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Shangguan Xiu, Xiao Jue, and Wu Yufei walked towards the tavern. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Handing over the horses to the guy at the door of the shop, the three of them walked into the tavern. The diners inside were black, and after waiting for a while, they waited for an empty place and sat down one after another. Shangguan Xiu casually took out a book from the package and looked at it seriously.

Before leaving Shangjing, Shangguan Xiu specially asked for a few books on learning Besa from Zi Yiling. In the war with Besa, he couldn't help but understand Besa's language, and along the way, Shangguanxiu had been practicing Besa hard.

Xiao Jue ordered four pots of wine to the shopkeeper, six dishes of Fengjun's specialty.

During the meal, the chatter of the surrounding diners came into their ears from time to time.

"The government is now collecting grain again, and the price of grain is thirty percent higher than before, it seems that there is really going to be a war!"

"The Ningnan people and the Besa people are fighting in Duki, what does it have to do with our Wind Country?"

"Hmph! Originally, it was unrelated, but with Shangguan Xiu here, it became relevant if it wasn't closed. Another diner interjected indignantly: "Shangguan Xiu has always been very happy, and he wants to leave a name in history, this time the Ningnan people and the Besa people are fighting, can he sit idly by?"

"That's right, the Zhenjun army has now run to Wind County, I think, it's going for Duki!"

"This time, I don't know how many people will die!"

"With Shangguan Xiu here, the Wind Country is not good. Are there still fewer people killed by him?"

"In the whole world, how come there is no one with insight who can cut off his head......"

Listening to everyone's words, my words, there was not a good word, the more he said, the more excessive, it was all accusations and abuses against Shangguan Xiu, Xiao Jue suddenly stopped eating, and with a crisp click, the chopsticks in his hand broke in response.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Shangguan Xiu stretched out his hand, gently pressed it on his arm, and shook his head slightly.

Xiao Jue looked at Shangguan Xiu, and his already erect figure slowly sat back again, his fists clenched tightly, and his joints burst into a crunching sound. He felt distressed and worthless for Shangguan Xiu, and he took the opportunity to send troops to Besa, for what, not for the sake of the country and the foundation, in order to eliminate the threat from the north. Brother Xiu didn't dare to bury him until he died, and wanted to cremate his body and scatter his bones and ashes, for what?

What is clear is self-purifying, it is all nonsense, and rumors will not stop at the wise, but will only become more and more intense, and more versions will be derived.

Is it worth it? Xiao looked at Shangguan Xiu with a blank eye.

Manly, a big man, he stands up to the sky, does not seek to be recognized by the public, but seeks to have a clear conscience. Shangguan Xiu smiled at Xiao Jue.

He thought of Cai Xiao, who leaned towards the government and the opposition and used power for personal gain, Song Sheng, who was narrow-minded and excluded dissidents, and Qiu Yi, who did not hesitate to betray national politics for personal gain.

If a country is only controlled by a group of insatiable and selfish hypocrites, brazenly occupying the highest point of morality, and no one comes forward and no one acts as the wicked person referred to by Wanfu, then the country will not be saved.

The group of people with the worst moral character and the most corrupt morals have the supreme power, and the most hypocritical and despicable villains can win the best reputation, and the people no longer know what is decent and what is right and wrong, and the decline of the empire begins here.

Shangguan Xiu didn't dare to say that he was the savior of the Wind Country, but as a Wind Man, he must at least be worthy of the ancestors and ancestors, the sages and martyrs of the Wind Country, and the blood in his body.

He picked up the wine glass, raised his head, drank all the wine in the cup, and said quietly: "Autumn leaves know the wind falling, my generation, I know why I am fighting!"

After the meal, Shangguan Xiu and the three of them walked on the street, and when they saw an antique and magnificent antique shop, Shangguan Xiu walked in. In the antique shop, he found a pair of ink treasures by the sage Zhao Juzheng.

He vaguely remembered that Tang Yu admired Zhao Juzheng's personality very much, and even more appreciated his calligraphy, and collected many authentic works of Zhao Juzheng.

He picked up the scroll, and four big characters were written on it: Heaven rewards hard work. Shangguan Xiuzheng admired it with relish, and the guy in the store stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Childe, are you interested in Mr. Juzheng's ink treasure?"

Looking at Shangguan Xiu's dress, it is not gorgeous, and there are no miscellaneous jewelry, but if you look closely, you will find that the texture of his clothes is excellent, it is a rare Jingjin, the workmanship is exquisite and meticulous, and it is definitely not from the hands of ordinary tailors.

The shopkeeper was well-informed, and his attitude towards Shangguan Xiu was extremely polite, and he was a guest, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in his hand, and was waiting carefully on the side.

"What's the price?" Shangguan Xiu glanced at the guy and asked.

"As soon as you look at Childe, you know that Childe is an expert, and now Mr. Juzheng's real handiwork is rare to see, and such a large ink treasure is a rare ...... in the world."

"It's wordy. Shangguan Xiu reminded indifferently.

The shopkeeper cleared his throat in embarrassment, bowed down and said, "If the son sincerely wants to buy it, this ink treasure can be sold for five thousand taels." ”

Xiao Jue couldn't help but snort heavily, he only wrote four words, but he asked for five thousand taels of silver, why didn't he grab it?

Shangguan Xiu thought about it and felt that the price was fair, although it was not cheap, but it was not ridiculously expensive, he turned his head sideways and said, "Absolutely." ”

Xiao Jue took a deep breath, reached into his arms, took out a dozen silver tickets from his arms, looked at them carefully, took out five of them, and handed them to the shopkeeper.

The store guys' favorite is such a customer, who doesn't grind, doesn't bargain, buys when he says he buys, and is generous. He took the silver ticket with a smile on his face, nodded his head, couldn't help frowning, and blurted out: "Is it the silver ticket of the Sitong Silver Number?"

Sitong Silver is a powerful silver horn that has only recently been born, and its founder is Qian Jin, which belongs to the industry of Shuratang.

After two national wars, the Zhenjun army plundered back a large amount of gold and silver from Ningnan, which laid an economic foundation for Qian Jin to open a silver number.

Later, Shuratang set up branch halls in various counties and counties through the secret assistance of the Zi family, the Nie family, and the Jiang family, and took advantage of this convenience to open the branch of the Sitong Silver Number to the counties and counties of the Wind Country.

(There are two main sources of income from the ancient silver trumpet, one is the collection of private management fees.) People kept their silver in silver trumpets, and instead of interest, they charged a storage fee. Even so, the rich are still willing to keep the silver in the silver number, after all, the silver ticket is just a piece of paper, which is easy to collect, and the large amount of silver stored at home is very easy to lose, stolen, or even robbed. Another source of income for the silver account is the external lending of the silver number, which charges high interest. ）

Silver bills, can be regarded as the most primitive banknotes, issued by the silver number, the style is similar, with a unique anti-counterfeiting logo, as for whether it can be circulated, how wide the scope of circulation, it depends on the popularity and credibility of the silver number issued by the silver ticket.

Among the private silver accounts in the wind country, the Cai family's Baofeng Qian Zhuang and the Song family's Kaiyuan silver number are the most well-known, and the people's recognition is also the highest. Shuratang's Sitong Silver Account is only a latecomer, and it has only recently been set up in Yancheng, and its recognition is naturally not high.

Seeing the hesitation on the guy's face, Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?" Do you think the silver ticket I gave you is fake?"

"No, no, no, the small one doesn't have this meaning, it's just that the silver ticket of the four silver numbers is still the first time I've seen it, as for whether it can be received, the small one has to ask the shopkeeper first. ”

"Hmph. Xiao Jue snorted coldly.

The shopkeeper asked Shangguanxiu and the three of them to sit down, served tea and sent snacks and fruits, and settled the three of them, and then the shopkeeper left in a hurry and asked the manager.

The person in charge arranged another guy to take a silver ticket and run to the Sitong silver number to confirm that the silver ticket was real and could be exchanged for silver.

After a busy time, half an hour passed, and the person in charge personally came forward to pack the Mobao that Shangguan Xiu bought. Shangguan Xiu walked to a counter and casually picked up a small mirror from it. This small mirror is a foreign product, glazed mirror, one side is smeared with mercury, wrapped in sterling silver on the outside, and inlaid with rubies, delicate and beautiful. The small mirror is not big, smaller than the palm of his hand, Shangguan Xiu played with the small mirror and fell into deep thought. He remembered the goodbye he had said to Tang Ling when he left Shangjing.

Shangjing, the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Garden.

"Xiang'er, tomorrow I will leave Beijing and go north. ”

"Leaving tomorrow?"

"yes. ”

Tang Ling bit her lip lightly, lowered her head, and after a while, she whispered in a hoarse voice: "Tailwind, triumphant." After speaking, she turned and walked towards the imperial study, and said without looking back, "I won't send you tomorrow." ”

Tang Ling told him before that she didn't like parting, and she didn't like to see her off, like parting from life and death. Shangguan Xiu looked at her beautiful and lonely back, and couldn't help but call: "Xiang'er." ”

"Huh?" Tang Ling stopped, turned his head back, and looked at him with bright eyes without blinking.

"Wait for me to return to Beijing. He said word by word, more like a guarantee to Tang Ling.

"Good. Tang Ling smiled.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color. Her smile at that time was so beautiful that it was suffocating, and it was deeply impressed in Shangguan Xiu's mind, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life.

He held the small mirror, laughed involuntarily, turned his head and said, "Shopkeeper, I bought this mirror." ”

The manager smiled and said: "Childe, this mirror, even if it is given to Childe by the shop, I hope Childe will continue to visit the shop next time." ”

Imported products are not cheap, this mirror, to say the least, costs one hundred and eighty taels of silver, which is enough for ordinary people to spend for several years, but compared with Shangguan Xiu's generosity, it is five thousand taels when one shot, and one hundred and eighty taels is really insignificant.

The generous Ling Shangguan in charge smiled, he casually handed the mirror to Wu Yufei, nodded to the manager, and said with a smile: "In this way, thank you to the shopkeeper." ”

"Childe is polite. ”

Walking out of the antique shop, Shangguan Xiu no longer delayed and walked towards Jingxuan Pavilion. Jingxuan Pavilion is Tang Yu's residence, he has now been deprived of the title of duke, no longer a prince, naturally not qualified to live in the palace, and Jingxuan Pavilion is actually a palace, but after Tang Yu moved in, the plaque of the palace was taken off and replaced with the plaque of Jingxuan Pavilion.