Guanghan Villa in the west of the capital, there are several lively streets around the bottom of the mountain, because there are not a few celebrities who come to Guanghan Villa every year, so the surrounding economy is derived.

On Guanghan South Street, a stout man was pulling a cart, followed by a man and a woman, and there were three stoves on the cart, and the pots on the stoves had a trace of mist emitting from them. The cart walked very slowly, and every once in a while, the woman who looked like a village woman would shout: "The freshly baked Dongqiao pot helmet!"

Whenever a woman shouted, a middle-aged man who was half a head shorter than her would lift the lid a little bit, allowing the aroma of the pot helmet to fill the air and attract passers-by.

As soon as there is business, the thick man pulling in front of him will stop, and then smile stupidly.

The three of them are Bu Fanchen, Makuhime, and Zhenshan in disguise. To this day, the three of them have been the second day of selling "authentic pot helmets" at the foot of Guanghan Villa. On the first day, the three of them pushed the cart and slowly walked through Guanghan East Street and North Street, and today they started from South Street to West Street.

Because Guanghan Fourth Street is crowded with people all year round, and there are many unfamiliar faces, no one notices them.

Today's weather is excellent, and the sunlight is gentle but not scorching.

After a while, the fragrant pot helmet attracted many tourists and residents, including the tourists who bought their pot helmet on East Street yesterday. It was a young man in a green shirt, who looked not very old, about sixteen or seventeen, not a native of Kyoto, but his style was in line with the standards of the southern Canglan area.

The young man has a crane pattern folding fan in his hand, and the fan bone is ink-colored, which sets off the thin and tall image of the young man, but it has a bit of bookish charm.

First smelled the aroma of the pot helmet, and then heard the loud shout, the young man put away the folding fan, his eyes flashed a glimmer of light, turned his head to look at the moving pot helmet shop, with a little smile on his face, and walked quickly to meet it.

After disguise, Bu Fanchen lives like a middle-aged man. They left an impression in their minds of every guest they received, and naturally remembered that the young man had bought a pot helmet yesterday, but he still pretended not to know, and said to the boy with great enthusiasm: "Childe, do you want to have a fragrant Dongqiao pot helmet, our pot helmet is absolutely authentic, and it is good and cheap." ”

The young man didn't seem to be in a hurry to buy it, and when he saw that Bu Fanchen was talking to him, he happened to be fine, so he became interested and asked: "This boss, I don't know where the word Dongqiao of your Dongqiao pot helmet comes from!"

Bu Fanchen had already prepared his homework, and the other party's meaning was nothing more than to ask whether his own pot helmet was authentic.

Immediately, he had a smile on his face, but he said a little proudly between his words: "If you return to Gongzi, the word Dongqiao is naturally the Dongqiao in the lower reaches of the Canglan River." “

The young man smiled lightly and said in the Dongqiao dialect: "Have you ever heard the sentence: The fish in the middle of the river play the green willows, and the beauties on the shore share poetry and sorrow?"

Bu Fanchen's heart was slightly flustered, and he nodded with a smile, and when Mu Ji saw this, he rushed to say: "Eh! I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman in this capital city! Come on, come on, I invited this pot helmet today, don't be polite, fellow countryman." “

"Oh, I'll just say, it's my mother-in-law's hometown, no wonder you ask me Dongqiao!" Bu Fanchen imitated Makuhime's tone, and followed in a jerky Dongqiao dialect.

Because the costume is the appearance of a civilian, the two of Bu Fanchen and the young man have different speaking styles, the young man speaks very gently, and he and the curtain Ji have very loud voices. After coming and going, many people on the street knew that Makuhime was a native of Dongqiao, and Bu Fanchen, as Makuhime's partner, was a local in the suburbs not far from Beijing, so he could speak the dialect of Dongqiao but was not proficient.

After knowing the situation of the two of them, the young man inevitably felt a little emotional, after all, there are not many people who can come out of the small place of Dongqiao, and it is not easy to meet the villagers. And he can only be regarded as most of the Dongqiao people.

The young man turned his gaze to the big man pulling the cart, and his eyes were full of inquiry, wanting to ask if the man pulling the cart was also from Dongqiao, a bit of a hometown and an old acquaintance.

Feeling the sight of the young man, Zhenshan just responded with a smile and did not speak.

Makuhime noticed this scene and hurriedly explained: "Childe, this is a brother, he can't speak, and he is also from Dongqiao. ”

After Makuhime's introduction, Zhenshan smiled even more silly, and vaguely two rows of teeth leaked out, and his mouth still read: "Aba! Ahba! Ahba!"

In the end, the young man bought a few pieces of pot helmets that tasted good, and left after a few words in the Dongqiao dialect with the curtain hime, and when he left, the young man left his name, Zhuge Qingyun, his mother was a Dongqiao person, and his father was from Qi County.

Since his youth, many people around him have recognized the fact that the three of them are from Higashihashi, and there are many people who know Higashibashi in Kyoto, but not many people have been there, but they just know that it is a place suitable for growing poets, and for the martial southern country, the customs of that place are not suitable for most martial arts life, and it has nothing to do with the vitality, it is completely a local attribute.

The arrival of the young man was a big surprise for the three of Bu Fanchen, and of course the result was very good.

Bu Fanchen and the three of them pushed the pot helmet car, and after shopping on South Street, they went to West Street, which was also the only street they had not visited on Guanghan Fourth Street.

In the evening, the three of them stopped in a deserted suburb southwest of Guanghan Villa.

Although he worked as a coachman all day, Zhenshan did not feel a trace of fatigue, but looked excited. It was Makuhime and Bu Fanchen, and the expressions on their faces didn't seem to be relaxed.

Makuhime cut off a branch and drew a topographic map on the bottom of the three of them, which was the Hirohan Villa and the four surrounding streets. Pointing to one of the holes poked by the branch, Makuhime said solemnly: "If the news is not wrong, then Gongsun Mingyang will come down from here in the near future, and with him, there are some young talents affiliated to their Gongsun family, although they are not the top ones, but their strength should not be underestimated,"

Bu Fanchen stared at the terrain, listening to Makuhime's analysis, thinking about it, and when Makuhime finished speaking, he asked again: "Are you sure you can't do it in Guanghan Villa?"

Mu Ji shook her head, although it was not the first time that Bu Fanchen asked, she still patiently explained: "Childe, Guanghan Villa is a royal property, there must be masters in it, we make a move in Guanghan Palace, it is bound to leave a handle, recently the people in the imperial city have been up and down, if we become this bird, I'm afraid it's not good." Moreover, the major families in the capital and several powerful princes were even brighter at this time, waiting for that opportunity. Once someone breaks this deadlock first, they will spare no stone to eat him, so as to completely destroy the situation and open the curtain on the change of imperial power. “

Bu Fanchen nodded lightly, what Mu Ji said was indeed true. Then he asked: "That Zhuge Qingyun shouldn't be an ordinary person, do you know him?"

Murong Qiyan was looking for an opportunity to talk to Bu Fanchen, but he didn't expect Bu Fanchen to ask first, so he said slowly: "Zhuge Qingyun, my mother is from the East Bridge of the Canglan River, and her ancestral home is Zhuge in Qiheng County. It is rumored that this person can become a poem in seven steps at the age of seven, and he already has his own poetry collection at the age of ten, and his calligraphy is even more vigorous and gentle, the most important thing is that this person loves the art of war the most, but in recent years, there have not been many wars in the south, and he has no chance, so no one knows his military talent. ”

Bu Fanchen stared at the picture in front of him, had some thoughts, and said slowly: "The southern country is still martial arts, presumably a person of his type will not be used in the family." “

Makuhime also guessed like this, he came to Guanghan this time, presumably he would not be the protagonist, and the purpose of Yu Shangxin is estimated to be to borrow their writing to secretly promote the situation in the capital, and after the situation is chaotic, this group of literati will be raised in captivity, and when the overall situation is decided, they will be used as the chaotic ministers and thieves who disturb the country. ”

Bu Fanchen shook his head lightly, thinking that the royal family was indeed a deep pool.

After being silent for a while, he made a decision in his heart, his eyes shone brightly, and he looked at Mu Ji and said, "Do you think we can work this Zhuge Qingyun?"

Makuhime recalled Bu Fanchen's words, gently rubbed her temple with the little finger of her left hand, and after a while asked in a puzzled tone, "Childe wants to use the Dongqiao dialect?"

Bu Fanchen smiled faintly and began to share his plan with Makuhime.

The interception and killing of Gongsun Mingyang will naturally make a big fuss, so it is better for people to see the cart that was destroyed by themselves, or even the place where today's discussion is being discussed, and some clues can be found. After all, Zhuge Qingyun has helped a lot, half of the poets of Dongqiao, and his own questions and answers, is it true that the three of them are Dongqiao's identity. In this way, no one will suspect the Prince's Palace.

In Guanghan Villa, Gongsun Mingyang, who had just finished gathering with major young talents, exuded a strange look in his eyes, and today he came here to attract contacts for Yu Shangxin.

It's not that he hasn't experienced the scene of the stars holding the moon, but it is the first time he has experienced the moon holding the stars. You must know that most of the 100 people in Guanghan Villa today are more talented than him, and there are even many family sects that are not inferior to the prime minister's mansion in terms of force and financial resources.

But today, whether it is a super sect or a thousand-year-old chaebol, in this Guanghan Ruyi Hall, he is the leader. Even the Gongsun behind him can't just follow him honestly today, you must know that although his Gongsun Mingyang's talent is not weak, and now he has the strength of the martial arts high-level, but he is still only a second-rate genius in the Gongsun family. Compared with those low-key freaks, he is still a lot worse, and the grandson behind him can't be one, only sixteen years old, not only a few small realms higher than him, but also a lot higher than him, and he is a seed player who can kill the enemy beyond the ranks.

He knew that all this was closely related to the information of the eldest emperor's grandson, who was his quasi-brother-in-law, and he was not stupid, and he knew that it was an excellent opportunity to highlight himself in the Gongsun family and make up for the talent gap with those few.

Don't look at the fifteenth of Xuan Shangxin now, the cultivation of the third order of martial arts, but he knows that it is extremely terrifying for people who are in the direct line of the Bu family, you must know that the direct line of the Bu family, but anyone who wants to participate in the battle for the throne, there is no one who dares to only care about cultivation in the early stage and not cultivate the mind, the rite of adulthood, the Ping Shen Sword Formation is not a joke.

At present, it seems that Gongsun who is losing behind him in terms of combat power and cultivation cannot, but he is sure that once he passes the Pingshen Sword Formation, the growth rate in the later stage is definitely not bad, and the Bu family has been running the southern country for 30,000 years, so it naturally relies on the ultimate combat power, that is, those who survived the late stage cultivators of the Bu family.

When a person's state of mind is higher than that of cultivation, he really has the opportunity to ask questions from people who are higher than he is cultivating. But it seems that simple mind cultivation is actually extremely difficult, after all, youth is the most ignorant time, and the mind at that time will be the most uninhibited, and it is also the time when the wild horse is the most intense, and mind cultivation is to do the more difficult thing on the basis of the three most.

He is very glad that he has an equally excellent sister, Gongsun Mingyu, he will not feel inferior or proud because of his sister's light, because he knows that every gain he has gained is through paying, such as that Zhifenglou, he counted his life in the plan, once the change is beyond the plan, he does not mind dying in the forces of other princes, in this way, at least the eldest prince can have enough buffer time to regain control of the situation.

After watching those young talents say goodbye to themselves, they all walked down the Guanghan Mountain, and Gongsun Mingyang was full of smiles. After instructing his subordinates to pack their luggage, he was also ready to go down the mountain and go home, ready to wait for the start of their young man's chess game in the capital.

Zhuge Qingyun went down the mountain with several literature lovers who were similar to him because his cultivation was not high.

Bu Fanchen and Mu Ji, like many traders, seemed to know that there were distinguished guests on the mountain today, so they moved the pot helmet shop to the entrance of the small street and the villa, which is also strange, just like Zhuge Qingyun chose the road down the mountain. Therefore, Zhuge Qingyun heard the familiar shouting when he first arrived at the foot of the mountain.

When he heard the words "Dongqiao pot helmet", Zhuge Qingyun's eyes condensed slightly for a while, and his heart quickly turned over the information he knew in the capital, and pieced together the seemingly scattered things little by little, using them to calculate the cause and effect of things.

After thinking about it again, he said to his friend Hu Yueming: "Brother Yueming, I am half a Dongqiao person, I just heard someone selling Dongqiao pot helmets, I don't know if a few of you are interested in going to see it." ”

The person named Hu Yueming was shocked, and replied: "Oh! Is it the Dongqiao pot helmet of the Canglan River Dongqiao City, which is "four sauce helmet pot stewed in half of the city, and Dongqiao is full of flavors on both sides"?"

Zhuge Qingyun smiled sincerely and replied: "Exactly, but what the taste of this place is, we will not know until a few people taste it in person." ”

Under the persuasion of Zhuge Qingyun, young talents who are extremely good at writing and rhetoric naturally came to Bu Fanchen's booth.

Seeing Zhuge Qingyun take the initiative to come, Bu Fanchen and Mu Ji glanced at each other, and there was a sly light in the eyes of both parties.

Mu Ji immediately said enthusiastically: "Zhuge Gongzi, Zhuge Gongzi, how about an authentic pot helmet, do you want these poet friends to also come to a few of our Dongqiao specialties." When she spoke, Makuhime used the Higashibashi dialect, which seemed to the people around her to be a flattering tactic.

Zhuge Qingyun saw that the other party was speaking to himself in dialect, and a few friends around him couldn't understand it too much, so he didn't rush to explain to the people around him, but chose to reply in the general official dialect of the southern country: "Boss, these are my nobles, I heard that you are here is an authentic Dongqiao pot helmet, and I came here to taste it, you want to use dim sum!"

With a bright smile on her face, she replied flatteringly: "Zhuge Gongzi is an old acquaintance, just call me Sister Yao, and call the boss how rusty! ”

Zhuge Qingyun just smiled lightly when he saw that Mu Ji was familiar, glanced at Mu Ji deeply, and did not reply.

The person he called Hu Yueming before, who was slightly older than Zhuge Qingyun, was fat, if it weren't for the faint scholarly atmosphere on his body, coupled with the neatness of his robe, Mu Ji would have mistaken this for a man.

I saw him pat Zhuge Qingyun's shoulder and said with a smile: "Little brother Zhuge , it turns out that you know this boss! Then you can eat two more today and take care of the business for the boss." ”

A few people who went down the mountain with Zhuge Qingyun around also began to echo Zhuge Qingyun in the back, after all, everyone is a literati, and Zhuge Qingyun is relatively famous, and the basic face still has to be given.

Regarding Hu Yueming's words, Zhuge Qingyun also did not give a positive answer, but simply smiled.

Because of her escape in previous years, Makuhime has learned a lot of skills and played many roles, and this Dongqiao pot helmet is one of the crafts she has learned. When making pot helmets with different flavors for everyone, Mu Ji did not forget to ask: "Zhuge Gongzi, you must have participated in something extraordinary in the villa, I see that the sons and brothers who came down the mountain are all dressed extraordinarily, could it be that a certain dignitary and nobleman set up a banquet here." ”

Zhuge Qingyun still smiled and said nothing, but Hu Yueming beside him seized this opportunity, they were not taken seriously in the banquet, and they always had to find a sense of balance outside, only to see him pretend to be indifferent, and said: "Boss Yao, it's not a big banquet, it's just that the son of the prime minister's family invited us to a group of friends."

Anyway, he didn't say that it was the son, and this Guanghan feast has ended, and it must have spread afterwards, so there is nothing that can't be said. ”

Zhuge Qingyun saw that he was leaking, and hurriedly reminded: "Brother Hu, what kind of prime minister, it is good to be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

Hu Yueming's family is very far behind the Zhuge family in Qiheng County, naturally he doesn't know as much as Zhuge Qingyun, and he is also worried that he will say the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words: "Yes, yes, it's just that a young boy in Kyoto invited us to dinner, and I blame him, I drank more wine and talked nonsense." ”

Mu Ji smiled lightly, Bu Fanchen pretended not to hear, and Mu Ji asked again: "Looking at the atmosphere of Hu Gongzi's broad school, I must be an old acquaintance with the son who invited the guests." ”

Hu Yueming heard Mu Ji's words, and said with a smile: "Who said no, this son has something to deal with, so he didn't go down the mountain with us, otherwise you might still be able to see it." ”

Mu Ji took the opportunity to ask: "I think so, according to Hu Gongzi's bearing, the son who invited him definitely has something important to do, otherwise he would not be separated from Hu Gongzi, after all, Hu Gongzi's words and deeds are extremely interesting, and presumably Hu Gongzi's friends are also interesting people." ”

Hu Yueming was touted, but for the sake of face, he still smiled and forcibly continued: "The boss lady is as wise as a torch, I won't tell you that the son really has something important, so he returned to Beijing directly from the back mountain." ”

After listening to Hu Yueming's words, Bu Fanchen, Mu Ji smiled in her heart, and she couldn't move on the surface.

Zhuge Qingyun and his entourage did not debunk Hu Yueming, but simply exchanged a few words with the boss.

After the pot helmet was cooked, Zhuge Qingyun and the others left, and after Zhuge Qingyun and the others left, Bu Fanchen and Mu Ji also left with shouts. So much so that two people wanted to buy pot helmets, but they didn't see anyone, only heard their voices, which made the two very depressed.