Cui Longhai drank so violently that the fashionable wine also woke up halfway. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he thought to himself that people like Bato are living haunts, that is, poor people at the bottom, who should still be helped, and there are important things for him to do in the future. So Fashion hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Dad, what are you doing here? I don't blame Bato for this, it's the child who was happy to drink a few more glasses, and this has nothing to do with others!" When Cui Longhai heard that fashion called him Dad, the anger in his heart instantly disappeared half.

Cui Longhai immediately came up to support Shi Shi and said: "Son! Dad is sorry for your body! Since the son intercedes for Bato, then Dad will spare Bato's dog life for the time being! But this account has to be recorded for him, and the next time he commits it, he will not be spared......" When Cui Longhai and Fashion spoke, it was a kind and full of fatherly love. But when he turned his face to face Bato, his face was cold, it was really the official authority of the big master: "Bato, you dog offal, and your subordinates have listened to the official! If the young master makes any mistakes, the official will chop up all the others and feed them to the dog!"

Bato and his brothers hurriedly kowtowed: "The little one understands, the little one understands, the little one will definitely serve the good son with all his strength in the future!" Cui Longhai also ignored the kneeling Bato, and he affectionately pulled the fashion into the mansion. Fashion turned back to Bartow and said, "Barto, you bring your brothers in the bar too!"

Bato looked up at Cui Longhai pitifully, without Cui Longhai's consent, Bato categorically did not dare to enter the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. Cui Longhai also glanced back at Bato, he didn't speak, just snorted, and then took his son to the mansion to meet guests. Barto and the brothers stood up, sneakily entered the City Lord's Mansion through the side door with their heads bowed, and then found the wine table on the edge and sat down.

Cui Longhai clenched his fashionable hand, puffed his chest and proudly introduced his own son to several wealthy families of Quancheng: "Gentlemen, all the old and young masters of Quancheng! Please allow this official to introduce to you, this vigorous and handsome young man, he is the son of this official, the little birthday star of today's dinner, Young Master Cui Fashion!"

The guests all applauded and cheered! A voice came out of the crowd: "Then may I ask if Cui Fashion Boy is the Fashion Boy who wrote one hundred and eight eternal poems in one night in Osaka City?" The folds on Cui Longhai's face were full of laughter, as if those poems were all made by himself, and he laughed heartily and said excitedly: "That is exactly what my son Cui Fashion did! My son is also the minister of the Tang Dynasty, the chief soldier of the Western Battalion, and the righteous son of General Degong Meng Chongmeng! General Meng also intends to marry the daughter of the eldest lady Meng Li to my family! The old man also made a statement, and the old man was very satisfied with this marriage! After a few days, after the old man had chosen an auspicious time to give a dowry, the matter would be ironclad......

As soon as Cui Longhai finished speaking, he didn't wait for others to react, and laughed first. Cui Longhai never thought that he could have a son as a eunuch, and he was so outstanding and unparalleled! But this eunuch must be concealed. Cui Longhai thought that the raging fire that night more than ten years ago had already burned all the parties to death, even if it was an immortal, he would not think that he was the little eunuch back then, this is really not as good as heaven.

At this time, an old man in Chinese clothes with an extraordinary temperament came over and carefully studied the fashion, as if he had made some decision, he took out a gift slip from the big sleeve of the gorgeous clothes and handed it to the fashion and said: "Fashion boy, this is a gift list of 20,000 taels of silver, and the silver is on the carriage outside the house, and it is guarded by the family." After a while, the old man will send the family to bring it over and give it to the fashionable son!

Fashion was obviously stunned, and Fashion didn't have much money in his previous life, and someone suddenly gave him 20,000 taels of silver in this life, isn't that equivalent to 20 million yuan in his previous life? Where has Fashion seen so much cash? He was suddenly stunned. Cui Longhai had seen the world after all, he immediately reacted and laughed: "Shi'er, you may not know each other, right? This is your Uncle Murong, he is the richest man in our Jiangnan, known as Murong Boyi, a salt merchant in Jiangnan who is known as the richest country! You take the money that your uncle gave you, there is nothing wrong with it! You are not an official, there is no such thing as corruption and bribery, hahaha..."

Cui Longhai was happy with himself first, and when he saw that his father said so, he put the gift list into his arms. There is no free lunch in the world, this is very reasonable, the reason why Murong Boyi is willing to spend blood to win over fashion is that after determining that fashion is the righteous son of the minister of Yipin, he keenly found that the only person who can save the Murong family is fashion. Salt, horses, rice, iron, tea, and silk have always been under the exclusive control of the Tang Dynasty, and those who contract and operate these special commodities must be designated by the imperial court, not anyone who wants to operate them. In other words, Murong Boyi's wealth was given by the imperial court, to be precise, by the Tang Emperor! If he offended the emperor one day, it would not be a matter of confiscating the right to operate, and if he didn't do it well, he would have to raid his family and exterminate his family! Murong Boyi's son, Murong Fengyu, was a merry boy who had a wide range of friends, and he also established a gang called the "Royalist Alliance," with Murong Fengyu as the leader of the alliance. The slogan of the Royalist League is "Swear to protect the emperor, Qing Jun side" The spearhead is directly aimed at the metropolitan governor Chuan Fengjia! It is said that Chuan Fengjia is ready to start a counterattack, once Chuan Fengjia counterattacks, it will be difficult for the Murong family to preserve.

According to the current ranking of the Tang Dynasty's important ministers, the only one who can compete with the Governor of Sichuan Fengjia is the first-class minister Meng Chong! Meng Chong is upright, and no one wants to win him over! Murong Boyi is now anxious to have a good relationship with fashion, first, fashion has a special kinship with Meng Chong, and second, he wants his son Murong Fengyu to marry fashion as Jin Lan. Murong Boyi only hated that he didn't have a daughter, otherwise this matter would be much easier, he would not hesitate to marry his daughter to Fashion, so that Fashion would soon become a person on the same chain of interests as him. But now that I don't have a daughter, I can only use money to open the way.

Cui Longhai, who has lived in officialdom for a long time, can naturally see the doorway, and his heart actually wants to have a good relationship with the Murong family, so they talked happily. The atmosphere of the whole dinner was very harmonious, all the rich and powerful people in Quancheng, and the fashion was basically acquainted, and the gift money was received so that the fashion had no worries about food and clothing in this life.

Fashion really wants to get to know Murong Fengyu, but I heard Murong Boyi say that Murong Fengyu and Jiangnan genius Sun Simiao happened to go to Hangzhou West Lake Saishi, and it has been a few days, and it is estimated that they will be able to return to Quancheng as early as tomorrow morning. When the fashion heard Sun Simiao's name, his heart was shocked! And repeatedly confirmed whether it was Sun Simiao, who was known as the "holy boy"? Everyone nodded and said that it was the erudite and talented Sun Simiao, who was only 17 years old this year and was able to win the title of the first person in the township examination. It's just that Sun Simiao doesn't want to be an official, so he has to write and paint, cultivate the way of immortality, and claim that everyone in the world is a layman, and only wind and rain are with him.

(The wind and rain that Sun Simiao said is that Murong Fengyu) The fashion audience commented on Sun Simiao and Murong Fengyu, which aroused his curiosity about these two even more, and he decided that he must find a time to visit Murong Fengyu and Sun Simiao tomorrow.

Just as they were full of wine and food, and were about to disperse, the housekeeper guarding the door suddenly came to report: "Phantom Guard Baiwei has sent Lu Zhaolin to visit!" Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and their expressions were as if they heard that a ghost was coming. Fashion knows that this Tang Dynasty is different from the Tang Dynasty in history, but what kind of official is this Phantom Guard?

Fashion asked a small school next to him softly, and the family told Fashion: "Young master, this Phantom Guard is a royal team raised by the emperor with his own private treasury silver and treasury silver, and it is directly under the jurisdiction of the saint! The Phantom Guard's office is all Qincha, and they are dressed in brocade shark official uniforms, and they are proud of their toes. The official names of the Phantom Guard from top to bottom are: Supervision and Inspection Envoy, Town Inspection Envoy, Inspection Envoy, Thousand Guard Envoy, Hundred Guard Envoy, Phantom School Guard, Phantom Flag Guard, Phantom Lux, and the Phantom Flag Guard are all regular editors, and the officials who see Datang when they are in the office are all one level older, and they don't need to give big gifts to officials who are higher than themselves. Phantom Guard's Yulu is the highest, higher than any official of the same level in the Tang Dynasty!"

Isn't this the special agency Jinyiwei in charge of the prison in the Ming Dynasty, which gave the right to patrol and arrest, and set up a pacification department and engaged in reconnaissance, arrest, interrogation and other activities?" Jia Ding scratched his head in confusion: "Young Master, which dynasty is the Ming Dynasty you are talking about? What does Jinyiwei do?"