A few days later, in the cell of Dali Temple.

The case files in front of Di Renjie were piled up like mountains, and the tea that had been prepared had been kept at hand and didn't bother to drink. After carefully reading them one by one, Di Renjie solemnly stamped the seal on the just-written document, and he said without raising his head:

"Murder in the downtown area is a bad incident, Li Bai. I should have emphasized the rules of Chang'an to you, right?"

After being hung up by this guy for two hours, Li Bai bored and pulled the grassroots in his mouth, just smiled slightly: "I should have emphasized to you too that I have my own rules."

"Li Bai, a man from the clouds, a swordsman on the road, a 'hero and righteous man' who saves suffering and suffering. Since drawing the sword in Changlefang, who doesn't know you now in the Chang'an yamen?"

The blue veins on Di Renjie's forehead jumped. Since he met this troublesome figure, he felt that he was about to suffer from a migraine. "This time, the people from Honglu Temple have already embarrassed on Zhuque Street. Even the Censorate was moved and participated in several books. It was only the emperor who could ask in person. Do you think that without Dali Temple, you can have a balanced diet of three meals a day, sit here and talk to me intact?"

"Sorry, I have to say, I didn't mean it."

Li Bai thought for a moment and shook his head: "But I have no choice."

Crack.

The sound of the brush being broken came. Di Renjie closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and said coldly: "Since you admit that you were killing innocent people, then sign and seal this confession, and I can send you on your way."

"Innocent? Who? Ji Xian?"

"Otherwise?" Di Renjie asked back: "A brave and fierce ranger killed a generous merchant who was kind and generous in front of the Honglu Temple in the downtown area. What do you think the result will be!"

"Don't tell me you don't know anything, Di Renjie."

Li Bai frowned and couldn't help but his anger: "Ji Xian has done so many evil deeds, and has persecuted many innocent people and children... Don't you believe it?! Why don't you believe what I said?!"

"Why should I believe it?"

Di Renjie asked back: "Is it enough for me to believe it alone? If I don't believe it, why should you let other people believe it?! Just because you are a chivalrous person, what kind of 'heaven' you are?!"

Li Yuanfang stole the conversation: "If it weren't for Lord Di, you would have been on the ranks of the Ministry of Justice now and would have been on the road before autumn! Maybe you would have to be killed and executed!"

Li Bai: "I didn't know that Chang'an treated chivalrous people like this. Could it be that I should... thank you?"

Di Renjie sighed: "Did you not find any problem at all? Do you think you are the only one doing things in this world?"

Di Renjie shook his hand coldly and threw a paper bag onto the table. Suddenly, a strong fragrance and familiar stench spread out from the gaps of the paper bag. "Wake up, Li Bai! When will you learn to trust others! Even if you don't believe me, you should trust your friends."

Li Bai frowned and stared down, then saw the white powder leaking out of the paper bag.

"What's this?"

"The 'good thing' that can make people die of drunkenness and dreams and be so ecstatic is the best suit for you who are good at drinking and doing good things. What's wrong? Should you try it?

In the ghost market in Chang'an, this pack costs 200 gold."

Li Bai's expression suddenly changed: "Mo Luo Xiang?"

"It seems that you are not ignorant yet." Di Renjie said coldly: "Where do you guess the Moluoxiang circulating on the Chang'an market now comes from?"

For some reason, a strange sea of ​​flowers appeared in Li Bai's mind.

Suddenly dull.

"Dali Temple has been staring at him for a long time. It was originally planned to close the net when he delivered the goods tomorrow. The stolen goods were captured, but it was ruined by some ungrateful guy."

Di Renjie snorted coldly: "If it weren't for your blind friend who sacrificed his life to bring these evidences for you from the sea of ​​fire, where could you stand here and talk to me now?"

During the long silence, Li Bai was stunned for a long time and then smiled proudly.

"It seems I did a good job!"

Crack!

The brush that broke into two sections was broken into four sections again.

"What's wrong! Not only that! Ji Xian's crime must have a deeper connection. Dali Temple suffered from lack of evidence. She wanted to arrest Moroxiang and interrogate him thoroughly. What's the matter now? You guy don't know how to reflect on it at all!" Di Renjie's forehead veins began to roar again.

Li Bai suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, since you say that, then - I don't have to be polite to you. Death crime can be avoided, and living crime cannot be escaped. Let's sign this!"

"What's this? I'm still afraid of you?"

Li Bai took it indifferently and took a look: "Yunjianlou...excavation...construction quotation? Total gold...forty six thousand taels!!!"

His eyes widened, almost losing his voice.

"Why do you have to sign me?!"

"Yunjian Tower has basically been burned down now. After Yu Hengsi's judgment, it would cost at least so much money to dig out the evidence below. Is Dali Temple going to waste it in vain? Don't you have money? Just come."

"I didn't put the fire!"

"Ji Xian is dead, who knows?" Di Renjie's eyes widened, bloodshot, "Give me a good understanding of how important 'evidence' is, bastard!"

Looking at those angry eyes, Li Bai couldn't help but move back a little, and he felt guilty: "I don't have that much money now."

"It's okay, you still have life, Li Bai."

Di Renjie picked up two loan documents from the table again, and his smile became more and more ferocious: "I can make a deposit for you first. But before paying off the debt, you should be ready to work hard to contribute to Chang'an!"

When the terms on the two documents were placed in front of Li Bai.

For the first time in my life, Li Bai actually felt the feeling of regret...

After a long silence, he raised his head with difficulty and asked, "What if I don't sign?"

"What do you think?"

Di Renjie calmly picked up the teacup, tasted the sweetness of the victory, and told him with a smile: "Think slowly, we still have a long time..."

Outside the window, the sun is getting brighter.

After a short rainy day, good weather is coming.

Re-cleaning Xun Qing’s workshop is a hard work.

After all, I haven't lived in many years, and I have been busy from noon until the afternoon. I finally cleared out a few places where people can live and live.

As for the others, I can only clean up slowly.

On the first floor is the largest institution workshop, and it is basically in the shutdown stage. It depends on what work Xun Qing can take next.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiang, who was blind, was even more quick to pack these things than Xun Qing. Whether it was the kitchen or the bedroom, all the places he had sorted out were well organized and spotless, which made Li Bai, who had been cleaning for the afternoon but couldn't handle the attic.

Of course, shame is just a lip service. Anyway, Li Bai will never be ashamed because he can't clean it up.

Then he quietly gave up his pick and lay down on the roof outside the window and bask in the sun.

It made Xun Qing so angry that he was about to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage.

When he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go to the room to catch this guy and come back to work, he heard a sound from the roof: "Don't you see the Yellow River water coming from the sky, running to the sea and never returning..."

He paused for a moment and was stunned for a long time.

For a moment, he actually forgot his original purpose, poked his head out from under the eaves, and asked curiously: "What is that?"

“New inspiration!”

On the roof, Li Bai shook the empty wine pot, raised his head, drank the last drop, and sighed happily: "This time, I'll write a poem about drinking."

He had already drafted that name.

I even had a premonition that this would be a wonderful poem!

However, even though he had sought such a long-lasting good poem, he was not in a hurry to write it, but instead put his hands behind his head, lay on the roof, quietly enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

Xun Qing looked at him for a long time, shook his head helplessly, returned to the house, washed his hands, and shouted to the house: "Axiang, you can rest too, I'll go out to buy some beef.

Let’s celebrate tonight, how about eating a beef pot?”

"good!"

Li Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded with a smile.

On this summer afternoon, the white clouds stretched in the blue sky, and a slightly cool breeze blew from the sky.

Under the eaves, the blind boy held his pipa and flicked his fingers lightly, and a gentle tune floated in the air and flew into the distance.

The sound of Xun Qing's return came from the entrance of the alley.

Li Bai smiled and closed his eyes.

His life in Chang'an is about to begin.

Six hours later, late at night, the workshop was still roaring.

In the quiet room, the old man leaned on his machine chair, staring at the lake outside the window, pressing his skinny palms on his knees, pondering, but he could not hold his heart down.

There are only a handful of institutional teachers in Chang'an that can be hard to maintain their concentration at this moment.

be terribly upset.

It took him a long time to turn around and whisper, "Is this news accurate?"

"There will be no mistakes, teacher."

The disciple who reported the message wiped the sweat from his face and took out a piece of paper from his arms, "Yu Hengsi has checked the calculations six times, and it is certainly certain that Weiyang Palace will order the next order tomorrow - a new market is about to be born!"

New market...

When I read these words, my disciple's heart also contracted.
To be continued...