Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 162 Drunk Dream
The boy was out of breath, and at the same time he was a little dazed and dazed.

This boy is naturally the second concierge.

After receiving the order from the concierge boss, he went straight to the front hall, but was stopped by several government officials, which was beyond his expectation.

"May I ask you a question? Where are you from and what are you doing in the front hall?"

Another government official shouted angrily.

"I want to see the governor! You don't know that there are many people outside the gate, including King Poyang and a senior official in purple robes. They are knocking on the door." The second concierge suddenly came back to his senses.

"what!"

The yamen servant had been in the yamen for many years, so he naturally understood the importance of things. Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

King Poyang, how could he not know?

A high-ranking official wearing a purple robe, how could he not know what that meant?

In the imperial court, generally only high-ranking officials of the first, second or third rank can wear purple robes.

As for their governor, because Jiangzhou is Shangzhou, his rank is also third grade.But the third rank of someone from outside... must be much higher than the third rank of the governor, because they are most likely sent by the imperial court.

"Are you serious?" The officer confirmed seriously.

"It's absolutely true. The three of us concierges saw it with our own eyes. They were right outside the door and were already knocking on the door."

The yamen officer took a deep breath and stared at the concierge, "You wait here, I'll go in first and inform the governor."

"Okay!" The concierge replied honestly.

The yamen servant nodded, turned around and looked at the closed door of the front hall. He hesitated for a moment, then took a detour to the side door of the front hall and entered through the side door.

In the front hall, there was singing and dancing!
The yamen servant couldn't help but look at the dancing girl in the middle of the front hall. He saw a gorgeous dress, and the wicker waist exposed to the air was clearly visible. The twists and turns... Tsk!

The yamen servant's heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked away, not daring to look any further.

He bowed and walked quickly towards Fangtang, the governor above.

Fangtang, the governor, had just finished drinking a glass of wine with his head raised, when he saw the Yamen servant approaching with his misty drunken eyes.

"What's the matter?" Fang Tang put down the empty glass, and the waiter who was waiting immediately filled the empty glass.

"My lord..." The yamen servant bowed and leaned over, and said in a low voice, "The gatekeeper said that a group of people have come outside the gate and are knocking on the door."

"Oh, who is it, Dong Cheng?" After Fang Tang asked, he couldn't help but patted his head and said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, drinking has misled people. I am confused. The plague has been rampant outside for a long time. Then Dong Cheng has probably turned into a rotting corpse, haha... By the way, who is out there?"

"Sir, according to the report from the disciple, among the people who came were King Poyang and a purple-robed official! The disciple didn't know whether to open the door or not, so he sent someone to ask your Majesty to decide."

"what!"

Fangtang suddenly stood up from his seat.

As a result, because he drank too much and was uncoordinated, his leg hit the side of the small table, knocking it over.

The small table tipped over and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The fine wine and delicacies on the small table were scattered all over the place for no reason!
With this loud bang, the music in the front hall suddenly stopped, and there was silence for a moment.

The dancers were also frightened, shouted softly, and took a few steps back.

Naturally, the graceful and graceful dancing posture is gone.

Such a loud noise naturally alarmed Hua Chaoshi, Wan Qian, and the heads of wealthy merchants and households headed by Xue Baochang in the front hall.

The movements of their hands stopped suddenly.Some raised their glasses and were preparing to drink from them, while others held chopsticks with a piece of food suspended in the air...

At the same time, they all turned to look at the governor who was looking up.

"Lord Governor, this is..." Hua Chaoshi squinted his eyes, glanced at the fine wine and delicacies scattered on the floor, then stared at Fangtang, and asked in confusion.

Wan Qian and others shook their heads, as if they wanted to shake off the "drunken feeling" lingering in their minds, and then stared at Fangtang in strangeness and surprise.

Why did you drop the table?

Fang Tang ignored Hua Chaoshi and the others. He just stared at the yamen servant and asked loudly: "You mean, King Poyang returned to Jiangzhou and knocked on the door? In addition, there is also a Zi Senior officer?"

King Poyang?
Purple-robed officer?

Hua Chaoshi and others, who were next, heard these two keywords and immediately sobered up.

They looked at each other with disbelief and confusion in their eyes.

Of course, there is still a trace of fear.

Their behavior of hiding in the Yamen really violated a huge taboo.

If they were caught, they would lose their official positions and serve as minors, and their family members would go to jail together, which would be the real disaster.

After Fang Tang asked that question, before the yamen officer had time to answer, Hua Chaoshi scolded: "That's nonsense. The plague is rampant outside and the streets are in chaos. When the plague is raging, you actually said that someone is here." ? Or King Poyang and a purple-robed official?"

Some facts are too cruel and serious. For Hua Chaoshi and others, they are extremely unwilling to believe that kind of result.

Rather than saying that Hua Chaoshi was scolding the yamen servant, it would be better to say that he was emboldening himself.

Or self-deception.

After Hua Chaoshi said these words, everyone stared at the yamen servant.

Wan Qian also rolled up his sleeves. If this was really a prank, he would be ready to chop off the officer's head on the spot!
As the governor of a state, Fang Tang is naturally not as shallow as Wan Qian.

This yamen servant is his confidant and treats him well. He is confident that this yamen servant will not play tricks on him.

Besides, he is just a government official. Does he have the guts to play tricks on the governor?

impossible!
But Fang Tang didn't speak, and stared at the servant, waiting to see what he had to say.

The yamen servant was worried. To be honest, he already felt a little regretful, but as an "old fritter", how could he let himself fall into such a dangerous situation?

He was just a messenger, and he didn't bring the news.

So, the yamen officer hurriedly dismissed the blame: "Master Governor, and other gentlemen, this message was sent by the concierge. The concierge is outside. Why not call him and ask?"

Fang Tang nodded and waved his hand: "Bring the concierge in!"

The yamen officer secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was finally getting rid of the blame.

If the concierge had made it up, if this matter were held on him, it would be a charge of lax security at most...

Following Fang Tang's order, the door to the front hall opened. Two government servants outside took hold of a boy's arms and dragged him into the front hall.

"Sir, the concierge will bring you here!"

"Well, are you the concierge?" Fang Tang looked at the boy and asked.

Naturally, this boy was the second son of the concierge. When he saw the Governor, Master Changshi, Master Sima, etc., he began to feel nervous.

(End of this chapter)