Hearing that the people outside were leaving, Xu Yue's slave got out from under the desk, blushing and stroking his chest, gasping for air.
Xu Yuenu had practiced martial arts and had very fast hands. She grabbed the culprit who just poked her forehead and asked like a curious baby: "Linlang, what is this?"
After being a monk for several months, Yang Lin could no longer bear it any longer. This grab instantly caused a fire to rise in his chest.
Xu Yuenu noticed that Ailang's eyes suddenly became a little scary, so she quickly let go of her hand and timidly said: "Just don't look at me. Why are you so stingy? I'm going to go back."
Yang Lin held her shoulders to prevent her from getting up, and then said: "Good moon, I'll let you see."——
In Bianliang, Tokyo, Cai Jing looked at the letter in his hand and frowned.
Next to him, Song Jiang didn't dare to breathe. Compared to ordinary petty officials, the Prime Minister was a figure in heaven.
"I heard that Wenyuan was ambushed by a traitor in Jeju Prefecture. How is it? It's nothing serious, right?"
"Thank you for your concern. My family just suffered some minor injuries and they have recovered."
Cai Jing hummed, and then picked up the letter again. This was already the third time he read it.
Yang Lin wants to form an army to protect the sea in Mizhou, and he also wants to call it the Long Live Battalion. This is already a clear plan to raise generals.
A few days ago, countless memorials came from the northwest, stating that Tong Guan was recruiting private soldiers locally, cultivating cronies, and had more than 10,000 people under his command. These people were paid by Tong Guan and had nothing to do with the imperial court. It can be said that he was
soldiers.
After so many years since the founding of the Song Dynasty, it has been reported to the current emperor that powerful ministers raising family generals are no longer news, but it seems that it is Yang Lin and Tong Guan who do so blatantly.
These two people found me at the same time and asked me to give advice to the emperor. They really thought highly of me.
Thinking of this, Cai Jing snorted coldly and said: "It's okay, just tell him to be more honest in Mizhou. The place is full of fish and dragons, and it's better to help him cover up than Bianliang's true self. Okay, the true self is gone, you guys go first
Back off."
Song Jiang hurriedly said: "Xiang Cai, I have an unkind invitation."
Cai Jing said dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter?"
"Suwen Cai Xiang's calligraphy is unparalleled in the world. He has a lot of money in his family. He is willing to pay 100,000 yuan for Cai Xiang's calligraphy."
Under Cai Jing's calm eyelids, he moved inadvertently, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said: "I think it's probably Yang Wenyuan who wants to buy it. Forget it, for the sake of my old friend in Yangzhou, I'll sell it to him once."
Song Jiang felt relieved. He didn't expect Cai Jing to do such a thing for 100,000 yuan. It seems that Yang Tiju was right. Bianliang is already dead.
After leaving the Cai Mansion holding four words, Song Jiang couldn't laugh or cry. Each of these four words was worth twenty-five thousand guan.
This is an amount that a well-off family cannot spend in a few lifetimes.
After leaving the gate of Cai Mansion, Hua Rong and Guan Sheng hurriedly gathered around him and asked, "Brother, how are you doing?"
Song Jiang smiled bitterly: "The matter is settled, let's go back and join Tiju now."
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Guan Sheng stroked his beard and asked, "Brother, what is this?"
"This is a word bought with one hundred thousand dollars."
The two people were immediately in awe. Hua Rong smiled and said, "Brother, let us also open our eyes."
"That's it, unfold it and let us get a taste of this wealth."
Song Jiang looked strange and slowly opened the cloth, only to see four big characters written on it: "This will not happen again."
This time they had no way out, because Yang Tiju had already started recruiting troops before they set off.
If you can't do this and go back, you will have to peel off two layers of skin. They all know how ruthless that young imperial envoy is.
The three of them finished their work and felt relaxed. Guan Sheng said: "Brother, it's hard for us to come to Bianliang, how can we leave without having a little fun? Now that all the things we asked for have been done, the brothers are relieved."
After we come down, it’s better to have fun in Bianliang before leaving.”
Hua Rong also echoed: "This is exactly the reason why we have never seen such wealth and prosperity in the poor mountains and rivers of Jeju."
Song Jiang looked hesitant, looked at the eyes of the two brothers, and said softly: "In that case, we will stay here for one more day and set off on time the day after tomorrow."
The three brothers put their arms around each other, hired a carriage, and headed for the Imperial Street in Bianliang.
Yang Lin was very generous to them, and the money he brought with him was not used up at all. These few people also had a penny to spend, so they decided to go to Fanlou to have a drink.
As the most famous restaurant in Bianliang, Tokyo, Fanlou is almost the same as the rest of the country. It has been a benchmark in Tokyo throughout the Song Dynasty. Its heritage after so many years is even more frightening.
The singing and dancing in Liang Garden are full of romance, and the wine is like a knife to cut off the sorrow. I recall the joyful things in peace, and I go to the Fan Tower late at night with the lights on.
Fan Tower consists of five buildings in the east, west, south, north and middle. It has gray tiles and blue bricks, carved beams and painted pillars, and the furnishings are magnificent, simple and elegant.
When Song Jiang and the other three came to Fan Tower, they opened their mouths and asked for a private room. Dr. Jiu could tell that they didn't have a Tokyo accent, so he didn't bully the students. He smiled and said, "It's unlucky for you to come. The private room upstairs has to be moved ten and a half days in advance."
, to order it.”
Song Jiang and others were not picky and said with a smile: "Then please give us three brothers a table near the window and serve more good wine and food." After saying that, he took out some broken silver coins from his sleeves. By this time, the silver was already gone.
Slowly spread, especially in prosperous places like Bianliang.
Dr. Jiu smiled and accepted it, nodded and bowed and said, "Dear guest, come with me."
After walking a few steps, a drunken scribe stumbled downstairs and bumped into Hua Rong's arms.
This guy is a well-known strongman in Shandong. Although he has restrained his nature after joining Yang Lin and became less fierce, he still blurted out: "Straight bitch, you are such a bird, don't you have eyes when you walk?"
"
"What did you say?"
Song Jiang was afraid of causing trouble for Yang Lin, so he quickly stopped him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? This man must not have meant it, and you won't lose a piece of meat. Haha, brother, I'm sorry, I'll give you some help for him."
No, brother, please forgive me."
Who knew that this scribe also had a bad temper, but he refused to give up, so Hua Rong started to quarrel with him here.
At this time, a luxuriously decorated carriage drove to the front of the building, and a pretty maid came out. The curtain was opened, and she stretched out her wrist, and put her bright red fingers stained with impatiens juice on the maid's hand, and walked out of the car.
A stunning lady with pearls on her hair came down.
The woman turned her beautiful eyes and saw the drunken scribe. She smiled and said, "Meicheng, who are you arguing with? In this big court, aren't you lowering your status?"