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Chapter 215 Gu Yu's Glass of Wine
In the rainy season, the spring is cold, and a man in a green shirt with an oiled paper umbrella under his arm is on his way on the official road.

Last night, the light rain had just stopped, and the road was very muddy. Sometimes a carriage galloped by, splashing muddy water on his body, but the man was not annoyed.

Walking to the fork in the road, there is a small tea house, carrying a half-new apricot-yellow flag that is not old.When going out, most of them are thirsty. Although it is only half a mile away from Yangzhou City, seeing that the thatched hut is quite tidy and there is hot soup and warm water supply, most pedestrians can't help but stop and spend a few A lot of money to buy a big bowl of tea to rest.

The man in the blue shirt is no exception.

Entering the teahouse, call the doctor to serve the tea. He is rich and expensive, and his food and clothing are no better than others. He has also tasted the top ten famous teas in the world. He will not be interested in the tea in this small teahouse. He only needs to quench his thirst. It’s okay to be vulgar .Unexpectedly, the yellow-green tea tasted quite sweet, so he couldn't help but taste the tea carefully.

The tea leaves are ordinary tea leaves, and the water used to make the tea is also an ordinary landscape, but the tea fragrance is mixed with a faint fragrance of daughters, which has a special taste.

The man raised his head, looked at the slender figure in the blue calico dress behind the teahouse, and thought in his heart, no wonder the world's celebrities gather in Yangzhou, and even an ordinary teahouse hides delicate beauties.

He was originally a romantic person, although he didn't mean to be abrupt, but the beauty, beautiful scenery and tea are all available, so he couldn't help but feel happy, so he immediately changed his original plan, and ordered the doctor to serve two special dishes, just pour the tea, and start drinking.

His gesture quickly attracted the attention of several Confucian scholars sitting next to him.

Since ancient times, literati have looked down on each other, not to mention that although this man in green shirt is half body muddy, his appearance is quite extraordinary, and the material of his clothes also has a hint of brilliance.The Confucian scholars deliberately said something about Ziyue's poems loudly. Seeing that he ignored him, they inserted current political comments, which attracted the tea drinkers on the side to listen attentively.Even the slender girl behind the straw curtain in the teahouse went to the curtain and listened to their high-spirited talk.

"...The first emperor worked hard to govern, promoted the imperial examinations inside, and ruled the Turks outside, leaving behind this iron barrel, which should have lasted forever. However, the young emperor was young, and there were three poisons in the court. The queen mother exercised power, her relatives intervened in politics, and the vassal kings were divided! Among them, the queen mother What's wrong with playing power. A woman is supposed to keep her own life, care for her husband and teach her children, but she is a rooster in charge of the morning when she asks about political affairs. If she has the virtue of a civilized queen mother, it's fine, but she is as vicious as Queen Lu, and her methods are not as good as Zhao Feiyan. It's only been a year At that time, the capital will be turned into a miasma!"

The scholar in the light blue shirt shook his head and said, and a strong man was filled with righteous indignation, and said with emotion: "General Ye is a master of martial arts, Wen can be peaceful and military can set the country, but he was so angry by these young people that he invited him out of Beijing." , rule the south of the Yangtze River, and live in a peaceful corner. Although we people in the south of the Yangtze River have been blessed by this, we feel ashamed when we think that the people on the north bank of the Yangtze River are living in poverty!"

"The words of a strong man are serious. Why doesn't General Ye want to go back to the capital to do great things for the world? It's just that the government is controlled by traitors, and General Ye is really powerless. Even if he governs the south of the Yangtze River, there are still troubles. I remember last year when the peach blossom flood started, General Ye Going to supervise the construction of the embankment in person, who would have thought that after only a few days out of the city, ignorant mobs were instigated by traitors and besieged the general manager's mansion! Although the matter was finally resolved without any surprises and dangers, but in retrospect, it makes people shudder. I really want to kill them all!"

The scholar in light moonlight clothes unscrupulously criticized the government, and the bystanders listened and nodded in agreement.

The brawny man who had spoken earlier sighed even more: "General Ye is indeed too gentle. I heard that the late emperor ordered him to be the chief minister and chief minister, and to assist the young emperor together with His Royal Highness King Wei, but General Ye felt that he was too young. I am afraid that it will be difficult to convince the public, so I resolutely resign. Therefore, my position as the Great Sima and General is still undecided, but it is the Empress Dowager who is in the party.

"The king of Wei is not—"

"The king of Wei is also a loyal person. He is afraid of being suspected of deceiving the emperor and usurping the throne. He has turned a blind eye to many things. In a year, most of them have cultivated their moral character."

The scholar in the light moonlight shirt sighed, and seemed very dissatisfied with Wei Wang's behavior of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, deliberately moderate behavior.

"According to what you said, General Ye avoided living in Yangzhou, wouldn't he also—"

"How can General Ye and the King of Wei be on the same page! General Ye's temporary residence in the south of the Yangtze River is to bear the burden of humiliation. He has a heart to help the country, and he may enter the capital to serve the king at any time. If it weren't for General Ye who could not bear it and sit in the south of the Yangtze River, how could those youngsters do it?" Still not daring to go beyond the rules? I heard that a warrior in brocade clothes with a Beijing accent wandered around the manager's mansion, and disappeared within a few months. Most likely...the capital is worried about General Ye and is trying to assassinate him!"

The scholar in the light blue clothes spoke happily, and all the street people were fascinated by it, wishing they could stick to him.

The scholar who got the encouragement spit up more and more, he talked incessantly, and the more he talked, the more bizarre he was.The guest in green shirt next to them heard their absurd and uninhibited talk, but did not speak. He drank tea and ate vegetables slowly, sprinkled a few big money, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and disappeared into the depths of the spring rain.

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It was noon when we entered the city.

Ye Chuan, as the general manager of Yangzhou, has jurisdiction over the military affairs of the various states, from the middle reaches of the Yangtze River to the south of Lingnan, all under his jurisdiction.He is called the general manager of Yangzhou, but he is actually the king of the cracked earth.Naturally, Yangzhou General Manager’s Mansion is also the most eye-catching building in Yangzhou City. If you find a restaurant at random, you can see the Yangzhou General Manager’s Mansion built against the mountain. It is really five steps to the first floor and ten steps to the pavilion; The eaves and teeth are pecking high; it's just that the size of the house is a little too much, but fortunately, the Ye family dominates the south of the Yangtze River, so naturally they don't worry about someone writing a letter.

After eating some Yangzhou special wine and dishes, the man in green shirt walked towards the general manager's mansion with an oil paper umbrella in his hand.

Since Ye Chuan took office, he cleared up commerce and opened up water transport. Yangzhou's wealth is even worse than that of the previous dynasty. The man in green shirt strolled along the road and saw many shops along the street. There were many rare things in the shops, such as Fusang cypress folding fans, Persian glass beads, large Carpets and spices for food, etc., and even black wood carvings in the far west are not uncommon.On the corner of the street, there is a snake player from Tianzhu playing a flute or a flute, which makes the king snake dance lightly, which is very strange.However, the people in Yangzhou are accustomed to this, but it seems that he is rare and strange.

Seeing that all the people in Yangzhou were cleanly dressed, many of them even wore silk shirts, and everyone had satisfied smiles on their faces, the man couldn't help thinking of what he had seen and heard since he got off the boat in Zhenjiang.Along the way, I didn't see any fugitives who bought children, nor poor households wearing patchwork clothes. I stayed at random people in the mountains, and they could kill chickens to entertain guests. It can be seen that Ye Chuan really has a bit of talent.

But in my heart, I was also doubly worried.

There is only a thin line between a hero and a capable minister. The more talented a person is, the more likely he will become a serious threat to the court.

The comments about the Ye family and the government in the teahouse weighed on his heart like a cloud.

The Ye family already has the arrogance of the King of Jiangnan faintly.

This time, perhaps, it was really tricky as he said.

The man remembered the instructions he had received before he left. The uncle, who was always in the ethereal state of the mountains and did not know the sun and the moon, unexpectedly warned him seriously, don't think that after seeing through the dragon's current flow within 20 years, you really understand the completeness of the world. Variety.

"Is the emperor angry? That's all."

He smiled disdainfully, and turned into an alley that was only a hundred steps away from the Governor's Mansion. At the end of the alley, there was already a wooden door waiting for him.The green-shirted guest entered the door, and immediately a boy offered warm tea and warm soup, asking him to take a bath and change clothes, and he accepted it happily. Through the screen, he could see a dozen capable men waiting with lowered eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

The warm water soaked in orchid fragrance slowly washes away the dust of the journey, takes off the muddy green shirt, and puts on a moonlight brocade robe. The man who walks out of the screen can be described as handsome and handsome, with a romantic attitude and an airy demeanor. Ruoxian.

It's a pity that he was born with very good looks, but the group of people waiting outside the screen did not dare to look up. Under the leadership of the leader, they bowed and saluted, and said in their mouths: "I waited for incompetence, and the heavenly master came here in person!"

"Yangzhou has a temper, this matter is not something you can handle."

The man called "Heavenly Master" spoke casually, his tone was extremely cold and indifferent, but because of the dusty aura exuding around him, he would not make people feel arrogant.He casually sat on the bed and took a sip of the sparrow tongue from Jiangnan. The soup rolled on the tip of his tongue for a long time. After tasting the true taste, he let out a leisurely breath and said, "Tea is good tea, but unfortunately the water is not good enough. It's bad too."

"Good advice from Heavenly Master."

The flattery was heard, the man sighed, and said: "My surname is Chu, just call me Mr. Chu, the name of a celestial master is too heavy to be worthy of it!"

"Yes, God...Mr. Chu."

After admonishing them to change their words, Mr. Chu said again: "You have been ordered to stay in Yangzhou for more than a year, what news did you get?"

"The outside of the Ye family is loose and the inside is tight. The twenty-odd nails I have stuffed in...so far no one has been able to enter the inner garden, but it made me laugh."

"It's okay, if you can accomplish this, the palace won't let me come here."

Mr. Chu said mercilessly, tapped the table with his elegant fingers, and ordered those who were ordered by the emperor to supervise the Ye Mansion to present the information they got.

A few days ago, these people knew that Mr. Chu was sent to the palace to be in charge, and the information had been compiled into a book. As soon as he spoke, someone immediately presented three thick books. , position and appearance, a total of 210 seven, Mr. Chu flipped through casually, and soon set his sights on the last book.

Compared with the first two books, the last book was much thinner. When I opened it, I was even more disappointed. There were only three or four pages of content, and the margins were all blank.

"How is this going?"

"I'm incompetent, please Mr. Chu... punish me!"

The people in the room were apologizing, but they didn't dare to look up. Mr. Chu looked at the blank paper for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Forget it, I won't care about this matter. But do you have a small portrait of Mrs. Ye?"

"This—the female family members of the Ye family live in seclusion, and there is no small portrait. But Mrs. Ye must use a jade makeup car every time she travels, which is the most recognizable!"

Liu Hua, who was afraid of offending the Celestial Master again, said cunningly, and presented the album of Mrs. Ye's travels.

Mr. Chu took the scroll with disdain, unfolded it, and the moment he looked at it, he gasped and raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure this is Mrs. Ye's travel map?"

"The jade makeup car is in Yangzhou, no, only Mrs. Ye uses it in the whole of Jiangnan, there is absolutely no possibility of mistake."

Liu Hua said categorically, but he didn't notice that Mr. Chu's proud expression became a little dazed.

"How come...it's exactly the same..."

His thoughts flew to a year ago.

That day was the beginning of the month, the crescent moon hung low, and the moonlight shattered on the bluestone board, splashing a melancholy haze.

(End of this chapter)