On the 25th day of the first month of the first year of Longteng in Nanliang, Jinghu North Road governed Jiangling Mansion.

When the sunset hangs to the top of the mountain, the sunset puts a layer of golden gauze on the blue brick and powder wall of Zhanghua Temple, which also reduces the chill of deep winter.

A moment later, the quiet evening bell rang leisurely, and one after another pierced the bamboo forest stone tower.

Deeper in the temple, in the lotus pond in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the lotus leaves are stacked in the sunset. There are a few bones that will be released, silently undulating with the ripples.

This winter is not too cold, so you can still see this lotus bloom in Gangneung Province.

However, at this time, beside this tranquil scenery, there was an incongruous noise. Seventeen or eighteen men in green robes or military uniforms rushed over from behind the hall surrounded by an old man in black.

Someone rushed forward, spread a few felt blankets on the open space with their hands and feet, and then beckoned everyone to sit down at will, and threw aside the host in a scarlet robe.

"Elder, please take a seat." The old man in black sat down and smiled and pointed to his side.

The host hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, in front of the layman, how can the poor monk stir up." ”

At this time, a young novice with an immature face pouted and turned around with a plate of tea. Seeing this scene, Xiao Shami's heart was even more unhappy, and even his pace slowed down a little.

The host saw that something was wrong, turned around and glared at him fiercely, and hurriedly reached out and took a cup of tea from the plate, and respectfully handed it to the old man: "Layman, please use tea!" ”

The old man took a sip, put down the teacup, nodded and said, "Good tea, the elder has a heart, but he has no intention of thanking him." ”

When the host heard this, he was overjoyed, and clasped his palms together and said: "The layman likes it, the old monk is satisfied, there are still some mundane things in the temple, and it is inconvenient to accompany you here for a long time, if there is something to just say hello." ”

"So, it's bothered." The old man in black arched his hand and swept his gaze around, and the men immediately got up and thanked him in a hurry.

With a smiling face, the host went backwards all the way, until he disappeared into a corner that everyone couldn't see, and then he grabbed Xiao Shami and complained in a low voice: "You idiot, you have worked hard for the teacher in vain, why do you even stumble over the work of tea." ”

Xiao Shami pouted, very disapproving: "The master is also careful, from the left and right, it is just some red guys with official bodies, this temple is in the city, and it also has a head and a face, why bother?" ”

The Liang was heavy on literature and light on martial arts, and the status of the warriors was low, and the soldiers often fled, and in order to prevent them from escaping, the imperial court often tattooed characters on the faces of ordinary soldiers. Hence the contemptuous title of "Red Guy".

After hearing this, the old monk snorted and said, "You are so majestic, do you know something?" These warriors are no ordinary red guys. I ask you, do you know who that old man is? ”

"Isn't he just a layman?"

"What a fool!" The old monk stomped his feet in hatred, pointed at the little novice and scolded angrily: "He is a heartless layman!" ”

"That's just a layman......" the little novice replied impatiently, and suddenly opened his mouth to stammer, "Ahhhhh He screamed, and said with a frightened face: "This, is that Grandpa Yang Gong Yang just now?" ”

"Silence! Can you also call the name of a layman? Now do you know the master's intention to let you serve tea? Such a great opportunity has wasted your stupidity. ”

The host counted until his mouth was dry, and then he shook his head and entered the main hall. Xiao Shami's eyes rolled, tiptoed to find a bamboo forest, and quietly poked his head out.

I don't know, since I know that the old man is the inspector of the school, the envoy of the Wuning Army, and the envoy of Jinghu Town and the governor of Jiangling Mansion, Yang Gong, how can I not take a closer look.

During the rejuvenation of the country, General Zong Peng turned the tide of the tide, and the story of Zong Jiajun is a story that storytellers never get tired of hearing. And this Yang Shaobao was the deputy marshal of General Zong and the second-in-command of the Zong Army.

Pressing the heart that could withstand the beating of the poof, Xiao Shami stared at it, and vaguely saw that the group of people was in a circle, and Yang Gong was smiling and leaning on the stump of the half-locust tree, with one hand on his knees. As long as the other hand is raised, someone will talk about it.

The crowd was loud and whispering, and there was no end to the discussion. Sometimes I don't know what interesting things I said, but he also laughed at them.

Before I knew it, the sky was getting darker, but the group of people had no intention of dispersing. The little novice was so curious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

While the little novice was trying to find a reason to get up, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the main hall.

Xiao Shami turned around to look, only to see the host walking over with a young man in an official robe. The official was burly and solemn, glanced at the little novice, and left the host in a few steps to cross the bamboo forest.

"Master, is this again?" Seeing that the host stopped and stood beside him, the little novice looked at the back of the official and asked cautiously.

"Calm down the stone machine."

"Scared, Master Jinshi of the Xiangyang Shi Clan!" Muttering two sentences, Xiao Shami suddenly felt a little frightened.

As he just said, Zhanghua Temple is in Jiangling City, and the incense is also vigorous, and the officials in the palace have always heard of it.

If it is said that Yang Gong is the general of the sky and can only look up, then Shi Tingzhi, who entered the Yang Gong shogunate with a white body, went to Lin'an to enter the Jinshi in the examination, and then returned to Jinghu Town Fu Si Ren Jiyi Writing, is the most envied example for ordinary people.

It's just that I don't know what happened, but Shi Tingzhi hurriedly found here.

"I've seen Jiyi!"

As soon as Shi Tingzhi turned the corner, a sharp-eyed person peeked at him. For a while, everyone got up to greet them. He was influenced by Yang Gong, but he didn't look down on martial artists like ordinary Wenchen, and he got along quite well with these commanders and captains on weekdays, but at this time he was heavy-minded, and after nodding his head in a hurry, he went straight to Yang Gong.

Yang Gong was also a little surprised by his arrival, put away his smile and asked, "Tingzhi, what's the matter?" ”

After leaning over and saluting, Shi Tingzhi leaned over to Yang Gong's ear and whispered: "Prime Minister Bao, the king of Wu'an County has arrived." ”

Yang Gong slowly stood up on his knees, patted the grass clippings and fly ash on his body, and waved his hand: "Today's interest is over, let the gentlemen disperse." ”

"Whoa!" The crowd answered, and they dispersed in twos and threes. It wasn't until he couldn't see them anymore that Yang Gong solemnly asked Shi Tingzhi: "The prince came this time, do you know what happened?" ”

"The imperial court has decided to reset the three major governors' offices, with the prime minister as the governor of Jinghu, the king of Wu'an County as the governor of Sichuan, and Zhang Qi as the governor of Jianghuai." Shi Tingzhi continued: "The prince went to Shuzhong to take office, and he passed by here and wanted to catch up with Bao Xiang. ”

Yang Gong frowned and said: "The soldiers of Jianghuai are all the old troops of the king of Wu'an County, why do you want to go far and near?" ”

Shi Tingzhi hesitated for a moment, and hesitated: "Maybe the imperial court is afraid of the prince's ......"

"That's it!" Yang Gong interrupted Shi Tingzhi, and then ordered, "Hurry up and follow me back to the house." ”

"Whoa!"