Capital.

It was almost noon, and two people walked out of Huanyi Building.

The leader was a young man with a white face and a whisper, and his whole body was covered with a straight body as if he was on a bamboo pole. At the moment, there were two blue and black marks, and he yawned after walking two steps.

He followed a servant behind him, following him without daring to neglect him, so he put an umbrella for the young master in one hand and a lantern with the candlelight that had been extinguished in the other hand.

Seeing this, the pedestrians dodged one after another.

There is no reason. Huanyi Tower is a brothel. The rules of brothels should be opened to welcome guests at night. Now that the other party comes out of the building in broad daylight, it only means that the young man not only played all night but also played for a whole morning. His background is so deep that Huanyi Tower has to break the rules for him.

It would be fine if such a person has a good temper. If he has a bad temper, he will suffer a loss. So, of course, he should stay away from him when he sees him.

Can't afford to offend, can afford to hide.

The young master suddenly had his eyes lit up and he looked ahead steadily.

The servant didn't understand why, and looked along his gaze and immediately understood.

Not far ahead, a man walked over slowly.

The other party is also straight, but the same style has different effects. If the young master is wearing a bamboo pole suit, then the other party is a jade orchid and elegant, and if a person with a little literary talent is here, he might even recite two sentences such as "floating like a wandering cloud, agile as a shocking dragon".

However, the young master obviously couldn't say such meaningful words. He just stared at the other party with his eyes shining, and then stepped forward and chatted with him with light steps: "I wonder where this young master's name is the best place?"

The servant complained secretly. His young master is so kind and his hobby of being a man and a woman is really fatal. He can stop him and tease him if he sees him on the street. The capital is full of dignitaries. Although his family is of great origin, if he is caught by a censor, he will inevitably be impeached again. This is not the first time.

Unexpectedly, the teased young man just raised his eyebrows and said his identity: "Zheng Cheng, the eldest son of Marquis Wu'an?"

The servant was startled, but he had a lot of eyesight after following his young master for many years. He immediately recognized that the other party was not a son or nephew in the Duke's Mansion, and scolded: "Bold, you can tell the name of my prince?"

The young man bowed casually: "It's rude, but as far as I know, the court seems to have not issued an inventorial order to grant your prince the crown prince. Since it is not the prince, you have already violated the taboo when you look at it in detail. If someone writes a book in front of His Majesty, then your marquis will be implicated by you."

The servant was sweating profusely when he spoke, and he became more and more afraid to act rashly: "I am so mean to speak out, please forgive me!"

Zheng Cheng was also awesome. He was still talking nonsense and still laughed: "Since the beauty recognizes me, it's easy to deal with it. Why don't we find a place to sit down and have a few drinks and chat a few more?"

His lustful eyes swept back and forth across the other party, but he almost stripped the other party of his clothes without using his eyes.

The young man smiled and said, "Okay, why not just go to the Censor Xian's house in the east of the city to chat?"

The servant was shocked and never dared to underestimate the other party anymore. He quickly stepped forward, stopped his young master's claws that were about to stretch out, and bowed: "My young master drank last night, and now he is drunk and has lost all his words and deeds. Please forgive me, don't you know the name of the young master?"

The other party smiled and said, "You are asking interestingly. How could I tell you the name? If you go back and file a lawsuit with your marquis, wouldn't I have to leave with you?"

The servant was seen through his intentions and could only watch the other party walk away. Then he wiped his sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself that it was so dangerous.

When the people in the dignified Wu'an Marquis' Mansion heard the word Xian, they were like rats seeing a cat. It was because there were so many hereditary titles in the Ming Dynasty, such as descendants of the Zhu family and titles of different surnames. From Hongwu to now, they were caught by a large number of people. If the censors were too arrogant, they would dare to offend the emperor and make direct advice. If they knew that the eldest son of Wu'an Marquis was teasing good people in broad daylight, they would probably be able to immediately instigate the emperor to reduce the title, not to mention that the young man just now didn't look like an ordinary person.

How could ordinary people speak in this tone even though they knew it was the eldest son of Wu'an Hou?

"You are trying to die, how dare you stop me just now!" Zheng Cheng was unhappy when he was ruined by a good thing.

Master, I'm saving you! The servant thoughtfully, and laughed apologized: "Master, maybe you're waiting at home now. If you go back late, you'll have to get a stick again, so it's better to be careful!"

When he heard his father's name, even though Master Zheng had not yet woken up from drinking, he could not help but shiver and kept silent.

The servant followed Zheng Cheng back and looked back.

The other party had already walked away and could not see anyone else, but the servant couldn't help but wonder: Who is he?

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Tang Fan was woken up when he slept until midnight.

The person who came to find him was a man named Wang from Shuntian Mansion. He beat the door in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Tang Fan lived in the yard, otherwise others would have come to him as a robber.

As soon as the door opened, Lao Wang looked anxious: "Mr. Tang, something big happened, come with me!"

Tang Fan blinked, only wearing a dress on his body, and still had a sleepiness on his face: "What a big deal?"

Lao Wang lowered his voice: "There is a murder!"

What can make him anxious in the middle of the night will definitely not be an ordinary murder.

Tang Fan: "Who?"

Lao Wang: "The eldest son of Marquis Wu'an, Zheng Cheng!"

Tang Fan was stunned and woke up most of the time.

When Zhu Yuanzhang won the world, he signed a group of the heroes who fought with him. Later, he was almost killed by himself. Some of them stood in the wrong team in Jingnan and were killed by Emperor Yongle.

Most of the remaining hereditary titles are descendants of the heroes of Jingnan enfeoffed by Emperor Yongle, and passed down from generation to generation, and some were granted after the Tumu Fortress. The better ones are still a bit more powerful, and can lead troops and guard the place. They are less lucky. Just like the Wu'an Hou, who is now in a murder case, can only stay in the capital for retirement, and even accidentally involve something, the title will disappear in a blink of an eye. It looks glorious, but in fact it is like a person drinking water and knowing the warmth and coldness.

Even the princes of these families must be enthroned by the emperor before they take effect. They cannot be just a prince just by giving birth to the eldest son. If the emperor dislikes that person, it is possible to delay for more than ten or twenty years. Maybe they will find an excuse in addition to titles. Because of these noble young men, walking in the capital may not be as good as a real seventh-rank official in Beijing.

The first generation of Wu'an Hou was a hero of Jingnan. It was the fourth generation since this generation. Zheng Ying just inherited the title last year. He was serious and cautious by nature and never dared to make trouble outside because of hereditary title. However, he gave birth to a son who was unrealized. Wu'an Hou almost got worried about him, and beating and scolding was commonplace.

But even if you beat and scold, you hate your son for not being able to do anything. Zheng Yingke never thought of letting him die.

At this time, his eyes were red and his face turned ashen. He stood outside Zheng Cheng's room with his hands behind his back and said nothing.

The brightly lit yard is surrounded by people, and men and women don’t care about avoiding suspicion. Some people are frightened and some people cry. The noise is loud and there is a mess.

When Tang Fan arrived at the Hou Mansion, Pan Bin, the prefect of Shuntian, had arrived and was talking to Zheng Ying.

A group of yamen runners surrounded Zheng Cheng's house and drove all the servants and servants who were in and out of the room.

After being urged by Lao Wang, Tang Fan did not have time to put on his official uniform and only wore regular clothes. However, when Pan Bin saw him, he waved to him: "Runqing, come here quickly!"

"Marty, Master Fu Tai." Tang Fan didn't seem so nervous that he seemed so nervous. He was still as arrogant as he was. Compared with the people around him, he was a little special.

The servant Zheng Fu, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't help but say a word and pointed at Tang Fan: "Aren't you the one who is in the day?"

Everyone looked at this sound.

Pan Bin was afraid of causing some misunderstandings, so he hurriedly said: "I haven't introduced it yet. This is Tang Fan and Tang Runqing, the procurator of Shuntian Prefecture. He is very careful and good at deciding cases. This time I asked him to come, and it is precisely because of this."

Zheng Ying's eyes flashed. Even if he was a person like him who did not participate in the government affairs, he had heard of the name Tang Fan.

But all kinds of hearsays are not as good as what you see in front of you. Unfortunately, now that his son dies, Zheng Ying has no intention of greetings and asks directly: "What's going on?"

Marquis Wu'an glanced coldly, and Zheng Fu quickly explained the reason.

Tang Fangong bowed: "I didn't speak with Master Ling in the morning, so I hope the marquis will forgive me."

Zheng Ying sighed: "The dog son is ruthless and has hit the adult, so what do you have to do with him? If it weren't for him... Alas, I must have taught him a hard lesson!"

After saying that, he showed an angry, hatred and sad expression.

Although Tang Fan was only a small official of the sixth rank, his reputation was quite good, so Zheng Ying naturally wanted to be polite.

Tang Fan: "The Marquis's grief, please explain in detail the matter of the Prince."

Zheng Cheng is a playboy. There is no doubt that his playboy is mainly reflected in his good character and beauty. As long as he is beautiful, both men and women can do it. He is not enough for his wife and concubines at home. He also raises an outdoor room outside, and as a result, he still runs to Huajie and Liuxiang alleys all day long. It is precisely because he is having fun and has a bad reputation that the court has not issued a decree to appoint him as the crown prince, which makes Wu'an Hou Zheng Ying angry and helpless.

Today, Zheng Cheng just came back from Huanyi Tower and was hit by his father Zheng Ying, who happened to be at home. Mr. Zheng was scolded so much that he was bloody and ordered to be banned from going out in the room. Zheng Ying thought he would be safe for a few days, but when he turned around, his son hooked up with a maid.

When Zheng Ying received the report and rushed over, Zheng Cheng was already naked and lying on the bed without a sound. A maid kneeling beside him was crying.

According to the description of the servant Zheng Fu, the incident happened about the hour of Hai. Zheng Cheng happened to run into Alin, a maid who passed by outside. Seeing that Alin was a bit beautiful, he became slutty and wanted to pull the person into the house. Alin pushed him halfway. The two sides were entangled for a while, but in the end the two went in. Zheng Fu followed him to the door and did not go in.

After about a stick of incense, Alin's scream came from inside.

Zheng Fu quickly pushed the door and saw Zheng Cheng lying on the bed unconscious.

He hurried out to call for someone, and there was no need to say what happened later.

Logically speaking, it will be a matter of time before the extravagant squandering like Zheng Cheng is emptying his body, but his son is dead and Zheng Ying cannot pursue the lesson. The maid becomes the first cause of the brunt of Zheng Ying's loss of his son, and the anger of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion losing face due to the scandal was all sent to the maid.

However, there is a problem here. It would be fine if the maid is a slave. Zheng Ying would do whatever she wants. He would kill the well to death in secret and find an excuse to fool him. The family scandal should not be made public, and there would be no need to work on Shuntian Mansion. The maid was a good family and did not sign a contract to sell himself with the Marquis’ Mansion.

Since you are not a slave, you cannot kill him if you want to. Otherwise, the Marquis' Mansion will deal with it easily today, and it will inevitably be criticized for being criticized every day. People who are cautious like Zheng Ying dare not do it.
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