Look at the people who came one after another, although they were dressed modestly, they were dressed neatly, and there were no patches on their clothes. This kind of natural identity is so clear in the eyes of Lao Yu, who has been doing business with ordinary people all year round - these people are by no means ordinary people.

The teahouse was full, there were no women or children, and eighty percent of them were young adults. There are only one or two middle-aged people, but judging from the mood in their eyes, they are definitely not idlers who come to pass the boring time. Those young people, sitting upright and unsmiling, drinking tea are rigorous, and suddenly look like Sven people, but their eyes are introverted, which makes people unconsciously feel a pressure when they look at it twice, but this pressure is not a little arrogant.

Lao Yu stood behind the tea cabinet, wiped a tea bowl with a piece of cheesecloth, and swept the tea in the teahouse from time to time with his drooping eyebrows, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was another story in it. But he was not afraid, because he felt that these people were probably VIPs of the province, and they were definitely not bandits. In Kyoto, there are no mountain bandits who dare to gather crowds to make trouble so blatantly, and Zhao Guo is only established, and Guoxin is flourishing, it is impossible to appear so soon in the situation of Zhou Guo's official bandit family. Moreover, as far as his capital is old in the teahouse, and it is not a high-end restaurant with a golden land and aristocratic reputation like the 'Baiyunju' in the inner city, he can't squeeze out a few taels of silver if he robs it all, who will be rare?

As a result, in Lao Yu's eyes, the curiosity became heavier and heavier. But soon the first thing he realized in his heart was that no matter what happened next, he must not watch and ask too much. Isn't it obvious enough that others seem to be hiding their identities, but in fact they want to suppress their own identity?

After a while, a person came, and a person he knew his identity walked in alone, and at this time, Lao Yu's heart chuckled, and he understood a little, and hurriedly retreated to the back kitchen to make tea.

Because as soon as this person arrived, Lao Yu knew that the people and things that he shouldn't know and shouldn't see came.

Yan Lu was dressed in civilian clothes, did not bring a attendant, and walked into the teahouse alone to answer the appointment.

As soon as he entered the door, as a military general, he clearly felt that the young people sitting and drinking tea in the teahouse were all kung fu, and some of the excitement and apprehension in his heart were raised by a point.

He was excited to meet the adult for the first time, and he was worried, why did the adult see him at this time? Even when he came to such an ordinary and even a little shabby small teahouse, it was the adult who deliberately lowered his price, but after he got the news, he changed his clothes and rushed over, and the pressure in his heart still did not reduce much.

The small is hidden in the forest, and the big is hidden in the city. The higher the status of the person, only when the heart is strong enough to control the identity position, as long as the work is needed, they do not care much about this kind of superficial pomp. The kind of confidence and coercion that has been born in the bones is not all piled up by pomp and circumstance. The more people who don't care about these things, the more terrifying the thunder methods are.

As soon as Yan Lu walked into the teahouse, a young man approached and beckoned to lead the way. Although Yan Lu didn't know the person's name and identity, he didn't dare to slack off and followed him to a table.

At the table sat a middle-aged man of about fifty. This person's eyebrows are very light, but when he lifts his eyelids and his eyes are completely open, those eyes are clustered without eyebrows, and his eyes are as sharp as thorns, so that people dare not look directly.

When the middle-aged man saw Yan Lu coming, he put down the hand that had been holding the tea bowl, and when half of his face under his nose was completely exposed, his slightly curved lips softened the lines of his whole face.

"Yan Lu?"

"Yes."

"Sit."

Yan Lu didn't dare to sit alone, but when he heard this word coming out of the middle-aged man's mouth, he sat down silently.

Some people have consciously stepped forward to pour tea for Yan Lu, but he is not the owner of the teahouse and the running hall.

It was the young man who led Yan Lu to the table who poured the tea. I saw that when the teapot tilted slightly in his hand, the tea became a fine spring, volleying down into the air and hitting the tea bowl in front of Yan Lu, but it didn't splash a bit, just made a variety of sounds.

The tea had been poured and steamed, making a little barrier between the two of them. Yan Lu's eyebrows flattened a little, but his shoulders were still slightly tense. At this time, I heard the middle-aged man sitting opposite slowly speak: "Last night, you ordered the archers on the city tower to do that?" ”

Yan Lu's heart moved, and he said respectfully: "Yes, but"

He only said two words, then closed his mouth and swallowed back the doubt in his heart.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled a little, and then said, "You don't explain, and I don't know if it's good or bad." Well, I'll find a chance to check the details of this matter. For the sake of His Majesty, the ability of the Kyoto Habayashi Army, whether from the inside or outside, should not be so. ”

Yan Lu was stunned, then stood up, clenched his fists deeply, and said, "Master Xie." ”

The middle-aged man also stood up, patted Yan Lu's shoulder with his hand, and then said, "You go to Qingzhou, don't be dissatisfied." Cheongju is on the sea, and there are many things that you can't learn on land. Don't be yourself there, you should eat and drink. ”

Yan Lu listened to such caring and meticulous words, and his heartstrings couldn't help but loosen, and he lowered his head a little heavier.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand, then left the table and walked out of the teahouse. When he was close to the door, he said, "I'll go first, you can stay, and taste Kyoto's tea again." ”

The middle-aged man just left, and when Yan Lu raised his head, even the young people who accompanied him walked out for the most part.

The middle-aged man was at the front, and it wasn't until he stood up that Yan Lu discovered that this Beijing official, who had been immersed in officialdom for nearly thirty years, did not have a consistent literati attitude. Especially when the young man beside him naturally covered a blue-brown cloak over his shoulders, the wide cloak did not make him look short, but had the demeanor of a general that Yan Lu had not seen for a long time. This couldn't help but remind Yan Lu of the memories of standing behind that person a few years ago, looking at the enemy army under the cliff.

When the middle-aged man walked around the corner of the side street, the cloak made of animal skin and silk was blown up by a gust of wind, making a dull sound of "poof". Yan Lu had a stirring in his mind, and suddenly realized how ridiculous his idea was just now. This world, after all, belongs to the Wang family, and the one who can make him look forward to standing in front of him is also the emperor of the Wang family after all, as a military general, this belief cannot be moved.

Yan Lu's gaze did not retract from the corner of the street for a long time, and there was a slight astringency in his mouth. At this time, Lao Yu, the owner of the teahouse, finally walked out of the back furnace room, waved at Yan Lu, and then said respectfully: "Official, do you want any more dim sum with tea?" ”

Yan Lu is old in understanding, but this understanding is only a vague concept. The elder Yu of the inner city has been there a few times, and he is fortunate to see Yan Lu with light armor on the city tower, so he knows that Yan Lu is a Beijing official, and his authority is to guard the inner city tower, but he doesn't know the detailed name.

Thinking of the security order in Kyoto on this person, Lao Yu has respect for Yan Lu, but when he thinks of the pomp and circumstance of the middle-aged man and his party, he can only be more respectful, and he is not clear about the actual things such as identity and status, and the other party is just a nobleman.

Not all big people can get close, and sometimes, don't let such characters feel that they have deliberately close elements. If you are not sincere, don't blame others for treating you as a salted fish.

Yan Lu didn't say anything immediately in the face of the teahouse owner's respect, but just sat down at the table generously, picked up the bowl of tea that had been poured by the young man beside the middle-aged man before, and looked at it before he said lightly: "Did you pay off the tea fees for those teas just now?" ”

Lao Yu's heart moved when he heard this, and he hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and replied in a harmonious voice: "It's all paid, thank you for your concern." ”

Yan Lu smiled when he heard this, then took out a little bit of silver from his arms, put it in the hands of the teahouse owner with his own hands, and then said lightly: "I am used to drinking, so I am not used to drinking light tea, go and bring me a pot of the most bitter tea in your shop." ”

As soon as the silver was acquired, Lao Yu had a number in his heart. Whether the content of his answer just now is true or false, it is not as generous as this nobleman, and the broken silver given by this ingot himself may not be enough to buy half of the girl's song in the 'Feixia Building' in the inner city, but it can exceed his income in the teahouse for three days. With this alone, the hands and feet of the old man who are good at mixing tea, cooking tea, and serving tea are much sharper.

A bowl of amber old tea soup is held in the hand, smelling fragrant, but it tastes extremely bitter. Yan Lu took a sip, frowned, and slowly tasted the taste of the tea. The bitter throat pierced his intestines, but what remained in his mouth in the end was a faint sweetness, which was very different from the kind of chest piercing pleasure he usually had after drinking strong wine, and he couldn't help but recall every word that the middle-aged man had said to him.

On April 15 of the first year of Zhaoli, Yan Lu got into a carriage bound for Qingzhou. Leaving Beijing this time, I don't know when I will be able to return again, but unfortunately, I have to go to Qingzhou to go through Ningmen again.

When the carriage passed through the Ning Gate, Yan Lu couldn't help but lift the curtain of the carriage, like a girl out of the pavilion looking back at her mother's family, looking at the city tower he had guarded, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.

But when the carriage drove out of the Ning Gate, Yan Lu turned around and found that under the city wall next to the city gate, several city guards were repairing the city tower with stone bricks. Somehow, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart, and as the carriage went away, it became unclear.

Above the Ning Gate, a blue-brown cloak was neatly folded into a ribbon, and it was held in the hands of a young man who stood like a javelin with a solemn expression. Beside him, a middle-aged man with white spots in his sideburns sat on a rattan chair steadily, looking at the wisps of dust rolled up behind the carriage convoy that had gone far, and slowly put down the tea cup in his hand.

He stood up, his fingers unconsciously pressed on the stone bricks of the city wall, rubbing his fingertips with his five fingers, feeling the frosted feeling coming from the uneven places on the stone bricks, and only after a while did he sit and drink tea with him just now, and was bored playing with the tea cup lid at this time, he said, "What do you think?" ”