Tan Zhao bought two pepper-flavored sesame cakes at the street corner and walked along, listening to Tang Yongruo's speech. When he arrived at Uncle Tang's house, he had finished the sesame cakes in his hand.
The Tang family has some prestige in Fujian. Tang Yongruo's uncle is now the Minister of Household Affairs. This is a powerful yamen. It is said that it is expected to be further improved next year. It would not be a good thing if a scandal involving a son turning into a daughter occurs at this time.
Tang Yongruo's cousin is named Tang Mingfeng. He is twenty-seven this year. He should have died a few years ago. It was only because his grandmother passed away and he had to observe mourning for one year that he missed the last examination. If he misses it again this time, he will
Have to wait another three years.
Three years may not seem like much, but a person's official life is only for that long. The later he takes the exam, the smaller the chance of reaching a high position in the future.
As for why Tang Yongruo didn't stay at his uncle's house when he came to Beijing, Tan Zhao would certainly not ask about such a personal question.
Naturally, Tang Shilang's family was in the inner city of the capital, and they lived in the east residence. This was the first time for Tan Zhao to have Feng Shui done at night. When he was welcomed in by the concierge, he happened to hear a slightly strange sound coming from the direction of the west courtyard.
A sharp howl of pain.
Tan Zhao understands Feng Shui. Unlike other Feng Shui masters who rely on external objects, practicing spiritual power allows his eyes to see more things that ordinary people cannot see. When he entered the Minister's Mansion, he felt a little strange.
Generally speaking, if the house is expensive, the house will have good feng shui. After all, people who come and go as officials pay great attention to this when building houses. Even if you don't believe it, it is a good sign.
Along the way, there are some bright halls surrounded by water, and some plain palaces, but those with nothing are really rare. Unlucky or unlucky, it is just like pure neutral soil, not even weak acid or alkali.
It's so strange.
"Sir, please follow me quickly."
The servant in front walked quickly, turned around the Moon Gate, went straight through the west corridor, and entered a slightly deserted courtyard. A sharper howl sounded in his ears.
Two powerful warriors stood at the entrance of the courtyard. After Tan Zhao entered, he saw no one else. Only when he entered the courtyard, he saw a middle-aged couple with anxious faces. Looking at their eyebrows, they must be
The waiter and his wife were right.
But... he seems to be a step too late.
Tan Zhao sent a message to Tang Yongruo: "Your uncle seems to have found a Feng Shui master."
Although he is not an orthodox Feng Shui master, he sees things personally and handles everything by one person, so there is no reason to steal someone's business halfway. However, from this point of view, the relationship between Tang Shilang and Tang Yongruo is indeed not close.
Tang Yongruo's face turned ugly for a moment, but Tang Shilang was fine. He only said a few words of apology and looked anxiously into the inner room.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, Xiaosheng didn't expect..."
In the service industry, you will always encounter a few fathers of Party A who are not very strict with the rules. They have not directly said that they want to invite him. Tan Zhao will not be angry because of irrelevant people: "Nothing, but I can go.
Bar?"
Just as Tang Yongruo was about to nod, there was a rush of footsteps from the inner room, and someone ran out in a moment. He took a closer look and saw a man in white with a white mask. Seeing his uncle's hopeful expression, he probably
I guess this person is the Feng Shui master hired by my uncle.
However, what he didn't expect was that the white-clothed Feng Shui master rushed over to Mr. Yu after seeing him: "Brother Yu!"
This tone, so cordial and full of gratitude, is like seeing a Bodhisattva.
This scene was a bit embarrassing for a moment, especially for Minister Tang. The indifference just now was like a slap in the face. He had been in the officialdom for many years, and he couldn't hold back.
Tan Zhao was also surprised and thought to himself: Oh, who can blame this mask?
After reacting for a moment, he remembered that boy Yi Gan seemed to have gained experience by dressing up like this, but he... he just didn't expect that someone would actually dress like this and come out to see Feng Shui.
"Do you know these two gentlemen?"
Tan Zhao immediately denied it: "I don't know him!"
"know!"
...Hey, Brother Yu is really ruthless, and why is it that every time he encounters an unsolvable case, he is always bumped into by Brother Yu? This makes him look so useless.
But saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Although he is a Feng Shui master, young man Yi Gan obviously has the heart of being a Buddha. When he saw Brother Yu was about to leave, he immediately said good things.
After just a few words, a man wearing a red flower and a green skirt rushed out. His face was even painted colorfully, as if he was about to go on stage to sing in the next second.
Tan Zhao turned to look at Tang Yongruo and said directly: "Perhaps you have some misunderstanding about male-to-female transformation?" This is really not an ordinary eye-catching thing, it can be regarded as the top millet spicy in Sichuan.
Tang Yongruo lowered his head silently.
Mrs. Tang held her son in her arms, her face full of sadness: "My son, wake up!"
This so-called "male to female" is obviously not a physical change, but an error in the cognition of Mr. Tang. But such a weird aesthetic error, Tan Zhao endured the pain in his eyes and read the person from beginning to end. Did he see it? The man stopped him and asked, "Are you sure there is something wrong with Feng Shui?"
Didn't he hit his head? Even if he didn't, it should be beyond the scope of the Feng Shui master's ability. Anyway, Tan Zhao didn't see any evil invading Mr. Tang.
Unexpectedly, Yi Qian said with extraordinary certainty: "Yes, Brother Yu, you will know if you touch Young Master Tang."
Tan Zhao immediately put his hands up, but it was too late. Mrs. Tang didn't care and let her son rush out. Tang Shilang wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Tang Mingfeng brushed Tan Zhao's shoulder and passed. Zhao felt it immediately.
"Has he recently been to a very dark place, such as a mass grave?"
When Tang Shilang heard this, he was immediately filled with horror, because just before half a stick of incense, Master Qian had said the same thing, and he denied it at that time. When this gentleman asked, he didn't believe it yet, but he had already told the two of them. I started to have some faith.
But Ming Feng had not gone out recently, only studying at home. Shilang Tang immediately looked at Mrs. Tang, who immediately shook her head: "My son has only been out once recently, and that was when a classmate who was familiar with the Imperial Academy attended a poetry meeting." .”
"Does Mrs. Tang know where the poetry meeting will be held? Who will be participating?"
Mrs. Tang was a womanly person, so Tang Mingfeng would tell her where she was going, but when she met such a detailed person, she naturally wouldn't tell her one by one.
Tang Yongruo, on the other hand, suddenly said: "Xiaosheng knows that it is a Liufang Poetry Party that can only be attended by talented people in the capital. The venue is different every time. The last time it was held, it should be in the King of Wu's Courtyard. The prince of Wu made this event happen. My friend Zhu Weide.”
Tang Shilang couldn't help but be suspicious: "How do you know so clearly?"
"By chance, I met a scholar from Beijing before my birthday, and I heard about it from his mouth."
At this time, Tang Mingfeng, who was wearing red and green clothes, was pulled in by the strongman. He was also holding a lot of broken flowers in his hand, which were pink and pink, which showed that the girl was full of heart.
Seeing that Brother Yu didn't speak, Yi Gan could only come by himself: "Where is this King Wu's Courtyard?"
"On the Western Mountain."
King Wu is the younger brother of the late emperor, but the relationship is not close. After he succeeded to the throne, King Wu's family has no power, and now they occupy the avatars of the princes and nobles. But even so, the royal territory, even in front of the rich man, , and it’s not easy to come to your door at will.
The Crown Prince of Wu is a bit ridiculous, especially when it comes to matters between men and women. There are many criticisms in the public. Taking advantage of his status as a royal relative, he has done several ridiculous things. If King Wu Yi Lao hadn't cried out, one of the Crown Prince of Wu would have The seat was evacuated long ago.
"Is there any way to go to King Wu's Villa to explore?"
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Xishan is actually the abbreviation of Xilu Mountain. It is located on the ground and there are many hot springs on the mountain. Therefore, rich and powerful people mostly own real estate here. Although the King of Wu was weak, his heritage was far away. The location of the courtyard is very good, and it occupies two excellent springs.
"Why do I have to come? Hiking in the mountains in winter is not a good thing." Tan Zhao looked at Tang Yongruo and couldn't help but feel curious, "Aren't you going to take the exam? Are you running out to do Feng Shui for others at this time?"
"My father has a problem with my uncle, so I want to do something within my ability."
Tan Zhao immediately stopped asking. King Wu's Courtyard had just arrived. Naturally, he couldn't get in through the main entrance. The three of them went around to the backyard. The wall of the courtyard must be at least two meters high.
"It's so high? Can you go in?"
Tan Zhao: "...What are you two looking at me for? It is not the behavior of a gentleman to break into a Buddhist monastery."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Tan Zhao led the two of them up to the tallest tree outside the courtyard and sat on the branches, with a panoramic view of King Wu's Villa.
"Did you see anything?"
Tan Zhao looked at Yi Gan who was trembling and hugging the tree trunk, and couldn't help but say.
Yi Qian had obviously been taught well by his father, and he had already seen some clues at this time. He only heard him say: "I'm afraid, Mr. Tang Mingfeng has suffered for someone else."
...Does the Tang family only produce kings who are not kings?
Tang Yongruo is one, Tang Mingfeng... This one is even more incredible. He went out to participate in a poetry meeting and suffered on behalf of others. If this was not discovered, his life would be ruined.
"For whom?" When Tang Shilang heard the news, his face turned blue with anger. He was just a legitimate son, and if he was ruined by others, he would fight to the death.
Yi Qian didn't dare to say for sure, but the Feng Shui Bureau was set up in King Wu's courtyard. According to the basic guess, it was 90% that he suffered this crime for the crown prince of Wu.
In fact, Tang Shilang couldn't guess it, but because he guessed it, this matter was difficult to handle, so he asked: "Is there a way to solve it?"
"This type of game has an informal name, called the Women's Game. It is a game where a man and seven women are brought together in the Yin time and the Yin place to reduce the masculine power of the man." Yi Qiandun After a moment, he said, "This kind of game was first invented by the local masters. The game in King Wu's Courtyard is even more sinister. If you want to solve it, I'm afraid the person who tied the bell will have to untie it."
It was also the first time for Yi Qian to see the female-like bureau, which was actually also called the yin-like bureau. It was originally created by local masters for the convenience of robbing tombs and digging graves. It was only later used by some small shopkeepers to train Keke. Feng Shui masters have always It is strictly prohibited to use this kind of Feng Shui bureau.
And Tang Mingfeng became so crazy, and the people who planned it obviously hated Prince Wu a lot.
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