Jinyi Wei plane, Daming capital, late November.

Nian, this word seems to be endowed with a mythical color in the land of China, regardless of the poor and rich, even if it is to ask for food, he will take out the best during the New Year, and gather with his family and friends to celebrate his harvest this year, as well as pray to the sky that next year will be better.

Another year is approaching, and the number of streets in the capital has once again decreased to the lowest point of the year. Outsiders who come to Beijing to visit relatives and friends, scholars who come to Beijing to take the exam, and businessmen who do business in the north and south have already begun to rush to their hometowns, hoping to arrive home before the year and spend a reunion year with their families.

Although there is a large number of fewer people, the old and young masters of Sijiu City are still living their lives leisurely. After getting up in the morning and having breakfast at home, I walked to the teahouse with a shy stomach. That is the era of lack of entertainment, leisure places between the eight alleys.

Yipin Tea House, the name is not outstanding, the tea house is also an old house that is so old that it is damp everywhere, there is no high-end tea goods, and even the guys who serve the tea customers are crooked melons and cracked dates. But Lao Yang in the old capital just likes to go here to drink tea, even if his family lives in an alley two streets away, he has to go around the distance, passing by more than a dozen exquisite teahouses to come here.

He didn't know exactly what he thought, maybe it was because it had gradually become a habit to spend time here for more than ten years, maybe it was because he had all his circle of friends here, or maybe it was because the location of this teahouse was opposite the largest and most luxurious restaurant in the capital.

"Eh, Master Yang, you're late today! Zhang Ye and Li Ye have been waiting on it for a long time! Far away, the guy who was standing at the door and ran the hall saw Lao Yang's swaying voice, and hurriedly trotted all the way out to greet him, with a smile on his face to ask Lao Yang for the morning, and then hurriedly said the words.

Lao Yang nodded, and stroked the gray beard that had formed a bunch under his chin. With a little disdain on his face, he said, "These old things, isn't it my turn to invite tea today, and they ran here so early." Where are the old guys? ”

"Hey, how old are you, can this be anywhere else, or your seat. The second floor is by the window, sheltered from the wind, can bask in the sun, and has the best sight! As he spoke, the man took the snow-white towel from his shoulder and carried the soil for Lao Yang.

When Lao Yang heard this, his face turned a little green. Gritted his teeth and said, "These old bastards, this is to let my blood go." No way! I've got to get up there quickly, or these old guys don't know what to order? As he spoke, he was about to rush to the teahouse.

"Hey, hey, hey! You slow down, slow down! It's going to be the New Year, and I can't do it to drop you for such a little thing! Come, Master Yang, I'll help you! The man hurriedly ran two steps to hold him up, and slowly walked towards the teahouse.

Lao Yang stood still and turned his head to look deeply at this guy with a big pie face. Xindao: Perhaps the comfort of being served here is the most important reason.

The guy helped Lao Yang all the way upstairs, Lao Yang kept saying hello to the old tea friends on the first floor, and the shopkeeper came over early to say hello. A few strange-looking guys took turns taking off their coats and warm hats for the old man along the way. Bring a hot towel to clean his hands, a small stove to warm up, and a copper ball in his hand.

By the time Lao Yang went up to the second floor, his whole body had already changed. Drinking tea in a wide cotton coat in a red-hot room with a stove is a pleasure.

"Hey, Old Man Yang. You're too late today! What, you want to escape again? As soon as he came out of the staircase, several old men at a window on the sunny side saw him, and a fat old man facing the staircase immediately shouted loudly.

"Go!" When Lao Yang heard this, his eyes immediately widened, and his bearded hand suddenly shook, and he plucked off a few of his perfect beards. Lao Yang looked down in distress, opened his mouth and scolded: "A few old immortals, don't lie down at home in the morning, run here so early, and don't be afraid that your fierce wife will pick up her rolling pin again!" ”

"Tsk, look at your reluctant look, isn't it just a few dollars of silver, Lao Li just called you an iron rooster!" The fat old man was scolded, but he was not angry, and he looked down from the corner of his eye to show a look of disdain.

"You!" Lao Yang's nose was almost crooked, and he stretched out his hand and kept trembling, looking like he was about to be divided at any time.

The fat old man turned a blind eye to his old friend's dangerous situation, and instead tilted his head to show a smug expression.

"Alright, alright! Don't make trouble with two old things, it's been a mess for decades, and you still fight when you meet like a child. Besides, do you think we came so early for your tea, have you forgotten that today is the day when the emperor and his old man went to the capital for fifteen years. The other three old men who were smiling and watching the play on the side, finally one of them couldn't watch it anymore, stood up and waved his hand with a helpless persuasion.

As soon as the words fell, Lao Yang's critically ill appearance disappeared immediately, sat down and changed to an emotional look, sighed, and said, "It's true, I didn't expect it to be fifteen years in a blink of an eye." ”

The old man sitting in the right seat picked up the teapot that was constantly tumbling on the small stove in the center of the table with his hand with a huge jade wrench, filled the teacup in front of Lao Yang, and gently knocked on the table with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, in another month, it will be the fifteenth year of Daewoo!" ”

An old man with gray hair next to him gently picked up the teacup and pecked it, spit out first-class heat outside the window, and said: "The prince has been in the customs for fifteen years, the people have lived and worked in peace and contentment for fifteen years, and the world has been peaceful for fifteen years!" ”

"Bump!"

"Bullshit!" The old man with a cross-faced face opposite him slapped the table with anger on his face, and shouted: "The world is still peaceful, which day has it stopped, either this or that, after fifteen years, how can there be anyone in the army who knows the emperor now, isn't it all Baihu said?!" ”

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly and persuaded: "Old Du, does it still make sense to say this now, it's already a foregone conclusion." It's not that you haven't seen the fate of those ministers who persuaded the emperor to take back his military power. Let's put our minds in our stomachs, we have passed the sixtieth year, and we are about to enter the old age or drink tea! ”

"Humph! I'm just not convinced! The old man surnamed Du didn't know the key to this, and after snorting heavily, he also picked up the tea bowl and blocked his mouth.

"Alas, this is the New Year, why are you talking about this?" Lao Yang sighed and said, "It's been more than ten years since a few of us old guys came down from the court, why are you still in this temper." ”

The fat old man smiled: "He has this temper, that is to say, if he really did it, the restaurant opposite would have been burned down by him more than a dozen times!" ”

"Hmph, just look at it, I'll burn the White Tiger's property for him sooner or later!" The old man glanced at the luxurious and exquisite restaurant opposite, nodded as if he was sure, and said, "Morning and evening!" ”

"Huh!" Looking at his appearance, several old men glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"However, the emperor's life is not easy now." The old man wearing the jade wrench finger had been showing a bit of sadness in his calm eyes, and said: "The power of the White Tiger is getting bigger and bigger, not only in the army, but also in the Manchu Dynasty, there are more than seven layers of civil and military personnel are his people, and the emperor's decree is becoming more and more difficult to implement. ”

"Seventh?" Lao Yang was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "I know that the White Tiger is not small, but it can't reach the seventh layer, so won't he become the main master of this great tomorrow?" ”

"No!" The white-haired old man gently stroked his long snow-white sideburns, shook his head lightly and said, "The power of the White Tiger is something that everyone in the world knows, and people don't want to hide it at all. Look at how many times when the emperor went to court in recent years? It's all in the afternoon, and the south study is waiting for the order! Some of the orders that came down were the meaning of the white tiger, and some of them were the emperor's thoughts, do you know? ”

Lao Yang shook his head stunned, not knowing what to do for a while.

"yes, no one knows!" The white-haired old man picked up the small teapot and refilled the tea for his old friends, and said, "So I don't doubt this question at all now, even if you say that everyone in the court is a white tiger, I will believe it." ”

"And ...... you?"

"My question is!" The white-haired old man picked up the teacup and blew it gently, saying, "Why hasn't the white tiger rebelled?" ”

"Make ...... Not! ”

When the old man heard the word rebellion, he felt like he had been bitten by a rat, and he jumped up with a bang, and he was about to roar out when he opened his mouth. Fortunately, Lao Yang next to him slapped him on the lips quickly, and slapped his two words back into his throat.

The old man wearing a jade wrench on the main seat knocked lightly on the table, let out a long breath, with an indescribably complicated look in his eyes, and said, "I know about this!" There's a big secret here! ”

"Oh?" The other four old men paused, their eyes widened, and their ears stood up. The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows even more, simply put down the tea bowl, and put on a look of listening carefully.

The old man looked up at the sky in the distance, looking at the embarrassed clouds that were wantonly torn by the north wind, and his eyes gradually showed a look of memory. The tea in the teapot on the small stove was halfway out, and now it was tumbling even harder, and the continuous water vapor spewing from the teapot spout enveloped several old men, and for a moment it seemed as if they had fallen into a fairyland.

After being silent for a while, I saw that several old friends were still waiting patiently for my speech with burning eyes, and for the first time there was a hint of self-deprecating smile on my face, and I held up the somewhat half-old teacup in front of my eyes, rubbed it lightly a few times, and said faintly: "Have you heard of the title of Taiyuan Wang?" (To be continued......)