After leaving Qingpingfang, the two of them, riding on the backs of donkeys, staggered toward the square with girders in the middle of the four squares.
The donkey's hooves hit the stone-paved road, and the tinkling sound was mingled with the houses and the noise of people that gradually grew louder as the hour got later and closer to noon.
The sun has risen, and the people it shines on are oily. Yan Xiaoliu wears a pair of Mo Bing Kui from Dihuang bought from Dongshifang on his face.
Two pieces of ink ice polished into small circles were inlaid with brass. There were legs on both sides, which were placed on the ears. There was a support in the middle to press on the bridge of Yan Xiaoliu's nose. Facing the sun, his eyes did not squint, and it looked like
It's both rare and eye-catching.
On the other side, Mr. Wei was wearing a big bamboo hat on his head and a knot on his chin. A deep shadow blocked the sunlight above his head. His whole body was swinging back and forth with the donkey under him.
The bamboo hat on the head exudes a lazy atmosphere.
"I always call you Mr. Wei, it's hard to pronounce. How about I call you Lao Wei?" Sitting on the donkey, Yan Xiaoliu grasped the straw rope that tied the donkey, turned his head and said to Mr. Wei who was lagging behind.
"I and Dian Ye." He nodded, and under the shadow cast by the bamboo hat, Mr. Wei replied with a just right smile on his face, as gentle as jade.
"Hiss... sour!"
"..."
Playing the piano to a cow...
"Okay, just kidding." Yan Xiaoliu waved his hand, then stopped being casual and said seriously, "Old Wei, we have to have a clue about the Daliang incident. How do we get started?"
He stopped talking at the right time. What Yan Xiaoliu just said was just to ease the politeness and anger between the two of them. After breaking the ice at this time, it was natural to get back to business.
"Well... let me just talk about it?"
After forgetting about the cow playing the piano, Mr. Wei cheered up, scratched his chin with two fingers, and asked humbly.
"Just listen to it."
He glanced at Yan Captou beside him with some surprise. Mr. Wei straightened his body and said, "I personally think that we need to start with the situation and the relationship between the parties."
After licking his lips and seeing Yan Xiaoliu on the side nodding seriously, Lao Wei continued, "You are a servant, so naturally you have to act from the perspective of your superiors.
What I'm most afraid of after making up this story is rumors and evil intentions.
Therefore, the result that the gentlemen hope is that the bell will fall naturally, because this will not have much impact on their black gauze hats."
"I agree." Yan Xiaoliu nodded and said.
The two donkeys had left Qingpingfang and entered a small alley surrounded by small houses. The stone bricks on the ground had also disappeared, turning into a loess road paved with fine sand.
"Now, let's start with the matter itself. After our prince was deposed, he came to Wubei. I observed carefully along the way that any city the prince was about to pass would be plagued by plague or floods within a few days.
The plague and floods in many cities have receded in the past few days. At the right time, the prince just happened to leave those cities.
Shangqiu City is the most prosperous city in Xingyang Prefecture, and plagues and floods are not suitable here."
"People's support and God's will are the key here."
"Yes, so I feel that this matter involves many things, and it is also linked to your life and death, honor and disgrace, the official. It is up to you to decide?"
Mr. Wei didn't ask the question, but Yan Xiaoliu had a clear mind. It depends on him whether he wants to fight with Xini in this matter or act like a thorn in the side and confront his boss.
"Fuck... I'm just a catcher with low-level official status... and I still need to join the team?" Yan Xiaoliu grabbed a handful of the donkey's mane and cursed.
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"The official is smart, he really saw the third direction!" Mr. Wei on the side suddenly praised, with a look of admiration on his face.
"Do I still have a choice?" Yan Xiaoliu said quietly, with a hint of resentment in his tone.
If you are with Xini, then just wait and deal with Xini in everything, and you and yourself will be reconciled one day.
If you work against your boss, if you lose, you have to step in and take the blame. If you win, your boss will take the lion's share of the credit.
If you follow the fallen prince, he is still a prince after all. Maybe Cang Tian is dead and Huang Tian...
Ahem...that's too far off topic.
He gently patted the donkey's butt and waved its hooves twice quickly. Mr. Wei's figure was level with Yan Xiaoliu's.
The sun slanted over the bamboo hat, and half of Mr. Wei's face was in shadow. The beard floating on his chin and the wind blowing from the pot made him look a little serious and chic at this time.
Looking at Yan Xiaoliu next to him, who had his head slightly lowered, wearing small round gold-rimmed sunglasses, and a gloomy face that could drip water, Lao Wei slowly said,
"You didn't have a choice in the past, but now, you can choose to be a good person."
After the words fell, Yan Xiaoliu raised his head and looked seriously at the comforting face next to him, revealing a somewhat mocking but brilliant smile,
"Sorry, I'm the head catcher."
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