Coming out of Qianhu, breathing the fresh air in Beijing, Zhang Jingyi felt like he was a human being for two lifetimes.

He turned around and looked at the gloomy Jinyiwei Qianhu Institute, but suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. He was not afraid in his heart, but became a little closer.

Perhaps it was because he inherited the feeling of the body's master, after all, he was a child of the hereditary Jinyiwei.

Wang Cheng, who was standing aside, complained: "There are too many things for Liu Qianhu. I finally found some money, so I should save some money."

Wang Cheng and Deng Jian were a little reluctant to give gifts to Liu Wen just now, after all, they felt that the money was not worth spending.

Zhang Jingyi seemed very calm, and he said seriously: "Brother, second brother, don't you think the world is a bit abnormal?"

"Abnormal?" Deng Jian and Wang Cheng looked around, with pedestrians on the street. In their hearts, there was no difference, so they said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jingyi frowned, and walked, and said, "This capital is lively, as if nothing has happened, especially in the inner city, where the people in this inner city live and work in peace and prosperity, and everyone is very rich. Look at their expressions, they are at ease and at peace. Logically speaking, this should be a scene that only exists in a peaceful and prosperous era. But at the feet of the emperor, a huge enemy like King Zhao could appear, which made the court full of anxiety. So have the two righteous brothers ever thought about what is hidden behind the prosperity of this capital?"

Wang Cheng obviously has no interest in these things.

His and Zhang Jingyi have different thinking.

It is the sixth year of the Apocalypse. From the perspective of a time traveler like Zhang Jingyi, he has realized that the huge crisis is approaching.

But for Wang Cheng, this is true in the world since he was born. His ancestors have always served the Ming Dynasty. He subconsciously believed that the emperor's surname was Zhu, and he would be the same as his ancestors.

In their perception, even if the Ming Dynasty will not last forever, it is still early to perish.

Deng Jian was listening attentively. Obviously, compared to the reckless Wang Cheng, he was a brain-willing person, so he said: "What does this have to do with giving gifts?"

"The world has rotted, no matter how glamorous it is, this kind of rottenness is from top to bottom, from inside to outside. The three of us brothers want to gain a foothold and change something, even if we take a step back and want to settle down, we must be familiar with the rules in it." Zhang Jingyi said very seriously.

From time to time traveling, he has been in a state of mental tension. In order to save his original master's father and to save himself, he did not dare to stop for a moment.

But now, the dust has finally settled, and now we are only waiting for the court's final ruling. At this time, Zhang Jingyi has the heart to think about what to do when he comes to this world and plan for the future.

At this time, the streets were still bustling. The three brothers were tired and wanted to go back to Zhang's house to rest. However, Wang Cheng was thirsty on the way and said, "Let's go, let's have a tea stall."

The two of them were still wearing the personal uniforms of the Jinyiwei, wearing iron Fanyang hats and knives. When they went to see Qianhu this time, they were from the guards, so they were naturally dressed as Jinyiwei.

When the two and Zhang Jing passed by the market, it was clear that pedestrians along the way were afraid of them, and often passed by, their pace would speed up.

When he arrived at a tea stall, Wang Cheng took off his hat and put it on the table, and said, "People are here."

The guy was so scared that his face was pale. He hurried over, nodded and bowed, "I don't know what Shangguan has to give."

"Get good tea and get some pastries." Wang Cheng shouted.

When he spoke, he seemed to be no one else and looked at himself.

Zhang Jingyi obviously knew that Wang Cheng did not deliberately, but had long been used to this.

Among the factory guards, although the Jinyiwei was suppressed by the Dongchang, it was obvious that the eunuchs in the Dongchang were unable to often sway. For ordinary people, the majesty of the Jinyiwei was unparalleled.

Zhang Jingyi observed without showing any expression and sat down.

The guy took good tea and pastries without possession, and smiled and said, "Shangguan, please have tea."

Wang Cheng waved his hand and signaled him to leave. After this time, the three brothers killed the King of Zhao, they naturally became more friendly and enthusiastic.

In the past, these two righteous brothers looked down on this younger brother. After all,... they were so slutty. If it weren't for their only bloodline, they would have slapped Zhang Jing to death with their own temperament.

But now, Wang Cheng seemed to start to look up to this little brother. He leaned forward slightly, took a sip of tea, and then said, "Jing is more sensible than before. This time, if you win King Zhao, the court will have a reward. Maybe you can also join the ward to make up for the gap."

"I want to go into the guard, too?"

Although Zhang Jingyi vaguely knew that his identity must be inseparable from the Jinyiwei, he was a little surprised when he suddenly mentioned it.

Deng Jian said on the side, "Eight out of ten are going to enter the Wei family. You are originally a child of the Wei family. The Zhang family is a hereditary personal army. This time, you have made contributions. Although you are young, how can you still hide outside and leisure? In my opinion, this is a good thing, so that you will not be idle all day long."

Zhang Jing said, "Then what I did after I entered the garrison?"

"I did so much." When I talked about this, Deng Jian was furious and flirted with a smile: "When I entered the garrison, I would probably have four things. One was to enter the garrison and manage the communication of the garrison. To put it bluntly, I was to be a clerk! Of course, we are not doing this. The second was to go to the Beizhen Fushi, just like the two of us, to become a cavalry. You see, in this capital, everyone should admire it."

respect?

Zhang Jing said in his heart that fear is the truth.

Deng Jian said again: "The sling is poor, not only the majesty, but also the oil and water. Look at these merchants, who should not give us some tea money?"

"Greedy?" Zhang Jingyi couldn't help but say.

Wang Cheng glared at him and said in a stressful tone: "Tea money, I understand the hard work of patrolling the streets."

"Oh." Zhang Jing nodded: "I understand, you can give melons no money."

Wang Cheng wanted to refute it, but after a long time of silence, he seemed to feel it was very appropriate, and then said, "Of course, it's not just the only one who is good at riding. Secondly, he is working in the Zhao Prison of the Nanzhen Fushishi. Hey, it's where the adoptive father stays now. On the surface, the lieutenant of the Jinyiwei is just a prisoner in the Zhao Prison, but think about it, who can be detained in the Zhao Prison, either rich or noble? In order to let the prisoners take some care of the prisoners, he is willing to spend much money. Although the errands guarding the Zhao Prison are boring, the oil and water are even more abundant."

Zhang Jing said silently in his heart that the Ming Dynasty was beyond help, and the military officer only loved money.

I sighed in my heart, but couldn't help but want to continue listening: "What else?"

"Also?" Deng Jian coughed, and his face became unfair: "The worst Jinyiwei is called 'General of the Great Han'."

The Great Han General...

This name is very majestic!

Deng Jian said with contempt, "Although this Han general has a great name, it is actually His Majesty's escort. After all, the Jinyiwei is also a personal army. Of course, some people need to enter the palace to guard the palace. These Han generals can enter the palace on the surface and can pay homage to the holy face at any time, but think about it, this Jinyiwei is afraid of people outside the palace, and even if he sees ministers, he can still not worship him. But when he arrives in the palace, he is either an emperor or a noble person or a eunuch, and the worst one is also an eunuch. Which of these people can be dealt with by the Jinyiwei? Moreover, the garrison is very hard, just like a wooden stake. From morning to night, you can't make noise or whisper. Even if you walk around at will, it is strictly prohibited. Tell me, is this an errand done by a human?"

Wang Cheng also spoke with him: "That's right, so it's best to become a Tiqi. Secondly, when you go to the imperial prison, the Han general must not do it."

While speaking, Zhang Jingyi had already finished a cup of tea and ate a pastry. He knew that these were the two righteous brothers who were afraid that they would go astray and deliberately reminded and warned them in advance.

only……

Where will you go in the future?

Suddenly, a thought arose.

"Why don't you say anything and talk to you?" Wang Cheng glared at Zhang Jing and said, "What errand do you want to do?"

Zhang Jingyi grinned: "I know, I know, I think about it again."

After Wang Cheng had enough rest, he stood up and said, "Let's go, go home."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Cheng called out: "Shopkeeper."

The tea stall's guy came quickly. In fact, as the three of them sat here, the tea stall's business had plummeted. It was already crowded just now. In a blink of an eye, the guests sitting here all checked the accounts and ran away. No new pedestrians came to drink tea, which made the tea stall empty.

Wang Cheng said to the sky: "The tea is over."

The shopman looked at him understanding it, and hurriedly took out a handful of money from his sleeve, stuffed it into Wang Cheng's sleeve, and said, "Yes, it's hard for Shangguan to drink tea. This is the money for tea. I'll ask Shangguan to accept it with a smile."

When Zhang Jing saw this, his eyes were straightened. It turned out that Jinyiwei drank tea like this...

Damn, this is better than eating soft food.

I made money while standing.

This is a very complicated feeling. He could feel the shop's desire to survive. From his own standpoint, the feeling of being respected by others was indescribable. This is by no means an experience that a project manager could get in later generations. Even if he had been working with a large number of people in his previous life, the shop's desire for power aroused by the shop's humble appearance gives people a completely different feeling.

Just when Wang Cheng naturally wanted to collect the money.

Zhang Jingyi suddenly stepped forward and said, "What kind of tea money? Shouldn't this tea money be given to us? We have to drink your tea, so we naturally have to pay."

As he said that, he took out a few cents from his sleeve and stuffed them into the shop's hand.

Wang Cheng and Deng Jian looked at Zhang Jingyi with a strange look.

Sure enough, he is a bastard.

Do you give the store money to eat tea?
Chapter completed!