Chapter 164 Unexpected People
Zhao Yushu remembered that the long swords on the backs of those Taoists seemed to be the same as those of Sun Wuyang and his wife. It was possible that this Taoist temple had a certain relationship with the Shushan Sword Sect. In his previous life, the Shushan Sword Sect was a mountain that could not be avoided in various fairy tales. It was said that it was also one of the top bosses in this world. I must go and see it when I have the chance. Maybe I can even meet Brother Xiaoyao.
But today he really embarrassed himself. If word got out that the Sixth Master of the Tianji Pavilion of the academy was beaten to a pulp by two mortals, the old man would be so angry that he would fly to Jiangning and slap himself to death for bringing disgrace to his master.
By the way, when a mortal reaches the extreme, how much of a threat can he pose to a cultivator of the third heaven? At least below the third heaven, he would definitely not be able to stop the combination of Sun Wuyang and Lin Shan.
Both of their sword techniques are stabbing, and my Madam Xu is also mainly good at stabbing. Could it be that Senior Brother is so far-sighted as to let me come over and learn from his skills?
It's impossible, absolutely impossible, how can someone who missed the final battle have such a brain? Well, this bed is much more comfortable than the one on the boat.
Zhao Yushu lay on the bed and fell into a comfortable dream, with his dream filled with white silver.
The next morning, Sun Wuyang handed him a letter, asking him to go directly to the Tianlao of Jiangning Prefecture. All the connections had already been opened, so he believed in Mr. Liu's ability to ask specific questions and how to ask.
Thank you for your trust, but I really don't have any skills in this area. Zhao Yushu took the letter and walked out of the Taoist temple confidently.
A Yao wanted to go with them, but Tianlao was not a place a child could go to casually. Zhao Yushu generously gave him an extra fifty cents in pocket money and let him go to Jiangning on his own to get to know the way.
Zhao Yushu borrowed a long sword from the Taoist temple and hung it around his waist, then walked leisurely towards the government office. Well, this was the good thing about ancient cities: the government office and the prison were close to each other.
As Zhao Yushu walked, he complained about the Taoist temple's remote location, which made it uncomfortable. If he really had no choice, he could just move out and live in a luxurious inn in the city center, and then ask Boss Gu for reimbursement.
The city was bustling with people, the prison was deserted, and even the early summer wind turned a little cooler when it reached here.
The name on the envelope was read out to the gatekeeper, and in less than three minutes a fat jailer came trotting out of the gate.
"Oh, oh, please just tell me directly and I will send a sedan chair to pick you up. How can I trouble you to come here by yourself? It's really embarrassing. It's sunny outside, please come in quickly!" After reading the letter, the jailer's face was filled with wrinkles from smiling.
Look, how could he be the boss? I have no official rank, and I haven't even revealed my name as Mr. Six, but he immediately became hostile. No wonder he was able to get the lucrative job of prison boss.
"I want to see Wang Yan."
Zhao Yushu went straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.
The fat jailer said without hesitation: "I will watch over him for you, but Wang Yan is a serious criminal, you must be out in an incense stick of time at most."
"Thank you." Zhao Yushu took out a silver ingot. The fat jailer shook his head firmly: "We are all family members. Please hurry up."
Being sensible, you will have a bright future.
Zhao Yushu nodded and followed the fat jailer to an independent small house in the deepest part of the prison. This prison cell was not like the wooden fences in previous TV dramas, but a real brick and stone house. Once the black iron door was locked, not even a fly could fly out unless it was a monk.
"He is alone here, so there is no need to worry about outsiders hearing anything. Please do as you please. I will watch at the door."
The fat jailer opened the door, turned around and ran up decisively. Zhao Yushu walked into the cell. On the simple wooden bed, an old man in his fifties or sixties with gray hair and beard was sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed. His prison uniform was clean and tidy, and he didn't look like he had suffered any physical pain.
"Lord Wang?" Zhao Yushu walked forward and stood in front of the bed.
"How dare a prisoner call me sir? I have never seen you before."
"I just arrived in Jiangning yesterday."
"Oh? Dongdu or Xijing?"
"It seems that there are many people coming from the two capitals these days."
Wang Yan raised his head: "I'm not used to looking up at people."
Zhao Yushu smiled and did not move: "Are you still not used to being in jail after a few months?"
"If this is your attitude, we have nothing to talk about. You can leave."
"Whether to leave or stay, the initiative is mine. Lord Wang seems to be fearless. It seems that the matter of embezzling salt tax is not a big deal for you."
Wang Yan closed his eyes and stopped answering Zhao Yushu.
"You can keep silent, but now that I'm here, it's useless no matter how powerful your background is." Zhao Yushu used his ancestral skills to bluff.
Wang Yan suddenly opened his eyes: "How shameless."
Zhao Yushu smiled, his bluff was successful. Although Sun Wuyang told him that Wang Yan was Prince Fu's man, the Counselor's move made Zhao Yushu suspicious. If the Counselor was really the emperor's man, it meant that the emperor had made it clear that he wanted to deal with Prince Fu. This turmoil could not have been suppressed in Jiangning for two months, and Xijing would inevitably trigger a storm.
But he did not receive any news about the unrest in Xijing.
So Zhao Yushu decided to trick him. What if Wang Yan was also the emperor's man?
Facts have proved that Wang Yan is not like that. If the emperor was behind him, he would not bother to pay attention to what Zhao Yushu said, even if Old Zhao was a cultivator.
Whether it is a rebuttal or a ridicule, as long as you respond, it is enough.
"Who are you?" Wang Yan was a little impatient. If he was still the Salt and Iron Commissioner, Zhao Yushu's bluffing would be useless because he didn't care. But now it's different. Legally he is a prisoner, and those who can see him now are representatives of local giants, the kind who can shake the whole Tang Dynasty with just a stomp of their feet.
What's more, Zhao Yushu arrived too late, which gave him the illusion that a certain big boss was impatient.
Zhao Yushu was just thinking about continuing to bluff when the fat jailer came trotting over and called out "Sir" from a distance, standing a few feet away.
The distance was perfect; the voices in the prison could not reach him, but his shouting was just loud enough for Zhao Yushu to hear.
"Is the time up so soon?" Zhao Yushu turned and walked out of the cell before saying a few words.
The fat jailer's forehead was covered with sweat. "The Prince of Fu's men have arrived. It's too late to leave. Please find a room to hide first. Quickly!"
Prince Fu's men? Zhao Yushu immediately found a cell and went in. The fat jailer apologized and locked the door from the outside. Old Zhao was not worried that it was a trap. This iron door could lock ordinary people, but in front of Madam Xu, they were no different from paper. What's more, he had the Shadow Step.
The fat jailer locked Wang Yan's cell again and ran out. He must have eaten a lot to be able to run like this every day.
Not long after, footsteps were heard, and a cold voice made Zhao Yushu's scalp numb.
"All go out."
"Here."
Zhao Yushu's spiritual power flowed to his ears, and Wang Yan's door was opened. With a thud, someone knelt on the ground.
Wang Yan's next words confirmed Zhao Yushu's guess.
"The guilty minister Wang Yan pays respect to the princess!"