In Yangzhou, Lin Mansion is like a pearl on the bright galaxy, Lin Ruhai goes out, who doesn't give up his hand and say Lin Gong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoNow that the family has moved to Jingshi, it is like a stone thrown into the sea, and the water can't splash a single splash.

Wang Yan's old thief has no follow-up, and Lin Lan will not beg him for anything, he can really ruthlessly make their family break up and ruin their family, no matter how much they ask for it, it is useless. As for Jiafu, Lin Ruhai's career promotion is slim, and this family relationship maintained by interests is not so strong, only Daiyu is still loved by Jia's mother and has been admitted to Rongguo Mansion, in this regard, Lin Ruhai, who is already busy, has no time to take care of her.

Lin Lan was like a headless fly, wandering around the capital division. He couldn't think of anything worth striving for. Maybe in such a deep place, you shouldn't come here, guard the manor, and live a lazy life more comfortably.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival of another year, and Jiafu did not invite the Lin family to get together. This was what Lin Ruhai expected. He wore a long shirt and let Lin Lan change his clothes.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bureaucrats and nobles of the Beijing division gather in the Sanxian Pavilion, which is an annual practice. I don't know from which year, I brought some latecomers to the banquet together, and Bicai learned to become an entertainment program. Lin Lan was reluctant to go to the banquet, but seeing that his old father's temples were slightly white, his face had become a lot haggard these days, so he had to agree.

"Have you seen your father these days?" On the carriage, Lin Ruhai put his hands in his sleeves and closed his eyes and asked.

"I haven't seen it."

Lin Lan felt that Wang Yan's avoidance might be due to the difference in position. Obviously, Wang Yan's rise has just hindered Lin Ruhai's promotion, and if Wang Yan is allowed to open a back door, it will be a matter of position and principle.

Lin Ruhai let out a long sigh.

"If the officials on the salt tax really want to investigate, which one can be spared?"

Lin Lan was silent, this was Lin Ruhai's officialdom circle, and he couldn't help anything. Once this circle is about to kick out of his own dad, what can he help? It doesn't seem to help much.

He comforted, "Don't worry about it, Dad. This low salt tax is not something you started with. Private salt is rampant, the two Huai salt merchants are full of private pockets, you are Yangzhou patrol salt imperial history, is to supervise the salt administration, and not the main salt road, to be accountable, but also to be accountable for the two Huai to transfer the salt envoys, you at most fall a reputation for poor supervision. ”

Lin Ruhai smiled and said, "You have thought about the worst way back for your father." ”

"What's more, the ancestors of the Lin family have meritorious deeds, although they are no longer hereditary now, but if they want to come to the saint, they will also be grateful for the old kindness, and the officials and bureaucrats will also see the face of the second prince of Jiafu, and the twists and turns will not be too ugly."

"People go to high places, and water flows low places. Dad, this is paving the way for you. Originally, I thought that your eldest father would take you along, but it seems that this time he made a comeback, and he didn't mean to bring the Lin family, so I dispelled the meaning of going to the door to bring humiliation on himself. ”

Lin Lan smiled, and asked him to go and befriend these sons and brothers, and be their lackeys, it was obviously impossible, the Lin family had just moved to Beijing, and the roots had not yet taken root, where could he get into the eyes of these people, he would not be bored with the flames, and when he poured it, he drank a little wine, ate a small dish, and came back after killing some time.

This time Lin Lan didn't bring Shun Slip, this guy has been used to Lin Lan a little unpleasantly, and when the time comes, he will still lose his face when he looks foreign, so he will simply leave it at home, with Ping'er and Yinglian.

The red lights of the Sanxian Pavilion are bright, the eight gates are open, and the cars and horses are full of doors. Many Jingshi nobles chatted at the door. The Dajing Dynasty has been peaceful for more than ten years, and from top to bottom, they are all intoxicated by this whitewashed peace.

"Huang Shilang, this is ......"

"Little Deming."

The young man beside him saluted the old man and said, "I've seen Hong Shibo." ”

"Good, good. My unsuccessful son, drink in it, let's go in. A few acquaintances chatted with each other, and from the noisy and lively sound, a smell of decay emanated.

Lin Ruhai handed over the post, and walked into the Sanxian Pavilion with Lin Lan. The pavilion is divided into three floors, hence the name Sanxian. The upper winds are all figures with heads and faces in the court, and they are not specially invited, and they cannot go upstairs at will, and this second floor is a place where dignitaries and dignitaries gather and communicate with each other.

Lin Lan looked at the boys and buddies who were drinking and having fun in this hall, and was a little speechless. Such noisy scenes have always been disliked by him. As far as the eye can see, nearly 100 young boys and brothers are staggered and chatting.

"Yo, this isn't the nineteenth of Wende Academy, I didn't expect to see each other for nearly a year, but we met in Beijing."

Lin Lan followed the sound and saw that several sons and brothers were surrounding Wang Zi'an and were walking slowly.

"Senior Brother Zi'an, don't come unharmed." When I saw the fish that slipped through the net again, I didn't expect that more than half a year had passed.

On the side, the man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks looked Lin Lan up and down, and asked, "Brother Zi'an, where did you come from?" ”

"Let me introduce you to Yangzhou Gusu Shuangshikui, Lin Lan."

"Oh? When is the bright moon mentioned by Brother Zi'an? ”

"Haha, Brother Liu only remembers good words, but he forgets the person who wrote the lyrics, it's really him!"

Lin Lan glanced at a few angry sons, and he was not interested in dealing with them, so he said: "Poetry is just made with feelings, it's not a big deal." ”

"Definitely. What can be great about this poem? I think the poems written by Brother Zi'an are also very good, this poem, look at the right eye, anyone can take the poem. A Wang disciple next to him slapped his beard and patted the horse.

Wang Zi'an smiled and said, "I heard that Brother Lin is now Nanyong Siye, this time he is in Beijing, but what is the important matter?" ”

"It's not a big deal, I went to Beijing with my father and lived in Beijing."

"Oh? It seems that it will be easier to deal with in the future. Wang Zi'an glanced at Lin Lan's back, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly walked away.

"Yang Jae-fu!"

"It's Yang Jae-fu here!"

I don't know who shouted, and the sons and brothers who were still working separately looked sideways. Lin Lan happened to stand on the threshold on the east side. Seeing everyone surrounding the old man with gray hair, kind face, and a square scarf, Lin Lan had the impression that he looked a little like an old man who was willing to fight chickens.

Mr. Ni walked aside, and with a subconscious sweep of his eyes, he saw Lin Lan. He whispered a few words in Yang Weili's ear, and Yang Zaifu, who was walking upstairs, suddenly stopped and walked towards Lin Lan.

All the boys were also stunned and looked at Lin Lan.

"The eldest son of the Lin Yushi family?"

"I've seen Yang Jae-fu."

The people around him suddenly became a little messy.

, how can this person have anything to do with Yang Jaefu! (To be continued.) )