Coming out of Meng's house, he walked along the side street where he came in last night, turned a few corners, and went to the royal street.

At night and during the day, you can see the royal street, and there are two different styles.

The royal street at night, under the cover of the night, is like a spicy geisha, with excellent demeanor but wants to refuse to rest, the lights and candles are full of laughter, the prosperity is full of boundless indulgence, the coming and going are all happy guests, the welcome and send-off are all prodigal sons, the tile hook fence is the best time of the day for business at night, the lanterns are burning hot, like the unrestrained enthusiasm of the girls sitting on the railing under the thin clothes.

The royal street during the day has returned to normal, and the bustling flow of people is still flowing from this end to that along the royal street, but the merchants who do business obviously occupy the mainstream, but the front of the tile market is a lot quieter, after all, there are still very few people who get up early in the morning to prostitute themselves.

Yang Xiaolei and Jiulong Angde, looking at the men who came out of the buttons of their Confucian shirts from the tiles, their feet were weak and their faces were pale, so they smiled disdainfully, pointing and mocking.

The people of Shimenfan, where do they understand that Jiangnan regards staying in the Qinglou at night as a very amorous and elegant thing, in the eyes of the barbarians, there is extra money, why not be on the right path, the outside world is so difficult, the threat outside is so huge, is it more important than the fate of the country?

As the saying goes, different ways do not conspire with each other. The eldest grandson Hong did not mean to take them to the tile goulan to have fun and appreciation, and slowly beat his horse in the flow of people, and walked towards the south of the city.

The further south you go, the less crowded the streets become, and gradually, after crossing the Zhong'an Bridge over a river in the city, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road after passing the towering drum tower.

"Most of the offices in this area are the official offices of the imperial court, and there are basically yamen on both sides, so ordinary people rarely come over." Li Tingzhi, the tour guide, said that he pointed to the yamen façade with high heads and big faces on both sides and the side streets on both sides that are wider than ordinary alleys: "Behind this, there are the residences of lords and nobles, which are close to the imperial city and the palace city, and at the foot of the Son of Heaven, it is more convenient to enter and exit, and it is also convenient to go to court in the morning." And living here, isolated from the common people, is also quiet. ”

"But you have also seen that there are also some shops here, which look similar to those in the south, but the inside is very different, not to mention the luxurious decoration, the things inside are all good goods, gold and silver buildings glazed agate, everything, the price is ridiculously high, anyway, every time I go to Beijing, I can only look at it, I can't afford it."

"The official offices of each yamen are arranged according to certain regulations. The Privy Council is the center of the imperial court and is in charge of military power, so it is in the innermost, next to the edge of the imperial city. ”

Gossiped all the way, and after a short time, they arrived at the place, and everyone dismounted, and their own subordinates led the horses to take care of them.

The Privy Council of the Southern Song Dynasty, with a great reputation, fell to the ground, but it was just a row of courtyards that looked very ordinary, but the door was indeed mighty, the lintel of the five bays, the door was nailed with copper nails, the door knocker was as big as an ordinary person's head, the beast-faced tiger head was hideous, and the two rows of mighty forbidden troops in front of the palace stood on both sides, protecting the huge plaque on the top, and the three regular black characters of the "Privy Council" were extraordinarily solemn.

Li Tingzhi went up to deliver the post, and a doorman took it and sent it inside, and another small official came over, and then everyone arranged to rest and wait in a room.

The first time to enter the most mysterious central organ of the Great Song Dynasty, Changsun Hong still felt very novel, entered the gate, bypassed the shadow wall, there are several corridors inside, leading to different divisions, look at it, a heavy courtyard is covered with a heavy courtyard, layer upon layer occupies a huge area, the officials wearing round-necked official uniforms have lived up and down, and they don't pay attention to it, and they have the illusion of being in the office building of a large company in the future.

There are still a few people in this room who are already waiting, Yishui's vermilion official uniform, sitting in a precarious position, seeing Wang Kui and others coming in, he glanced at it.

When officials meet, since they don't know each other, they have to say hello, but they have to look at the level of uniform, and the level is the same, so that they can be qualified to speak, otherwise it is very rude for a low-level official to talk to an official who is several levels higher than him.

However, the two sides looked at each other, and before they could talk, someone over there had already handed it over.

"Eldest grandson? Is that you, eldest grandson? ”

A tall young man with a strong figure got up from his seat, shouted in surprise, and walked over.

The eldest grandson Hong never expected that in this Privy Council room, someone would recognize him, and he would be so affectionate, which was really unexpected.

He looked over suspiciously, and saw that the person who spoke was young, and his round-necked official uniform fit very well, and he looked tall and tall when he was attached to his body.

He seems to be a military general.

"This is ......" Changsun Hong didn't dare to recognize each other rashly, because he really couldn't think of who this was.

"Brother Eldest Sun doesn't remember?" The young man was also a little surprised, and hurriedly said: "I'm Chen Yu, the governor of Hezhou, we have spoken." ”

Chen Yu?

The eldest grandson Hong patted his head and suddenly remembered.

Isn't it the reckless kid who plagiarized his "Jintang Chun" in Hezhou?

There is also a sister, what's her name? Forgot.

That was more than ten years ago, when Changsun Hong was still a fart child, mixed in Hezhou City as a student, and learned the way of Confucius and Mencius from Zhou Fuzi, and the poetry of those who were every day was also opposed.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than ten years.

Master Zhou is already ancient, and the past is not human.

At that time, a little kid the same size as himself has now put on a scarlet official robe and is an upright official.

"Remember, remember." Changsun Hong laughed, trying to make himself look less embarrassed: "I'll give you a basket of gifts." ”

"Yes, yes, those gifts, after I brought them back, my father's eyes were straight, and he was stunned for a long time before asking the reason, I told him that it was given by Sun Hong, a talented son in Hezhou, with a profound meaning. He listened to you again and again, saying that your future must be limitless, and I can see you today, the eldest grandson brother really lives up to his reputation. Chen Yu saw the official robe on Changsun Hong's body, and his expression became even more excited, with an expression: I am right.

Changsun Hong became more and more embarrassed, and regretted how he lifted the basket of farm tools and bacon, that incident was a misunderstanding.

(End of chapter)