Meng Yang said seriously, but Mo Qian's expression was still flat.

"My lord's words really won my heart, you are right, I am afraid of this matter. How am I not afraid?

I'm only in my early twenties now, not only has I become the prefect of Yangcheng, but also a celebrity in front of the emperor, as the so-called Jane is in the emperor's heart, and the extremely human minister is just a matter of time, and now I want to use my future to fight you a few broken heads, it's a pity. ”

"Then why are you ......" Meng Yang's face turned dark, every word Mo Qian said was sarcastic about them, how could he not be angry? But it quickly calmed down.

What can be done about this, now that his life is in the hands of others, no matter how much resentment he has in his heart, he has to be suppressed.

Mo Qian waved his hand and motioned for him to continue, "But in life, how can there be so many things that can make you happy?" What you want, you can have?

Even some people's lives, I don't know what's going on, I don't know it, it's confused, and I lose it, compared to these people, I think it's not a big deal to lose an official position. ”

"You're talking about the people who died on the docks?" Meng Yang even thought it was a little funny, just for a few unknowingly cheap lives, he had to be the enemy of the entire Yangcheng officials, or even the south?

Which of them in this position has not been in the officialdom for decades?

There are many big and small things, joys and sorrows, what are a few lives?

This account is not worth it no matter how you calculate it.

But looking at the other party's decision-like ruin, Meng Yang couldn't open his mouth.

Is he here for real? Meng Yang couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

"Master Meng, as a word of advice, it's best not to mention them in front of me again, otherwise I may do something irrational."

Mo Qian's eyes gradually became indifferent, but his gaze gradually condensed from sloppy to a fierce light, "For example, use my black gauze hat to exchange a few of your lives!" ”

"No...... I don't believe it, I don't believe that a person without brains can sit in the position of the prefect of Yangcheng. Meng Yang stepped forward, propped his hands on the desk, and looked at Mo Qian condescendingly, hoping to see a little shadow of weakness in his eyes.

But unfortunately, Meng Yang only saw the determination to move forward.

Mo Qian smiled and said, "You can give it a try." ”

The two sides stared at each other for a quarter of an hour, and they had no intention of giving in, and finally Meng Yang's feet went soft, and he sat down on the chair in front of Mo Qian's desk, and gasped heavily, "Okay, young man, you really have the guts, this game, you win, say, what do you want?" ”

"It's really fast." Mo Qian crossed his hands, and Lang's legs unconsciously cocked again.

"Eight people died there, and I want 800,000 taels of silver for their burial and the aftermath of their families." "Why don't you grab it?!"

Meng Yang scolded in a low voice, but Mo Qian didn't care about his own affairs, which made Meng Yang angry, and finally had to say: "No problem, I'll let people take out 800,000 taels tomorrow, and now you can open the dock, right?" ”

To tell the truth, although 800,000 taels of silver is an astronomical amount in the eyes of ordinary people, in the eyes of these people, it is just a few months of filial piety, and besides, he is not alone in carrying it, so it is nothing to share it.

Mo Qian's face finally softened a little, but the essence in his eyes did not converge, and he asked with a smile, "Don't worry, my lord thinks my black gauze hat is only worth 800,000 taels of silver?" ”

"What do you mean by that? Extortion? Meng Yang asked with a glare.

"You can say that, but don't you think it's reasonable? I put together my black gauze hat just for your little 800,000 taels of silver? ”

I'll go to your ancestors' little 800,000 taels of silver! Did we have you to fight us with a black hat? Meng Yang felt very aggrieved.

But now that we've already negotiated the first step, it's a good idea to hear what he has to say.

"In the future, I will give me the deposit and exit of the salt transported in Yangcheng every month, and I will participate in the operation of the private salt, and as for the commission, I will monopolize thirty percent, and the remaining seventy percent will be distributed by yourself."

Meng Yang jumped up in fright, he said that he was so righteous before, but in the end, he didn't want to participate in his own private salt operation? And this thirty percent of the commission is simply a lion's mouth!

"I can't make the decision on this myself, I'm going to go back and discuss it with them, you give us some time." Meng Yang said with a frown.

Mo Qian laughed, "Lord Meng, I'm not in a hurry about this, it's you who are in a hurry to open the dock now, you can discuss it whenever you want, anyway, when you discuss it, come to me to talk about the opening of the dock." ”

Meng Yang scolded secretly, almost forgot, now he is racing against time to open the dock, if he is allowed to make such a fuss, wouldn't something happen?

"You wait, I'll discuss it now." After saying this, Meng Yang pulled his legs and ran out.

After Meng Yang went out, Gao Lin, who had been outside the window, flashed in with a puzzled face.

"Childe, why did you let them go so easily? This is too cheap for them, right, killing eight of our brothers, leaking out of the smuggling, secretly colluding with traitors, and I don't know how many people have been harmed, so let them continue to go unpunished? ”

Mo Qian smiled, "It's not over yet, I just said that I want to open the dock, which means that I will no longer send officers and soldiers to stop me...... But what if someone else stops you? That's none of my business. ”

As he spoke, he patted Gao Lin lightly on the shoulder, "The revenge of the brothers will be avenged, they have done so many bad things, and they will not let them get away with it, wait and see, the good show has just begun." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Monk Gao Lin was puzzled. Mo Qian took out a stack of paper from the drawer and handed it to Gao Lin, "Okay, don't think about it so much, when the time comes, keep your breath comfortable." ”

"And what about these poems?" Gao Lin took Mo Qian's paper and looked at it casually, only to see that there were some poems in it, and they were all things he had never seen before, and there was a poem or word on each piece of paper, which was more than thirty pieces of paper.

"You take these poems to the major green buildings in Yangcheng, don't be famous, and when you meet some Oiran who selects the guests to enter the curtain according to the lyrics, you will say one of the pieces of paper and hand it over, and all of them will be signed by Mo Jushi."

"In addition, you will copy some copies as a post to the mansion of the genius of Yangcheng, no matter what, you must in the shortest possible time, the name of Mo Jushi in Yangcheng, it is best to make it known to women and children, and don't miss it in the streets and alleys."

"Okay!" Although he didn't know what Mo Qian was going to do, out of trust in him, Gao Lin still went out very easily.

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"Little Green, just let you see a piece of paper, why is it so difficult?"

In the small attic of the red house, a woman with a delicate face was grooming in front of the bronze mirror, and whispered to the woman outside the beaded curtain. But now the woman outside the door also seemed to be very distressed.

"Miss, you can't blame me, you let them write a poem, this back and forth is just like that, nothing more than to praise you as there is nothing in heaven and earth, or to praise the old-fashioned love and love, hundreds of such poems a day, I am about to get tired of reading, according to Xiao Lu, your poetry talent, I don't know how much better than them! He also said that he was a genius, and he really put gold on his face. ”

"You can't say that, Yangcheng is talented, we may just haven't met, we must not go outside to say this."

"Hey, who doesn't know that our Miss Gu Meisheng is talented and beautiful in Yangcheng, she is Yangcheng's son-in-law, who dares to say that poetry can beat Miss?"

Xiao Lu said proudly, of course, she also has the capital to say so, this Gu Meisheng is a beauty who can be sent to the top few in Yangcheng Fengyue, if it is compared according to poetry, it is not surprising that it is ranked in the top five, Xiao Lu, as Gu Meisheng's personal maid, is naturally honored.

"Look at your smug look, it's like talking about you." Gu Meisheng pursed his lips and smiled, and lightly tapped the tip of Xiao Lu's nose.

"Then you are not my young lady, the young lady is famous, and we are naturally honored to be maids!" Midori said angrily.

"Okay, if you want to talk nonsense, just go with you, but don't go outside and talk about it." Gu Meisheng smiled to herself, there are some things that she knows without Xiao Lu saying it.

If you really compare it according to her talent, she can completely outperform most of the talented people who are lustful, and it is not a problem to take a talent test.

But limited by women, especially women who have fallen into the dust, these are just bubbles after all.

She was born in a poor family, and there was a famine in her family, so she was sold to others to raise her younger brothers.

In fact, the fate of this world has long been doomed, like her, no matter how talented she is, in the end she will just become the plaything of others.

In that case, what is the use of this talent?

"Since there are no good works, then forget it, I'll go to the stage to thank them later."

Gu Meisheng sighed faintly and withdrew his thoughts.

"Okay!" Little Green pursed her lips, looking at these things that were not nutritious and the same, she had already had enough.

I flipped through the works inside at random, and wanted to fold them and put them away, but when I shook a piece of paper, a glimmer of light flashed in Xiao Lu's eyes.

She quickly pulled the paper out of the pile and took a cursory look at it.

But the more I looked at her, the more incredible it became, and finally my heart beat uncontrollably and rapidly.

"Little Green ......" Gu Meisheng stretched his voice slightly, this little green was really spoiled by himself, and he became more and more disagreeable, and he didn't move after screaming for so long.

"Huh?" After a while, Xiao Lu reacted, facing Gu Meisheng's slightly annoyed eyes, but saw Xiao Lu's eyes full of joy, "Miss, this is a masterpiece!" A rare masterpiece! ”

"Huh?" Gu Meisheng took it and took a look, only to see a few lines of poetry neatly written on it in flying white font, although there was nothing sharp about it, but it was also painted with silver hooks, which made people feel good at first sight.

According to the above words, Gu Meisheng's lips opened lightly, and he read it gently:

"The jackdaws are sad in the evening. The willow pond is new and green but gentle. If there is no hatred in the eyes of the church, you don't believe that there is a white head in the world.

The intestines are broken, and the tears are hard to collect. Acacia returned to the Little Red Mansion. Affection has been cut off by the mountain, and it is not free to rely on the trunk. ”

This poem was written in the spring when the willow trees in the pond sprouted tender green shoots, but the jackdaws in the setting sun made people's hearts overflow with sorrow, and if they had not personally encountered the torment of parting sorrow and hatred, they would not have believed that there would really be people in this world who were sad and white-headed.

With lovesickness, I went up to the Little Red Mansion again, knowing that there were countless chaotic mountains and blocked the sky, but I still couldn't help but lean on the railing, staring and couldn't stop.

It stands to reason that if such a poem appears in Fengyue Place, either the person who wrote the lyrics is a dumbfounder, or someone deliberately plays a prank.

But in Gu Meisheng's view, this poem is a portrayal of her life, she laughs every day, but no one knows the sorrow in her heart, which is lamentable.

"Who wrote this?" Gu Meisheng muttered to himself and glanced down at the signature below.

"Mo Jushi, you can be a confidant." Gu Meisheng's eyebrows were hazy, and he hugged the poem tightly in his arms.

This poem really moved Gu Meisheng, but if Mo Qian saw such a scene, he would definitely fail in secret and scold Gao Lin for being an idiot.

This poem is written so sadly that it is not suitable for a place like Qinglou at all, and it should have been submitted to the mansions of some talented people as a post.

Who knew that Gao Lin, this guy, heard that one of the hottest Oiran in Yangcheng was going to ask someone to write a word, so he took out one and voted it out without thinking about it...... It's a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

At the same time, among the many green buildings in Yangcheng, many Oirans were deeply fascinated by a poem called Mo Jushi.

"Who is the needle and thread in the spring shirt? Dots and rows are full of tears. The sunset unsaddles the grass bank. No one wears flowers, no one advises wine, and no one cares if drunk. "Bitter, bitter, a talented man read softly, and his heart was infinitely sad.

"The sycamore is more drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word! "Sad, sad, a flower oiran sighed softly as she looked out the window at the dripping dripping rain.

…… Mo Qian's poems have been plagiarized from ancient times to the present.

Early the next morning, the entire Yangcheng knew the name Mo Jushi, which appeared for the first time, but as soon as it appeared, it was like a bright and infinite meteor in the night sky, illuminating a piece of the sky in Yangcheng. Some people say that he is a talented man who travels to study, some people say that he is the star of Wenqu in the sky and fell into the world, and some people say that he is a master who has practiced for many years and has seen all the sorrows in the world.

But only Mo Qian knows that a good show is about to start!