"Yiniang."

"Slave here."

"Where have you been all these years?" Yang Xuan asked.

Yiniang said: "I have been at the Taoist temple these years."

Yang Xuan asked a very practical question, "Didn't Aye leave me any money?"

Yi Niang was stunned, then giggled and said: "No! Alang is a great scholar, and great scholars don't like money."

Yang Xuan asked: "Can you make money?"

Yi Niang thought for a while: "You can go to a brothel, and I hope you can become the number one."

Why!

Yang Xuan knew that he had to support one more person.

Yi Niang gritted her teeth and wrote to Yang Lue.

"Old dog, you didn't prepare any money for Mr. Lang?"

She sat in front of the window with her chin in her hands.

"These days are as lonely as the incense in a Taoist temple."

She started writing letters.

——Lang Jun treats his subordinates very well. This is a good thing, but it can easily be exploited by ambitious subordinates. Yang Lue, you have taught Lang Jun for many years, why didn’t you teach him the way of being a king? Yes, you don’t know how to do it at all.

, I don’t understand. But can’t you learn? Don’t you understand? Ask for advice!

——As soon as I entered Chang'an City, I felt an undercurrent. What was the emperor and the five surnames of his family doing? The Zuo Xiang was extremely opposed to cliques back then, but now he has also grabbed the Wang family and the Imperial College...

——Hey! Although I am as resourceful as the sea, women are not allowed to stand out in this world. You need a counselor by your side. Shouldn’t that hypocrite be used?

…

Outside Wannian County.

The doorkeeper looked at Yang Xuan, "Who are you looking for?"

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, "I gave you respect."

There was more ridicule in Zhang Gu's eyes.

"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."

Huang Wenzun arrived, Zhang Gu quickly stood up.

The former bodyguard is now full of fat.

Huang Wenzun glanced at Yang Xuan, "From the Imperial College?"

"Yes." Yang Xuan was very calm.

Huang Wenzun nodded, and after arriving at the check-in room, he looked for someone to talk to.

"The people from the Imperial College are here."

"yes."

Later, Yang Xuan, who was discussing matters with Tang Xiaonian and others, was called out.

"There are several documents that need to be copied."

The little official who came was very arrogant.

He looked down at Yang Xuan with a look that was very offensive.

Yang Xuan was puzzled, "It has nothing to do with me, right?"

"Just do it as you are told." The clerk's eyelids jumped because Yang Xuan turned around and entered the check-in room.

"Hey! Do you still want good reviews?"

This is provocation and persecution.

The petty officials were quite proud of themselves, because this method was used on the students of the Imperial College, and it was said to be invincible. Basically, they would ask for leave as soon as they were forced to do so.

Yang Xuan glanced at him and said, "I'm here to do things, not to talk nonsense, so go ahead!"

roll!

Clerk: "..."

Most of the teachers and students in the Imperial College like to be free and easy, like doing nothing, and it doesn't matter. When they encounter such trouble and persecution, they have only one choice - to take leave.

But Yang Xuan chose to let the petty official go.

"Ming Mansion, then Yang Xuan said that he was here to do something." The clerk went back to report in disgrace.

Huang Wenzun said calmly: "Just watch."

Since you don't want to be promoted, it's not too much trouble, so it's just a piece of meat.

The clerk resigned, and Huang Wenzun sat there on his knees with a faint look in his eyes.

"Chen Shen, Wang, Imperial College...three dogs, old dogs!"

In the duty room, Tang Xiaonian said dissatisfied: "Whenever people from the Imperial College come, they use these methods to force them away. I don't understand why the Ming Dynasty can't see people from the Imperial College."

Zhao Guolin hugged Ma Shan and said coldly: "Xu."

Wen Xinshu, who talked a lot, asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Guolin pointed to his left chest.

Tang Xiaonian waved his hand, "Don't mention those old things."

"The secret agents of Southern Zhou suddenly became quiet these past two days." Tang Xiaonian looked solemn, "This is an unprecedented phenomenon."

"Tang is handsome and wise." Wen Xinshu flattered the 'future father-in-law'. "In the past, they would not be quiet as soon as they arrived in Chang'an. People from the village would often come to report that holes had been dug or disturbed in their homes. In the past few days, there was an endless stream.

But there was no movement, could it be that they went back?"

"Go back?" Tang Xiaonian looked at Zhao Guolin, "Old Zhao."

Zhao Guolin shook his head, "No."

"Then where did they go? Are they squatting in Chang'an City to rest?" Wen Xinshu was confused and reached out to touch Zhao Guolin's horse, but was slapped back.

"Tang Shuai, why don't you..." Zhao Guolin stroked Ma Shan, like stroking his lover's skin, gently and lovingly, "How about we activate the evil young man and the ranger."

Tang Xiaonian shook his head: "If those evil young rangers get such permission, they will be more enthusiastic about searching for hidden treasures than the spies of Southern Zhou."

A clerk came outside and said, "Tang Shuai, someone is here to report."

The visitor was an aunt. As soon as she came in, she waved her hands and slapped her thighs, shouting.

"It's terrible, the slave's home has been robbed..."

"What property was lost?" Wen Xinshu contacted.

The aunt said: "It's not lost."

Wen Xinshu was puzzled, "Then why are you here?"

The aunt said angrily: "I am a good citizen of the Tang Dynasty, so I naturally want to report it."

Wen Xinshu, whose consciousness was too low, was speechless.

"Wait a minute."

Tang Xiaonian stopped the aunt who was about to go back, "What part of the house was disturbed?"

"Toilet."

…

A quarter of an hour later.

The aunt stood outside her toilet, covering her nose, and shouted boldly: "Just scoop."

Yang Xuan stood far away and asked Tang Xiaonian beside him softly, "Tang Shuai, there shouldn't be a toilet, right? Even if there is, it still smells bad."

"Money stinks." Zhao Guolin said, slapping Ma Shu.

"I like the smell of copper." Wen Xinshu glanced at his father-in-law, but Tang Xiaonian didn't even raise his eyes.

For a long time, the buckets came and went.

"Is there more?"

The person who did this dirty job was very professional and picked things very steadily.

"Some more."

Later, it was clean.

"They were poking at the pit with poles." The aunt swore that all this was true.

"It should be outside." Wen Xinshu thought there was something wrong with this wording.
To be continued...