Chapter Ninety-Four: The First Style of the Water Margin
Zhu Biao glanced at Hu Qing'e meaningfully, and said in a deep voice: "In the past, the embroidery was too smooth, and now some problems have been exposed, which is a wake-up call, and the situation will become more and more severe in the future, and there must be no problems similar to Yanggu County. ”
Hu Qing'e listened to it and nodded cautiously, now the work of the embroidery envoy is the most important part of Zhu Biao's power, if there is a problem with the intelligence system, then the huge Dulonggang will be like a blind man.
The matter of Yanggu County is not only a matter of Ximen Qing's ruthless methods, but also the White Tiger Division under Shi Xiu.
Wen Huanzhang on the side looked at the expression on Hu Qing'e's face, but he couldn't bear it, and said to Zhu Biao: "Although Shi Xiu was negligent in this matter, it is also excusable, the White Tiger Division originally focused on assassination, and the hidden spy intelligence was the domain of Shi Qian's Suzaku Division, so San Lang gave Shi Xiu a chance to redeem his merits, and ordered him to cooperate with Shi Qian and cut off the minions around Ximen Qing first." ”
"Hearing that Professor Wen's words are reasonable, Childe, Ximen Qing is an official body, and it is inconvenient for us to move him easily, so we will use the way of others to return his body, cut off the henchmen and minions around him, and make him really blind, so that it will be much easier to deal with again."
Zhu Wu, who has never spoken, also echoed his words, since this Shenji military master took up his post, he has been like a new entry into Liangshan in his previous life, believing in low-key behavior, only Zhu Biao is not Song Jiang, and Wen Huanzhang is not Wu Yong, he will not suppress him in the slightest, and naturally he will provide his own thoughts when he should speak.
Zhu Biao pondered for a moment, and said: "Then according to the meaning of the teacher and Brother Zhu Wu, in addition, Brother Wu Zhi is a literati official, and many things can't be done, when Xiao Yi from Bianliang has a reply, the follow-up matters in Yanggu County will be handed over to Guan Zhong to deal with, how about it?" ”
"I think it's okay, Brother Guanzhong is thoughtful and has excellent means, no matter how treacherous and evil Ximenqing is, he will not be the opponent of Brother Guanzhong." Zhu Wu posted.
Wen Huanzhang also nodded, stroked his beard and said: "Brother Guanzhong, if Zhang Liang of the Han, the old man also wants to see the demeanor of the Marquis." ”
Xu Guanzhong smiled, hugged his fists towards everyone and said: "Guan Zhong has just arrived, he shouldn't be noisy, since you brothers show love, this matter will be handled by Guan Zhong." ”
Seeing that Xu Guanzhong responded, Zhu Biao no longer continued to entangle the affairs of Yanggu County, although Ximen Qing said that he suddenly made a mistake and took a slight advantage, but Wu Zhi and Zhu Biao have been operating in Yanggu County for several years, but they are not Ximen Qing, the county lieutenant who has not been in office for a few months, can easily pick peaches.
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Raise your eyes to the green building painting pavilion, embroidered household bead curtain. The carved cars compete in the heavenly street, and the BMW competes on the royal road.
The gold is dazzling, and Luo Qi is fragrant. Xinsheng laughed at Liu Mo Huaqu, and laughed at the teahouse wine shop according to the pipe
For the people of Bianliang City, you can not know who the official family name is today, but it is impossible not to know the first beauty in the world in the alum building - Li Shishi.
Bianliang is a city that never sleeps without curfew, and the closer it is to night, the more noisy it is to sing and dance, and the more drunk it is.
At sunset, a figure of more than sixteen feet, with lips painted with Zhu, eyes like paint, and a young boy with a face like a pile of Qiong, Shi Shiran, climbed the warm pavilion of the alum tower, and a familiar old bustard looked at the boy and joked with a smile on his face.
"Little Brother Yan, are you looking for our teacher again?"
Yan Qing arched her hand and said with a smile: "Sister is called, Yan Qing doesn't dare not come." ”
The old bustard laughed, blocked Yan Qing's way, and pretended to laugh and said: "Those who want to see our master every day in this Bianliang City line up from this alum tower to your Yingshui Pavilion, but you, little brother Yan, have to send someone to invite our master, but aren't you envious of this man in the city." ”
"Good sister, but don't say that, let Yan Qing attract hatred, and please be accommodating and let someone pass." Yan Qing took out a piece of snowflake silver from his sleeve and handed it to the bustard, saying goodbye.
The old bustard was familiar with him, and he knew that Yanqing was generous, so he took the silver and put it in his arms, only pulled Yan Qing's sleeve, and said in his ear: "But it's not that my sister won't let you go upstairs, it's actually someone in the teacher's warm pavilion." ”
When Yan Qing heard this, her expression froze, she stretched out her index finger and pointed upward, and when she saw that the old bustard nodded cautiously, she understood in her heart, and only smiled and said to the old bustard: "Then so-and-so will go to the Yuannu sister's pavilion." ”
When the old bustard heard this, he said angrily: "There is no one in the Yuannu Pavilion, you can go by yourself, only your little brother Yan in this Bianliang City will come to our alum building as if he is going back to his own home, and the girls in the warm pavilion are looking forward to you going." ”
Yan Qing turned around and went downstairs, but did not go to Zhao Yuannu's warm pavilion, but walked around the alum building, his figure flashed, and he entered a dark pavilion.
This dark pavilion is connected to the warm pavilion of Master Li, the top brand of the alum building, and it is only separated by a wall from the boudoir, Yan Qing sat against the wall, and looked towards the warm pavilion with her eyes attached to a hole.
The sound of the piano in the warm pavilion is melodious, and a peerless woman with white skin and plain hands is lightly plucked, wearing a pink and yellow gauze skirt, fluttering like a fairy, with long eyebrows in the distant mountains, and a thin willow waist; Makeup stands up for the spring breeze, and a smile is less.
On the side of the case made of pear blossom wood, a rich middle-aged man in brocade clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, and a graceful demeanor, lay down slightly, immersed in the melodious sound of the piano, his eyes were slightly closed, and when the song was over, he slowly got up, stepped forward and took the woman's plain hand and stroked it gently.
"This huge Bianliang City, what can calm me down is really only the sound of the piano of the master."
Master Li nodded his head, his red lips opened slightly, and he said softly: "The official family sits on the world, there are three thousand beauties in the harem, and there are few people who are better than the teacher, and now the official family just thinks that the master is fresh." ”
The voice was like a grievance, like a cry, like a complaint, like a smoke wave, like the east wind caressing the orchid, burrowing into the ears, sinking into the bottom of his heart, and making Zhao Ji's heart agitated.
"Those concubines took off the hairpin ring jewelry, put on plain makeup, dressed the same as you, mixed together, you can recognize the difference between the teacher and them at a glance, and the charm and demeanor of the teacher are not only reflected in the appearance and posture, but only deeply imprinted in my heart."
Zhao Ji is worthy of being a famous merry emperor in history, and these words to make his daughter's family happy are extremely natural.
After all, there is a difference in identity and status, although Master Li can occasionally joke about Zhao Ji or two, but he doesn't dare to really be delusional and arrogant, and pinch the other party, otherwise it will be the old birthday star hanging, and his life will be too long.
Master Li glanced at the desk on the side, the incense in the incense burner on it was about to burn out, his eyes were circulating, and he pretended to be flattering and said to Zhao Ji: "Official, the time for the three pillars of incense has arrived, so let's leave again." ”
"It's getting late, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for people to see if I stay any longer, don't worry, I'll go out of the palace to see you when I'm free." Zhao Ji said, patted Master Li's hand, and cautiously withdrew from the warm pavilion.