Chapter 322

When he left the White Dragon Temple and went down the mountain, Yan Liqiang felt refreshed, just like taking off a heavy burden in his heart. He felt a lot lighter when walking, and the sea and sky were clear in an instant.

These days, the future disaster is like a huge stone, which has been weighing heavily on Yan Liqiang's heart. Yan Liqiang can't sleep well every day. He tosses and turns. He doesn't know how to deal with it and what he can do. Now, once he makes up his mind, all the pressure disappears all at once.

Yan Liqiang decided to give up this time and fight for one time, whether it's for love, hatred, love, righteousness, or simply shouting at those ignorant people. A person should be able to give up that once in his life, so that he won't waste his life.

Yan Liqiang didn't feel how noble he was. He just felt that he had done what he should do. If he had done the same thing in his previous life, if he could know that there was a Wenchuan earthquake a few months in advance, he would also try his best to let people know when the disaster would come before the earthquake.

But the world has no network, no media, no newspapers, so Yan Liqiang should start from scratch.

Run a newspaper, and in four years, let that newspaper cover the entire Gyeonggi region of the Han Empire.

Then, a few months before the disaster, find an opportunity to burst out the big materials, so that people can prepare in advance and start evacuation.

Even if the newspaper was finally seized by the imperial court, it was nothing, because it had completed the mission it had given him.

This is Yan Liqiang's plan and everything he can sit on.

On the mountain path down the mountain, as soon as people relax, Yan Liqiang's head is full of inspiration. All at once, it is the page contents of various newspapers and various paper media publicity means he has seen in his previous life. When he thinks of that interesting place, the whole person can't help laughing.

After leaving Xiaoyun mountain and seeing that it was still early today, Yan Liqiang thought of flowers like snow, so he rode dark clouds to cover the snow and came to the capital.

The access control of the imperial capital is still very strict. Compared with the previous two strict ceremonies, it is much stricter. There are many sergeants standing on both sides of the gate. Those who enter and leave the city should check. Those who wear hats should take off their hats. Those who drive the car should check inside and outside the car. Those who pull the goods will also check carefully.

Hearing the coachman in front of him say that it was inconvenient to pull a cart of fodder and unload it, a small flag officer at the gate of the city directly took a long gun and made a sign in his eyes. He poked the whole cart of fodder one by one with several sergeants around him. When he saw that there was no blood on the gun, he let the cart of fodder into the city.

"The old man, why did the imperial capital ban become so severe today? I remember when I came some time ago, it wasn't so strict!" Seeing an old man in gray lined up in front of him, Yan Liqiang politely asked the old man for advice.

The old man turned around and looked at Yan Liqiang. He found that Yan Liqiang was pretty good-looking and polite. Then he slowly opened his mouth. "Zuo Teng, a waiter of the Ministry of work, was assassinated at home a few days ago. I heard that the person who assassinated him was Bailian sect. You said that people of Bailian sect can sneak into the imperial capital to assassinate imperial court officials. Can the city ban in the imperial capital not be strict?"

White lotus sect? Yan Liqiang was surprised. He didn't expect that he hadn't come to Dijing during this time. This matter actually fermented such news.

"Old man, I've heard that Zuo Teng was assassinated, but how can we talk about Bai Lianjiao?"

"I don't know. I just heard that there are rumors these days that Zuo Teng was assassinated because when he was a sheriff in Quzhou, he killed many followers of the white lotus sect and formed a deep blood feud with the white lotus sect. The white lotus sect has long regarded Zuo Teng as its mortal enemy!" Speaking of this, the old man also looked left and right and lowered his voice a little, "I heard that the business group in Dijing said that a few days ago, there was news from Quzhou that local people of the white lotus sect threw a lot of dog blood at the local Yamen in the evening after Zuo Teng was assassinated, and wrote a lot of rebellious words, saying that Zuo Teng was an example of those who dared to suppress the dog officials of the white lotus sect..."

"Ah, these white lotus sect members are really bold. Thank you for telling me!" Yan Liqiang pretended to be surprised and arched his hand at the old man.

"Oh, the world is really restless..." the old man shook his head. Seeing that it was his turn in front of him, he immediately took two steps forward and went over for inspection.

At the moment, Yan Liqiang's heart is not as calm as it seems, but a little tumultuous - is Hua Ruxue a member of the white lotus sect?

When Yan Liqiang thought of Quzhou mentioned by the old man, his heart suddenly moved. If he remembered it well, it seemed that a few months later, the white lotus sect would make a lot of noise in Quzhou, Huangzhou and Yuezhou, and began to revolt, making a mess of the southern states of the Han Empire. In this way, Zuo Teng was stabbed, Maybe it's really related to the white lotus cult's raising an event. It feels like being used to sacrifice flags and boost morale before raising an event.

However, at the thought of the beautiful face of flowers like snow, Yan Liqiang found it difficult to connect such a woman with Bai Lianjiao

Yan Liqiang led dark clouds and snow into the city. After thinking about it, he walked towards sun Bingchen's house. During this period, he traveled to and from the imperial capital several times and never visited Sun Bingchen. It's a courtesy to visit Sun Bingchen when he has time today. Anyway, in the eyes of others, sun Bingchen is also one of the nobles who carry him, I heard that sun Bingchen was fighting with the prime minister in the imperial capital these days. He also wanted to see how sun Bingchen was doing and if he could help. Yan Liqiang also wanted to ask sun Bingchen for some details about running the newspaper.

In the imperial capital, people come and go in the street, and carriages and pedestrians are intertwined. Yan Liqiang can't let go of his speed and can't go fast. He can only let the dark cloud cover snow pace and slowly walk towards sun Bingchen's house At the entrance of an alley next to the street, a young gangster dressed in short clothes and holding a grass stem in his mouth was leaning against the entrance of the alley. While basking in the sun, he looked at the pedestrians in the street with his eyes. Suddenly, the gangster's eyes lit up and saw Yan Liqiang at once, To be exact, I saw the dark cloud covered with snow under Yan Liqiang's body. Even in this bustling imperial capital, Yan Liqiang's dark cloud covered snow also appears extremely outstanding. The dark cloud covered snow walking on the street is less than half a horse's head higher than other rhinoceros horses, and his fur is even more oily and shiny. The gangster's eyes stared at the dark cloud covered snow for a few times, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then looked carefully at Yan Liqiang's face. Then, with a "poof", he spit out the straw in his mouth. As soon as he turned around, he drilled into the nearby alley... Yan Liqiang felt the gangster's gaze, but he just glanced at the alley and took back his sight, I didn't take it to heart. The so-called art experts are brave. They have been practicing in Luyuan these days, and their strength is getting stronger day by day. Looking at those people, Yan Liqiang unconsciously has the same visual sense as a strong man looking at a toddler without paying any attention... This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.