my steam dam

Chapter 20 The Oiran Conference
Three days later.

On the outskirts of Yingtianfu, on the platform of the Beijing Railway Station next to the Qinhuai River, Peng Polu and his second son, Peng Shan, were seeing off Peng Ke.

"Brother, you have only been back for a few days, and you are going to travel again?"

Peng Shan, the concubine son of Marquis Huaining, who was only ten and a half years old this year, was stretching out his hand and tugging at the hem of Peng Ke's clothes, looking up at his elder brother with reluctance.

Peng Shan loved to cling to his elder brother since he was a child, because his elder brother was different from other heirs of the noble family.

Not only will he take him up the tree to catch birds, go down to the ground to catch loaches, and make kites for him to play, but also make all kinds of novelty toys, such as spinning tops, shuttlecocks, and slingshots, which are very interesting.

Peng Shan grew up playing behind his brother's ass throughout his childhood.

Until two years ago, when my brother took over Jin Yiwei's job, life changed.

My brother is getting busier and less and less time to stay in the mansion.

Peng Shan also started enlightenment, learning the principles from his husband, and could no longer play behind his brother.

The carefree and happy time gradually moved away from Peng Shan, which made him a little sad and lost.

Seeing that his little brother was so depressed, Peng Ke squatted down with a smile, touched his brother's head, and said with him at eye level: "Erlang, obediently learn from your husband at home, brother, I will go, as short as three months, as long as half a year , I will definitely come back a year ago.”

"When the time comes, brother will randomly check your homework. If you haven't made any progress, the promise of taking you to Xuanwu Lake for boating will be over."

When Peng Shan heard this, his mouth shrunk, and he said in a very aggrieved whisper: "Understood, I will learn from my husband."

Only then did Peng Ke nodded in satisfaction, bid farewell to Peng Polu for the last time, turned around and took Ah Hu to the train.

"Didi... woo woo woo."

The whistling siren sounded, and a white mist sprayed out from the whistle. The driving wheel of the front locomotive was propelled by the steam power, and began to move back and forth, pulling the huge train slowly out of the platform, toward Driving in the direction of Suzhou Prefecture.

Two and a half hours later, the train with an astonishing speed of [-] kilometers per hour arrived at Suzhou Fu Railway Station smoothly.

Still immersed in his brother's reluctance to say goodbye to him, Peng Ke looked out the window at the busy platform very speechlessly.

"Since there are railways and trains, it feels like there is no sense of ceremony when traveling far away."

"It's only been three hours since we parted ways with my younger brother, and we've arrived in Suzhou Mansion, which makes it look like the brother who said goodbye just now is stupid."

Ah Hu touched his head with a smile and said, "My lord, isn't this a good thing?"

"In the past, horses and chariots were slow. It took four hundred miles from the capital to Suzhou. Even if you rode the fastest Xiliang horse, the fastest daily trip was only two hundred miles. Including rest on the road, it would take at least three It will take five days to arrive."

"Now that there is a train, it takes two and a half hours to get there comfortably. How convenient it is."

Peng Ke shook his head, Ah Hu didn't understand his melancholy.

As a modern person, in his previous life, Peng Ke took too many vehicles that were faster than steam trains, not to mention the speed of [-] to [-] kilometers at that time, and it was still an airplane flying in the sky.

Even if it is a bullet train that also uses the railway, the speed at that time is two to three hundred kilometers, and it only takes one hour to travel from Nanjing to Suzhou.

He really didn't find it strange at all about "fast".

How fast can it be as fast as the previous life?
On the contrary, after coming to the ancient society, I am very interested in the "romantic" that the horses and horses are slow, and it may take several months to travel a long distance.

However, the reality is that he wore it too late, 100 years late, and my Ming Dynasty has already passed the railway!

And it's still the same steam train that I used to ride when I was a child.
This is really boring.

"Hey, you don't understand." After Peng Ke sighed dryly, he got up and took Ahu off the train.

As soon as he got out of the carriage, a middle-aged man in a round cap, soap boots, and brown shirt led seven or eight men to greet him.

"Hua Ping'an, a thousand households in the humble Jinyiwei Suzhou prefecture, met your lord!"

After coming to this world, Peng Ke realized that not all Jinyiwei were wearing flying fish suits and holding embroidered spring knives like in the TV series.

Flying fish suits can only be rewarded by the emperor if they are officials above Jinyiwei Town Fushi, that is, they can be worn from the fourth rank or above.

Most of the ordinary Jinyiwei, including Qianhu, are actually not much different from ordinary people in their clothes, at most they are more like martial arts.

As for the Xiuchun Knife, it was not the uniform weapon of the Jinyiwei, but the standard saber of the Imperial Forest Army, and there was no rule that it could only be used by the Jinyiwei.

And because of the crooked war technology tree in this world, Jin Yiwei in this world actually prefers to use the agreed-upon flintlock rather than cold weapons!

Doesn't the fast, accurate and ruthless flintlock smell good?
After all, there is a good saying.

Seven steps away, gun fast!
Within seven steps, the gun was accurate and fast!

After Peng Ke waved his hand to signal Hua Ping'an to excuse him, he walked outside the train station and asked casually, "In the past few days, has there been any change in the person you are staring at?"

Hua Pingan led his hands down half a body behind Peng Ke, followed behind him and replied, "My lord, most of the targets are very calm, and they have not found that they have been watched."

"A few targets may have sensed something was wrong, or left Suzhou Mansion to escape to other places, or simply returned to the sect. Our people have been following, and there will be no problems."

"Recently, Mengxian Pavilion said that it would host an oiran banquet to meet friends through literature, and invited Jiangnan literati and poets to attend the meeting."

"It is said that at this oiran banquet, the person with the highest literary talents will be the guest of honor of Gu Nianqing, the oiran of Mengxian Pavilion, and he will play "Like a Dream" for free."

"This "Like a Dream Order" is Gu Nianqing's special skill. It is rare to see him play a piece in a month. Those who are lucky enough to hear it are full of praise."

"This lottery has greatly interested the entire Suzhou government, and even half of the literati in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Oh?" Pen Ke raised his eyebrows, a little surprised and a little confused.

This Gu Nianqing is the alias of Yan Qingbo, the saint of Hehuan Sect. She has come to Suzhou Mansion under the alias of Yan Qingbo to be a courtesan for two or three years. With her pretty appearance and a very good piano It can be said that it is famous all over Suzhou Prefecture.

But she's a demon girl from the Hehuan sect, what's the point of coming here for nothing?

Although the Hehuan Sect is indeed famous for being "dangling", I only heard that the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect are fond of picking pots, but I haven't heard that they have a hobby of being prostitutes?

After all, what the disciples of Hehuanzong like is that they have the initiative and play with men.

In their eyes, men are just the dregs of medicine they use to assist their cultivation.

Rather than like being played by men!

It's two different things!
What's more, Yan Qingbo still came here to be an up-and-coming gentleman who only sells his art but not his body!

This really made Penke unable to understand.

If he hadn't confirmed that the information was correct!

Gu Nianqing, the oiran of Mengxian Pavilion, is really Yan Qingbo, the saint of Hehuan Sect.

Penke would only think that someone was joking with him.
"What is this demon girl from the Hehuan Sect doing?"

After Peng Ke muttered something to himself, he looked at Hua Ping'an and asked, "The disciples of the Hehuan Sect in Suzhou Mansion are all under surveillance, right?"

"Is there something wrong?"

After thinking about it carefully, Hua Pingan replied with certainty: "My lord, there are a total of 26 disciples of the Hehuan Sect in Suzhou Mansion. Except for the demon girl and her maid, the other disciples are all normal."

"It's really weird." Penke shook his head.

"Since we're not sure, let's go to meet this saint in person for a while, and ask her for a reasonable answer."

(End of this chapter)