Seeing that the young man with the snake staff did not refuse, the retainer was very satisfied.
The two girls also breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, although Jiang Yaoshi's martial arts cultivation is low and he is an outsider with no background, he is young and handsome, so he is considered a good candidate.
Well, it shouldn't taste bad.
"Ming Xi, Qingchen, you two will be Jiang Yaoling's Taoist companions and assistants from now on. You must take good care of Jiang Yaoling's housework, assist him in studying medicine and practicing martial arts. You must also study hard and practice hard to share Jiang Yaoling's worries, but do you understand?"
The retainer ordered.
Ming Xi and Qing Chen saluted together: "No."
They are all the daughters of Hanshi (poor warriors). Although they are martial arts practitioners and are much nobler than ordinary people, they are also from the lowest level in martial arts.
Because of their outstanding beauty, they were selected into the emperor's palace and became "flower envoys". In fact, they were playthings used by the Qing clan to attract talents. A few of them also had special missions to infiltrate other martial arts clans.
There are hundreds of "beauties" like them in the palace, who have been carefully trained and divided into three levels according to their cultivation level. As warriors, the two of them are actually in the third level.
The palace not only raises beauties, but also beautiful men. Those handsome men are also from humble backgrounds. They entered the palace to become "Qing Lang" because they did not want to become casual cultivators.
The so-called Qing Lang has the same mission as the Huarong Envoy, except that the service targets are mainly women, and a small number of people may also sneak into other martial arts clans. There are more than a hundred Qing Lang raised by the monarch.
The two women are now sharing Jiang Yao, which can be regarded as "having a destination."
Ming Xi and Qing Chen left Jun's Mansion with Jiang Yao and walked less than ten miles before arriving at a refined and elegant courtyard.
There are three words inscribed on the gate of the courtyard: Yaolingfu.
It sounds like a yamen, but in fact it is not a yamen. There is no subordinate organization. It is simply the cave of Yaoring.
All Wu clans have no real yamen under their command, and their management is very extensive and simple.
Often a retainer would be responsible for the functions of an official yamen. There would be no official office, no staff, no government office, and of course no yamen promotion.
In Jiang Yao's view, this management system lags far behind that of ancient China. It is more like tribal politics on the grasslands. The so-called feudal lord is more like a tribal leader than a prince.
The clan leader's team of retainers is by no means as sophisticated and rigorous as the monarch's court, and the system is as impressive as the one in the prairie tribe's tent.
The only place with a relatively complete and sound system is the military.
If you think about it, you can actually understand it. In this world where force is respected, big and small forces are accustomed to the law of violence. Of course, they will not pay attention to system construction, nor do they think that institutional civilization can help strive for hegemony.
What they care about can always only be resources and force.
Just like the Huns and Vultures, including the early Khitans and Mongols, they were not ignorant and incompetent peoples, but their systems were very crude and simple.
The Khan's restraint on his noble ministers could not be compared with the monarchs of the Central Plains Dynasty.
This is also a good thing for Jiang Yao. At least he has greater freedom. As long as he doesn't betray the Qing clan, he doesn't have to worry about accompanying the emperor like a tiger, let alone being as trembling as "I, the Qing Dynasty"
To be a slave.
"Mr. Zhongda, the cave has arrived. Please open the gate." Qingchen, who was wearing a pink shirt and a bun, said with a gentle expression.
Jiang Yao took out the array key and created an array pattern. He felt a click in his mind, and a green door appeared out of thin air.
Several people entered the main entrance together, then opened the courtyard door and entered the cave.
A strong vitality mixed with the breath of spiritual grass came to his face. Jiang Yao suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and the pores all over his body opened in comfort.
There are only a few buildings in the cave, either the elegant jingshe painted hall, the grand mansion where the main hall is located, or the thatched cottages with scattered flowers and trees, interspersed with waterside pavilions and pavilions.
What's more, the green mountains are charming, the green water is flowing, the clouds are like ribbons, and the smoke is wrapped around the flowers and trees, just like a picture scroll. It is an elegant place like a paradise. It makes people forget the world after seeing it.
These are not the main points. The main point is a large medicinal garden at the foot of the hill and beside the small lake!
The medicine garden occupies an area of one mile, and is planted with various kinds of spiritual herbs. A cloud of spiritual energy like sunset forms above it, lingering in the breeze, making it picturesque and poetic.
This is the Yaoling Garden, one of the four major medicinal gardens of the Qing clan. It is under the jurisdiction of Yaoling himself, and it is also the only large medicinal garden that is not in the Jun's Mansion.
When Jiang Yao saw this cave, he was very satisfied. He couldn't help but chant with pride:
"My mountains and rivers are free in the sky, and the grasses, trees, and herbs produce smoke. A hole in one corner is blessed with a whole world, and a cloud in one eye is a youth. I have little talent and cannot bear the kindness of the king. I cry in the spring breeze and the cuckoos weep. Love has a great green light shining on the vast area. This is
My heart is always in the bright moon."
After chanting, he sighed to himself: "I have just arrived and have not made any achievements. How can my lord be so kind to me? I am ashamed, I am ashamed."
He had Yu Kuan in his pocket on his back and couldn't help but retract his head when he heard the words, cursing crazily in his heart.
Qingchen and Mingxi, however, their eyes lit up when they heard this.
The eight sentences recited by Mr. Zhongda are so strange, but they sound catchy and indescribably beautiful. I have never heard such words before, and it is really novel.
What's even more rare is that Mr. Zhongda's words reveal his gratitude to his lord. This is the most important thing. It seems that he will be loyal to his lord.
That's good.
As long as he is loyal, there is no need for them to be embarrassed, and everything will be easy for everyone.
They don't know poetry and songs, but they can feel the beauty and movingness of this kind of diction.
This Mr. Zhongda is really different.
Maybe it will taste better.
Unlike some sisters who become Taoist companions of some "old people", the other party does not understand the style, the words are tasteless, and it is extremely unpleasant.
"Mr. Zhongda, there are hundreds of mortal medicine slaves in this medicine garden. Do you want them to come over and pay their respects?" Ming Xi, a sweet-looking girl with a bun in a bun, asked.
Jiang Yao shook his head: "No need, just let them continue catching insects."
The medicinal garden is rich in aura, and all kinds of spiritual insects emerge in endlessly. In order to keep the yield of the elixir from decreasing, we have to catch it every day. Of course, martial arts practitioners cannot do these things, so they can only recruit mortal slaves to do it.
Jiang Yao sympathizes with these medicine slaves. But he is sorry that he cannot help them now.
Jiang Yao walked around the cave with a radius of several miles to his satisfaction, and then came to his main hall, "Yao Ding Hall".
The Yaoding Hall is the tallest and most gorgeous building in the cave. It is not only a place for refining medicine, but also a place for hospitality and management.
Jiang Yao entered the spacious and beautiful Medicine Cauldron Hall. A middle-aged man in his forties immediately knelt down and said, "Slave Ji Wang, please pay homage to me!"
This middle-aged man has no cultivation and is just a mortal.
"Get up." Jiang Yao said calmly, put down his backpack and let Yu Kuan come out.
The girl Ming Xi looked at Ji Wang condescendingly: "Are you the steward here? This is the new Yao Ling Jiang Yaoshi, your new master."
Ji Wang immediately kowtowed to Jiang Yao with a loud banging sound, "Slave Ji Wang, pay homage to the Lord..."
"Okay, get up and talk." Jiang Yao frowned slightly. He really didn't like mortals kowtowing to him.
Ji Wang then climbed up tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.
"Ji Wang, the little lady is hungry, go and prepare some good food for the little lady to eat." Jiang Yao touched Yu Kan's head.
"Nono..." Ji Wang secretly glanced at Yu Yan and agreed hastily.
"Brother," Yu Kan's milky voice sounded, "I want to eat grilled fish."
Jiang Yao nodded, "Ji Wang, do you have any grilled fish?"
"Come back, my lord!" Ji Wang was no longer so nervous. He felt that this new lord was much gentler and more approachable than the previous one.
"Forget it." Qingchen said, "I will catch and bake it myself. From now on, I will be personally responsible for the little lady's food. The food made by these mortals is not clean."
Yu Kuan smiled at her and said, "Sister is so kind."
But in her heart, she said something else: "Who wants to eat what you cook? You are even more unclean! Get out!"