"Hey, if you don't mind that young man riding a horse, you can live with me."
Just when Zhu Pingan got on his horse and was about to find an inn to stay, he suddenly heard a deep and hoarse voice coming from behind him.
In an inn filled with ridicules and eye-rolls, this voice was very abrupt.
Out of curiosity, Zhu Ping'an pulled the horse's reins, turned its head, and looked in the direction of the inn following the sound.
The person who spoke was a man with a Chinese character face who was about 1.75 meters tall. He was in his thirties. He was dressed simply, but he looked upright. He stood there like an unsheathed sword.
Although this man was dressed simply, the staff at the inn were very respectful to him. Perhaps compliments and flattery would be more appropriate.
Therefore, Zhu Pingan became a little curious about this person.
"It's not what I asked for. After a long drought, there is rain, and it's too late to thank him." Zhu Pingan turned over and dismounted, bowed to the man from a distance, smiled and thanked him loudly.
"Hahaha, you young man is quite interesting, and my room is quite spacious." The man smiled, then turned to the station staff standing beside him and asked in a positive tone, "Is it against the rules for me to do this?
Do I need to report back to Yi Cheng?"
After hearing the man's question, the staff at the post station had a flattering smile on their faces. They shook their heads and said, "It's not against the rules. There's no need to bother Mr. Yi Cheng with such a trivial matter. Mr. Yang is really old-fashioned and warm-hearted."
The man was not impressed by the compliments from the inn staff at all, and he didn't even have the intention to deal with it. He turned around and didn't even look at the inn staff again.
"My lord, thank you very much." Zhu Ping'an led the horse to the man's side and once again expressed his thanks with his hands.
"It's just a little effort." The man waved his hand nonchalantly.
After saying a few words, Zhu Ping'an followed the instructions of the inn staff, put the horses in the inn stable, and then followed the man to his room with the package on his back.
This inn is much better than the inn where Zhu Pingan lived in the past. The buildings in the inn are much cleaner and wider, and even much better than most inns. The room this person lives in is almost one of the best rooms in the inn.
Yes, the room is a two-entry suite, the outer room is slightly smaller, and the inner room is the master bedroom which is much more spacious.
"You can rest here." The man led Zhu Ping'an outside. "I can't live in two rooms by myself anyway."
Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands and thanked him.
The clothes this man wore were not much better than his own. They were very simple. He probably didn't come from a very good family either. When he stopped at the door of the inn, he probably felt sympathy because he was wearing simple clothes.
I just don’t know what position this person holds. Judging from the flattering and flattering behavior of the inn staff, this person must have an unusual status.
"Thank you so much, sir. I am late-born Zhu Ping'an, a native of Anqing Prefecture. I haven't asked you for your surname yet. I hope you will be safe in the future. Thank you so much." After Zhu Ping'an put the things outside, he bowed his hands to the man.
"This is not worth thanking. Anyway, I can't live in two rooms alone. I think you are a good candidate at a young age, and your future will be limitless. These people in the post station are best at taking advantage of the high and undermining the low. You don't need to take it to heart. My last name is
Yang, my cousin is Zhongfang. You don’t have to call me big or small. If you are older than me, you can call me Brother Yang."
Yang Zhongfang smiled and shook his head, patted Zhu Pingan on the shoulder, and pointed to himself.
Yang Zhongfang?
Hearing the words Yang Zhongfang, Zhu Ping'an was shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning. During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, his surname was Yang and his given name was Zhongfang? Could it be said that he was known as "the most fierce man in the Ming Dynasty"
Yang Jisheng?
As for why Yang Jisheng is said to be the most powerful person in the Ming Dynasty, there is a reason. The officials in the Ming Dynasty were famous for their reputation rather than their lives. From the emperor to the officials, no one dared to scold Yang Jisheng.
Yang Lian is the representative of this group of fierce men, the fiercest one among this group of fierce men. Although Yang Jisheng is not a Yan Guan, he often does Yan Guan affairs, so it is not unreasonable to classify him as a Yan Guan.
Yang Jisheng came from a farm family and had herded cattle when he was a child. He didn't enter school until he was thirteen, but he won the imperial examination in his twenties and the Jinshi at the age of thirty-one. He was in the same class as Zhang Juzheng. He had no money.
Quan. But he has life and dares to risk it.
This man has impeached the top boss in the military and also the top boss in politics.
Impeachment of a ruthless person like this is definitely not going to be easy. I won’t go into too much detail. Anyway, this person was imprisoned many times because of impeachment. Once he was beaten more than a hundred times before he was imprisoned. His skin was torn and his flesh was rotten.
This guy smashed a bowl in the prison and used the pieces to cut off the rotten meat. His expression remained unchanged. It is said that the prison guards who were watching the fun shivered and passed out. A colleague wanted to give him a snake gallbladder to relieve pain, but this guy not only refused
And I also said that I have courage myself, why would I need snake courage?
Therefore, this guy is well-deserved to be the most powerful man in the Ming Dynasty.
If it is Yang Jisheng, he should have been promoted to three levels after being impeached and imprisoned in the army. He was recommended by Yan Song and went to the capital to serve as a member of the military selection department. This also makes sense why the people at the post station flattered him so much.
, this is the person recommended by Yan Shoufu. Of course, Yan Song will regret it soon.
How lucky he was to meet a real person. Zhu Pingan looked at Yang Jisheng and breathed a little quickly. Thinking about it, such an upright person ended up in that situation, which can't help but make people angry.
You must do your best to prevent this tragedy from happening.
"Brother Zhu, is there anything wrong?" Yang Jisheng asked strangely when he saw Zhu Ping'an looking at him with wide eyes.
"No, no." Zhu Pingan smiled and shook his head.
"Oh." Yang Jisheng nodded, and then said to Zhu Ping'an, "I think Brother Zhu is so busy that he must have traveled a long way here. Turn left when you go out and you will find the back kitchen of the inn. Please use my name.
, let’s have some light food. It’s better to rest early after dinner. Brother, I have something important to do, so I’ll excuse you now.”
Zhu Pingan watched Yang Jisheng enter the inner room with his hands raised, and then went to the post kitchen as Yang Jisheng said. Regardless of the looks of the post staff, he ordered two steamed buns and one porridge and side dishes, and ate them slowly.
After dinner, the sun had already set. Zhu Pingan went back to his room. The oil lamp was already lit in the room where Yang Jisheng was. Zhu Pingan tidied the bed briefly, then lit the oil lamp, and started reading at night.
The night was silent, the moon was misty, and the entire inn was shrouded in darkness. Only the two rooms where Zhu Ping'an and Yang Jisheng were were still lit, and the dim candlelight stretched out the swaying shadows, making them appear extraordinarily quiet.
Around midnight, Zhu Pingan collected the scroll, extinguished the oil lamp, and fell into a deep sleep. To be continued.