Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 11 Rogue
After leaving the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, Yang Zhao led the horse and walked, thinking repeatedly in his mind how Li Linfu could grasp the mind of the sage, and said to himself: "If one day I also have this ability, why worry about not being rich?"

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had reached the Three Songs before he knew it.

Not far ahead is the residence of Wang Lianlian, a well-known kabuki in Nanqu, named Xixiang Xiaozhu.

Yang Zhao's heart became hot, so he hurried a few more steps, got off his horse, tied the horse and hurried forward, but saw the wooden sign hanging by the door turned upside down. It is said that guests are being entertained inside.

He still knocked on the door, and after a while, the little maid Shaoer opened the door, saw him with her head, she couldn't help laughing and said: "Your Majesty is here for a drink?"

Yang Zhao stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her, but with a dirty mouth, he said, "Come and let your wife eat me."

Shao'er avoided it, but the smile on her face was even sweeter, she shook her head and said: "Your Majesty has no poems, don't think about seeing my wife at this time, but you can see my fake mother."

"It's better to teach your fat fake mother to eat me."

Saying that, Yang Zhao pushed the door open and squeezed in, making a gesture to pounce, but Shao'er ran away holding her skirt.

"Lang Jun, don't make a scene. It's very cold, go and sit in the room and have a cup of hot wine."

A middle-aged woman in the courtyard greeted him with a smile and a shout. While talking, she led Yang Zhao to a wing to the west, and diligently swept the snow off his body.

Although the courtyard is not too big, the flowers and trees along the way are elegant, the pavilions are scattered, and the winding paths lead to seclusion.

Unwilling, Yang Zhao looked towards the central hall and asked, "Who is hosting a banquet here today?"

"It's just a reception." The false mother replied with a smile.

When she arrived in the west chamber, she greeted Yang Zhao to cook wine.

"Stop cooking." Yang Zhao said, "I'm impatient to eat your wine, I want to eat Wang Lian's mouth."

"Your Majesty also knows that my family is pity and pity, not selling oneself."

"Fart your mother! Don't think I don't know. It's not like she hasn't slept with other people before."

"Lang Jun, don't be upset, this is Datang, she loves talented scholars and poets, and she can't control her."

"Bullshit! That's so elegant. It's not just a pair of snobbish eyes who only care about power and fame. I gave you 20 yuan and didn't even touch my hands. Do you think I have no right?" The more Yang Zhao said, the angrier he became, and he shouted: "Say it again, I am the elder brother of the imperial concubine!"

"Lang Jun misunderstood. Sigh, it's really hard to choose a girl. If I choose, I also think that you are good, Mr. Lang, with good looks and demeanor...it must be good to live."

Yang Zhao pushed the false mother's hand away, and said: "I will bring three carts of red silk over in these two days, and then I will take Wang Lian!"

"If you want to vent your anger, you can go to Beiqu to find prostitutes. Why do you have to force others to make things difficult for you?"

At this time, the neighing sound of horses came from outside the courtyard, presumably the guest was about to leave.

Yang Zhao opened the door and looked, and sure enough, he saw Wang Lianlian seeing off a guest. The guest had white beard and hair, was quite old, and had a car and horse to pick him up, so he must be of extraordinary status.

"Who is that?"

The fake mother just refused to answer, but this time she smiled and said: "It's not easy to mention Mr. Zhang's name, all you need to know is that he is the son of Mrs. Yan."

Yang Zhao couldn't help but catch his breath.

Mrs. Yan Guo is the aunt of the saint today, and the saint lost his mother since childhood, and was raised by Mrs. Yan Guo alone.

In other words, the old man who just left is the saint's cousin, Doctor Yinqing Guanglu, Supervisor of the Shaofu, Tai Puqing, Zhang Quyi of Shangzhu State.

Seeing this person, Yang Zhao realized more and more that he was really nothing in this huge city of Chang'an as a mere soldier.

His attitude softened immediately, and he lost his arrogance just now.

Instead, he spent [-] yuan to only let Wang Lian accompany him to drink a round of wine.

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"It's strange to say, I hate those vulgar prostitutes when I look at the song along the wall. But when I see you, Lian Lian, I want to kiss even this little foot."

After a few glasses of wine, Yang Zhao was a little tipsy, his eyes fell on Wang Lianlian's silk socks, and he stretched out his hand to touch them again.

But Wang Lian shrank her feet, turned her head away, showing displeasure, and complained: "Mr. Lang is still a contemptuous servant after all."

As she spoke, there was sadness in her eyes, and she sighed: "The descendants of the Wang family in Taiyuan, the old clan of Lord Qinghe. Poetry and books are the gardens, and the essence can be picked up by hand; calligraphy and ink are the machines, and the organization is beautiful. After all, wandering Fengchen, life is thinner than paper... Huh."

Yang Zhao was dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand these things, he only saw a drop of tears flowing from Wang Lianlian's beautiful eyes, across her fair and delicate cheeks, and condensed on her chin.Further down, is the smooth and flawless neck.

A girdle around the fullest part of her chest...

He swallowed, but his outstretched hand stopped in the air.

Wang Lianlian's wine here is expensive, because of his background, talent, and demeanor that is not stained by mud.

What's more, she deals with rich and powerful people. If she doesn't want to, he really doesn't dare to force her.

And he was really willing to spend money for her to sit and accompany him, and he spent a lot of money, as if he had also become one of the rich and powerful in Chang'an.

"How could I belittle you?" Yang Zhao said with a smile: "You only deal with red robes, and I deal with soldiers. I'm afraid you will belittle me."

Wang Lian laughed through tears, turned her bright eyes, gave him an angry look, and said, "I'm always an elegant person, but you are the most scoundrel. Bah, prodigal!"

He still didn't forget to make friends with the dignitaries, and said: "Hey, that Mr. Zhang who left just now, when will he introduce me to him? My mother is also surnamed Zhang, maybe he has some relatives."

"It's a coincidence." Wang Lianlian said with a smile: "Maybe Mr. Zhang also knows about the matter of inquiring about the slave family."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"I heard that the crown prince and Du Liangdi have reconciled, but is it true?"

"It's absolutely true." Yang Zhao shook his head and scolded, "The one in the East Palace is really heartbroken."

Wang Lianlian said: "Well, when I turn around, my family will answer Zhang Gong like this, the prince has a bad heart."

"But I don't know why Mr. Zhang asked about this?" Yang Zhao asked back.

Just after asking, he rolled his eyes, but he already thought of the joint, so he said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang is eyeing the position of the crown prince and concubine? I advise him not to get involved in the East Palace. This big case is not over yet."

"Huh?" Wang Lian couldn't help being curious, and moved closer, his eyes amused, and asked, "How do you say it?"

Yang Zhao smiled mysteriously, and said: "You have heard of Liu Ji. In his study, there are evidences of crimes handed over by the prince to the ministers. After the incident, he was burned. I am still looking for the arsonist. The principal culprit is still at large."

"So bold? Setting fire to Chang'an City is a serious crime."

Yang Zhao smiled, picked up some interesting things in the case and talked with Wang Lianlian, and said: "After the interrogation in Jingzhao Mansion, according to the confession of a maidservant, apart from the Du family members, there was also a young man named Xue Bai who set the fire. , is the person sent by the prince. Today, the right minister personally entrusts me to take down this thief..."

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Chang'an, Chang'an County, Xuanyifang.

This place is not far from Dunyifang, and it belongs to the not-so-good location in the middle of Chang'an County.

In front of an ordinary house, Xue Bai walked up the steps and knocked on the door knocker.

After a while, the door was opened, and a maid stuck her head out, looked at him carefully, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter with Mr. Xiao Lang coming to my house?"

"Dare to ask, is Yang Canjun here?"

"My family, Alang, went on business last night and hasn't returned yet."

"On business?" Xue Bai asked, "If Yang joined the army and wasn't on business, where would he most likely have gone?"

The maidservant hummed, but she turned sideways and said, "Young Lord, come in and talk."

Xue Bai's hand was already in his sleeve, holding a letter to leave, he was slightly surprised when he heard this, smiled politely, and followed inside the door.

In front of me is a simple secondary courtyard, with many boxes in a mess in the front yard, presumably because the Yang family was too lazy to clean up after they moved to Chang'an, or there were too many gifts.

"Ma'am, Ah Lang is going to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble again!"

With the cry of the maidservant, a woman with full makeup rushed out from the backyard, her colorful skirt was fluttering, and the fragrance came before she arrived. She seemed to be in her thirties, and she was born very delicately, with some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, which seemed to be a little dusty meaning.

When she got close, she took a deep look at Xue Bai with her beautiful eyes, but the worry in her eyes gradually turned into a smile. She bowed profusely and said: "I am Pei Rou, and I am Yang Zhao's wife. If you dare to ask me, my son is my family." Husband and friend?"

Her single name is soft, and her tone of voice is also soft.

Xue Bai responded, "I don't know Yang Canjun, but I was ordered by my superior to look for him."

"The prodigal son has disappeared again?" Pei Rou said angrily, and said with a smile: "It's cold, let's talk inside."

Xue Bai felt slippery on the back of his hand, but she held it straight and touched it twice before leading him in, into the main hall.

I don't know whether it is the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty that is open, or the wife of the Yang family.

Xue Bai's face subconsciously turned serious, and an inviolable majesty appeared in his eyes.

Pei Rou didn't notice it at all, and asked with a smile: "How old is the young man? Since he has an assignment, he must be sixteen? He is born tender and tender. If you have free time, how about teaching your sister?"

"It's not yet fourteen." Xue Bai answered casually, glanced around, and said, "Yang Canjun is a relative of the emperor, who used to be dressed in luxurious clothes. Who would have thought that his home would be so simple?"

Pei Rou was slightly disappointed at first, but then there was a different kind of brilliance in her eyes, she looked him up and down, and said in her mouth: "Are you talking about the emperor's relatives? In Chang'an City, throwing a stone at will can hit an emperor." Relatives of the country. Not to mention that the noble concubine has no friendship with him, but he just flattered him, who knows how long a saint can spoil the noble concubine?"

"No, Yang Canjun is not an ordinary person."

"Tch. He's just a rascal and settled down." Pei Rou cried as soon as she said she cried, wiped her eyes, and said in self-pity: "This slave's family is originally the most prestigious lady in Xichuan, and she has accumulated a lot of savings. She planned to redeem herself, but instead But met this rascal."

"Oh?"

"He is addicted to alcohol, gambling, and achieves nothing. Which woman would marry him? Such a libertine, but I was blinded by his rhetoric. He used the savings of the slave family to manage up and down, but now he is tired of the slave family... woooooo... since he went to Chang'an, he hasn't touched the slave house for more than a year."

Speaking of this, Pei Rou stared at Xue Bai with tears in her eyes, and pursed her red lips slightly, blending coquettishness and pity just right, revealing a faintly slutty attitude.

Xue Bai acted as if he hadn't seen him, he was only thinking about Yang Zhao marrying a prostitute as his main wife, and asked, "Madam, do you know where he went?"

"Where else can I go? I must have gone to the brothel and wine shop again, and I don't know who's happy in the pink tent right now!" Pei Rou wept.

After crying, she became more and more miserable, wiped her tears and sang softly.

"I regret marrying a romantic son-in-law. There is no guarantee for being romantic. People hate climbing flowers and breaking willows. When I return every night, I am intoxicated, and I can't answer a thousand calls."

"Looking back at the moon in front of the curtain, the lamp in the mandarin duck tent clearly illuminates the heartbroken person. When I asked something to worry about, I shook my head and said no."

She sang quite emotionally, and the shawl on her shoulders slipped off, revealing a greasy whiteness.

By pulling on the cloak, she turned her head and took a deep look at Xue Bai, with the warmth in her eyes.

At this moment, someone in the backyard shouted loudly: "Mom, I'm hungry! I want to eat roasted hump with wine!"

Pei Rou was furious, and quickly asked the maid to shut up her son.

Xue Bai took out a letter from his sleeve, put it on the table, picked up an empty jug and pressed it against a corner, and said, "If Yang joins the army and comes back, please let him have a look, and I will take my leave now."

Pei Rou was taken aback for a moment, stopped him quickly, fiddled with her hair and said, "How about the little man drink a glass of wine before leaving? Look at the slave's house, you keep complaining, have you annoyed the little man?"

"No, I like to hear anecdotes about Yang Canjun."

"Why don't we wait here for him to come back?"

"I still have to answer the errand, so I'm leaving." Xue Bai pointed to the channel on the case: "By the way, the eldest lady can tell Yang Canjun that there will be a big gift for him here."

After hearing the last sentence, Pei Rou stopped and froze.

When she came back to her senses, Xue Bai had already left the small courtyard.

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In the future, the day will die.

Yang Zhao returned home reeking of alcohol, frowned as soon as he opened the door, and said to himself, "This chicken tongue, I haven't delivered three carts of red silk from Yun."

Walking into the hall, she saw Pei Rou sitting there, staring at the jug on the desk in a daze.

"I was busy all night until noon, Prime Minister Right left me to have lunch at his house, and drank two more glasses." Yang Zhao laughed, "Why does my lady look at it like a dog looks at a bone, but she's hungry for wine? "

"Scumbag." Pei Rou scolded, "You still want to lie to me? I knew you were not on business!"

Yang Zhao laughed loudly, and said, "I've been on business most of the time. I have to go to sleep, and I have to catch thieves at night. This petty official is really uncomfortable."

"Look at this letter. It was sent by a young man, saying that he will send you a fortune."

Only now did Yang Zhao see the letter under the jug, and copied it.

The handwriting on the cover was correct, neither good nor bad... But Yang Zhao saw the file and immediately recognized that it was Du Wulang's handwriting.

He quickly tore open the envelope.

"Uncle Yang Guo said personally that some of them hold the evidence of the crime in the East Palace. They wanted to meet with the right minister, lest the uncle of the country should bear the responsibility of deceiving others. Therefore, at the time of the day shop, I invited the uncle of the country to the Kangjia Restaurant in Qingmen to have a talk. Du Wulang worships."

Yang Zhao frowned, full of surprise, and then asked suddenly: "Where is the person?!"

"gone."

"Why don't you keep him?"

Pei Rou couldn't help but smiled coquettishly, and said casually: "My family really wants to keep him."

Yang Zhao was already tired of seeing her coquettish attitude, thought for a while, and strode out.

He just rushed to the door when he saw three carts of red silk arriving.

When Yang Zhao saw it, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It's just right, I will transport them to Nanqu with Lao Tzu, haha, I have a lot of money today!"

……

At the corner of the street, someone was sitting at the soup cake stand watching this scene, calmly put down the soup bowl, accounted for the account, got up, and followed the carriages.

(End of this chapter)