Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

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The next morning, Shen Ming got up early.

Since arriving in this world, the rhythm of his life has become quite regular.

When he opened the door, the bright morning light made him squint.

Looking sideways, I saw someone sitting in the corner by the door. It was the girl who had sold herself to bury her father yesterday.

She sat against the wall, curled up and bent her legs, and slept outside her house all night.

The little girl's clothes were thin, with many clumps of thread, and there were scattered mud marks on her tattered shoes.

It was a cool autumn night, and her thin body was blown by the night wind all night, and she shivered in her sleep.

Shen Ming knelt down and patted her head. It was wet. The fog in the autumn morning was too heavy and it moistened her hair.

The girl was already sleeping lightly. She opened her eyes in confusion and saw Shen Ming. She blinked her eyes to regain consciousness and kowtowed to Shen Ming in a panic.

"Hello, sir!" The voice was timid.

Shen Ming supported her and was also surprised:

"You slept outside my house all night? But you have something to do with me?"

The girl nodded obediently, took out a tightly wrapped cloth handkerchief from her arms, unwrapped it layer by layer, and handed it to Shen Ming with both hands.

But it was the money Shen Ming gave her yesterday.

"Man...Man'er can't accept your money. Man'er is willing to be the master's slave...serve you for the rest of his life."

The girl's voice was soft and still timid.

She had rehearsed these words in her mind all night last night, but now she said them with panic.

Shen Ming patted her head again, with her two buns drooping like a rabbit's ears.

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"Boy Shen, do you really plan to take her with you?" Old Man Jiang stuffed the hot meat buns into his mouth and shook his legs, his voice unclear.

Shen Ming sighed, feeling helpless.

Just now he went out to collect supplies to fill up the arm armor of Fengtao. The little girl followed him all the way, like a little tail, for fear that Shen Ming would lose her.

Now, sitting around the dining table in the food stall, the little girl was very hungry, but she couldn't help but look at the food on the table.

Qiao Shengsheng stood beside Shen Ming and saw that his tea cup was empty. She stood on tiptoes and filled it with tea.

Old Man Jiang saw it and calmly drank the tea in his cup and put the tea cup away.

The little girl was very discerning and picked up the teapot on tiptoes. The teapot was too heavy and she had difficulty holding it. She walked over and filled it for Old Man Jiang, then returned to Shen Ming and stood timidly.

Afraid that I have done something wrong.

Her feet were small and awkwardly placed together, as if she wanted to hide them.

The shoes are too dirty and a little worn.

She was afraid that Shen Ming would see it and dislike her.

"Take it with you first." Shen Ming made up his mind. Old Man Jiang did not refute, but stuffed another bun into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.

Shen Ming bought a new set of clothes for the little girl, and she dressed up herself.

Her whole body looked pretty, and although her skin was not fair, it was wheat-colored, which was really cute.

"Your name is Man'er, right?" Shen Ming saw that she looked different from ordinary farm children, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Yes, sir." Man'er's voice was clear.

"Don't call me master from now on, call me young master." Shen Ming patted her head again, bouncing her buns.

"Okay, Master... Young Master."

Man'er was thin and small, far different from the eleven or twelve-year-old children in Shen Ming's previous life.

There were more people on his mount, but it had no effect. The three of them galloped all the way and continued towards the capital.

Drought continues, and there are many refugees along the way. This autumn should be the harvest season, but the fields are full of desolation.

This area is full of green peaks, and the mountains stretch as far as the eye can see. After walking for more than ten days, after passing Longguan, the terrain changed again, and a wide river crisscrossed freely, with angry waves.

Although the water level is a bit low, it is still majestic.

"After I passed Long Pass, I was not far from Yanzhou. That place was the ancient capital of two dynasties. Even now, the main city of Yanzhou is also the capital of our dynasty, guarding the capital. It is extremely majestic!"

As Old Man Jiang introduced it to Shen Ming, he pointed to the vast plain ahead. There were some vague ruins standing there, but nothing else could be seen.

According to Old Man Jiang, that area was once where the imperial palaces of Da Qi and Da Zhao were built.

But for some reason, it was not used by Daxin, and now even the traces are hard to see.

Man'er followed Shen Ming closely, but her ears were pointed. She was fascinated by the stories of the previous dynasty told by Old Man Jiang.

But he did not forget to open the kettle and handed it to Shen Ming:

"Master, drink some water."

The two ring buns drooped on the head due to the bumpy ride on the horse, like a cat with folded ears.

"Boy Shen, I'll go to Fudu later and I'll take you to have some fun.

of. "Old man Jiang took a sip of wine with a wretched face.

"Oh? What's so fun?" Shen Ming became more interested.

Old Man Jiang took advantage of Man'er not paying attention, covered his mouth and secretly said in Shen Ming's ear:

"Diva Square."

When Shen Ming heard this, his eyebrows jumped, his heart pounded, and he started beating unconsciously.

Finally, I can see the red light district of this world!

This... simply! Great!

The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing, with excitement on their faces.

Man'er looked at Shen Ming curiously, wondering why her young master suddenly became so happy, with a puzzled look on her face.

"If the young master is happy, Man'er will be happy too!" He immediately stopped worrying and started to have fun with Shen Ming.

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Shanglong City is like a giant dragon coiling its body, located in the north of Yanzhou.

Dusk is approaching, but the lights of this new capital are like daylight, with green bricks and jade tiles shining brightly, and the roofs and cornices echoing each other.

The ridge of the building stretches like a dragon all the way to the south of the city. One of the buildings stands there, with an elegant and rouge-like style, and even the wind blowing has a hint of fragrance.

This Suxue Pavilion is a well-known singing hall in Shanglong City, run by the Daxin official, but it is somewhat similar to the official brothel under the jurisdiction of the Jiaofang Secretary of the Ming Dynasty in Shen Ming's previous life.

The folk customs of Daxin were bold and unrestrained, and it was not uncommon for literati to occasionally hang out in singing halls. It was not uncommon for even high-ranking officials in the court to occasionally have rumors of erotic affairs with singers and dancers.

Li Jinglin was in a bad mood.

The battle in the northern border subsided, and he, the main war faction, was demoted from the center of power in the capital to the capital, which was the best outcome.

During this period, in order to launch a war, he worked hard and did everything possible, and his goal was about to be achieved.

But the inexplicable demon clan crack that appeared in the north turned into a turning point. Then Nan Yu Kingdom suddenly launched an attack, and Mo Bing was really weak! He actually calmed down the fight and even offered his proton! What a waste!

Xiao Yan, the magistrate of Yanzhou, was elegant and handsome, over forty years old, and had a long beard.

He started from a young age and was extremely capable. Wherever he served as an official, he was governed by officials and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. He was promoted to the magistrate of Yanzhou for several years and had an excellent reputation.

This was his first time coming to Suxue Pavilion, and he still couldn't resist it.

Li Jinglin had been in high and low official positions for many years, and had long since developed the ability to keep his expression calm. At the moment, his expression was clear, and he was drinking with Xiao Xian.

Ironically speaking, today's banquet was hosted by Xiao Xi.

He is about to enter Beijing to become prime minister. This phase was vacated after Li Jinglin was demoted.

The group of people were sitting in the elegant seats of Suxue Pavilion, each with their own thoughts. Suddenly they heard the noise downstairs, and all looked in that direction.

An old man with a yellow face, a handsome young man, and a little girl of eleven or twelve years old.

What a strange combination. Could it be that three generations of grandfather and grandson came to the song hall to drink and have fun?