"Old Master Liu, I have said that the court has never confiscated the house for no reason." Prefect Yuan said coldly, looking back at Old Master Liu sitting on the ox cart.

Since Chang'an Prefecture, a large-scale search of Xue Qing has begun. Because there are too many people, the street market is in a slump and everyone is in danger and stays away. Mr. Liu often goes out and rides on the slow ox cart, and walks around the streets when he has nothing to do.

It is rare to see Chang'an Mansion so lively, so you can't miss it.

Of course, the prefect Yuan knew that this was to show the government's face, but his main task was to search for martial law Chang'an Mansion without any trouble. These gentry and wealthy families were sarcastic, so let him go. As long as there was no trouble, you and I will be good to everyone.

Old Master Liu, who was sitting in the ox cart, said, "Then it seems that the Guo family has a fate and a reason."

The prefect Yuan said coldly: "Guo Huaichun has escaped. How could this be if it weren't for his accomplices?"

Old Master Liu said: "Maybe it was because his son and nephew were arrested and framed?"

The news that Guo Zi'an was arrested on Huangsha Road was kept confidential at the beginning, but the news could not be concealed by Chang'an Prefecture's search of students on such a large scale.

Mr. Guo was sad and blamed himself for raising his rebellious son and wanted to go to jail because nothing was found. Of course, the prefect Yuan would not give the people of Chang'an Prefecture a chance to question it, but only let Mr. Guo stay at home with peace of mind, and then sent an official to monitor Guo's house.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Guo Er not only received the news, but also suddenly ran away like Guo Huaichun.

How did it be done?

Priest Yuan said: "Old Master Liu, don't speak nonsense! Guo Zi'an was arrested because of physical evidence. Now there is no doubt. The entire Huangsha Road..."

His words came to an abrupt end here, but Old Master Liu had already taken it over.

"The entire Huangshadao has become a member of the party, shouldn't it be more doubtful?" He said, jumping out of the ox cart, "Mr. Yuan, Huangshadao regards Xue Qing as the real princess. What's going on with this?"

As soon as this was said, the people who were peeping around were suddenly in an uproar, and in an instant, the streets were filled with people.

"Xue Qing is indeed the real princess?"

"Have you regarded him as your lord?"

"Really or not?"

The crowds were surging, drowning the people of the prefect Yuan and his group. The officers and soldiers did not care about searching and fencing the people.

Prefect Yuan no longer startled and angered Mr. Liu how could he know this news? So many people in the Guo family could run away quietly from their noses. As expected, everyone in Chang'an Mansion is a suspect!

"This is all rumor! This is Xue Qing confused the crowd." Prefect Yuan said loudly.

But Old Master Liu's voice was even louder: "Mr. Yuan, why don't you tell me how Xue Qing confuses the public? It was Xue Qing who opened the door of the Empress's Underground Palace with the blood of the Emperor in front of the Huangsha Road officials, military and civilians."

The Emperor of Great Zhou was the son of heaven, who pacified the troubled times and blessed the people. He had the blood of gods on his body. The imperial tomb was located in the sky. The swords and swords were burned with strong strength and no urgency. Only the blood of the emperor could make them crack. Therefore, the royal family of Great Zhou has always used the black stone as the underground palace to seal the gate, which is a legend that everyone knows.

Of course, no one has ever regarded this as a way to verify the identity of the emperor. After all, there has never been a need for this.

When the news was heard, the people suddenly became more lively.

He said everything, but what else did he ask him to say! Old Master Liu is just here to incite the people. What do you Chang'an Mansion want to do! Prefect Yuan stepped forward and shouted: "These are all rumors, and there is no conclusion yet..."

Old Master Liu interrupted him again: "Since it's a rumor, Lord Yuan, go and verify it quickly. Don't be busy searching the house." After that, he raised his hand and waved it, "Don't worry, everyone, we'll wait for the government and court to find out."

The noisy people gradually became quiet.

Seeing that Old Master Liu stopped the people, Prefect Yuan's face did not relax, but instead became even heavier.

"Mr. Yuan, don't blame us for causing trouble." Old Master Liu looked at him and said, "Give a conclusion earlier and give us a happy Chang'an Mansion, better than tormenting us like this unclear or unclear or unclear." After saying that, he approached the prefect Yuan and lowered his voice, "Master, you can also check for evidence. Who is the thief? lest you check others as a member of the party today, and you will be investigated as a member of the party in the future."

The two accomplices meant what they meant. The prefect Yuan immediately understood, his face turned pale, and he didn't wait for him to say anything. Old Master Liu turned around and walked towards the ox cart.

"It's all gone. Stay at home and don't make trouble. Wait for the court to find out. Then we will have a conclusion whether Xue Qing is a traitor or a real princess." Old Master Liu said and got into the car.

What this said... Yuan prefect browsed again. If Xue Qing was a traitor, would Chang'an Mansion be a traitor? If Xue Qing was a real emperor, then Chang'an Mansion would become the imperial concubine and the status of the people of Chang'an Mansion...

Chang'an Mansion is a fool who knows which one to look forward to!

Old Master Liu's ox cart slowly left, and the people on the street did not make noise anymore. They dispersed with low discussions and complex expressions, and the street calmed down in a blink of an eye.

Calmness is impossible. In the past, Xue Qing was a traitor, but everyone had no choice. Now, the real emperor is in trouble among the people, which is not just a slogan...

The people in Chang'an Prefecture have turned back! The face of the prefect Yuan was ashen.

"Report to the court immediately."

When he stepped into the government office, he didn't bother to take a breath, so the prefect Yuan ordered him to follow him to polish the ink.

"Let the court send more troops."

He paced back and forth, fanning his sleeves, and felt that the room in early summer was extremely stuffy.

"Although these people seem to be quietly obedient, I don't know what has been connected in private, otherwise, so many people in such a large Chang'an City would not have seen the Guo family escape? What a scam."

He followed him and said, "Guo Huaichun's wife who was recuperating from his father-in-law's house and his family of Mr. Guo San, who accompanied him, disappeared."

The prefect Yuan stopped and said, "Okay, okay, amazing, amazing." He slammed his sleeves and sat in front of the book and wrote a letter, "This Chang'an Mansion is about to become the second place after Huangshadao to recognize Xue Qing as the true princess. We can't control the chaos of the people."

The hand that followed Momo paused and suddenly said, "Sir, that..."

Priest Yuan said: "What?"

The follower looked outside the door and whispered: "I think, do you want to send a letter to Huangshadao too..."

What does this mean? The prefect Yuan immediately understood, and was a little humiliated and angry: "Absurd! What are you talking nonsense!"

The follower bowed his head in fear, but he didn't stop and said, "But she opened the underground palace gate..."

The prefect Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "We didn't see each other in person, who knows whether it is true or false, and whether it was done." He bowed his hand toward the capital, "I saw it from the beginning and the end of the capital with my own eyes, and there is also evidence of the capital, Mr. Chen and Mr. Hu."

He followed and lowered his head and said, "You haven't seen it with your own eyes, how Master Chen and Mr. Hu proved it."

Priest Yuan slapped the table and said, "Dog! Bold!"

How can you be a close friend if you are not bold? You follow me and look up and said, "Sir, I mean, because we didn't see you with our own eyes, I wrote a letter to Huangshadao and asked. Asking questions is always the duty of an official? It's not like you believe me, sir."

The prefect Yuan glared and said, "Noisy! Go out!"

The intimate response was that this time I obediently retreated and closed the door thoughtfully.

The door was even more stuffy. Priest Yuan drank the Qingxin tea soup on the table, but he looked at the documents on the table but did not write it again until the cicadas by the window roared him back to his senses.

Prefect Yuan took a deep breath and reached out to take another piece of paper.

"It is indeed the duty of an official to ask clearly." He said to himself, and he was a little confused when he said that, so how could things turn out like this? Chang'an Mansion could not bear it anymore, and even he himself could not bear it anymore.

A thief should be easily solved, but the rebels did not resolve the problem in the end and pointed the court as a thief, which proves that it is not something that ordinary people can do...

Not an ordinary person, Prefect Yuan bowed his head and wrote heavily.

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There were endless postmen's soldiers and horses running on the road, and the scorching sun in the summer could not stop them, and bursts of dust were raised.

The old woman waving her hand standing on the roadside was choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Drink tea and have a meal and take a rest." She coughed and finished the rest of her words, and the people on the road also left, leaving behind dust and smoke.

The old woman had to hunched over and walked back to the big tree by the roadside.

There is a tea shed under the big tree, with a pot of tea outside to make tea, and a pot of stewed meat behind it. There are cooking and cooking on the stove in the tea shed. There are not many guests in the tea shed, only three people, two of whom are sitting together, and the other man is sitting in the corner.

"There are many people on the road, but not many people eat." The old woman sighed and complained to the guests, "Business is really hard to do."

"It's because there are few people." A guest smiled.

After the words came, the sound of horse hooves came again, and the ground vibrated this time.

"Hey, there are a lot of people this time." Another guest leaned over to look.

A group of people and horses galloped on the road, and heavy armored swords, guns, swords, halberds and hung them, shocked the dust so much that they did not dare to fly. They also rolled by in the slightest, and the old woman didn't even go to greet her.

I dare not recruit such a business!

The guests sitting outside the tea shed were also silent. The guests at the table alone didn't care. They held up the big plate without notice. The whole face was buried in the plate and snored. He was wearing a short shirt, burly and strong body, and a shoulder rope under his feet. He looked like a coolie, and must have been hungry.

After the army passed, the few people in front of the teahouse breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've had so many soldiers recently." said a guest.

The old woman nodded and said, "Yes, I just passed by a group the day before yesterday, and I don't know what's going on."

Another guest said: "I heard that there is another emperor on Huangsha Road. These soldiers should be there..."

"Is it the legendary real princess who suffered from trouble among the people?" the old woman asked curiously, "Is it true or false?"

"It is said to be..." the guest asked to answer, and his companion interrupted him.

"What do you know? Can you decide whether it is true or not? Don't talk nonsense." He urged, looking around with caution, "Be careful that you have been arrested. Now you are in the midst of soldiers, don't cause trouble."

The two of them no longer continued on this topic and lowered their heads to finish the meal in front of them, and gave them money and walked away with a basket on their backs.

The old woman leaned against the table and was not in a hurry to clean up. She counted the money over and over again, and then casually said to the remaining guests: "Brother, are you going to fight? This army is so scary day by day."

The faces of the guest over there came out of the plate, but his voice was still vague: "Who knows, we ordinary people can't control it." After that, he touched his waist, "How much does it cost?"

The old woman said: "Three money."

The coolie man said, "It's so expensive, it's a bit cheaper, it's two dollars."

The old woman said, "Where is expensive, it's very cheap. We have always been doing business here at this price."

The coolie man reluctantly took out three money and put it on the table: "The tea shed in front is cheaper than you."
To be continued...