At this time, there was already some commotion outside the Geshu Mansion, and the officials and servants who were waiting to see also gathered together to point out from time to time, and there was a lot of discussion. For the sake of low profile, Qin Jin did not let the car enter Yongjiafang, but got off the car outside the gate of Yongjiafang, and walked into the workshop with only one entourage of Li Gou'er.

Entering the Yongjia Fang, the situation inside is more real, and An Zhenyuan, the Taifu Temple, seems to be arguing with the deacon of Geshu Mansion, and the range of body movements is relatively large, as if he is very emotional.

Li Gou'er, who was following behind Qin Jin, pouted and said, "This servant An Taifu also surrendered his identity, why can't he let his entourage talk about it?"

Qin Jin only then realized the disharmony of this picture, in this era of strict identity barriers, often the superior will not have a direct dialogue with the servants and subordinates outside, especially in public disputes, which will not only affect the prestige and become the laughing stock of officialdom, but also affect the official reputation.

For example, the Tang Law has a clear rule that officials are not allowed to enter and leave the city at will, that is to say, although the East and West markets in Chang'an City are lively, according to the Tang Law, these officials have no chance to see them, so they can only send servants and entourage to buy what they need.

Of course, there are also people who enter and leave without permission despite the ban, especially the various shadow officials in Chang'an City, most of whom are nobles and nobles, and basically treat a thick Tang law as waste paper. And Jingzhao Mansion will not be full and have nothing to do, and it will not be happy for itself in this trivial matter of sesame mung beans.

"Communiqué personal vendetta ......"

An Yuanzhen's voice suddenly raised a lot, and Qin Jin didn't know what he said earlier, but these four words clearly entered his ears.

Getting closer, even the voice of the deacon of the Geshu Mansion who was theorizing with An Yuanzhen could be heard intermittently clearly.

"The thief is against Hu, the old man didn't arrest all of them, it's already a great fairness, and it's still noisy......?

The attitude is so bad that it is no different from insulting one's own servants, if not worse.

An Yuanzhen trembled with anger, shaking his beard excitedly, his face turned from red to white, and gradually from white to red, pointing at the deacon, but his speech did not shine.

"Isn't ...... Isn't ...... How can there be...... This ......"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes rolled, and the whole person was paralyzed, and the servants of the An family hurriedly helped their head of the house up when they saw this...... The outside of Geshu's mansion suddenly became a mess like a pot of gruel.

The deacon of Geshu Mansion shouted dissatisfiedly: "Be quiet, you have shocked the old minister, can you know the consequences?"

The officials, who were still talking, immediately lost their voices, and even if there were speakers, they began to talk to each other and whisper in low voices.

It is said that the seven-grade official in front of the prime minister's door, when he saw it today, it was true, and even the slaves in Yang Guozhong's mansion were afraid that they could not compare to the domestic slaves of Ge Shuhan. The good impression that "Geshu brought a knife at night" to Qin Jin gradually began to disintegrate.

Qin Jin planned to go to the concierge and hand over the name card and obediently go to the end of the line to line up, if he could see this old man Geshu, he would see it, and if he couldn't see it, even if he couldn't see it, it would be out of sight.

Due to the strict rules of this era, different people have to wear corresponding clothes when they meet different occasions. For example, when the emperor is usually in the emperor's clothes, he must wear official clothes, and when visiting officials, he must wear civilian clothes. Therefore, the retinue of officials carried a bag containing various clothes for the head of the household to deal with different occasions. At this time, Qin Jin had already hurriedly changed into civilian clothes, and his collared cloth robe was neat and neat, but in the eyes of outsiders, he became a complete poor and sour appearance, and he was also a down-and-out son who came to the door to ask for an official.

When the servant in charge of receiving the worship post in the concierge saw Qin Jin's appearance, he had the intention to make things difficult. This kind of poor acid has been seen a lot all day long, and everyone has no long things, but they are all pretentious, which is really disgusting.

"Today is full, please come back tomorrow!"

If the other party knew each other, he handed over a few gold leaves, and he might be accommodating, but when he saw that Qin Jin was still wearing linen clothes, he had already concluded that this person was a poor ghost. As the prime minister's gatehouse, it can be regarded as reading countless people, but everyone in Chang'an City who has a little status must wear a robe sewn with silk brocade, if it is winter, the family of the rich will also wear a special winter coat made of Shu cotton, which is soft and warm.

This man was dressed in the same clothes as a saddle worthy of a horse, and a slave like them, who had read countless people, could judge the approximate status of the person who came by just one glance.

Unexpectedly, the person turned around and gestured at the entourage behind him, and then the porter slave noticed that this poor sour still had an entourage. But when he saw the entourage open the cloth bag he was carrying, the porter said in his heart, he couldn't have lost his eyes, this person didn't seem to be a dead brain. Money is spent here, and it can be regarded as a positive knife.

But when the attendant found two posts in the cloth bag, the porter's servant immediately changed color.

"They all say that today's guests are full, and you can't hear clearly?"

At the same time, he impatiently pushed back the two posts handed by the attendant.

When a person arrives at the home of an official or dignitary, he or she presents a letter of worship to indicate the identity and status of the person who has come to visit. The concierge did not accept the worship post, so he naturally refused the other party's visit.

Qin Jin only watched the porter slave perform to his heart's content, without saying a word. Li Gou'er had ever been ridiculed and humiliated like this, and said angrily: "Brother Shu's old minister's post, you dare to return it?

The porter servant was annoyed and ashamed, he had never seen a visitor dare to be so presumptuous, let alone a slave. However, when Li Gou'er spread out Ge Shuhan's name card and slapped it in front of him, his face suddenly turned purple red.

This guy handed over the name of the old man of Geshu. This means that the poor sour man in front of him is a guest invited by the old minister Geshu, and it is not his turn to call the shots whether he sees it or not.

The porter slave glared at Li Gou'er viciously, and then pretended to say: "In that case, put the post here, and wait over there!"

Qin Jin didn't argue with it, since he didn't meet him immediately, let's go outside and line up.

Looking at Qin Jin's back, the porter smirked, it doesn't matter if he sees or not, but when he sees it depends on when he submits the name post.

Just as he was proud, Ge Shuhan's personal old servant rushed over with a look of urgency, this is the oldest deacon in Geshu's mansion, and he is also the most trusted person in Geshuhan.

The porter servant hurried over a few steps, "If you have something to order, why do you have to work yourself?"

The old deacon took a breath and said, "The old man is in a hurry...... Is there an official surnamed Qin who came to send a prayer post?"

The official who sent the post, he remembered the name and rank of the post clearly, there was indeed no one surnamed Qin, just shook his head and said no, but suddenly remembered that he had just received the post in his hand and hadn't read it, wouldn't it be so coincidental?

The porter servant glanced at it secretly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, and two posts slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The old deacon had such eyesight, and when he saw the expression of the porter, he bent down and picked up the two posts, and glanced at them roughly.

At this time, the porter also realized that he was in trouble, but he always felt that the other party was just a cloth cloth gentleman who was quite appreciated by the old man, and he would not lose what he had eaten!

The old deacon reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "I missed the old minister's big business, you are good-looking!"

"A cloth shirt, as for ......"

The porter replied subconsciously.

The old deacon sneered and responded: "Cloth cloth, you can only know who he is when you kill him?" Even the Son of Heaven said that he would see him......

The porter servant was completely dumbfounded, can anyone who can casually consult the Son of Heaven, still use it to go to the old minister's mansion to ask for an official? Today I finally lost my eyes......

Under the guidance of this short-sighted killing talent, the old deacon found Qin Jin sitting in the carriage outside the door of Yongjiafang, and because he had been sitting for a long time, the wound on his leg began to ache faintly again.

The old deacon of the Geshu Mansion was more or less acquainted with the officials who were waiting to be seen, and when he saw him personally come to the outside of the gate to greet an official waiting for him, they were all curious to see what the sacred was, especially since this sacred statue was also in order with them.

Qin Jin did not make many public appearances in Chang'an City, and most of the people who attended the martial arts and military performances in the Forbidden Garden were important ministers above the fifth grade, so there were not many people who knew Qin Jin outside Yongjiafang.

However, there were still one or two who had seen Qin Jin, and exclaimed, "Isn't this the lieutenant general of the Shenwu Army!"

"Zhonglang General, which Shenwu Army Zhonglang General?"

"Which one else can it be, of course, the Zhonglang general Qin Jin who came back from Xin'an all the way!"

Qin Jin's name has been rumored in the market for a long time, especially the heads of the two anti-Hu rebels outside Qinglong Temple, which is the most intuitive shock. It's just that those curious people who have only heard of his name but have never seen him would never have imagined that the rumored murderous General Qin would be born like a scholar.

Under the sideways gaze of everyone, Qin Jin was led by the old deacon to the door of Geshu Mansion again, and the doorman who was fighting with people was already trembling like chaff in fright, and he involuntarily knelt on the spot.

Qin Jin looked at the porter with a look of pity in his eyes, although this person was hateful, in the final analysis, he was also a pitiful person, as for what the other party stammered, he only smiled.

Entering the mansion, Qin Jin finally saw the thunderous Shangshu left servant shooting Brother Shuhan.

But seeing that Ge Shuhan's hair was gray, but his voice was like a bell, if it weren't for the subtle disharmony between his hands and feet, it would be difficult for people to associate him with the old man who had had a stroke.

"Go down and go to the Shenwu Army, the lieutenant general Qin Jin to meet the old man of Geshu!"

"General Qin doesn't have to be so polite, come and come, and sit down and talk!"

Ge Shuhan is quick to talk, his attitude is enthusiastic and unpretentious, Qin Jin feels completely different from being in Yang Guozhong's house, he is also thinking about what Ge Shuhan wants to call him over!

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