The two nurses on the left and right protected He Minglang in the middle like a bun, for fear that the officials who came and went knocked down the little master, and opened the bow left and right and waved their hands to push away the busy and dizzy people, and the scolding sound sounded one after another, and the nurse did not show weakness and scolded back.

He Minglang raised his head and dragged the back hem of Xu Yuan's clothes in his hands, not knowing what the people walking up and down the palace were doing, they were holding all kinds of utensils and white paper in their arms, as if they were playing, but the expressions on their faces were very solemn.

"Xu Waunang, they are so busy, no one plays football with me, you accompany me."

Xu Yuan knocked on the door of his head, and shouted in He Minglang's tone, "I'm also busy, play football and come back another day?" ”

Standing in the courtyard in a daze is also busy? Obviously disgusted that he was ignorant and troublemaker, and didn't want to entangle with him, He Minglang pouted angrily, "Don't accompany me, you don't care about people, this son will have fun by himself, hum!" ”

Xu Yuan didn't stop him, and instructed the two nurses: "Take care of the little boy, it's very messy today, don't run around on the street." ”

The nurse hurriedly agreed, trotted to catch up with He Minglang, and bumped into a place on the way with the official who was doing business, and the excerpts sent to the capital were scattered all over the place, and the two groups of people scolded each other, which made He Minglang, who was idle and panicked, giggle.

……

The frenzied wind blew a thin wave of sand and dust across the roofs of every house in the capital, and the house birds under the eaves chirped restlessly, and three or two pedestrians walked sparsely in the dim dust, occasionally cursing a few words "Ghost weather!" ”

There were two or three pots of charcoal fire burning in the duty room of the military headquarters, and the room was as hot and warm as three springs, and the breath in the mouth and nose was wet and warm, completely different from the dry and cold outside.

The squire of the military department hurriedly pushed open the door of the duty room, didn't care about closing it with his backhand, and walked to the compartment in three steps and two steps, and when he walked to Li Chongshan, the secretary of the military department, the cold air on his body had been swallowed by the warm current.

"Your Excellency, you see, the information from Pingyang Mansion has been exposed."

The people on the seat looked like they were about thirty or forty years old, their faces were ruddy and their eyebrows were thick black because of the red official robes on their bodies, and although the amount of hair and beard was small, the roots were like knives and thorns. If others don't mention his sixty-one years old, looking at his appearance and his location, they can't praise the sentence "middle-aged ambition".

The letter was spread flat on the table, and the squire of the military department added a little water to the inkstone, and held the ink strip in his right hand and grinded it quietly...... Li Chongshan did not move for a long time in the sound of rushing water, and his eyes stayed on the letter.

He was planted in Pingyang Mansion, and died before he could follow Sande into the city, and even threw his body into the military camp of his brother-in-law Lu Jin. Lu Jin mentioned in the letter that the two of them lost their eyeballs, and it is self-evident who the murderer is...... Has Sande's father-in-law already chosen to stand on his opposite side?

After a while, he asked the squire of the military department: "What about the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies?" ”

"Lord Qin passed by Liaocheng and met an unladylike person, he was knocked on a bamboo pole, and now he is penniless, and most of the governors are busy making up for the transportation expenses of Sichuan for his youngest son, even if the news reaches the governor's mansion, he has no time to take care of it."

Li Chongshan let out a rare laugh, as if he had encountered a great happiness, "That old guy spoils his son and has no bottom line, and Qin Jie is not a three-year-old doll...... But there is one thing that can distract the old guy, you can write a letter to He Fangnian, and he will not ignore the friendship of his classmates. ”

The squire bowed his head, held the letter in both hands and walked quickly back to his place, re-sharpened the ink, and picked up the brush to write.

……

The wind and sand of the capital did not blow to Liaocheng, the hustle and bustle of the most famous restaurant in the city was endless, a certain pavilion suddenly opened the window, the aroma of wine suddenly leaked out, the sound of horses' hooves on the street shouted and scolded poured in, and the dull room was injected by these fresh market atmosphere, and it was instantly lively.

"Little Hou Ye, don't drink anymore, Lord Qin is so easy to come to Liaocheng, instead of welcoming him, we will cheat him out of his travel expenses, this is ......"

How can this be? Qin Dadu's favored youngest son Qin Jie is known to the whole dynasty, and even the old marquis is afraid of him...... Isn't this causing chaos to the Jiang family?

The little second in the restaurant slipped into the pavilion, and saw that Jiang Xiaohou was drunk and slumped on the cushion with his chest exposed, and a strand of black hair was playfully hanging on the bridge of his high nose...... The holes of the two black holes are facing him!

Whoa, I didn't see it, the shopkeeper raised his hand to block his sight, and said quickly: "Little Hou Ye forgive me, the restaurant will be closed in the near future, and I can't entertain you......"

"Why?" Jiang Xiaohou Ye heard the word "closed" in a drunken dream, and suddenly woke up for three minutes, he hadn't drunk enough.

Why else, if you don't send the little marquis home, the restaurant will probably be closed. The shopkeeper stubbornly relayed the original words of the steward of the Hou Mansion: "Lord Qin has already lived in the Hou Mansion, if the little Hou Ye doesn't go back, he will go to be the son of Lord Qin!" ”

"My son can't wait for it!" Jiang Xiaohou Ye turned over and sat up, and shouted: "Qin Jieren, you have the ability to complain and don't have the ability to fight with me, Xiao!" ”

The servant hurriedly sent away the shopkeeper, leaned over and whispered in the ear of the little marquis: "Lord Qin seems to be about to set off, and the little one listened to it when he came...... It seems that something big has happened in Pingyang Mansion, and the little one has heard about the eldest princess, the military camp or something......"

Jiang Xiaohou's wine was all awake now, hehehehehe smirked, and the servants were so careful that their livers trembled with fear by him.

As soon as the master and servant entered the gate of the Hou Mansion with their front and back feet, a long stick fell on his head and saw that it was about to fall on Jiang Xiaohou's head, so he hurriedly pushed the servant sideways to the top of the front head and hid in the back.

"Dad, why don't you learn from the Governor of Qin and pamper your son!"

"Little Hou Ye," the servant's legs trembled, "It's not Hou Ye, it's Jin Yiwei-" Before he finished speaking, he was thrown away by Jiang Xiao Hou Ye, and Xiao Hou Ye's irritable movements could be heard through the triple door.

"Qin Jie, where can he go if he hasn't paid back the money yet...... Ha? When the road fee arrives, he can't say goodbye, what kind of mess can there be in Pingyang Mansion with He Fangnian's town guard...... The eldest princess is gone, and this son has-"

"Say it again!" Jiang Xiaohou said.

The Jinyi Wei who replied was coldly carried in the air by Jiang Xiaohou Ye, and his heart hung in his heart, is this little Hou Ye born with divine power?

"If you receive the news of the sudden death of Princess Lingyang, you will be as anxious as Lord Qin."

When Princess Lingyang was in the capital, she was very kind to Lord Qin and Xiao Marquis Jiang, just like her own grandmother, it was very reasonable for Lord Qin to rush to the funeral regardless of it.

"I ......" The words came to his lips and were swallowed back by Jiang Xiaohouye, "I want to go......" But the old marquis, he didn't allow it.

"Why don't you run away, if you escape, you can catch up with us." Jin Yiwei's face was flushed, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, but he kept slandering-

The fifth brother and Han Fourteen, that fool, didn't know that they had caused a big incident, Lord Qin didn't plan to go directly to Pingyang, but now it's a good thing, it's all messed up!