The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 31

Xie Qiuhan walked along the Lingshi calmly, not feeling anything wrong, and continued to ask the shopkeeper: "Dare to ask the shopkeeper, which palace does this place belong to?"

The shopkeeper naturally refused to answer, half of his body stepped away in fear, and he was still cautiously watching the intention of the two of them.

Xianzuo had a good time and wanted to see how Xie Qiuhan would deal with it.

But Xie Qiuhan turned to look at him, because he was used to wanting to hear what he said.

He had no choice but to answer: "Originally it was Jingle Palace, but later it returned to Taixuan Palace."

Xie Qiuhan nodded, "But when we came, we saw that the market was very lively, and it didn't look like it had been bullied by the stewards for a long time... How do these merchants and farmers usually pay taxes?"

Hearing that he could think of this, Yunfang admired him in his heart, and replied: "The area under the jurisdiction pays taxes on a quarterly basis, [-]% goes to Zixiao Mountain, [-]% goes to the county government, and the rest goes to the Zhongzhou court. This is the case in all Kyushu. Only the Jiangnan area is paid by Gu. Xie Shensan and everyone controlled it, only taking small profits from trade, and all taxes and taxes belonged to the imperial court."

Thirty percent?

Xie Qiuhan was surprised at the proportion of taxes stripped by Xianmen, and then frowned even tighter——

No, it's not enough for three hundred percent!

The shopkeeper next to them watched the two of them ask and teach, and quietly wiped off his cold sweat.

At first he saw the young man's tender face, but the other person dressed him up in various ways and his posture was so cute, he thought he was a young child raised by some rich and noble family.

Now it seems that this should be a pair of brothers who have just come down from the mountain, the older one is quarrelsome, and the younger one is calm and calm, with such opposite temperaments, somehow they are so close.

The shopkeeper let go of his guard, listened to the conversation between the two of them, and said with a wry smile: "Thirty percent according to the quarter? That was a few years ago, how can there be such a good thing nowadays, especially these days, when the manager comes, he has to put me The pockets are all over the sky, and the shops on the corner of the street can't bear to close. If this continues, the little one should go back to his hometown."

The guy added: "The steward came here every now and then. The younger one heard them talking one day and said it was for a big event, but the younger one didn't understand. The big funeral was held not long ago. How can there be any big rituals these days?" , I think it’s just a name for extortionate taxes.”

Xie Qiuhan frowned when he heard this, and grabbed Yunfang's sleeve.

Seeing his worried eyes, Yun Fang patted his palm and comforted him in turn.

Xie Qiuhan used to think of him as an ordinary painting spirit, but after recent ups and downs, he knows that he is false and real, and people can't see through it at all.

At this time, I don't understand whether he has already made a fortune or is just pretending.

Yunfang always looks lazy and doesn't care about things, turning his emotions into a light smile, but he can ascend to the seat of the fairy seat alone in the treacherous clouds of Zixiao Mountain, how can he only have this side Woolen cloth.

That day in the Seven Killing Formation, everyone was in danger, he was calm and calm, and he still had an air-conditioned smile, and in the end he pulled out his long sword, but it was he who turned the tide with all his might, which shows his behavior style.

While Xie Qiuhan was guessing in his mind, he heard Yun Fang ask the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, what kind of shops are closed on the corner of the street, such a good location, what a pity."

The shopkeeper said: "It is Tongshengtang, the largest medicine shop here, and there are two magic weapon shops."

"Oh?" Yun Fang said meaningfully, "Pharmacy shops and magic weapon shops... I heard that magic weapon shops are the most profitable, can't we survive this?"

The shopkeeper was startled, and rubbed the back of his head, "That's right, the corner location is so good, why can't it work?"

Two rhetorical questions made Xie Qiuhan tremble with fear.

"cloud……"

Just as he was about to speak, a finger was on his lips.

Yun Fang shook his head slightly at him.

Xie Qiuhan was stunned.

Yun Fang said to the shopkeeper, "Do business with peace of mind, it will be all right in a few days."

The shopkeeper was stunned, looking at his fairy posture, he felt supreme admiration and admiration in his heart.

Who is this?

As for Xie Qiuhan, he had already turned into a piece of wood on the spot, and only the warm touch on his lips that was about to leave was left in his mind.

As for any evil plots and perilous dangers, everyone knowingly fell under a throbbing, losing momentum at all.

It wasn't until he left the tailor shop that his beating heart stopped for a while.

He came back to his senses, looked left and right, and hurriedly said: "Taixuan Palace is aggressively expropriating at this time, there must be some conspiracy, why don't you ask a few more questions, maybe you can learn something by following the clues."

"What can he know?" Yun Bin shook his head.

The two just turned a corner and came to the door of a teahouse. Yun Fang patted him on the back, "Come on, go in and have a seat."

Xie Qiuhan frowned and followed him step by step.

Yunfang, a wolf with a big tail, clearly knew that he was worried, but he asked Xiaoer to set up a table of refreshments without hesitation, and began to comment with great interest.

Xie Qiuhan didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd, so he endured it and endured it.

Seeing the change in his expression, Yun Fang felt suffocated, and deliberately teased him, saying: "Xiaohan, you are not calm today."

Xie Qiuhan glanced at him, and said to Xiaoer who was waiting beside him with no expression on his face, "Brother, please, go and pour another pot of chrysanthemum tea."

The little boy touched the back of his head and went out, thinking to himself, what kind of chrysanthemum tea should he drink in this cold winter?

Yunfang laughed.

Xie Qiuhan's heart became even more angry. Others were anxious to worry about him, but the real master stayed out of the matter and didn't care about anything.

Yun Fang saw that he was annoyed, so he leaned over with a smile, raised his hand to gather the newly bought fox fur, and patted him on the head, signaling to be calm and not to be impatient.

Immediately afterwards, he went to open the window and crushed a small messenger jade talisman.

"Come," he leaned against the window and waved to Xie Qiuhan.

The distant mountains are undulating, the eaves and teeth are criss-crossed, and the mist is light. His smiling eyebrows and eyes blend into the scene, like a meticulous painting.

Xie Qiuhan stared at him for a while, his heart skipped a beat, he quickly looked away, and walked in front of him with lowered eyes.

Yun Fang wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pointed out the window, "Look."

Xie Qiuhan felt that the piece of flesh was about to burn, and the flames rushed all over him. He had never felt that feeling before.

At this time, a few figures appeared on the roof not far away, borrowing the strength of the roof, they flew towards him at the same time.

From far to near, the appearance of those people appeared.

Xie Qiuhan raised his eyes and saw that these people were dressed in different ways. Some wore long robes and scarves like scribes, some wore short jackets like ordinary people, and some had ordinary eyes and noses, with a very low sense of presence. I'm afraid that once he is put in the crowd, he will never be found again.

Yunfang's voice rang in his ears: "Look, isn't this here?"

Those people entered the private room through the window, knelt down in unison, and said, "I have seen Xianzuo."

Yunfang let go of Xie Qiuhan, sat down, responded casually, and said, "Get up, everyone."

Those people obeyed the order and stood up, lined up neatly, all bowed their heads, extremely respectful.

Yun Fang said: "I just saw that the Tongsheng Hall has closed its doors, and even several magic weapon stores are not accepting customers. Why didn't I see you report it?"

Those people looked at each other, and one of the scribes stepped forward and said politely: "Today I will report to you, here is the letter."

He flipped his wrist, and a thin bamboo stick appeared, he wiped it across with his finger, a blue light flashed, and that thing turned into a bundle of bamboo slips.

He put his hands up, looked at his nose, nose and heart, and stood like a bamboo pole with curved branches, "Please take a look at the fairy seat."

Yun Fang took the bamboo slips with one hand, didn't rush to read, but looked at the scribe, and said, "It's really strange that Ming Yuan is back."

The scribe touched his nose and said dryly: "Xianzuo has a call, so he will come naturally—you'd better take a look at this bamboo slip first."

Yun Fang glanced at him a few times, let him go for the time being, and looked at the words on the bamboo slips, the more he read, the tighter his brows became.

Xie Qiuhan stood behind Yunfang, observing those people carefully, especially the scribe, he stood like a pine and sat like a bell, although he regarded himself as a subordinate, but his demeanor should not be underestimated.

Xie Qiuhan couldn't help guessing in his heart: who is this?

At this moment, the scribe also raised his eyes and looked at him.

There was a smile in those eyes, which was meaningful and made his heart tremble.

——This person is definitely not a simple eyes and ears.

Yun Fang looked at the bamboo slips for a while, then put them aside.

Scholar said: "My subordinates received a report from Japan yesterday saying that a large amount of food and grass had poured into Yongzhou. After investigating its origin, there was actually a piece of Zixiao Mountain. Zhou Shen and King Xiao will probably take action in the near future."

"Oh?" Yun Fang stared at him in detail, "The report from the day before yesterday, with your temperament, why did you wait until today to report it?"

The scribe said calmly: "Yongzhou is thousands of miles away from Zhongzhou. I wanted to find out the truth, but I saw that the food and grass were sent to the suburbs of Beijing in an instant. I didn't know that there were powerful monks among them. The information was delayed. Please return Xianzu forgives the sin."

It's okay to say that, Yun Fang nodded.

He asked again: "You come out to meet me, who is watching from Prince Xiao?"

"My subordinate has placed two concubines in the dark, and if there is any disturbance, the news will be spread." The scribe paused, and said with some hesitation, "Zhou Shen sent a real person in the void to guard Prince Xiaoqin, Not leaving every step, Prince Xiao may have become suspicious of his subordinates."

"Oh?" Yun Fang looked at him, but didn't take the initiative to say anything.

The scribe had no choice but to say: "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back this time when I come out this time."

Yun Fang pondered for a moment, and after hearing what he said, he smiled and said, "Ming Yuan has worked hard these days."

With a flick of his sleeve, the chair fell under the scribe, allowing him to sit down.

The coercion on the scholar's body was relaxed, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he said with a wry smile: "Xianzuo, you are really..."

Xie Qiuhan listened to the conversation between the two of them, and only now did he realize that this scribe was Nie Mingyuan, a well-known scholar under Prince Xiao.

During the turmoil in the capital, Prince Zhuang suppressed the various factions in the capital by means of thunder, brazenly ascending to the throne, while Prince Xiao lived in Yongzhou and stood still. It turned out that he was gathering strength and sharpening his sword.

This Nie Mingyuan has been the confidant of Prince Xiao for ten years, if Prince Xiao is successful, the position of prime minister must belong to him.

It's no wonder that Yunfangfang is wary of him.

Xie Qiuhan realized in his heart that Zhou Shen's large-scale expropriation must be used to support Prince Xiao's rebellion.

A few days ago, the regent and the crown prince visited Tiangong, they must be trying to win over Yunfang.

It turned out to be such a situation.

The royal family relied on the immortal sect to such an extent that he originally thought that the world was divided into two, but at this moment, it looked like the world of the immortal sect.

Nie Mingyuan took a sip of tea, turned his gaze to Xie Qiuhan, and said with a smile, "Who is this?"

Just as Xie Qiuhan was about to speak, Yun Fang waved his hand: "The child is clingy and clamoring to come out to play, don't worry about it."

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

He was shocked by this thick-skinned person who turned black and white, who on earth wanted to come out to play?

Nie Mingyuan smiled and said, "Young master is lively, very nice."

Xie Qiuhan bowed to him and shut up.

After seeing these people, he knew that Yun Fang must have taken every move of Prince Xiao and Zhou Shen into his hands, so he didn't have to worry about getting angry.

So he turned himself into a statue and listened silently.