Xiao Tuan sat among the branches in his robe, inserted red locust flowers in his sideburns, forgot the worries in his hands, and held elm money strings in his mouth, listening to the other two leisurely.

Those two are the ruffians and bullies in Fuchun Town, one is called Shunfeng Ear Li Yang, and the other is called clairvoyant Wan'an, who is good at finding out news and stealing chickens and dogs.

The previous one was taught a hard lesson twice by Xiao Yan, and since then, he has always been in awe.

In the afternoon, Xiao Yan, whose sun was shining through the leaf sieve, had a mottled face, he squinted his eyes, and asked lazily, "What can you find?" ”

Li Yang hurriedly approached and said, "Xiao Ye is right to be vigilant, my cousin, who was an errand boy in the Yangzhou prefect, passed on some words, and he really recognized Mr. Wei." ”

"What should he say?" Xiao Yun listened attentively, and inadvertently noticed a figure flashing by, but he didn't care.

Li Yang continued: "Wu Xi, the prefect of Yangzhou, has some roots in the capital, and his daughter's name is Wu Jinqiao, who has passed the age of Xuan, because she plans to return to Beijing for three years to remarry, so delayed, Mr. Wei is her west seat, the bishop is literate in poetry and books, how can she come and go, but she is a concubine and hooks up!" Master Wu knew that he was angry, and on the one hand, he ordered someone to send Miss Wu into Beijing urgently, and on the other hand, he drove Mr. Wei out of the official gate and refused to enter. ”

"Poor Mr. Wei." Xiao Yan grinned: "Isn't this a stick beating mandarin ducks?" ”

Li Yang shook his head: "No wonder Master Wu is ruthless, it is this Mr. Wei who spits the truth after drinking with others, and he takes a fancy to Miss Wu, but it is better to say that he likes the official position of Master Wu and the power in Beijing. ”

"I see! He must have seen that I would be a court general in the future, so he begged to marry my eldest sister. Xiao Yan watched a wasp circling around him, slapped the folding fan backhand, and disappeared with a "buzz".

Li Yang couldn't help but shudder, and decisively took out a letterhead from his sleeve: "This is Master Wu's handwriting." ”

Xiao Yan took the glance and put it away, jumped off the branch and said, "I have something to trouble you two, I don't know if I can rely on it?" ”

The two of them hurriedly said: "To do things for Xiao Ye, you have to rely on it, and you have to rely on it if you don't follow it!" ”

Xiao Yan patted the two of them on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't bother you two in vain, there will be benefits to silver after the matter is completed." ”

So he whispered and said the strategy, and Li Yang and the others scratched their ears and cheeks for a while, and then plotted some words, and then said goodbye and dispersed.

Xiao Yun patted the dust on his robe, picked up the cultural relics box, and walked in front of him with a horse, with broad shoulders and narrow back, very burly, not like the townspeople of Fuchun Town.

Looking up, the man also looked over, his eyes were very dark and sharp, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and before he could react, he had already kicked away.

Xiao Yan didn't care, he got on the Zhuangyuan Bridge, and he went to the temple fair, there were few passers-by in the market, and he walked slowly and freely.

A few black swallows swept obliquely among the willows, and the boatman stewed fresh fish in the pot in the smoke canopy, and the fragrance diffused to the shore, and he inhaled it, and he couldn't say comfortable in his heart.

Suddenly, a turtle man walked over, sitting on a small baby with half a shoulder, quite beautiful, but it was still far worse than the eldest sister.

The little baby called crisply: "Young Master Xiao, Young Master Xiao?" ”

Xiao Yan raised his eyes to look at her, looked at her, pretended not to hear, and hurried home, the cultural relics box slapped his legs and crackled.

Wu Xiubao saw that he was slippery faster than a catfish, and bit his lip and scolded: "White-eyed wolf, if you cross the river, you will tear down the bridge, if it weren't for the old lady, you would still be suffering in the squatter now." ”

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, patted the turtle on the head, asked him to turn around, and went straight towards the Fugui Teahouse.

Shen Qishan sat on the horse, looked at the plaque of the Fugui Teahouse, and pondered slightly.

Xiao Yuan led Sister Rong to walk in the sunshine, and she could already see the corner of the top of the mountain in the rich teahouse.