Wu Yuanqing is not a fool, as an official of Zongzheng Temple, he has never been a fool. Doing things for the royal family, where can fools live long.

So Wu Yuanqing is not only not stupid, but very smart.

It was precisely because of his cleverness that he felt that Song Mian's appearance was too abrupt.

As the saying goes: Giving shallow words is deep, and a gentleman is precautioned. Song Mian's friendship with him was not at all. Such two people who had just met, Song Mian told him so many things that he didn't have, and if he wanted to say that there were no ghosts, Wu Yuanqing didn't believe it.

However, even if he knew that there were ghosts, Wu Yuanqing was still a little curious about the affairs of the Bingzhou Yamen.

First, because he didn't come to find trouble, he just wanted to meet Su Peng. Second, he also has the imperial mandate in his body, to see if the land of Longxing in the Tang Dynasty is as quiet as the documents often received by the court.

Song Mian's appearance made him believe that Bingzhou City was not a harmonious atmosphere. Coupled with the things he had discovered in the past two days, he felt more and more that a storm was coming.

"But does this man know who I am?" When he and Song Mian were sitting in the teahouse, Wu Yuanqing couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"Let's merge the state, like the history of the assassin, don't drive, and the long history, these big people are polite to get along with people. It's these villains below who are very annoying. A bowl of tea went down, and Song Mian continued what he hadn't said before.

"It's not common for you to be stopped at the door, but you can't blame those boys. After all, they had been at the yamen for so long, and they couldn't send anyone's posts to the assassin's table. In that case, the assassin doesn't have to deal with official documents, and he just receives people every day.

You say yes, Takeji Cheng. ”

After speaking, Wu Yuanqing's heart words, as if he was afraid that Wu Yuanqing would misunderstand, Song Mian hurriedly added: "Don't get me wrong, I just saw your famous post, that's why I played such a little clever." ”

The advantage of talking to smart people is that it is easy and easy to understand.

As soon as Song Mian's words fell, Wu Yuanqing pondered for a while, and then understood what Song Mian meant.

Although he still had some doubts about Song Mian's origin, Wu Yuanqing was also a little grateful to Song Mian for helping him avoid a head-on conflict with the yamen just now.

But gratitude is gratitude, Wu Yuanqing is not the person who talks deeply. Regarding Song Mian's words, he just nodded slightly, and asked casually: "According to your statement, is it reasonable for them to find names at will?" ”

"Wu Sicheng misunderstood, I didn't mean to excuse them. I've said it before, but I can't blame them all. As for looking for a famous post privately, it is natural that they are at fault first. Later, he tried to be unreasonable to the temple, which was even more unreasonable.

It's just that I have to make it clear to Sicheng first, that is, they don't know Sicheng's identity, and they only treat you like this because they treat you as a white ding. ”

This time, Wu Yuanqing was a little confused by Song Mian.

At first, I thought that Song Mian was going to fall into the well, but later I felt that Song Mian was helping people to exonerate. How do you know that after excusing two sentences, Song Mian's words turned back. This spinning around is more confusing than the grass on the wall.

Wu Yuanqing was cautious, so he didn't say anything at this time, just nodded noncommittally, thanked Song Mian again, and was about to say goodbye.

"If Wu Sicheng wants to see the history of the assassination, I can submit the name card on my behalf."

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Yuanqing still nodded, and let Song Mian do it. Jiujiu Chinese

Looking at the back that was slowly moving away, Song Mian said with a smile: "The upper and lower are dry, the mountains and the sky are big, it's really good......

"Give money!" The second child in the teahouse was not as interested as Song Mian, so he walked to Song Mian's side and muttered angrily.

Song Mian looked up and down at Xiao Er, and asked, "Why?" ”

Xiao Er didn't speak, stomped his foot lightly, his toes turned upward, and then Song Mian saw that the man's shoes grew like a dead fish, and the broken stitches were like door curtains, a breeze blew, and the fluttering door curtain came out with a burst of salted fish.

Even in order to avoid the smell of salted fish, Song Mian had no choice but to take out ten big coins from his arms and hand them over to his buddy in a row.

After accepting the money, the man was still not satisfied, and threw down the sentence "I will add money next time I go to such a far place" and turned to leave, beckoning the guests at the table to go.

Song Mian smiled and got up to leave.

Out of the teahouse, walk along the street of Bingzhou City, and you can walk to the small courtyard where Song Mian lived before.

However, Song Mian did not go there today, but went to Ye Qing's house.

During this period of time, Ye Qing has been busy with the affairs of the food store, so he is not at home.

Song Mian, who ran away in vain, was not in a hurry, only said that he was not in a hurry, so he squatted down at the door of the Ye family, saying that he was waiting for Ye Qing to come back here.

The people of the Ye family had already recognized Song Mian, so they were busy inviting him in and waiting. But it's easy to say, Song Mian didn't get up, and the subordinates could only let Song Mian sit on the steps at the door.

Sitting on the steps, with wine in her right hand and peanuts in her left hand, Song Mianmei closed her eyes.

Ye Qing, who finally returned to the door of his house empty, saw such a picture, and the expression on his face was not only helpless, but also a trace of envy.

"Come, sit." Without waiting for Ye Qing to speak, Song Mian opened his eyes and beckoned Ye Qing to sit on the threshold with him with a smile.

If it's a small family, it's really normal to sit on the threshold. However, no matter how the Ye family says it, it is also a big family, and Ye Qing is also a person with a head and face in Bingzhou City, so it would be a little indecent for him to sit on the threshold at the gate.

But if you stand next to Song Mian, you have a feeling of being on top. Standing at the bottom of the steps, his posture was a little lower.

When Ye Qing was hesitating, Song Mian chuckled lightly and said seemingly casually: "Why, can't Ye Zhang's even sit on the threshold of his own house?" ”

"You should know that I don't have to do it. It's just that the merchants of Bingzhou City are not only our family, I sit on the doorstep today, and some people may say tomorrow that I am a broken doorman. After waving his hand and sending his subordinates into the courtyard gate, Ye Qing hesitated for a moment, but still sat next to Song Mian.

However, Ye Qing's back was straight, and he was not as casual and relaxed as Song Mian.

"I know what you're worried about. However, if you don't even dare to sit at the door of your house, how boring will that day be.

I haven't told you before, but I've seen too many big families fall day by day......"