The twelfth chapter weak woman turns her face and rejects old love, old man becomes young
Yinxiang seemed to have been hit hard by someone. He stood blankly in the empty lobby of the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, his thoughts as chaotic as a ball of numbness. His face was pale, and he walked out of the lobby. A gust of breeze blew, and Yinxiang felt faint.
The burnt forehead felt a little better, and the government officials in the courtyard were all looking at him blankly. Shi Shilun and You Mingtang were standing under the east corridor. Seeing him coming, when he came up to speak, Yinxiang waved his hand to stop and said: "What?
Needless to say, the treasury and accounts have been sealed and recorded, and submitted to the Holy Emperor for inspection. If you have any questions, you can come to my house and ask. I will never go back on what I have said. You believe that the Thirteenth Master has this heart.
"After that, I don't know where the energy came from, Teng Teng and others quickly walked out of the Hubu Yimen, shouting sternly: "Ma—where's my horse!"
Yinxiang galloped on his horse and whip, rushed to Xihua Gate, and immediately asked Kangxi to see him. The young eunuch Wang Gou came out and replied: "Long live the Lord has left the palace after breakfast, Lord Wu is accompanying him. Thirteenth Lord will be tomorrow."
Please see me again." After hearing this, Yinxiang turned around and left, but stopped and asked: "Are you serving in the Yangxin Palace? Long live the prince's invitation today?"
"I haven't seen the crown prince, please come see me!" Wang Gou saw that Yin Xiang looked strange and said in surprise, "I heard that Master Long Live went out with Mr. Wu after meeting him."
Yinxiang already understood that Yinreng did not ask for orders at all, and dealt with the affairs of the household department arbitrarily. After thinking for a long time, Yinxiang sighed and relaxed. He simply did not want to see Kangxi again. He drove away his entourage and came alone.
When we arrived at Fengchun Pavilion, we had one cup on the left and one cup on the right. We ate till Shen Mo Shi Pai came out so drunk that he even forgot to ride the horse and walked back with one foot high and one foot low. Just as they passed Xuanwu Gate, Yinxiang heard
There was a sound of silk and bamboo coming from the root of the inner city wall. When I looked at it with drunken eyes, I saw the dazzling white walls along the street. There were black plaques with gold characters on the red painted gates, and the four characters "Taibai Wind Festival" in big letters. There were neat couplets on both sides of the door.
regular script:
Drinking heavily and swallowing whales is originally a legacy of generosity from Yan and Zhao
Pouring lightly and singing in a low voice, Yiduo Wu Yue's suave and elegant tune
Yinxiang burped, and couldn't help but smile to himself: "It's really a lucky move, and I came to the Immortal Building where Bago teaches karaoke!" As he was wandering around, he heard someone shouting:
"Isn't that Master Thirteen?"
When Yinxiang turned around to look, it was the bastard boss of the original Banxianlou brothel who came from afar with a smile on his face. While saying hello, he said: "You old man hasn't been here for a while, and Sister Lan is going crazy with anxiety...
…Oh my, I don’t even think about tea or rice, I just frown and trance, I’m afraid I’m not talking about my father!” As he said that, he led Yinxiang upstairs and shouted: “It’s from the Wu family!
The Thirteenth Master is here, tell the big teapot to prepare some sobering soup, and ask Sister Lan to prepare a song for him?"
"Why - uh! The Eighth Master's troupe is still accepting guests?" Yinxiang suddenly remembered the blank document. Suddenly he heard the clanging of the pipa and the melodious singing upstairs, and Alan was playing and singing, so he sneered and said: "You are carrying this
Master Ba, have you made enough of your living by using his troupe to attract business?" "Don't worry!" Bastard hurriedly smiled and said, "How dare you, a villain! It's our boss, Boss Ren, who is here. Boss Ren said last time
, since the Thirteenth Master has fallen in love with Miss Lan, he has to go back to the Eighth Master Ming Dynasty and simply send the Thirteenth Master away and find another girl to take over. Don’t worry, Sister Lan is a virgin and no one dares to offend her!"
Yinxiang sat down carelessly, drunk, took off his boots, put his feet up on the table support, laughed and cursed: "Your mother talks too much! Go in and tell Ren to ask Alan to come over, I have
It’s important!”
The bastard Nuonuo left in succession. Yinxiang was the only one in the big room. The wine made his heart beat wildly. Because he felt too hot, he got up and pushed open the window. Seeing the swaying bamboo trees outside the window, the wind tailing the wind, and the greenery, he couldn't help but
I sighed deeply. Just when I was helpless, the music started playing next door again, and it was Alan who was still playing and singing:
... I can't wait for the bright moon to step on the green moss at the same time, and I can't hear the soft words to relieve my dull heart. The jiaotong'er is out of tune, the jade mirror is dusty, and the soft intestine is hard to open after twists and turns! Ask God, when will the sun shine?
Come out? Only Suoluo Xiao wears his body and endures it patiently...
Faintly, someone could be heard clapping, shouting, and laughing. Yinxiang was anxious, and he put on his boots and was about to rush over, but there was no sound. After a while, he only heard the sound of footsteps, the curtain moved, and Alan was holding the pipa in his arms.
He moved into the house, squatted deeply towards Yinxiang from a distance, and said:
"...Master Ji'an..." [Note 1]
When Yinxiang looked up and down, Alan's figure became more and more elegant. He was wearing an azure rokan, with a lotus-colored pleated skirt covering her feet. Her sideburns were cut with a knife, and her features were picturesque under her fluffy bangs, but her face looked a little pale.
"It doesn't matter if you just say it's auspicious. If it's auspicious, it's naturally auspicious. If it's not, it's still unlucky." For some reason, Yinxiang always feels relaxed every time he sees Alan. He puts aside all his worries and pulls her to sit down next to him.
, smiled and said: "You look so bad, are you tired? - I didn't come here to listen to music today. I spent a lot of energy and finally got what I wanted. You see -"
"Master!" Alan cut off Yinxiang's words, glanced at the door, and said softly: "Don't worry about tiring me, I'm in a good mood - even if you don't want to listen, I have to sing for you today.
...The best - you have to pay attention, you are so drunk and confused right now, I'm really afraid that you can't listen to your heart..."
Yinxiang laughed loudly and said: "I'm a born sinner. I just love to eat your romantic sugar cane sticks. It doesn't matter if you pour water on me, let alone listen to music? You can sing if you want, I'm listening!"
"Yes." Alan responded softly, bowed his head and lowered his eyes, tuned the strings, and touched the strings with his five fingers like peeling onions, and the cold and melancholy sound of the pipa sounded, and he sang:
When the king and his grandson return, they cannot stay in the mountains for long! Not to mention the body-destroying sex, the sex-destroying wine, the pink skulls, the dreamy brothels - just the setting sun maples on the mountains, the secluded wild vines, and how many blood-sucking jackals and tigers lurk!
Zhang Luo catches birds, teeth are hidden, waiting for the big rat!... Go back, go back! When the three suns are in full bloom next spring, please brush the willows in Guangling again, and don't worry about Yanbo Lake...
After singing, I bent down and bowed my head for a few times, and my whole body was shaking!
Yinxiang couldn't hear the overtone. He only felt that Alan's voice was trembling and her appearance was different. He thought she was really sick. He stepped forward and touched her forehead. It was not hot. After a long time, he pondered: "Maybe she is frightened."
"Tomorrow I'll ask an imperial doctor to come and take a look at you. Let me tell you today - I got the paperwork for you! From today on, you can relax and learn to be the eldest aunt under my banner!" Wan
Unexpectedly, Alan heard this, pushed Yinxiang away, and said with a cold face: "I'm not sick, you don't have to worry so much! Thirteenth Master, you are a person of status, you want to listen to a piece of music or something
, I dare not disobey. What does it mean to talk about other people?" Yinxiang couldn't help being startled and said hurriedly: "Are you kidding me?"
"Who dares to joke with me?" Alan said sternly, "I already have a family, and I joined Ba Ye's troupe just to pay off my debt. We agreed to let me go south in two years. No matter what, all princes will
Do you want to steal someone's wife?"
It was as if a basin of cold water had poured down on Yinxiang, chilling him from head to heel. The muscles on his face twitched sharply for a few times. Just as he was about to speak, Ren Boan came in with a smile, glanced at Alan, leaned over and kowtowed to Yinxiang, and said:
"The villain Ren Bo'an pays his respects to the Thirteenth Master!"
"Yeah." Yinxiang sat still, Alan suddenly turned his back, and he still couldn't come to his senses. He had been in the Ministry of Revenue for two years, and he often talked about this "Old Ren" in his spare time. He was already familiar with it, but this was the first time.
When they met and looked around, they saw that Ren Bo'an was in his fifties, with a chubby face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with only a slightly swollen eye. Yinxiang was a little confused about how such a piece of material could have such great supernatural powers, and could enter and exit the six yamen freely.
, tell me what to do! After thinking about it, I asked: "Are you the famous Ren Bo'an who can't be strangled to death? How much money should Alan be worth? You tell me the number, I want this person!"
"Look where you are going?" Ren Bo'an stood up and said with a smile, "A nobleman like me has no place to flatter you! I don't dare to ask for money. Even if you are a villain, you should respect the Thirteenth Master. Now you
Just take her away. If Bo An frowns, he is not a man!" Yinxiang leaned up and said: "Who in Beijing doesn't know Master Thirteen? I never take advantage of anyone, and no one else wants to take advantage of me.
The light. Public buying and selling, you name it!" Ren Bo'an bowed hurriedly and said with a smile: "When I mentioned this, I didn't dare to reply. Alan's net worth is twenty taels, plus
It’s just a reward of one hundred taels for the tuition, meals, and clothing expenses..."
While the two were talking, Alan intervened and said, "The surname is Ren! Think about it carefully, did I sell it to you with a straw label? The Wenqi is still kept at my house! Teaching and singing are our Lehu roots.
Okay, we have our rules! Do you want to sell if you want? - Thirteenth Master, I tell the truth, if you want to listen to music, come at any time, I will wait for you at any time. If you want to buy me into your house, you can't! I also pointed out that
I'm going home after two years of singing opera!" "You can do it even if you don't!" Ren Bo'an suddenly darkened his face. At this moment, Yinxiang saw the true face of this man clearly, "Don't say he is in the capital, he is
In Suzhou, there are 147 Lehu households. Who dares not to buy into Lao Ren's account?" Alan sighed and said, "I dare! I won't allow you to sell me! If my aunt doesn't want to, what are you going to do? Tell me something.
I listen!"
"Come on!" Yinxiang stood up suddenly, pushed the chair away, and said fiercely, "You are so shameless! No wonder the second brother said that prostitutes are not allowed to mess with those monsters - I am blind and I recognized you in vain.
It's over!" After saying that, he lifted the curtain and walked down the stairs. He heard a crisp slap from above, and then heard a person fall on the floor. Yinxiang secretly gnashed his teeth and said: "Bitch!
Bones - you deserve it!" Seeing housekeeper Zhao Fuxing come in, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"Good thing!" Zhao Fuxing said with a smile, "Master Qi is having a treat at Chunxiang Residence, and he's asking his servants to deliver the post! He said that the chef he specially summoned from Yangzhou will be very happy to eat it!"
Kangxi didn't know about the dispute between his sons at the Ministry of Revenue. After breakfast, he called Wu Dan. The master and servant changed into plain clothes and went out to visit the palace. As soon as they left Xihua Gate, they saw Tong Guowei and Ma Qi.
The other two followed him out. Seeing that they were both in plain clothes, Kangxi laughed and said, "Wu Dan, no luck! These two slaves are targeting us. We can't be free even for a moment. I've always heard that Bai Yun
Zhang Deming, the abbot of Guanxin, is very knowledgeable. How about we go as pilgrims and see what his spiritual skills are?"
"Master!" Ma Qi has always hated Buddhas and Taoists, and did not want the emperor to mess with these people. Furthermore, Baiyun Temple is outside the Xibian Gate and is sparsely populated. He is weak and Wu Dan is old. How can he make a mistake? Yin said with a smile: "
It's a long way, walking is too tiring, and riding a horse or a sedan is too eye-catching. You just want to go out for a change, and you have to go to a lively place. Why not take a stroll outside Zhengyang Gate, come back early in the afternoon, and take a nap, Prince
The performance box over there has also been turned around." Wu Dan said with a smile: "It's lively. When I entered the palace just now, I saw a notice posted over there saying that people will be killed today. I'm afraid that the master's good mood will be defeated."
"What are you afraid of killing people!" Kangxi laughed loudly, "You are a thief, you have killed many innocent people! Now that you have become the governor of Guangdong, are you afraid of killing people? You don't even care about killing these evil people.
Dare you look? Let's go to Zhengyangmen!" After that, he walked away, and a few people had to follow. Kangxi said as he walked: "It has been peaceful for a long time, and people are afraid of seeing blood - there is another joke, last time it was smooth
Yinge performed "The Guillotine". As soon as the guillotine went down, red water flowed all over the stage. Yinreng's concubine Shi was so frightened that she fainted. Yinreng was also frightened out of her mind. I - I reprimanded him at that time!
I started killing people when I was eight years old, and chopped off a lot more when I was fifteen years old. I went on a killing spree in the Western Expedition, and the heads rolled all over the ground, and that’s why we have today’s peaceful world. If a coward like him comes out again, people like Ao Zhongtang will appear again.
, what should he do Yinreng?"
The group of people chatted and laughed and arrived at the south of Zhengyangmen. This place is very different from the early years of Kangxi. The streets and alleys are crisscrossed and crowded with people. If you are not careful, you will step on other people's shoes. The Dalang Temple is new along the street.
Shops. There are old clothes shops, pawn shops, silk and satin shops, porcelain shops, powder shops, oil shops, dyeing shops, coffin shops, teahouses, and hotels. The guise raised with bamboo poles stretches all the way to the street. There are street vendors selling vegetables, oil cakes, and siomai.
, wontons, flatbreads, dumplings and snacks were lined up densely. The narrow street was even more crowded. There were loud and low voices from far and near, people laughing and cursing... Compared to the Forbidden City, which is as quiet as an ancient temple,
It is indeed a different world.
Several people guarded Kangxi closely. Kangxi watched a variety of plays for a while, then stood at the Sifutang teahouse next to Guandi Temple, listened to Chen Tiezui's story, ate a bunch of candied haws, and bought a poem called "Poetry".
He took rubbings of "Bamboo Pictures" and said enthusiastically: "This is not far from Liulichang. Let's go to the book market and see if we can get Dong Xiangguang's calligraphy and paintings." After saying that, he squeezed out the crowd. As soon as he left Sifu Hall, he saw the distance.
There was a crowd of people in the area, holding spiritual flags and carrying coffins. Ma Qi put up a pergola to watch, and said in surprise: "This family has a funeral, but there is no sounder - it doesn't look like a small family!"
"Of course not a small household!" Kangxi looked at the mourning flag and said with a smile, "Ma Qi is also a nerd. This is the family of Qiu Yunsheng who is going to be killed today, and they are preparing to collect his body. No one is dead at this time. Naturally, there will be no sound.
Musical instrument - hum! A sixty-year-old old coffin man raped a sixteen-year-old daughter of a tenant farmer and forced the girl to commit suicide with scissors - if his wife hadn't been jealous and scolded him, this case might not have been solved yet!"
Only then did Tong Guowei remember that Ma Qifu had voted for Qiu Yunsheng to be sentenced to death, and he sighed: "It's a pity that this woman committed suicide after being ruined. Otherwise, the Ministry of Rites would have reported a martyrdom, and she would have been qualified."
While he was talking, an ox cart carrying a cage had already arrived. Yin Longkodo of Shuntian Prefecture was the prison officer, riding a horse with his head held high. The master of punishment at the back was holding a scarlet arrow. Two lines of soldiers were in front pushing the onlookers to clear the way for the execution procession.
The two executioners in front of the bullock cart, their faces flushed with alcohol, one with a ghost-head knife slanted across his back and the other with a death flag in his hand, walked slowly along with the bullock cart. People first made excited noises, and then started whispering, and the atmosphere
He became nervous, and many people rushed to the food market entrance to the west to occupy space. Kangxi glanced at the execution team indifferently, and was about to squeeze out the crowd to Liulichang, but was grabbed by Wu Dan and said: "Master, please wait a moment."
Wait, wait until there are less people before leaving." Tong Guowei, who was standing next to him, exclaimed: "Ah! Why is the prisoner so young?"
"Really!" Kangxi couldn't help being surprised when he saw it: This prisoner doesn't look like a sixty-year-old "coffin man"? He is at most a man of about thirty years old, with his head and hands clamped outside the prison car, and a thick
The black pigtails trailed behind, but there was no fear on his face. He closed his eyes and looked resigned. Kangxi was worried that he was wrong, so he looked at the death card again. It was absolutely true. It read clearly: "Behead the traitor in Shuntian Mansion."
Qiu Yunsheng is the murderer!" Kangxi was speechless and glanced at Ma Qi and Tong Guowei with cold eyes.
Ma Qi and Tong Guowei were so frightened that they were dumbfounded, and their faces turned ashen. Longkodo, who was executed in prison, was Tong Guowei's distant nephew. Knowing that they were closely related, Tong Guowei took a long while to say indifferently: "God, what is going on? Wan - Master, please forgive me."
Wait a minute, I’ll go ask!”
"Huh?" Kangxi's face was as cold as a stone peak. He gritted his teeth and said softly, "What are you busy with? Let's go to Caishikou to have a look."
Caishikou is already crowded with people, with three floors inside and three floors outside. The execution ground is as airtight as an iron barrel. Several shops next to the execution ground are all high-rise buildings. At this time, the prices are extremely high. Only two taels of silver can enter the door. You are not a wealthy family.
Who paid this unjust amount of money to watch the fun? The four of them squeezed and squeezed, sweating all over, before they got Kangxi to the door of the shop. Wu Dan paid ten taels of silver and one piece of silver to get in, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
He went upstairs with a sullen face and sat down in front of the street window in a private room without saying a word. Ma Qi, Tong and Wu stood opposite. They looked at the execution place for a while, and then looked at Kangxi with a livid face.
I didn't dare to speak, my heart was pounding.
As soon as the prisoner arrived, the slaves opened the prison car with a click, took the prisoner out, dragged him to the stake and tied him tightly. The prison officer Longkodo walked out of the reed shed, raised his seat, and read out the prison sentence aloud.
When Kangxi patiently listened to Qiu Yunsheng's crime statement, he found that the plot was correct. He only changed his age from sixty to twenty-nine. There was no doubt that someone had done something big in this case! Tong Guowei and Ma Qi felt like they were in trouble.
The ant on the pot saw that Kangxi was silent and murmured several times without daring to make a sound. Just as he was doing nothing, he saw Long Keduo ordering someone to reward the prisoner with death wine. Suddenly he heard the audience shouting:
"Hey! You pustule, why are you silent?"
"Sing one for us!"
"Hey," someone said, "it's tasteless, he's a mute!"
After drinking the wine, the prisoner's face turned red with excitement. He raised his neck on the stake and shouted, "Your father is the mute! I'm too lazy to talk!"
"Okay!" People immediately burst into laughter and cheered: "One more sentence!"
"If you say it again, just say it again!" the prisoner yelled again, "it takes twenty years to come back, and one hundred years means death. If you die early, you will be born early, and if you die late, you will not have a filial son!"
There was another burst of noise from the people, and there was a chorus of cheers.
It was nearly noon, and the early autumn sun slowly and feebly crept to the south, shining soft sunlight on the murderous execution ground. Longkodo took out the watch in his arms and looked at it, then stood up and asked the emperor for the crime of execution.
, bowed in vain, took the death card, painted it with a cinnabar red pen without hesitation, and shouted: "Noon has arrived, executioner!"
"exist!"
"Execution!"
"twitter!"
[Note 1] "An" avoids the taboo "Xiang". (To be continued)
