Zhou was once the Queen of Heaven and is now buried in the imperial mausoleum as Empress Zetian Dasheng, with the national title.

  The owner was completely frightened by this madman, "You, you damned nonsense!"

  The boss's surname is Zhou, so the signboard is called "Zhou Ji".

  That man coldly sneered again: "Apart from the character 'Zhou' at your gate, is there anything else? Do you know what crime it is to rashly discuss 'Wu Zhou' now? It's saying that you harbor evil intentions, what's wrong with that?"

  The boss was really frightened by this, his face turned pale, especially with many customers still sitting in the store, staring at them in shock. He had been running a shop on Chang'an Street for many years, and the flag in front of the door fluttered with the word "Zhou", which could be seen by all pedestrians passing by.

  If someone has ill intentions and goes outside to say something...

  The boss suddenly said in a frightened tone: "That's enough! Shut up!"

  The man fell silent for a moment, then said, "You're not taking me to see the official?"

  The boss didn't dare take him to see the officer anymore, now he couldn't wait to throw him directly onto the street: "Alright alright, I won't bother with you, hurry up and leave!"

  Let that madman go, buddy.

  That madman didn't leave, he looked at the boss and said, "I can help you rewrite a new sign."

  The boss's silver teeth were almost bitten to pieces, he felt that this person was not finished yet, but he was also afraid of provoking the man into anger and bringing disaster to his small shop.

  "What on earth do you want to write?"

  When he lifted his head and brushed away the disheveled hair on his face, the customer eating porridge next to him suddenly felt that this person still had a few points of elegance.

  He said: "Please get the boss to bring pen and paper."

  The guests in the store are all watching the excitement without fear of trouble, and no one wants to leave.

  The boss was frightened and sweated all over, and he quickly ordered his assistant to bring paper and pen.

  Just look at that person dipping ink and writing, it's also a "Zhou" character.

  "Can't you see I'm being played?"

  It seems this man is indeed a madman, he should be taken to see the official, no matter what nonsense he says about being Zhou or not.

  The man shook his head and said: "Boss, take a closer look."

  Look at the boss's eyes narrowing, and the people around him shouted: "This 'zhou' character is missing a 'mouth'!"

  Indeed, on that rice paper, although a similar-looking Zhou was written, there was no mouth at the bottom.

  The boss trembled with his finger pointed: "You, what exactly do you want to say?"

  That person immediately said seriously: "Of course, I will help you, boss, to correct it. This 'zhou' is not that 'zhou', but the oracle bone script from the Shang Dynasty. If you write this 'zhou' character outside, no one will bother you."

  The boss was originally illiterate, and it's already good that he can write his own name. He didn't understand what the other person said about Ji Wang or oracle bones, thinking he had been humiliated again for no reason.

  "You're such a person..."

  Suddenly, someone among the guests stood up: "This young master is right, and it's indeed astonishing that he can think of replacing the Zhou character with the oracle bone script."

  This man who stood up was immediately called out: "Zhao Zhi Rén?"

  It turned out to be a jinshi, and even more astonished voices appeared around him.

  Zhao Juren bowed slightly and said with a hint of politeness, "I am Zhao Xuan, may I ask your name?"

  From this person's behavior just now, Zhao Juren already felt that this person should not be an ordinary person. And everyone is a fellow student of the same period, and in the future, whoever gets on the dragon ladder will naturally become a friendship between schoolmates...

  That person was taken aback, his expression turned gloomy, and he returned a courtesy to Zhao: "I dare not, my surname is Fan, and my name is Wenjun."

  …

  Many people looked at each other in dismay, "Fan Wenjun?" It seemed like no one had heard of this name. Was this person on the list posted a few days ago?

  Zhao Juren also thought so in his heart. Seeing that the name reported by the other party was so unfamiliar, he just smiled and sat down again.

  Not far away, two men on a table stared at "Fan Wenjun" with a gloomy expression, looking at each other again.

  The two of them took out some loose silver coins from their bosoms and placed them on the table, then stood up and left.

  After those two left, the one called "Fan Wenjun" continued to pester the boss for a while before finally agreeing to leave.

  The two people hiding in the corner immediately followed quietly.

  Fan Wenjun walked and walked, seemingly without direction, and wandered around for half a day. He raised his head and looked at the Qin Lou Chu Guan in front of him.

  It is a relatively large brothel in Chang'an - Cuīyún Building.

  "Fan Wenjun" looks like a beggar from head to toe, earlier he was sweeping the floor with an air of elegance, and now he's snatching a bun from the roadside stall. Now he's staring at the entrance of the brothel, and his eyes have taken on a foolish glaze.

  The two people following "Fan Wenjun" exchanged a glance, and one of them turned around and left, while the other continued to stare at Fan Wenjun's movements.

  Is it possible for dead people to come back to life?

  It's all nonsense.

  Zong Chuke stared at the servant who had come to report back, "Did you see 'Fan Wenjun'?"

  The man's face was uneasy: "That person said his own name in front of many people. I heard it with my own ears."

  Jian Zong Chu's face changed color, and that person immediately added: "Right, we also saw him with our own eyes, he went to the Cuiyun Building!"

  Cuīyún Building is a brothel, and this Chu guest naturally knows.

  The subordinate continued: "The woman who was previously ordered to be eliminated by the master is actually a courtesan from Cuīyún Building, isn't she that Fàn Wénjūn's mistress?"

  Zong Chuke's face grew increasingly gloomy, and his subordinates didn't dare make a sound.

  "You said he admitted it in public?"

  His subordinates were nervous: "Yes..."

  Rumors are the most terrifying thing. Today, on Chang'an Street, it was so lively, and in Zhou Ji's baozi shop, there were so many customers, with so many mouths, it would be easy for even more people to find out.

  And among them, they were worried about the Liu family.

  "Pei Tan's trick." Zong Chuke said with a cold smile. His eyes were like a dark and gloomy cave, and those who saw him felt their hearts racing with fear.

  His subordinate was taken aback: "What does sir mean?"

  Zong Chuke did not speak, just as people say that the dead cannot come back to life. Pei Tan and Dali Temple had already plotted to kill his son in Wuzhou, what other tricks could they use now?

  ——

  Jing Wan'er let out a deep breath and looked at Pei Tan, whose clothes still had a piece of straw stuck to them.

  The girl burst out laughing and reached out to pinch the grass, taking it from Pei Tan's body.

  "Zong Chuke's fear of the adults was sown when his son died in Wuzhou."

  Pei Tan glanced at her. "Things may not be as you think."

  The young girl always looked mature, but as a Minister of War, there was no need to be afraid of him, the Grand Justice.

  Zong Ho's case has too many lucky elements in it.

  "Sir, you have never seen the darkest side of human society. In terms of understanding people's hearts, I am willing to share your worries."

  Looking at the girl's smiling face, but seeing a thousand wounds and a hundred holes in it.

  She was much younger than Pei Tan, and she was also a thousand gold after all. However, Jing Wanyu had seen the mutual overthrow in the palace and knew that no matter how glorious a person appeared on the surface, they would have seven inches like a snake. Zong Chuke's seven inches were his son who had lived before.

  Pei Tan fell silent for a moment, perhaps, just like Jing Wanyu said, he had yet to experience those hidden aspects of human nature.

  "As long as he fears adults for one day, his inner fear will eventually lead him to make mistakes on his own initiative."

  People are emotional animals, with weaknesses and mistakes. To escape fear, they will definitely do many things to fill themselves up.

  Just like he deliberately chose to kill Liu Yong at Wangyuelou, taking the opportunity to frame Zixian and her husband, it was all to satisfy his desire for revenge.

  Moreover, a person's vengeful heart will not be easily satisfied, and he will find one by one. The more he feels that he has the upper hand, the less likely he is to give up.

  Pei Tan may not understand the darkness of human hearts, but from the girl's tone and her expression, he realized that Jing Wanyu's words were not simply describing Zong Chuke or anyone else.

  He remembered a phrase: "Extreme cleverness must lead to harm, excessive cleverness leads to an early death." Jing Yuanner used up all her resources and returned from Wuzhou to Chang'an; how could it be just a temporary whim?

  Jing Yuanyu smiled slightly as she looked at Pei Tan: "The more calm you appear, the more it will provoke Zong Chuke's desire for revenge. Once he loses his composure and makes a move against you, you can take advantage of the situation."

  She sounds more thoughtful than Pei Tan imagined, and even when she mentions Zong Chuke, her tone is as if she's casually fishing for fish, carelessly waiting for the fish to bite.