"Go and report to the magistrate!" Wang Shouyi of Baihu pointed at a soldier at random and asked him to report, and he ran up to the city tower.
"Let's go directly to the prefect's Yamen!" Gu Chengyu frowned. It seemed that he had to ask the prefect to send someone to call for reinforcements.
"Yes!" The war was about to break out. Both Ming Yan and Ming Mo's hearts sank, and their faces were full of solemn expressions.
The shops on the street were closed one after another. They thought they had heard the news, no matter it was true or false, and they were afraid to avoid it. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, making it look very desolate.
Within a quarter of an hour, Gu Chengyu and the others arrived at the magistrate's Yamen. He ordered Ming Mo to deliver the post to the corner gate of the Magistrate's Yamen.
"Dong dong dong!" Ming Mo was a little anxious and stepped forward to slam the door hard.
"Coming, coming!" A burst of urgent footsteps came, and the corner door was opened from the inside.
"Who are you?" The concierge looked at Ming Mo and saw that he was unfamiliar, but Ming Mo was well-dressed and he did not dare to be too negligent.
"I'm here to submit a greeting card for my lord." Ming Mo handed over the greeting card. Logically speaking, they showed the greeting card at the city gate, and the prefect should have received the news soon and come to greet them.
However, the current situation is a bit special. The enemy troops are attacking, so it is normal to ignore this matter.
The porter was a little confused, glanced at the carriage, and then took the post, "Who is your lord?"
"Master Gu Shaoqing, the supervisory censor sent by the imperial court!" Ming Mo frowned before replying.
"Then wait a moment, I'll report it right away!" After the concierge finished speaking, he slammed the door.
Ming Mo's face suddenly turned ugly. The concierge didn't invite them to wait in the outer courtyard. He even rejected them. Are there any rules anymore?
No matter how high-ranking an official is, he will never be able to shut him out if he monitors the royal family, unless he no longer wears the black gauze hat on his head.
"Manager Yang! It's not good, it's not good!" The concierge still had some winks at least, and he was about to rush in with the post. The supervisory censor sent by the capital should be a great official.
"Why are you so flustered? I didn't see that the adults are having a banquet at the moment. If you disturb the guests, can you bear it?"
Manager Yang from the outer courtyard immediately stepped forward and reprimanded the concierge for this indifferent person. Your Excellency had previously ordered that today's banquet was very important and that he and his guests must not be disturbed.
If an adult hears such a noise, he will inevitably be punished severely.
"Manager Yang, a post came from outside the government office saying yes."
The concierge hurriedly handed over the greeting card with a grimace on his face. Unexpectedly, Manager Yang grabbed the greeting card without looking at it and waved to the concierge impatiently.
"I receive so many posts every day. Didn't I tell you to deal with them together in the evening?"
Manager Yang rolled his eyes. Your Excellency has already warned him not to disturb his banquet today. If he disturbs him at this time, he will be digging his own grave.
Besides, no matter how important the post is, it is usually delivered a few days in advance so that you can read it in the evening, which is totally time-free.
"But that's a high official from the capital."
The concierge looked at Manager Yang who had disappeared from sight and was troubled, what should he do?
Gu Chengyu sat in the carriage and waited for a cup of tea. The faces of Ming Mo and Ming Yan outside the carriage were extremely ugly.
"Knock on the door again!" Ming Yan said in a deep voice. He glanced at the silent carriage, feeling helpless in his heart.
These people just bully the young adults. Because of their age, how much harm have you suffered? This prefect dares to treat you so indifferently. He is really asking for trouble.
The adults never care about some small things, but if they make the adults angry, there will be no good results. Ming Yan lit a candle in his heart for the prefect, who always had a smile on his face, but he held a grudge in his heart!
"Dong dong dong!" Ming Mo banged the door vigorously. Did the concierge go to the capital to ask for instructions? He hasn't come back for so long?
The concierge was worried for a while, and then heard the knock on the door again. He thought about it and felt that it was not his fault. Anyway, he had already handed in the post, so he had completed his task.
After thinking about it, the concierge opened the door calmly.
"Come on, come on! You don't have to be polite, let's have a drink together!"
In the backyard of the magistrate, Magistrate Qiu's face was red with wine. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the guests in front of him, and then looked at the dancing girl who was dancing gracefully. He felt happy in his heart!
"This is Juxianglou's Zui Chunhua, right? It's rare for us to drink such a precious wine!"
A man in rich clothes took a sip of the wine in front of him. The wine went into his throat, and a sweet fragrance spread across his tongue. The sweet fragrance was pure and soft, which was simply unforgettable.
"It's true that a lot of money can't buy Zui Chunhua! Good wine!"
"This wine was hard for me to get. I only sell twenty jars of it a year. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's hard to buy for a thousand gold!" Magistrate Qiu had a smug look on his face, with a pair of small eyes that accentuated his face that was slightly distorted by his smile.
It feels a bit obscene.
"Sir, you don't know! Ever since the Juxiang Building opened at the border, we have watched it make money every day, and we really feel bad about it!"
The man who spoke also had two restaurants in his house. In the past, Juxiang Restaurant was only opened in wealthy places, so it had nothing to do with them.
But after Juxianglou suddenly opened a branch at the border gate the year before last, their restaurant's business plummeted.
"Who says it's not the case! This Juxiang Tower is really greedy, and we are almost driven to the point of death! I don't know which Bodhisattva is supporting us behind the scenes, and we can't move. No matter how anxious we are, we can only stare."
Another rich man in brocade clothes was also very dissatisfied when he talked about this. He also owned a restaurant. His business was good before and he made a lot of profits. But since the opening of Juxiang Tower, his restaurant can no longer sustain itself.
In the end, it was forced to close its doors.
"Hey! Haven't you seen it yet? The prince of Fengqing Mansion takes good care of Juxiang Tower. Prince Jing is not easy to mess with, so you should be more knowledgeable!"
Magistrate Qiu sneered. Do these people know who is behind Juxiang Tower? According to his guess, Juxiang Tower is the property of that prince. Otherwise, why would the other party take such care?
"Alas! We don't care about this. We invite you here today because we have important matters to discuss! Everyone, to this day, aren't you still worried about your situation?"
Magistrate Qiu put his eyes on the wine glass, but in his heart he was laughing at these people for not knowing they were about to die!
If it weren't for the money, why would he be so polite to these merchants? The one who wanted the money felt that it was really ugly to take it by force, so he handed the matter over to him.
It's enough for these people to know each other. If they don't, it's no wonder they don't know each other.
"Sir, where did you say that?" The man before was shocked when he heard this, and looked at each other, secretly thinking that it was indeed a Hongmen Banquet.
This old fox usually has the temper to pluck out his feathers, but today he not only entertained them, but also served them such fine wine. Isn't this just a plot against them?