Yu Chengen, from the Yu Mansion in Nancang County, took over a jade slip and was stunned: "Ye Qing understands the Yuan Dynasty, Fan'er is the third?"
Under the dim light, Yu Chengen held the jade slip and looked at it silently for a moment, then asked: "The troops sent in front have not been contacted yet?"
"Sir, we haven't been contacted yet!" Mr. Dai, who was usually casual and uninhibited, stood up when asked, "I have sent several messages in a row, but there is no response."
"Be prepared. If there is no news yet, go to Pingshou County immediately!" Yu Chengen said solemnly: "Take all the gentlemen with you."
Mr. Dai said nothing more and was about to leave. Yu Chengen took a breath and said, "Hold on, how is Fan'er's situation?"
"Sir, everything is fine. Now that Mr. Kou is following me, nothing will happen." This is a matter between father and son, and of course Mr. Dai cannot interfere.
Yu Cheng thought for a while, feeling a bit chilly. After being silent for a long time, he asked again: "Where is the Hidden Pearl Pavilion?"
Mr. Dai glanced at Yu Chengen and said, "It is said that there are only three hundred taels of silver left in the library. I saw the steward five days ago and they said the money was too small. Is it possible to increase the amount, but the government refused."
"There are rumors in the library that Master Fan is going to be deposed, and people are panicking. Now most of them have dispersed, and only a few poor scholars are still holding on..."
The more Yu Chengen listened, the more serious his expression became. He had heard these rumors occasionally, but it was the first time for someone to tell him in person. Thinking of Yu Fan's expression, he put down the teacup in his hand, nodded to Mr. Dai, and said: "I will
We still have to deal with the matter of the Pearl Hall, so go and say it and pay me another three thousand taels."
Mr. Dai agreed and was about to get up. At this moment, a gentleman came in and said: "Sir, there is a military report from the front..."
Yu Chengen frowned and scolded: "Don't be wordy, where is the jade certificate?"
The gentleman took a piece and handed it over. Yu Chengen looked at it without saying a word and said to Mr. Dai: "Wait a moment, wait until I look at it and then talk."
Mr. Gray Yi stood up and wanted to leave, but he heard the voice from above again: "Let Yu Chong withdraw his troops!"
"Master, why don't you--" said the gentleman in gray.
"I ordered the withdrawal of troops, didn't you hear?" Yu Chengen said coldly, but immediately realized that he was speaking too harshly, so he took a deep breath and softened his tone.
"It would be great if Yu Chong had captured Yejiazhuang before." After saying that, he gave the jade plate to Mr. Dai. Mr. Dai took it and read it carefully.
After sighing for a moment, he said: "What my lord said is that it would have been better if it had been earlier. Unfortunately, the Ye family seemed to have taken precautions in advance and lost contact."
"The Flame Disk has been repaired now, but it's too late. Although it can be captured now as long as the magician cooperates, it will definitely reveal its traces - which bandit has a magician?"
"Ye Qingzhong's understanding of the Yuan Dynasty is a major cultural event for a state, and the court will take it seriously. If this son dies now, even if it is not my family's fault, he will get into a lot of trouble..."
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"Even if we can destroy the whole family to destroy its foundation and reduce its wings, Ye Qing is only sixteen years old, and he can come back even if he is white. My lord, we really can't continue. If we haven't forged a deadly feud now, let's stop!"
"As for the future, there will always be a chance." At this point, Mr. Dai's words were filled with awe-inspiring murderous intent.
"That's what you said, so you sent me an order to withdraw the people as planned." Yu Cheng'en didn't want to say any more and waved these people to leave.
After staying in the dark room for a while, I walked up the stairs and soon found a secret door.
After opening the door and going out, he was in the ancestral hall. At this time, he was staring at the memorial tablets. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart! Ye Qing listened to the faint sound of the sheng, Xiao, Qin and Se from the Yingzhou Governor's Palace, passed several corridors, and looked at it from a distance.
When I went there, I saw a tall building in the garden, which could be reached by twists and turns along the white marble railing.
Ye Qing walked to the sixth floor and saw that the building was seven stories high. The top floor could really overlook the entire city.
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands."
Don’t dare to speak loudly for fear of alarming the heavenly beings…”
Looking at the bright lights and hearing the noise of the banquet, Ye Qing stopped at the steps in front of the building and chanted slowly. After chanting, he asked again: "What is the name of your building?"
A maid with very bright eyes and white teeth listened to this poem and looked at the juren in crimson official uniform with awe and admiration. She blushed slightly and carefully answered: "Qinglou"
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Ye Qing had a bad taste for "revisiting the old place" when he was on Earth, so he teased the maid in a humorous way. Seeing her tender face, he smiled and let it go, and looked out.
The earth is vast and dark, and the endless sparks of the city are impacting in the field of vision.
It's not as big as the big city on Earth, but there are no other tall buildings, and the world is silent, so it feels like it's falling over.
"Xie Yuan, the banquet is about to begin." The maid held up a candle and urged in a low voice. This was a good intention, and it showed that she had been well trained by the Governor's Mansion.
Ye Qing took another look at her and noticed the complicated mysterious patterns on her clothes, the mark of the Governor's Mansion.
This kind of maid has a broad vision, is beautiful, and has a good temperament. She must have been specially trained and screened since childhood. She is very rare in ordinary small tribes.
But it has no power in itself, and is as precious and fragile as the floating lotus on the water. It is of low value during great tribulations, and cannot be cultivated, secreted, or enjoyed by non-prime ministers and princes.
Even during this prosperous period, it could still be cultivated in the residences of third-rank officials and presented to guests for appreciation on important occasions.
What will be the fate of this girl in the future?
Just as he was thinking about it, the maid blushed and took half a step back: "Jie Yuan is feasible."
Ye Qing nodded, stepped forward, opened the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw that most of the new candidates were already there, and everyone was gathered together to talk.
There was another girl who was singing softly, but it was a kind of tune. This chanting song penetrated like mercury on the ground, and even Ye Qing was stunned to hear it.
"Oh, Ye Qing, Mr. Jie Yuangong, you are finally here!" Jia Zixing, who came in second place, listened in ecstasy until the song ended and all the lingering sounds were gone, then he came back and said.
At this time, they were all wearing official uniforms. This Jia Zi was in his thirties, shaking a bamboo fan, looking elegant. At this time, he smiled heartily and said: "I will be punished with a drink later!"
Several people around him burst into laughter and said, "That's true, you deserve to be punished!"
One of the candidates stood up and smiled: "It's a punishment, but Jie Yuangong's poems shocked the whole state. If you can write a poem on this building, we will give you a drink. What do you think?"
"Yes, yes!" Someone responded immediately. Before Ye Qing could speak, he heard someone laughing: "This is a very good idea, very good!"
Looking back, I saw an old man passing by, and the originally bustling hall became silent.
"Everyone's words are interesting, but why are they all dumb?" The governor smiled: "I have also heard of the poetic talents of Jie Yuan, so I should compose one."
These words made everyone laugh and the atmosphere relaxed.
Ye Qing bowed and took a serious look at the governor. He had seen him many times in his previous life. Who would have thought that the kind old man who looked like a kind man now would become a ferocious governor in the future. He would kill decisively and even suppress Yu Fan for nearly seven years! Yes!
He said that Yu Fan's failure was inseparable from this person. At this time, he pondered for a moment and smiled: "The adults have orders, how dare students disobey orders? They should obey orders!"
After saying that, he stood up and saw Ye Qing walking seven steps before looking back and writing:
The day is over the mountains, and the river is flowing into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.
"Good, good!" the governor praised repeatedly, saying repeatedly: "The calligraphy is good, the poems are good, please come and frame this immediately and hang it on the wall!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately clapped and praised him, but then they saw a steward coming over and said something in a low voice. The governor was even more surprised and said: "He is really a genius!"
But at this time, the time for the banquet had arrived, so I didn’t want to say anything more. As soon as I got to the front, I said, "I’m busy with business, sorry, sorry!"
All the newly invited candidates for the imperial examination were present, and all of them were ignorant. They all praised him: "The governor is devoted to the people and should be a model for scholars."
The governor could hear the flattery and laughed: "You can't say that. Since you are late, I will punish myself with a drink."
He had indeed just come from the political hall. If he was late for a banquet of his subordinates, he would just smile. But these thirty new candidates have a bright future and it was their first time to meet after the results were announced. However, they had to give some face and exchange a few words.
Let's start the banquet. For most people who come from prominent families in various counties, this banquet with food and wine is very simple, but this is the "Qinglou Banquet" that is reserved for Yingzhou City every three years. The meal is not important, but the reputation is more important.
But Ye Qing has always been particular about eating banquets, and he has a habit of not paying attention to Xu.
Here is a joke:
When two people met, A talked about how bad the food was at the Qinglou Banquet in the 15th year of Pingjing's reign, and how unattractive the official prostitutes were.
B was shocked: "In the 15th year of Pingjing? A certain person was also present, why didn't he recognize his brother?"
After looking at the other person carefully, he suddenly realized: "Aren't you the one who kept lowering his head to eat the turtle during the banquet?"
This is actually a roundabout way of mocking the "country bumpkins" who come from small counties.
At this time, Ye Qing remembered it and smiled: "Then I will just concentrate on being a country turtle!"
Thinking of this old incident, I glanced around and saw that each of them had eaten a few chopsticks, and then returned to being reserved. In fact, this Qinglou Banquet was not a special banquet.
Ye Qingke——, taste it carefully. To be honest, there really is a turtle. I ate a piece carefully and felt that the taste was quite good. How could it be said that it was unpalatable?
Except for Ye Qing, only the Governor really didn't bother to have a dinner. At this time, he used it on the top and invited everyone to taste it. No one would be ignorant. As long as the Governor raised his head from above, the chopsticks would move below. But
As soon as he lowered his head, everything stopped, even Yu Fan, who was usually cheerful and suave, had a "loss of appetite" look on his face.
Ye Qing almost laughed out loud: "So pretentious? Why bother."
This atmosphere was maintained until the food and drinks were removed, and many girls in gauze came up to dance in the arena. These prostitutes specially invited from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion had spent a lot of money to train and train them, and finally enlivened the scene.
At this moment, it was Ye Qing's turn to be bored. No matter how beautiful she was, could she be compared to Qianqian at home? Even in terms of her charming figure, Jiang Zinan was far better than these.