Five hundred and fortieth chapters eventful autumn
Lu Wang didn't quite believe it. After all, the thief was crouching on the tree above their heads. To insist that it didn't matter was to make people suspicious.
If Lu Qian was here, he would probably ignore it, but Lu Wang was always careful and had to get to the bottom of it.
Yang Lin's heart moved, and he thought to himself that this family didn't look like thieves, so he said: "Forget it, it's important to go back."
At this time, the tent was opened, revealing a little head with moon-like eyebrows and a double bun. You could tell at a glance that it was a little maid.
"Uncle Wu, Madam asked what happened?"
"There are thieves here, ambushing this general, and they want to assassinate this general, but they kill him. Now they are suspicious of us... Isn't this suffering?"
Uncle Wu seemed to be reporting to his wife, but in fact he was complaining. No wonder they were the family members of civil servants, and of course they did not want to be questioned by military officers.
At this time, the curtain opened and a figure walked out.
The woman was wearing an aqua blue dress. The dress was a gauze shirt with large sleeves and a double-breasted collar. It had a small waist and a low-cut skirt. Her hair was tied into a pony bun, and a golden hairpin was still flashing on it.
A pretty face, bright eyes and white teeth, a beautiful complexion, a smile like the spring breeze blowing on your face, and a turn of your eyes that make you feel relaxed and happy.
Yang Lin secretly took a few glances and thought to himself that this is a generation of talented women. Sure enough, Huizhi is capable of making a beautiful heart. If she were ugly, it would be impossible to write those beautiful words.
"It turns out to be Yang Shaozai. I am from the Zhao Li family. I have met Shaozai."
Yang Lin felt very proud and asked: "I just heard they said they were members of Zhao Mingcheng's family. I must be seeing the famous layman Yi An from Bianliang. I have heard for a long time that the layman is beautiful, good at literature, and can calligraphy and painting. She is a talented woman in the world.
When I saw him today, he was indeed very pure and graceful, and he had the demeanor of a forest dweller."
Li Qingzhao has lived in Bianliang for a long time, so he has naturally met this famous celebrity several times. After all, Yang Lin has been in the limelight on many occasions. If Yang Lin and Cai Jing hadn't joined forces to stir up trouble in Bianliang City, her husband's family and her natal family
They are all still in Bianliang.
Li Qingzhao's father was a disciple of Han Qi, and he was the Duke who was knocked out of the position by Yang Lin. His father, Li Kefei, was not only a disciple of Han Qi, but also promoted by Su Shi. His background could be said to be quite bad, and he was promoted to Yuanyou early.
Party membership. Her father-in-law, Zhao Ting, was a very high-ranking official. He was held down and beaten by Cai Jing, who was at the top of his game. He was directly demoted from the Ministry of Personnel to the magistrate of Qingzhou. It can be said that he was demoted eight levels in a row.
Although Yang Lin felt good about himself, he really didn't have a good impression in Li Qingzhao's heart.
However, being praised so fiercely by a person of Yang Shaozai's status, Li Qingzhao was inevitably a little proud and blessed: "Young Master, you are so praised. Today, we are out of the city for an outing, and we never expected to encounter such a thief."
Yang Lin immediately waved his hand and said: "Since he is layman Yi An, he must have nothing to do with this matter. However, this place is extremely dangerous. We have just discovered a cult murder case. It is best for you to leave early."
Li Qingzhao nodded, began to instruct his servants to pack their bags, followed Yang Lin's bodyguard, and got up to return home.
In the carriage, the little maid stared and said, "Madam, is this Yang Shaozai?"
Li Qingzhao didn't know what he was thinking, so he nodded absently and said, "That's him. He doesn't seem to be as bad as he thought."
She knocked on the car, and Uncle Wu came over. Li Qingzhao opened the curtain and said: "Since it was Yang Shaozai who saved us, we can't lose our etiquette. When we return home, prepare some gifts and send them to someone."
Uncle Wu hesitated and said: "Madam, this person with a high position may not be able to be sent in..."
Li Qingzhao felt so embarrassed that he pinched his waist in the car, his cheeks turned red, and said sullenly: "How would you know if you don't send me away? I was obviously very polite just now, so don't judge others by yourself."
Wu Bo smiled in surprise and said, "I will send someone to see you off when my old servant returns."
When he arrived at the outskirts of Chang'an, Yang Lin didn't forget to turn around and say goodbye, and left after saying a few polite words.
Returning to the small courtyard, Yang Lin folded up the map in his hand and said: "Since the thief did not escape far, he must be hiding in the forest. He sent someone to call people from the Duwei Mansion. I want to eliminate this Maitreya cult."
Lu Wang clasped his fists and said yes. After turning around and leaving, Yang Lin sighed and muttered silently: "The wisdom of opening up the people is urgent. It's a pity that Cai Jing is not here, otherwise it would be great for us to join forces again and do a great cause. Search for Zhongying and Zhao Zhongying.
No one is better than Cai Jing..."
The idea is to think about it. If you invite that old guy Cai Jing back to Bianliang, many things may happen. That would be a time bomb.
When Yang Lin sighed, Old Man Zhu came in from outside and said, "Young Master, that Mrs. Zhao just now sent me a thank you gift."
"Oh? The gift from Master Yi An can be passed down to the family, and it will be a great cultural relic for future generations."
Old Man Zhu laughed a little and said, "Young Master, I'm afraid this won't work. Take a look at what I brought."
Yang Lin looked at it with a embarrassed expression. Li Qingzhao sent someone to bring some snacks. It was really uncivilized.
I tasted a piece and it was sweet but not greasy and melted in my mouth.
"I haven't tasted the Bianliang flavor for a while. Brothers, let's share some of it and eat it." Yang Lin said generously.
Old man Zhu carried the basket and walked out with a cheer. Yang Lin laughed dumbly and suddenly remembered.
Li Qingzhao and his wife are living in a tight situation. They are both artistic and like gold and stone antiques.
Not only did they set the goal of "exploring the vast expanse of the country to write all the ancient Chinese and rare calligraphy in the world", they also did not hesitate to "take off their clothes and trade" when they met famous calligraphers, painters, and rare artifacts from three generations. However, poverty limited their interest. Once, someone took a
They asked for 200,000 yuan for a "Peony Painting" by the Southern Tang painter Xu Xi. They stayed at home to admire it for two nights and couldn't put it down. However, they had no idea, so they reluctantly returned it.
, "The couple spends several days looking at each other in despair."
Nowadays, those who are hit by the party strife, and whose families are all officials who have lost power, are even more strapped. It is no wonder that gifts and snacks are given. Yang Lin couldn't help but smile softly.
At the beginning, he and Cai Jing joined forces to suppress dissidents, wipe out the old party in one fell swoop, and publish a monument to Yuanyou's traitorous party. They persuaded Zhao Ji to ban the children of Yuanyou's party members from living in Beijing;
Party descendants are married."
This young couple was kicked out at that time, and they were suppressed by me unintentionally. After all, at that time, gods such as Cai Jing, Yang Lin, Han Qi, Zeng Bu, and Liang Shicheng were fighting and causing trouble in the Tongting Temple.
Where can things be taken care of?
Sun Wukong made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and overturned the alchemy furnace. However, it was not until 500 years later that he discovered that he had created a mountain of flames, which had harmed the local people for more than 500 years.
Yang Lin casually called a few guards in and said: "The dead scholars not only need soldiers and horses to escort their bodies and transport them back to their hometown for a good burial, but also set up tombstones for them in Jinji Gorge. I want to personally...find the layman Yi An."
I will write inscriptions for them. In addition, I will look for a few authentic works by famous artists and send them to Zhao Mingcheng’s house as a return gift."
The guards took the order and left. Yang Lin was a little tired and sat down on the chair.
Several little Qiang girls, with bright eyebrows and very well-behaved people, were serving tea and squeezing their waists and beating their legs.
Following the male master in front of me, he is much better than in the tribe. He wears soft and exquisite clothes and jewelry that even the patriarch's wife does not have.
What's more important is that he is still young enough to be entrusted with a lifetime. He is just a bit too frivolous. He likes to dress up as a shepherd, let his seven sisters play with the lambs, and crawl around on the ground naked, which is really embarrassing.
Yang Lin had no intention of hanging out with these girls, and frowned while sipping tea.
The news of the plague in Yunnei has spread, causing people to panic. Many scholars had originally backed down, but this time the incident has dissuaded many people.
This move of mine has far-reaching significance, and it is best not to give up halfway.
The spread of the epidemic often makes people panic. People in neighboring places are even more afraid than those in the epidemic area. People spread the word of mouth and inevitably exaggerate the facts. In fact, Xu Shuwei and his people have basically controlled the epidemic.
spread.
This plague was purely caused by dead bodies soaked in floods, and it was the work of the Jurchens.
This autumn in Yunnei is truly a troubled one. I hope nothing else will go wrong...