It was like a gust of wind blowing through the entire Kyoto Castle, from the east of the city to the west of the city, blowing through the old Wangjiatang front swallows, also blowing through the sycamore trees, and finally blowing in front of the courtyard of the river. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, there were several strange people standing in front of the door of the river, they were wearing ordinary linen clothes and plain blue cloth shoes, but their eyes were always full of bright colors, which made people look surprised.

But there was a hint of embarrassment on their faces, and they looked at each other, as if they were estranged from each other, and neither of them was willing to take care of the other, so they just stood, even though the door of the courtyard was tightly closed, and no one cared.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and whispered: "I said Master He, then Master Jiang is not at home, right?"

The one who was called Master He stroked his beard gently, shook his head and said, "I don't know, and wait, haven't you heard the story of the thatched house?"

The man was speechless, but the other said sarcastically: "Then you have to look twice, you can go quickly, didn't you say that He Hongcai has a pair?"

Master He turned his head, looked at him dissatisfied, and said, "You don't know that He Hongcai's bastard boy, he said he was sick this morning, and now the people in front of his door don't need to be so few." ”

The group of people in front of the small painting gate watched by an unknown passer-by wanted to come over to join in the fun, but before they reached the corner of the street, they were stopped by a guard with a meaty face. He was so frightened that he thought it was someone from the Torture Arrest Hall who was handling the case, so he hurriedly pulled out his legs and walked away, not daring to look back at this side again.

Although they watched these adults act in a low-key manner and did not want to reveal it to outsiders, they asked the guards to block more than ten households before and after the Seven Paintings, and how could the people outside not guess.

For example, the shopkeeper of the rice shop who begged for a painting in front of Jianghe Gate that day was patting his thighs and scolding his mother-in-law in annoyance.

"Look at you melon girl, I told you to buy a painting, you don't believe it, it's some shabby stuff that you don't use, you look at it, you show me. ”

"See, that's the big official in the court, the big man I watched in the Xuanwu Gate that day, and now I'm lining up to buy the painting of the seventh master, if you had listened to me earlier, we would have made a fortune by now!"

"Niang Xipi, all the money earned by guarding a rotten rice shop all day long is given to the government, hey, it's really not a fortune. And that Seventh Master is not a thing..."

Speaking of this, the owner of the rice shop suddenly lowered his voice, cautiously raised his head and looked around, and made sure that he didn't see the guy from the White Dragon Gang before muttering carefully: "It wasn't terrible to sell me one that day, but now it's okay, I can't afford to sell my shop." ”

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He Hongcai, as a small squire officer, only has ten days of sick leave a year, although he is conscientious and diligent in seeking knowledge and is deeply loved by the leaders above, but this leave is not more than one day, and more importantly, he has used it nine times before, and this is the last sick leave.

Although he had already prepared, he still couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the housekeeper knocking on the door again and again to report the visitors outside the door, and then scolded Fu Anran's ancestors for seven generations in his heart.

"Fu Laogou, when you return to your hometown, Lao Tzu will definitely go to your house to put a hundred and eighteen big red cannonballs, it's too deceitful!" He Hongcai slapped his Taishi chair legs and feet, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was annoyed.

Suddenly, the housekeeper outside the door came to knock on the door again, and when he heard the annoying knocking sound, He Hongcai scolded angrily: "Don't you say it, are you going to be angry with me!"

The housekeeper outside the door trembled, bent his waist in embarrassment, and then whispered helplessly: "Master... The lord said he had to see you. ”

He Hongcai threw the teacup in his hand to the door, and scolded: "See you, don't you say that I can't get up from the bed because of the cold wind?"

The housekeeper trembled, not knowing where to go, and then after a while, he suddenly knelt down by the door and said to He Hongcai: "Master, the little one has knelt down for you, I really don't dare to say it anymore, Prime Minister, just see you." ”

He Hongcai stood up in an uproar when he heard the sound, opened the door, looked at the poor old butler kneeling on the ground and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you talking about... Coming?"

"Your Excellency. ”

He Hongcai was almost sat on the threshold with a butt, he thought he had a hot potato, but he didn't expect this to be a hot coral!

He scolded Fu Anran's eighteenth generation of ancestors with great speed in his heart, and then hurriedly grabbed the old housekeeper in front of him and said: "Why don't you arrange a bed for me quickly, remember, knock on the door three times when you bring Prime Minister Zhang, don't forget!"

The old housekeeper hurriedly nodded and agreed, and ran towards the door, He Hongcai also trotted to his bedroom, and ripped his clothes while running, which scared the He family a lot, and hurriedly chased and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

He Hongcai didn't have time to take care of her, he ran and said, "Go back to your house quickly, don't come out to make trouble for me later." ”

He Shi was driven back to the house in a daze, and the entire He Mansion suddenly became nervous, and even the chickens and ducks raised by the subordinates quietly poked their heads to look at the adult who came in from the main gate.

So on a hot afternoon, He Hong, who pretended to be sick, met with the chief prime minister of our southern country, still in his ward.

We have no way of knowing what was said during this period, but in the end, we saw a chubby middle-aged man in a brocade robe walking out of the small backyard of the He family and getting into a luxurious carriage.

As night fell, this may have come to an end today, but it was like the beginning, how could the wind that had blown throughout the city of Kyoto be so easily blocked by the screen of the house wall?

If there is any overlap in the topics above the family chatter at the dinner table this night, it must be the matter of today's court and the hundreds of officials competing for paintings.

A certain young man was holding a wine glass with a sigh, and his wife was talking about what he had heard today, and his eyebrows were flying and dancing better than the storyteller in the teahouse, and the beautiful young woman was dumbfounded when she heard this legendary story, and almost dropped the chopsticks in her hand on the table.

"You mean that the Prime Minister personally went to He Hongcai's house to ask for paintings?"

The little clerk took a sip of wine and raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly and said loudly: "That's not it, I heard that He Hongcai pretended to be sick and couldn't afford it, and he was almost not lifted by the prime minister!"

"It's amazing, if only we had a painting by that artist, you wouldn't be sitting in this position if you took it to any adult you wanted. ”

The little clerk looked at his wife dissatisfied, as if he felt that what she said was very wrong, he knocked on the corner of the table with a wine glass and said seriously: "Why do you think of some evil ways, besides, people will paint us like us? Don't you know, I heard that there is a street of people lined up outside the small courtyard on Dongzhi Street, and they are all watching." ”

He raised his eyebrows as if he were there.

"It's almost squatting at the door of the painting house for dinner, and I heard that the painter is not simple, there are many identities, the seventh master of the White Dragon Gang, the first student of the Protectorate this year. ”

"That's right, not to mention that I almost forgot, tomorrow the Qingteng will meet, maybe I can see the painter, wow, I don't know how wonderful the Qingteng will be this time. ”

The beautiful young woman was stunned and asked puzzledly: "Isn't the White Dragon Gang a gang of rivers and lakes? How can such a person be admitted to the National Guardian Academy?

The little clerk drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, waved his hand slightly drunk, and said: "There are some things, you don't know, I heard that the White Dragon Gang is..."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he closed his mouth suddenly, looked out of the window with his eyes drunk and without nervousness, then got up and pushed open the window to look at the night outside, and sat back at the table after a long time, and then whispered: "Okay, let's not talk about these things, eat quickly, wash my feet and go to bed." ”

Although under the various doubts and questions of the little daughter-in-law, the little official kept silent and kept secret, only the night and candles outside the window were quietly reflected, shining on the jujube trees in the courtyard.

The jujube tree is not small, it is as high as a two-story attic, and it seems that it is also an antique for decades, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant like a pavilion cover, and at this moment a man in black is sitting on the tree, hiding in the branches and leaves and yawning boredly.

The shadows of the branches and leaves on the trees swayed with the evening breeze, posing strange shadows, and the moon was far away, shining in this huge Kyoto castle, and there were people sitting under the moon.

Jiang He squinted, the shadow of the leaves shone on his side face, and a long sword as black as night lay across his knees, blending into the shadows of the trees, gloomy and unsightly. That sword is Hu Xiaoliu's "big black", like a burning stick, burned black, but faintly glowing, very weird, like coming from the night and cutting through the night.

After a long time, knowing that the shadow of the tree was completely covered by Jiang He's face, Jiang He opened his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the half of the moon like a dog's tooth and suddenly smiled slightly, laughing a little reluctantly, a little stiff, this was his third thousand meditations, and once again ended in failure.

So Jiang He habitually smiled, seemed to laugh at himself, and laughed at this ridiculous fate, although he was unwilling, but Jiang He didn't want to try again, his heart was suddenly a little bored, he looked at the small wooden door, Hu Xiaoliu, who had drunk the boiled wine, was already lying on the bed board and snoring.

Jiang He rubbed his sore shoulders and stood up, he stuffed Da Hei back to the handle of the umbrella, then tied it with a rope, and went out in the moonlight.

The moon was not very bright tonight, and it was not round, and Jiang He was walking alone in the street, and the shops on both sides of the street had long since closed for rest, so there were not many pedestrians on the street, only a few drunks who came out of the liquor store were staggering towards their way home.

Jiang He raised his head to look at the moon above his head, and suddenly sighed softly.

"Is this how the Ivy League Conference is here, the days go by so fast. ”

Jiang He stood in place and let the evening breeze blow his hair, tickling his cheeks, he suddenly laughed again, tomorrow morning he can see some acquaintances, and some people who he hates, Jiang He suddenly raised the umbrella in his hand and gestured to the sky for a while.

"Ha, come on, hack you to death!"

The wild cat by the roadside looked up at the strange young man, raised his paws and climbed gently up the high wall, and walked towards his home, such a man he had seen too much, and was not as interesting as the rats in the yard.

Jiang He put away his umbrella, grinned, and leaked a row of white teeth, he suddenly wanted to drink, drink a lot of wine.

There happened to be a wine shop on the corner of the street, and a free wind blew, Jiang He put away his umbrella, raised his feet and walked forward, no longer looking at the lonely moon.