Returning to Beijing is the biggest topic in Linzhou today.
In the palace, the officials and generals argued, the rich and powerful came and went to discuss things, and in the streets and streets there were arguments.
"....How to go? It's impossible for everyone to go. How far is it from Linzhou to the capital?"
"No matter how far it is, I will go. My home is in the capital. Even if I die, I will go back."
"Since you are not afraid of death, why did you run away? It would have been better if you had died in the capital."
"I'll kill you first so that you don't die on the road without anyone to bury you."
As people talked in the tea stalls on the street, people with hot tempers began to fight. Some were making noises, some were trying to stop fights, and some were being harassed and started fighting randomly. Now at this time, everyone is restless and flammable at the slightest moment.
The table Jiang An was sitting on was shaken by the impact. He picked up the tea tray with one hand and continued to eat the dried fruit with the other, smiling happily at the chaotic scene of the fight.
A servant crowded over and called Master An: "Mr. Liu is back and looking for you."
Jiang An laughed while eating: "Let him wait, I'm busy."
The man also sat down, pinched melon seeds from his plate, and looked at the fighting crowd: "How many times has this been fought today? Who won the fight in the morning, the one who bought vegetables or the one who replenished the pot?"
"The one who fills the pot wins." Jiang An replied with a smile and pulled the plate into his arms, "Don't eat mine, buy it yourself."
The servants screamed and came to grab it: "The fruit tea in Linzhou is so expensive. How can I afford it? I want to save money to marry a wife and have children."
Jiang An sighed: "I also want to marry a wife and have children."
The two of them were watching the excitement while fighting for it. Someone came over and called An Ye. After whispering something in his ear, Jiang An immediately put down the tea tray in his hand.
"Stop eating, the eldest master has something to do."
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Jiang An walked into the military tent and straightened his figure when he saw the young man sitting on the white tiger skin. This was the first time he stood in front of Li Mingyu since he came to Linzhou.
In my mind, that little kid already had the demeanor of a governor.
And when he stood in front of the emperor, he was younger than the governor.
The people in Linzhou were very arrogant. After he arrived, he only told Li Mingyu about the capital through the people around him. At this time, Li Mingyu actually came to the military camp to find him. There must be something important.
"You return to the capital immediately." Li Mingyu said, "The emperor wants Xiang Yun to go to the capital."
Jiang An was surprised: "What are you going to do?"
Li Mingyu said: "For the time being, I only found out that this is the secret spies of His Majesty Cui Zheng and Xiang Yun. I asked Xiang Yun, but he didn't tell me."
Jiang An said solemnly: "That's definitely not a good thing."
Li Mingyu said: "I will continue to inquire here. You can't do anything here. You can help more when you go back to your sister."
Jiang An is here as a follower of Mrs. Chu, and is bound everywhere.
Jiang An responded, looked at Li Mingyu and said softly: "Don't worry, Governor, no matter what happens, the eldest lady can handle it."
Li Mingyu smiled, stood up and saluted him: "My sister has uncles to help me, so I'm not worried at all."
Jiang An returned the gift with a smile: "Master, you should be more careful here."
Li Mingyu nodded and said to him happily: "Uncle Min is here too." Then he looked at the people around him and said, "Tell Uncle Min about this too."
The people around him said: "Master Min is busy with something, and I can't find him yet."
Li Min has always been erratic in Jiannan Road, and no one can control him except Li Fengan. He will report his whereabouts to Li Mingyu regularly, but he cannot control his whereabouts.
Li Mingyu said: "Then don't disturb him."
Jiang An shook his head: "What serious business can he have? The rouge and gouache over there are changed into different patterns to match the solar terms."
"That's his business." Li Mingyu said with a smile, "Uncle Yuanji told me that Uncle Min told his father that he did things when no one else did anything."
But now there are countless people working in Jiannan Road.
Jiang An said goodbye to Li Mingyu and returned to his residence. He was thinking about how to leave. Someone stopped him and said again: "Mr. Liu is looking for you."
Thinking that Liu Fan wanted to invite His Majesty back to the capital and rushed here in a hurry, which aroused the conspiracy of Emperor Xiang Yun and Cui Zheng, Jiang An didn't want to see him even more: "Just say that I am not here and busy serving the gentlemen in the capital.
Woolen cloth."
This time the servant grabbed him and said, "Mr. Liu is sick and says he is about to die."
Jiang An was startled: "Has he been robbed, or has he contracted an epidemic?"
Liu Fan has been running outside Linzhou these days, and Jiang An doesn't care about him. He only knows that he is running farther and farther away. Linzhou has a large population, but they all gather near the city. Other places are sparsely populated and thieves are rampant.
The servant hurriedly said: "I'm just pretending."
Jiang An almost choked, what is this Liu Fan doing!
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Liu Fan was lying on a cramped small bed in the inn. It was not that he lived in a shabby manner on purpose. The money Mrs. Chu gave him was enough to live in a small courtyard in the capital, but in Linzhou it could only be an ordinary guest room.
His face was sallow, his body exuded a putrid smell, and he seemed to be about to die.
"The face is stained and the body is stained with stinky tofu." The servant laughed, "I didn't expect Mr. Liu to have such ability. I was almost deceived."
Jiang An frowned and said, "What are you going to do? You have to pretend to be sick when you first come here. Isn't it too late now?"
Liu Fan said in a hoarse voice: "I want to go back to Beijing."
Jiang An was stunned for a moment: "Going back to Beijing? Is Your Majesty going back to Beijing?"
Liu Fandao: "I want to return to the capital by myself first. You can find a way to send me back immediately. I have already told Mr. Cui that I am sick and will die. I cannot wait until His Majesty returns to the capital. I want to do it before I die."
I apologize to Mrs. Chu."
Jiang Anhu asked: "Is this your new method to urge the emperor to return to Beijing?"
Liu Fan repeatedly requested to see him and asked when the court would return to Beijing, but Cui Zheng and the emperor never saw him and did not answer.
But this method won't work. How could Cui Zheng die with his eyes closed and immediately let the emperor set off? Even if he is Cui Zheng's father, he can't do it!
Sure enough, Cui Zheng didn't even see him after hearing the report: "Then let him go back first."
Although he didn't know what Liu Fan was planning, Jiang An, who was thinking about returning to Beijing, immediately followed his words and pulled Liu Fan away from Linzhou in two cars.
Under the quilt, only the face is exposed, and a car pulls the coffin...
"Who is this? He is very grand, carrying a coffin on the road."
"You didn't recognize him, he is the envoy of Mrs. Chu."
"Really? Why does your face look even more ghostly?"
"I heard that I was injured on the way here. I was holding on, but now I can't hold on anymore..."
"It's not bad that we have survived until now. You have forgotten that when we entered the city, there were many people holding spiritual tablets in their arms. They all died on the road."
"It's really scary. Madam Chu's envoy is actually so dangerous. How can we travel?"
"We can't leave Linzhou."
"I heard that His Majesty said he would not leave."
The discussion caused by the passing of Liu Fan's car was quickly replaced by the discussion about whether to return to Beijing or not. Whether Mrs. Chu's envoy died or not had nothing to do with them. Everyone was more concerned about their own life and death.
"If you are drunk today, it doesn't matter where you die tomorrow!"
A mad student shouted, holding up a drink and pushing his way through the crowd. He staggered drunkenly, and spilled the wine all over everyone, causing a lot of curses on the street. Some people wanted to beat the mad student, but they didn't.
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"My uncle's fists are not made of cotton." The handsome and gorgeously dressed Kuangsheng waved his fists and patted his long waist, "When my uncle redeems the sword, I will send you to the West with one sword."
The jade belt on his waist was spotted with spots, and all the gems originally adorned on it were gone. It seemed like the sword he was talking about was either lost or sold.
These rangers! They live a ridiculous life at all times.
The people on the street gave way, and he was drinking and singing and chanting poems while walking through the busy city and entered an alley. He stumbled and was drunk, but when a leg suddenly came across from under his feet, he steadily stopped his feet.
"Fuck..." he cursed, and was about to smash the wine bottle in his hand onto this leg. Only then did he gather his strength, and a green branch appeared on that leg, with a bowl-sized flower blooming on the branch.
My son, with a trembling smile...
His figure immediately tensed up, and he didn't spill any wine for fear of disturbing the flowers.
"Are these flowers pretty?" the person holding the flower branch asked.
Xiang Qiubeard shifted his gaze from the flowers to the people's faces, and said helplessly: "Uncle, are you finished?"