The autumn wind was bleak, and a few yellow leaves drifted down from the branches, falling silently in the Yangzhou government office.
This year, the county magistrate Yang Wenwen, who is over fifty years old, is standing in the courtyard with a sad face.
Although the weather was cold, his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Hey, what a troubled time!"
Looking at the falling yellow leaves, Yang Wenwen, who was a little thin, finally let out a long sigh, then walked towards the outside of the government office.
Today's Yangzhou City seems to be the same as before. Pedestrians walk leisurely on the road, merchants slowly solicit customers, everything is the same as yesterday.
However, if someone can stand on a high place and overlook the entire city, he will find that Yangzhou City today is a little different from the past.
In the past, the streets were brisk and poetic, but today there were suddenly three more groups of people, all walking hurriedly on the streets.
Looking at the target, it is the alley where Xiao's Mansion is located.
Three groups of men and horses are among them.
One is Yang Wenwen, the magistrate of Yangzhou County.
The second is Shi Cui Jingzhi, the governor of Yangtze.
The third one is the dozens of Qingqi who came from afar.
Among the three groups of men and horses, the light cavalry attracted the most attention.
There is no one else, just because the person leading the way in front of Qingqi is a clay figure.
Well, he is still a clay figurine who can run faster than a rabbit!
The guard, who was covered in mud and water and didn't bother to wipe it off, probably never thought that he could run so fast in his old age! The horse following behind him would have to raise its hooves to keep up with his pace.
Of course, the reason why the guard ran so fast was not because of the spears in the light riders behind him.
In fact, the Qingqi did not urge them since they entered the city.
He ran so fast just to get these people to a place as quickly as possible so that they could be far away from the dark memories that made his hair stand on end.
I still remember that many years ago on the Grand Canal, after that extremely luxurious dragon boat sailed through the water.
Outside the city of Yangzhou, a Jinlan carriage came with the same yellow flag.
The guard back then was just a young soldier who had just come to report, so after seeing the strange carriage, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
It was these few glances that turned into a nightmare that he has been having for so many years!
That day, several big heads rolled randomly on the ground! The red blood covered the yellow earth at the city gate.
But the man in the car felt like he was crushing an ant.
The lofty look in his eyes and the soft tone of his voice became a terrifying memory that the guard would never get rid of.
To this day, the guards have not figured out why the eunuch in the palace killed someone and what was his reason?
Could it be that there was no reason for him to kill someone?
Or maybe the reason is just a fucking person who doesn't like you?
The guard has never been able to think clearly about this issue, and he may not be able to think clearly about it all his life. The only thing he remembers clearly is the yellow flag.
A yellow flag represents the supremacy of monarchy and the power of life and death.
This is why, many years later, he can still recognize the yellow flag at a glance.
Sun Simiao's residence was not far from the city gate, and the guard's pace was really slow. In about half a cup of tea, a group of Qingqi had arrived at the street where Xiao Han's house was located.
"Master Jun, Sun Shenxian's home is on the corner in front!"
Stopping while holding on to an ancient blue brick wall, the guard pointed to the house not far ahead and said with difficulty.
According to the past, if he brought someone here, he would definitely tell them a few words about Sun Simiao's magical deeds.
But today, he just showed the way honestly, and didn't say a word of nonsense except for breathing heavily.
"Then take a look around. The two families must not be too far apart."
"Here!"
The voice of the old woman in the carriage sounded again, and the light riders immediately responded with fists clasped in response. Then the whip was lightly tapped on the horse's buttocks, and the horses immediately galloped out.
The faster you go out on a Qingqi, the faster you come back!
Because they only ran a few steps and already saw the plaque of Xiao Mansion.
There is no way, Xiao Han's family is the only one hanging a pair of red lanterns on this street, and it's hard for them to miss it!
The carriages came to the door again. The two carriages stopped, and someone immediately hung up the horse stools.
The old woman held the carriage and slowly stepped out of the carriage. Then she looked up at the pair of red lanterns in front of her, and a smile gradually appeared on her tired face.
"arrive!"
"Yeah, we're finally here, we finally caught up!"
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In the courtyard, after three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere of the banquet became somewhat lively before we knew it.
They all say that drunkenness makes people cowardly, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Usually, there are those who are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, or those who are so honest and dull that even three sticks can’t beat a fart out of them.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, I completely let myself go. There was no loudspeaker to announce: The King of Heaven and I are second, and he ranks first!
During the dinner, someone picked up a wine glass and ran to Xiao Han to propose a toast.
Okay, if you want to make a toast, just make a good toast, after all, you are here as a guest.
But if you insist on holding your master's shoulders and talking nonsense about making money, making money with conscience, and not taking ill-gotten gains, it is somewhat rude.
As for the toast, Yin Can, who is at the same table, is too lazy to bring the wine and drink with him. You can't be so angry that you throw the glass on the spot, right?
"Snapped……"
The white porcelain wine glass shattered into pieces on the ground. The clear wine was scattered all over the floor, and the aroma of wine spread everywhere.
When Xiao Han saw that he had dropped his wine glass, he immediately screamed inwardly! Thanks to his quick eyesight and quick hands, he stretched out his hand to hold down Yin Can who was about to get up in anger.
"Brother, you've drunk too much!" Xiao Han's voice became colder as he frowned and looked at the unknown drunk neighbor.
"I didn't drink too much!"
The middle-aged neighbor, whose eyes were a little blurred and who was already seventy or eighty percent drunk, heard the words and shouted. Then he suddenly waved his hand and shook off the person who came to pull him away. He stumbled and pointed at Yin Can and said:
"Young pretty boy, I'm toasting you to give you face, why don't you give me face by riding a horse?"
"Uh, pretty boy?"
When Xiao Han heard this, he was immediately stunned, and then subconsciously looked back at Yin Can.
Well, with delicate features and handsome appearance, she really deserves the title of pretty boy!
However, it seems that even he doesn't dare to use this nickname. What does this person mean? Dare he call Yin Can like this? Is it true that the old lady hanged herself because she thought her life was too long?
Sure enough, after hearing the words "little pretty face", Yin Can's complexion quickly turned from white to green, and then from green to black again, as black as the bottom of a pot!
Immediately afterwards, no movement was seen from him.
The soup bowl on the table in front of him suddenly rose out of thin air and hit the man directly.
"Bang..."
In Xiao Han's eyes, "I knew this would happen", the soup bowl hit the man's head hard!
In an instant, the soup splashed everywhere, with a few scarlet red spots in the middle, just like a blooming flower, except that the place where it bloomed was someone's head.
"ah……"
A scream like a slaughtering pig rang out in the courtyard, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
