loud bang, and finally stopped.

The black, thin and bald Yamen got angry with shame, grabbed the short fat man by the front, and slapped the short fat man hard on the face without any explanation. A bright red five-fingerprint was immediately printed on the short fat man's fair face.

"My lord, please forgive me! I am a common man, I am a common man..." The short, fat man knelt down with a plop and begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

It doesn’t make sense that a good mule was frightened, and the person wielding the whip was also an expert!

But this is the fact, and the two people in charge are not here. Common people should not argue with officials, and noble people should not make grudges.

In front of these government officials, he had no choice but to submit.

"You're going against it, you're going against it, you actually let this beast rush into us, this matter is not over today. What the hell is this person doing in a daze? Give me a beating!"

The dark, thin and bald yamen servant's face was livid, and his whole body was trembling unconsciously. The bald head was his hidden disease, but at this time he was exposed in front of everyone. In his rage, he was like a wounded beast wandering back and forth. His usual dignity and demeanor were gone.

All forgotten.

Hearing this, the attendants swarmed up and rushed towards the short, fat man and other people in the convoy, shouting, and greeted them with iron rulers in their hands.

Although the convoy guards had the advantage in numbers and had weapons in their hands, no one dared to fight back and could only protect their vital parts instinctively.

As the saying goes, officials are as slippery as oil. When the government officials were smashing things, they did not forget to scoop up the oil and water. When they saw light and valuable goods, they took them into their arms.

The short, fat man was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen in a short time. He was rolling on the ground begging for mercy. It was very pitiful.

It wasn't until the government officials got tired of beating that they stopped.

The short, fat man's clothes were messy, his eyes were unfocused, and two long bloodshot noses drooped from his mouth. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Chen Chang looked on and shook his head repeatedly. He was very familiar with this scene, they were all wearing uniforms.

The beatings continued, and soon the government officials were discussing compensation with the short, fat man. However, the front of the street was in a mess, and Chen Chang couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Shui Ling'er suddenly said: "The little girl who was staring at you just now is gone!"

Chen Chang looked over and saw that the girl in yellow was nowhere to be seen. He smiled and said, "It's not just me, I think I'm looking at you, a charming beauty like you!"

Shui Ling'er rolled her eyes: "I'm obviously looking at you, so what does this have to do with me?"

There may be a few women in the world who don't eat, but there isn't a single woman who isn't jealous. Chen Chang saw that her expression had a hint of jealousy, so he laughed and said, "You are jealous!"

"Jealous?" Shui Ling'er looked at him with her beautiful eyes.

"Ahem..." Chen Chang coughed a few times, "It just means jealousy!"

Only then did he remember that in this era, there was probably no such thing as jealousy. That was all after the Tang Dynasty.

It is said that Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, gave Fang Xuanling several beauties as concubines, but Fang Xuanling did not dare to accept them. Li Shimin expected that Fang Xuanling's wife was a shrew and refused to agree.

So Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty sent an eunuch to carry a pot of "poisonous wine" to convey the message to the lady in the house. If they did not accept these beautiful concubines, they would be given poisonous wine.

Mrs. Fang showed no fear, took the "poisoned wine" and drank it in one gulp. She was not killed. It turned out that the pot was filled with vinegar. The emperor used this to test her and made a joke.

So the story of "jealousy" has become an interesting story through the ages.

"I don't have that!" Shui Ling'er's face was flushed, but she didn't dare to look at him. She just lowered her head and twisted the belt of her clothes and said shyly: "Mr. Lang, what are you talking about?"

Chen Chang suddenly remembered the little girl's smart eyes and said, "That little girl looks familiar, but I just can't remember it for a moment!"

Shui Ling'er chuckled: "Have you forgotten that the guest sitting on our left in the restaurant is the young man wearing a plain white light robe? Have you ever remembered? The two of them have very similar features!"

After being reminded by Shui Ling'er, Chen Chang suddenly realized that it was true that the young man in white robe was as handsome as a girl.

Suddenly, Chen Chang and Shui Ling'er looked at each other, with surprise written all over their faces, and they said in unison: "Could it be her?"

It turned out that when the waiting officers were searching, Shui Ling'er's small bag unexpectedly found a green ring. There were no synthetic products at that time, and the warm color must be worth a lot of money.

Naturally, the situation at that time could not be made public. The candidates looked at everyone as if they were meticulous, and Chen Chang was not stupid enough to find trouble for himself.

Now that I think of the fall of the young man in white robe, no, it should be the little girl in white robe, the answer is readily apparent.

Chen Chang was thinking about it when a big, hairy hand patted his shoulder, and then a surprised voice came from behind: "Oh, Mr. Chen, Miss Shui, it's really you, you're not dead,

Not dead, hahaha..."