A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Jiang Yunlei replied without hesitation, "There are eight images."

Yeats smiled, and took out a portrait of a middle-aged man with white beard from Yang Fuquan's book bag, "Do they look like brothers?"

The same thin Qu Chang, the same frail scholar appearance.

Jiang Yunlei took the portrait, and put the two portraits in his left and right hands together. There was no need to look at them carefully, as the two portraits were indeed very similar.

Yeats asked, "Young Master Jiang, do you usually attend the literati gatherings in Jiangnan?"

"Before my father had an accident, he often participated in it."

"Jingling City?"

"Not necessarily, sometimes I go to Pingjiang Mansion, sometimes I go to Runzhou, and of course, I go to Yangzhou more often."

"Why go to Yangzhou?"

"Many literati factions have their roots in Yangzhou, so of course we want to go there, and there are beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beauty..." It may be that his father died and his family fell, and Jiang Yunlei is not in the mood to talk about beauties.

Yeats asked again, "In your impression, who usually organizes gatherings of literati in Yangzhou, and where are they?"

Having not been in the cultural circle for several years, and the world has changed, Jiang Yunlei said: "Well...it's really hard to say..."

Yeats laughed and said, "Young Master Jiang, it's okay to talk about it."

"What I'm talking about is all three or four years ago." Jiang Yunlei said eloquently.

Yangzhou is not only a place where wealthy businessmen from all over the world gather, but also a place where literati gather. There are literati activities all year round, such as poetry fairs, calligraphy and painting exhibitions, jade carvings, etc., as long as literati like it, there will be regular activities.

These activities can’t be held on the street, there are special gardens, and these special gardens are either sponsored by rich businessmen, or special literati provide their own courtyards or back gardens.

The more famous ones are Zhuyuanzi, Meiyuan Villa, Qingxi Bieyuan, Taoran Youju and so on.

Zhujiayuanzi is the garden of Zhu's family, a wealthy businessman in Yangzhou. He usually spends money to sponsor literati to hold gatherings. Master Zhu is honored as a generation of Confucian businessmen and is very famous.

Meiyuan Villa was run by a retired official. It is said that he was tired of the intrigues in the officialdom and came to Yangzhou to live in seclusion. At first, only a few friends often got together, and later the three or five friends brought three or five friends. Slowly, his secluded Zhuangzi became A place where literati often gather.

The owner of Qingxi Bieyuan is a woman. It is said that she used to be a well-known leader in Yangzhou City.

The last one, Tao Ran Youju, whose surname is Wang, is said to be a descendant of the Langya clan, but no, no one actually knows.

Yeats asked, "How old is Master Zhu?"

"Forty or fifty."

No.

"Where's that official?"

"27?" Jiang Yunlei thought about it, "Four years have passed, probably in his early thirties, but he is similar to the person in the portrait, thin and thin."

Teng Chong and the others looked at Yeats, could this be a middle-aged man with white beard?

Yeats continued to ask: "The nobleman who redeemed the top card...Has Mr. Jiang heard of his identity?"

"Some say it's the king of a certain county from the middle of Beijing, some say it's the son of a certain prince, and some say it's just a wealthy businessman. No one has seen it, and Jiang doesn't know about it." Jiang Yunlei shook his head.

"The king who lives in seclusion in Tao Ran..."

"Wang Wenran, in his early twenties, a white-faced scholar, his whole personality is indifferent, very gentlemanly, and the people who come and go are all literati around his age."

"The person in the portrait..." Yeats asked him remindingly.

Jiang Yunlei shook his head: "It's not like, Mr. Wang is slightly fat...not fat, but not thin."

He meant that there was no resemblance to the person in the portrait.

Finally convinced that the people in Dali Temple did not catch the person in the portrait, Jiang Yunlei left helplessly.

Ye Zhi and the others looked at Pei Jingning.

He didn't let everyone guess, "Go straight to Yangzhou tomorrow."

Jingling is very close to Yangzhou, starting in the morning and arriving in the afternoon, no wonder Jiang Yunlei often comes to Yangzhou to participate in activities, it is indeed very close.

Zhu Jiayuanzi definitely doesn't need to go.

But the latter three are all suspects.

Pei Jingning asked, "Master Ye, check that one first?"

"Check the most similar one first."

"Plum Garden Villa?"

Yeats nodded.

Unexpectedly, Pei Jingning brought them directly into Meiyuan Villa.

Pei Jingning pretended to be Mr. Ning, a literati from the north, Teng Chong and others all became his long-term servants, and as for Yeats...he was ordered by him to pretend to be a servant girl.

Girl hey!
"Your Excellency..." Yeats' eyes were terrified.

He knew she was disguised as a man.

And she knew he knew.

To let her act like a girl is to pierce this layer of window paper?

Teng Chong and others didn't know that Yeats was a woman, and he even thought that Ye Xiaodi's usual motherhood was very suitable for pretending to be a woman.

"Your Excellency really has discernment. Younger brother Ye, who is so small and pretends to be a girl, will definitely not wear a bang."

"..." It's not too much to watch, Yeats can't wait to beat him up.

Teng Chong was really excited, "I heard that you are very skilled. I have wanted to compete with you for a long time."

Yeats tilted his head, "Then come on, what are you waiting for?"

Little brother Ye was so neat and tidy, Teng Chong was terrified, "My...my lord..."

If you want to know whether the legend of Hongxiaoyuan is true, today is your chance.

Pei Jingning smiled slightly.

It even acquiesced.

"Wow..." Teng Chong jumped happily.

Yeats rolled up his sleeves and tucked in the corner of his robe, his movements were orderly and sophisticated.

Teng Chong's excitement suddenly stopped five levels, "Brother Ye..." For some reason, the person in front of him was half a head shorter than him, and his small body felt like he could fall down when the wind blows, but he suddenly felt a little timid. .

Yeats clasped his fists and calmly narrated the past of Yeats himself: "I practiced with my father at the age of five, went to the martial arts hall to learn boxing and kicking from my master at the age of 12, and learned actual combat from my father for two years at the age of 15."

It sounds simple, and it's actually very simple, but it's not simple to make it simple.

The real Yeats has a bad temper, because he is neither male nor female, so he can't really communicate with others. He is bored at home all day long, and spends all his time practicing martial arts. Even a few simple movements are practiced repeatedly. Solid basic skills, coupled with the fighting skills brought by Yeats who traveled through time, are simply the perfect match.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Teng Chong didn't even try to show his strength, and within a few strokes, Yeats beat him to the ground.

Yang Fuquan was not surprised, because he and Yeats were the only ones who had really fought together and knew each other's strength.

The rest of the people had only heard the legend that it was just one trick to beat Princess Qinfang in the face that day, and they didn't see the truth at all. At this moment, when they saw Teng Chong who was beaten to the ground, all of them had complicated expressions.

Being able to serve as the head arrester of Dali Temple, Teng Chong is definitely not a showman. Zhang Jin is often defeated by the head of the head. They know the strength of the head, but such a powerful head is defeated by the thin Ye Pingshi in a few moves. .

Isn't he a master?
"My lord, do you still think I'm weak and fit to be a girl?" Yeats raised his forehead slightly, with an unfriendly smile.