For three consecutive days, the moon over Wenhe County was full and bright, resembling a monk's head.
This incident has become a legend in Wenhe County.
Not only do some women think about monks when they see things, they also watch the moon every night.
Even many officials and gentry called their friends in advance to admire the moon in their courtyards.
Before the fifteenth day, the quarter moon is full. Although it goes against the laws of heaven and earth, admiring the moon has been an elegant thing since ancient times, and some people will find excuses for their random thoughts.
Stone bridges, flowing water, and small buildings shaded by willows.
The sun sets in the west and there is light smoke.
Kong Dongliu, a noble son from the capital, wore a black futou and put on a light robe and casual clothes. He sat alone in a private room on the second floor of Qingchun Building, looking at the vendors and pedestrians on the bridge downstairs, including men, women, old and young, red women and white women.
A relaxed and carefree look on his face.
"This Wenhe County is indeed the blessed place where Wen Zong was born. Although it is located in the south of Jiannan, it is also a land of outstanding people. No wonder Governor Xu can still sit still after being deposed for so many years."
The elderly servant behind him, who was slightly bowed, smiled faintly: "Young Master is too flattering. No matter how outstanding the people are, how can they be compared to Chang'an City. At least in the capital, even a child with a yellow mouth or an old woman with blind eyes can't be compared to Chang'an City."
I can’t believe that there are still truly enlightened monks in this world.”
Kong Dongliu was also very happy: "Miaoshou Silver Monk... I don't know who came up with it. This title sounds weird. But the shopkeeper thought I was one of those scholars who likes rural stories, so he pulled me to talk about it.
After a long time. This time I returned to Beijing and had another joke to tell those dudes. That’s all. His Majesty the East Palace is most unhappy to hear the word ‘monk’. Don’t let it reach his ears.”
The old servant suddenly lowered his voice: "When the master comes back to Beijing after this trip, I'm afraid 'His Royal Highness' in the East Palace will have become 'Your Majesty'. Just based on the friendship the master had when he was hiding in the residence, coupled with the success of this announcement, a third-grade man cannot escape."
If it falls, it might even be able to crush Xue Yuanshan."
"It's hard to say, but the insidious Fatty Xue is different from my father. He has no family background and was born a commoner, but he was the person that His Highness relied on most when he was hiding in the mansion. As long as he doesn't make big mistakes, he will be His Highness's most trusted ally in the future. Of course, my father
also the same."
Kong Dongliu's long and narrow face was placed behind the shadow of the window lattice, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After a while, he chuckled and said, "Tonight I'm just going to admire the moon, and don't care about these things. In a few days, we won't be able to see the wonders of Wenhe County."
Not long after, the moon appeared on the branches.
Hot dishes were then served, and glasses of wine were consumed.
When he was slightly tipsy, Kong Dongliu couldn't help but get excited about poetry.
The old servant in his house had already borrowed pen and ink from the store, scattered the dishes, and laid them on the round table.
Kong Dongliu was pacing under the moonlight with his hands behind his back. He finished typing the manuscript after a while, then picked up his pen and finished it in one go.
The old servant looked around without waiting to say anything.
From outside the curtains of the private room, a soft voice like a warbler came.
"Good calligraphy, good poetry...good literary talent."
Kong Dongliu saw a vague and graceful figure. After peeking at the paper and ink on the table through the curtain, he bent down and said "brutally", then turned and walked downstairs with a light lotus step.
He was startled, turned around and looked out the window.
He saw that the young lady was only twenty-eight years old. She had a slim waist, a bright moon in her ears, her fingers were like peeling onion roots, and her mouth seemed to contain red pills.
As if she was aware of her own gaze, she stopped on the bridge, looked far away, and smiled while covering her mouth.
Kong Dongliu felt his heart pounding.
There is no kind of socialite or courtesan he has not seen in the capital.
But for some reason, the little lady in front of him gave him a different feeling.
"Huang Weng... hurry up and invite that young lady."
The old servant looked hesitant and advised in a low voice: "My master has the emperor's mandate and will be returning soon. It's better for me to avoid getting into trouble so as not to get scolded when I go back."
Hearing this, Kong Dongliu's eyes suddenly became much clearer.
"That's right. Hey..."
The next day, the same appointment was made after dusk.
Kong Dongliu dressed in casual clothes and without telling his old servant Huang Weng, came to the stone bridge and flowing water in front of Qingchun Tower again.
He looked towards the stone bridge with great expectation. After waiting for a long time, he could not see the beautiful figure that made him think about it all night long.
"Why……"
He sighed softly, with a look of disappointment on his face, turned around in despair, and was about to go back home.
In the sunset, a flat-leafed boat was slowly approaching from far away, and a woman's laughter could still be vaguely heard.
He suddenly turned around and saw several young women laughing and playing in the cabin.
There was only one woman, quiet and elegant, wearing a pink skirt, making tea next to her.
'is her!'
Kong Dongliu stared blankly, unable to move his eyes away any longer.
His infatuation could be seen clearly by the women in the cabin.
"Look, there's an idiot looking at my sister."
"Sister's autumn tea is a delicate and precious product that cannot be drunk by ordinary people in the world."
"Keke, idiot, do you want to come up and have tea?"
Kong Dongliu straightened his clothes and bowed in salute: "Then, I'd rather be respectful than obey my orders."
When he raised his head, he saw the woman in pink skirt looking towards him.
Their eyes met, and they were startled at first, and then laughed at the same time.
"Talented man, it's you. Do you like tea?"
"Since it is a girl's autumn tea, I am willing to have a taste of it."
In the next few days, Kong Dongliu and Azi went boating.
Or you can listen to the autumn rain outside the building, or you can spend the night in Fenge, reading a book and making tea, while your red sleeves are fragrant. It feels so comfortable.
Gradually, I also forgot about returning to Beijing.
…
Upstairs in Qingchun, in the private room, Kong Dongliu was lying beside the pen and ink on the round table, his face was pale and he was unconscious.
The old servant was lying on the ground, his face was red, and his life or death was unknown.
"Shopkeeper Li, please don't make any noise. For now, just pretend that nothing happened."
"Ah! How can this be done..."
"Noisy! What's not going to work! Do you know who that young man is? A relative of the emperor from Chang'an City! If someone finds out that something happened to him in Qingchun Tower, you, a turtle grandson, will lose all his money and hang himself. You can't afford the compensation."
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"Ah! Mr. Lu! You must not scare me... you know that Mr. is as timid as a mouse and never sells fake wine! Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu! You must do your best.
Help me revive people!"
In the Qingchun Tower, the shopkeeper begged.
Lu Wu Jiu touched his bare chin and pondered in silence.
After his wife gave birth, he rarely invited friends to drink and have fun. Although he invited his aunt to take care of the couple, the woman would never feel at ease if the man was not at home.
It's rare to come to Qingchun Tower today, so it's no coincidence that I met this one.
Instead, under the orders of the county captain, he changed into the clothes of ordinary people and secretly protected these formidable nobles from the capital.
It stands to reason that the grandson of the Duke, a true royal relative, should be secretly protected by bodyguards, even if he wears a white dragon fish suit and plays low-key.
Could it be that……
Mr. Lu's gaze fell on the old servant.
'He is the master responsible for the defense? Then, he should at least be a Qi Sen warrior, but he was also caught. However, the two people's property was not lost, and there were no injuries. They seemed to have just fallen asleep, hiss...'
With many years of experience, Capt. Lu has already vaguely realized something.
'Is it possible that I have encountered a mysterious case?'