"Ahem, ahem." Lu Tang coughed lightly and beckoned the little eunuch beside him: "Don't take Miss Jiang down to rest yet." ”

Jiang Banxia stopped when she heard the sound, and she patted Fan Qingjun's hand to show reassurance.

The little eunuch beside Lu Tang who was waiting to be sent was the one who had sent her a message before, and he whispered softly, and his two eyes rolled up to be a thief and a thief.

"This way, please." The little eunuch hugged Jiang Banxia and led her behind the screen.

It's August, the flower hall is near the water pavilion again, when the sun is full, the bright light of the pond water ripples into the house along the window lattice, the brightness is amazing, the temporary moving screen is painted with fiery red pomegranate flowers, and the layers of heavy petals seem to be able to drip blood.

Lu Tang had a chair prepared behind the screen, and on the small table next to the chair were a few plates of local Hangzhou pastries and a glass of iced milk.

"You may be seated." The little eunuch helped Jiang Banxia to sit down slowly, and he lowered his voice very softly: "If you have anything, just tell me, but try not to make a sound." ”

Jiang Banxia nodded.

She is the Jinyi guard secretly sent by Emperor Qingwen to Jiangnan to secretly investigate the disaster relief, and she must not expose her whereabouts and tasks prematurely, but fortunately, Lu Tang has Lu Tang's help, and she is still safe for the time being.

"Mr. Dongpo said well, meeting and getting drunk is the precursor, you can gather here to catch the wind and wash the dust for Lord Fan, and continue to be happy." Wang Zhan'er smiled and opened his face to signal the official to sit down and raise his glass: "Talk about your heart, our family will do it first as respect." ”

said that Wang Zhan'er did it first as a respect, and the officials below followed him with his head covered and drank the wine in order to pat himself on the back.

As a last resort, Fan Qingjun also poured a large cup.

Yellow soup belly, the atmosphere in the flower hall lively, suddenly a drum dong dong beating, slow and rhythmic, light like the clouds in the sky, heavy can knock into the hearts of the people, with the drum gradually rising is the flute of Qingyue, for a time the dulcimer, sheng, flute played in unison.

This is the timbre that Daming has only have, the music is full of clouds, and it is light without a trace of fireworks.

On the stage of the Water Pavilion, the actor threw his sleeves to hide his face in a blink of an eye, his eyes were like water, and his veins were full of affection, needless to say, this must be the story in the Peony Pavilion.

"The first class of Kunqu opera in the world really deserves its name." Lu Tang smiled and said, "The prince is a good means. ”

Wang Zhan'er rolled his eyes in a thin voice: "Catch up with this winter, this is all to send Beijing to honor the emperor." ”

The smell of gunpowder between the two is full.

Lu Tang looked like a scholar, but he was a ruthless character inside, he lowered his voice and said: "There are many iron mines in the mountains near Hangzhou, according to the scale, the mine has been mined for several years, but it is not worth the mining tax. ”

His voice became lower and lower: "Prince, deceive your superiors and subordinates, be careful of your head." ”

Wang Zhan'er stiffened, and then squeezed out a gloomy smile: "Father-in-law Lu, your hand is long enough." ”

"Each other, each other." Lu Tang chuckled: "Although the godfather has lost his momentum, but at this time and that time, our family advises you to do things leisurely." ”

The three major weaving bureaus in the south of the Yangtze River, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Jiangning, these three pivotal weaving bureaus are all in the hands of Cao Bo's godson.

As Cao Bo's godsons, they were the first to occupy this fat gap, but now that Cao Bo has stepped down and the new celebrant has come to power, it means that the situation between the DPRK and China is about to be rewashed.

Once Li Sanshun eases up, he will definitely stretch out his hand to a rich place like Jiangnan.

"You and I won't be in this position for long." Lu Tang sneered: "Don't think that you and Huang Shunliang can firmly sit in the position of Hangzhou weaving with a nest of snakes and rats." ”

Wang Zhan'er snorted coldly, and said in a strange manner: "Grandpa Lu has time to worry about others, it is better to worry about yourself, our family will naturally sit longer than you." ”

When he said this, Wang Zhan'er showed a contemptuous expression, although Cao Bo fell, there was still the eldest princess behind him, and Lu Tang, the 'self-palace white', still wanted to bring him down, and his family was dominant? Don't pee or look in the mirror.

Lu Tang and Wang Zhan'er looked at each other in private, and turned their heads to watch the play.

People who like to listen to operas can't help babbling and humming along with the tune, and those who don't like to listen to operas are extremely tormented.

For example, Fan Qingjun, he couldn't listen to it at all, and the music that sounded in other people's ears was not as good as the sound of the copper plate hitting it.

When the tune was lingering, a little eunuch suddenly ran in: "Master Hu, Lord Xiao has arrived!" ”

Everyone who was fascinated by the music came back to their senses, and each straightened their backs and peeked out.

The three divisions of the yamen of Zhejiang, among which the yamen of the feudal division is in charge of the civil affairs of a province, and its chief is Hu Lingtang, and Xiao Changming is the commander of the yamen of the capital division, in charge of the military household guard of a province.

In the past, these two people did not leave the focus and did not leave Meng, so it is not surprising that they appeared together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting for a long time." Xiao Changming is a loud voice, and before he has passed the water pavilion in the corridor, he can hear his rough voice.

Hu Lingtang, who came in with Xiao Changming, had a dark face, and the hem of his clothes was splashed with mud, and it looked as if they had arrived from the river on horseback.

The two empty positions around Fan Qingjun were specially prepared for these two people.

"Lord Hu, Lord Xiao." Fan Qingjun got up and bowed his hand.

The two of them arched their hands and replied: "Master Fan has been looking up for a long time." ”

The two of them looked tired, their eyes were blue and black, and their spirits were extremely poor.

After sitting down, Hu Lingtang, who was usually hot-tempered, couldn't help but be angry when he saw the dishes on the table.

"When is it? And the heart to eat here! ”

The wine, vegetables, chicken, duck, fish, and meat on the table are all fine and fine, and the crystal clear white rice is like pearls in the face of light.

Even if he was greedy for ink, he couldn't help but scold.

"This..."The officials below were stunned by the roar, which one is this?

Lord Hu has become a Qing official?

"Master Hu." Wang Zhan'er squinted his eyes and said unhappily: "This is the Weaving Bureau." ”

Hu Lingtang wiped his face, clenched his fists, and endured the anger in his heart.

Wang Zhan'er and Lu Tang knew it, and they all knew why Hu Lingtang was so out of shape.

This morning, the people who supervised the river came to report that the flood peak had crossed the border and washed away several villages, and the soldiers of the Dusi Yamen and the guard station rescued people along the river, and the result can be imagined.

As a chief, can he and Xiao Changming feel better?

Of course not.

Hu Lingtang let out a sigh, and Zheng Yanggu's words suddenly popped up in his mind, doing his best to obey the destiny of heaven.

"Old Hu, it's done." Xiao Changming poured wine and touched Hu Lingtang's cup.

The liquor went down his stomach, and the hot burning sensation steamed up from his stomach, and only then did Hu Lingtang feel that he was alive.

He leaned back in his chair, and the beams were shining brightly with spots of light reflected by the pool water, and large chunks seemed to shatter the mirror, stabbing his eyes painfully.

Tears stopped in their eyes and almost fell.

- Damn, this bullshit!

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