Lend me three thousand white robes and save me five hundred collections!

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An extremely secluded courtyard in Nancheng, Kyoto.

It was late at night, and the courtyard seemed deserted and dark. However, the seemingly empty courtyard was ambushed by several of Kyoto's best shadowmen.

Xue Poye didn't know how long he had been asleep before he woke up in a daze. The first thing he thought of was the cold blade on his body and something in his arms. He immediately touched it and found that everything was there safe and sound.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party was quite polite to him.

The room was very dark, but there were vague lights. From the corner of Xue Poye's eyes, he saw a simple wooden table placed next to it. There was an oil lamp on the table, and the light danced, projecting a strange figure on the wall.

That figure was of course not Xue Poye's, but someone else's.

Xue Poye rubbed his cheeks and found that he was sitting on a chair. He couldn't help but sit upright and look at the figure, but there was a brocade-robed man sitting next to the table, with a royal brocade robe covering his whole body.

, even the head was covered by a brocade hat, revealing only a pair of flickering eyes.

In addition to the man in brocade robe, behind the man in brocade robe, the stout man in black that he met on the Changhe Road was standing tall and handsome.

Xue Poye felt that there was no restraint in his body. From this, it seemed that the other party had absolute confidence in controlling him. So before he had a perfect opportunity and before he knew the other party's details, it was better to be more honest.

"Xue Poye!" The man in brocade robe suddenly said softly, as if he was holding his voice while speaking: "Are you scared?"

Xue Poye was shocked. How could this person know his own details? Could it be that he, a mere commoner, had so many big shots investigating behind him?

Xue Poye felt the hairs on his body were a little cold. These people could find out that he was Xue Poye, so did they know that he was the sub-rudder of Qinglianzhao?

"Your Excellency, you have recognized the wrong person. The grassman is Xue Shitou, not Xue Poye!" Xue Poye kept smiling and pretended to be calm.

The man in the brocade robe suddenly laughed and said leisurely: "No matter you are Xue Poye or Xue Shitou, you are now a lamb to be slaughtered in my hands. I don't know what else you want to say?"

Xue Poye shook his head and said: "My lord, you are not doing things in an honest way. It is not an honorable thing to catch me while a cat is in the middle of the night."

The man in the brocade robe chuckled and said: "We have never been the masters of the right path. We are only engaged in the business of night owls."

"Then I have nothing to say." Xue Poye sighed and looked helpless, but the energy in his Dantian had been mobilized in his body. Once there was a change, he naturally could not sit still and wait for death. He had to fight no matter what.

The man in brocade robe stared at Xue Poye with his eyes hidden under his brocade hat, and finally said: "Please help me do something."

Xue Poye sneered in his heart, and there was a reason why he put so much effort into kidnapping him.

"I want to bring down Tan Ziqing, but the evidence in hand is insufficient, so I want you to be a witness." The man in Jinpao said simply: "Tan Ziqing did some things he shouldn't have done in Hangzhou and used his power to force Wang Shizhen away. I

As a witness who wants you to do this, as long as you can come forward to testify at Dali Temple and the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice, you will naturally enjoy endless wealth and wealth in the future."

Xue Poye frowned, feeling horrified. If this person said this, he obviously knew the relationship between himself and Lao Tan very well, and even knew the details of Wang Shizhen's downfall. If he was really Lao Tan's enemy,

That can be regarded as a strong enemy who knows himself and the enemy.

It turned out that this man wanted to bring down Lao Tan, the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but there was no witness, so he arrested himself and prepared to make himself a witness. I don’t know what the background of this man is, but he is just a high official in the court.

There is no doubt about it.

"Sir, the ordinary people have no knowledge of these things. As for Tan Ziqing and Wang Shizhen, they don't know anything about it, so I really don't know how to testify. It's not that the ordinary people can't shirk it. I really can't do anything. I hope you will forgive me. It's better to find other people.

How are the witnesses?" Xue Poye said calmly and seemingly calmly: "This matter must be of great importance to your Excellency, and you cannot afford to be careless. Common people are really afraid of missing your Lordship's business."

The man in the brocade robe chuckled and said in a low voice, holding his throat: "You don't need to know many things too well. As long as you do what I say, everything will go smoothly."

Xue Poye said calmly: "The common people are willing to say anything, but they don't want to tell lies."

"Haha...!" The man in brocade robe laughed strangely and said slowly: "Xue Poye, Xue Poye, if you don't admit your identity, isn't that just telling lies?"

Xue Poye said calmly: "Sir, when the common people have finished talking, you can decide how to deal with it." As he spoke, his right hand had slipped into his waist, with the cold blade in his hand.

"Help me take down Tan Ziqing. It won't cost you anything." The man in brocade robe said slowly: "His current situation is already very bad. If you want to rely on him to be a big tree, you are making a big mistake."

Xue Poye was silent for a moment, and finally raised his head and stared at the man in brocade robes and said: "Sir, there is another saying in this world, which is that a real man does what he does and what he does not do. I have nothing to do with Tan Ziqing, and there is no grievance or enmity, so naturally we cannot frame him.

He, even if I have any friendship with him, I can't break my promise and stab my friend in the back. Sir, think about it, is this true?"

"Treachery?" The man in the brocade robe chuckled and said, "In Kyoto, we talk about glory and wealth, not treachery. Faith really has no meaning in Kyoto." After a pause, he whispered: "Xue Poye, if you come forward,

Testify that I will ensure that you are a high-ranking official, rich in salary, and as beautiful as a cloud, what do you think?"

"I don't care whether you give me high-ranking officials and generous salaries or gold and silver beauties, and I don't care whether you burn bridges across rivers or burn rabbits to death. The common people just want to say to the adults that some things are really not suitable for ordinary people to do." At this point, Xue Po said

Ye said calmly: "I hope you will let the common people go." After saying that, he started to walk towards the door.

He naturally knew that with his current ability, it would be difficult to leave here, so his mind was racing, and he just wanted to give it a try in a way that seemed like a weak one.

He was always paying attention to the oil lamp from the corner of his eyes. When he was about to take action, he would first kill the oil lamp with a cold blade so that everyone would be in darkness. Then he would try his luck to see if he could control the man in brocade robes in front of him.

So that he can be taken as a hostage and leave here.

This is of course an extremely difficult matter, and the hope is slim.

However, after experiencing the battle in Wanqinyuan, Xue Poye understood something in his heart. Many miracles come from this impossibility. When he first walked into the Tibetan Mastiff stone house, wasn't it destined to be a narrow escape? In the end, he still came out alive.

The man in Jinpao may not have strong martial arts skills, and he may not have no chance. Even if the man in Jinpao is not bad in martial arts, he obviously has a contempt for himself. What he needs to rely on is the momentary opportunity created by this contempt.

What Xue Poye is most worried about now is the man in black behind the man in brocade robe. No matter from any aspect, the man in black is definitely a master, and this master has become the biggest factor in Xue Poye's success or failure.

The man in brocade robes suddenly laughed strangely and said coldly: "In this case, I have no choice but to find someone else, but since you know about my affairs, I'm afraid you won't leave here so easily."

"I will forget everything about today." Xue Poye said calmly.

The man in brocade robe waved his hand and said: "No, I only believe in one kind of person who will forget everything."

"Dead person?" Xue Poye chuckled and said, "Sir, do you want to kill me?"

"If you don't cooperate with me, there's nothing I can do about it." The man in brocade robe sighed, his figure suddenly spread out, and he walked in front of Xue Poye like a ghost.

Xue Poye was shocked, knowing that his judgment was wrong. Not only did this man in brocade robes have great skills, but he also seemed to have a high level of skills. He came over in the blink of an eye. This speed was really shocking, and he also

Reflexively, he stretched out his right hand and shouted in a low voice: "It's not that easy to kill me." The cold blade, mixed with the bone-piercing cold air, pierced straight into the heart of the man in brocade robes.

Xue Poye could only use the cold blade to give the opponent a try.

It's a pity that the man in Jinpao is not a Tibetan mastiff, and Xue Poye is not a god. Xue Poye saw that the cold blade was about to stab the man in Jinpao, but he disappeared from his eyes like a ghost. In an instant, Xue Poye felt that his

My neck felt cold, like a ghost's claws on my neck, and the whole back of my neck had been grabbed by a cold hand.

Xue Poye's hair stood on end, his whole body was cold, and he actually felt frightened. Could it be that he was going to die here?

"How's it going? Do you still want to fight?" The weird, strangled voice of the man in brocade robes sounded from behind.

Xue Poye knew that if the hand holding his neck was squeezed so lightly, the bones and skin of his neck would probably be broken, and his body would be exposed.

"**!" Xue Poye cursed in his heart, but suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed so suddenly that both the man in brocade robe and the man in black were surprised. The man in brocade robe loosened his big iron-like hands slightly and said in a deep voice: "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing!" Xue Poye suddenly showed a strange expression. That kind of expression was definitely not possessed by a person who was about to die.

The man in the brocade robe suddenly laughed, let go of his hand, took two steps back, and said leisurely: "Then are you still willing to help me bring down Tan Ziqing?"

"I'm willing, I'm afraid you won't." Xue Poye chuckled and said slowly, "Do you want to overthrow yourself?" After saying that, he turned around, knelt on the ground, and said respectfully: "

The student has met the teacher!”

The man in the brocade robe laughed heartily, lifted his brocade hat, and revealed his clear face, which was full of smiles. It turned out to be Xue Poye's teacher, Tan Ziqing, who was the imperial censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

Tan Ziqing stepped forward quickly, helped Xue Poye up, looked at Xue Poye's handsome face, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, I still can't hide it from you."

Xue Poye sighed: "I've always wondered why the teacher held back his voice when speaking. I didn't have a clue at first, but Brother Zhang talked to me on the street, and I was familiar with it at that time. I just didn't think about it for a while, but now I suddenly thought

Get up, wherever Brother Zhang appears, the teacher will always be there." He turned to the stout man in black and chuckled: "Brother Zhang, are you always so good?"

The man in black pulled back the black scarf on his face, revealing a somewhat excited face, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother Xue, we meet again."

Xue Poye quickly walked over and hugged Zhang Hu, as if he were meeting a relative. He felt relaxed and even more excited. He patted Zhang Hu's strong shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you are really calm, but

It almost scared me to death.”

Tan Ziqing walked slowly to the table, sat down at the table, and said warmly: "Poye, sit down, I have something to tell you."

Xue Poye hurriedly sat down on the chair. Now that he has been away for a few months, Tan Ziqing seems to have aged a lot, and the wrinkles on his forehead are a bit deeper. He looks very haggard. For some reason, there is a trace of sadness in his heart. Gong Sheng

Said: "Teacher, you have to take care of yourself."

Seeing his sincere expression, Tan Ziqing smiled and waved his hand, saying softly: "No problem." After a pause, he slowly said: "I recently heard that Princess Yi has an archery master who is very good at archery. What is his name?

Xue Shitou, I guess it's you most likely."

During the period when Xue Poye was in Kyoto, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the two major spy agencies in Kyoto, naturally knew about it. No matter whether Lao Tan sent people to investigate or guessed it with his fox-like wisdom, Xue Poye would not

It's strange, after all, when you come to Kyoto, it's just a little more difficult to hide from this old guy than it is for a beggar to get a rich woman.

Xue Poye had made preparations long ago, knowing that after entering Kyoto, he might meet Tan Ziqing. He had already prepared his words and immediately said: "Actually, the students came to Kyoto for two things, and one is to pay a visit.

Teacher, the second time was to see the market in Kyoto. The student wanted to do some business in Kyoto, but... hehe, he met Princess Yi on the way and became her master in a daze. This is the student

Things that I couldn’t even imagine.”

"The world is unpredictable and unpredictable. The encounter between me and you was just like the encounter between you and Princess Yi. It was an unforeseen event, just like God's will." Tan Ziqing looked at Xue Poye kindly,

He said softly: "Perhaps it is God's will. I think God took pity on me because I am old, so I can spend less time on it."

Xue Poye was baffled by what he said and just stared at the haggard old man in front of him.

The oil lamp flickered, and the air in the room was turbid. The light cast the shadows of the two people on the wall in a distorted way.
To be continued...