Chapter 379 Jealousy 2

Speaking of the local government system, although it is called Huaxia and Chinese is also spoken, the division of the official system and some fields is still very different from the Southern Song Dynasty that Bi Yuntao is familiar with.

Those who have studied history know that the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty was Lin'an, and the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty was scarce.

But this is different, not only is the territory vast, the territory is comparable to the vast territory of the Yuan Dynasty on the earth, although there are many enemies around, but in general, the young people are not enough to worry about.

The local government system here is based on the system of the governor and the governor leading the three divisions. The three divisions are the General Administration, the Criminal Prosecution Department, and the Metropolitan Command and Envoy Division, which are in charge of the administration, justice, and military affairs respectively. The governor is the highest governor of a province, who governs the three divisions, and is the feudal official of the Weizhen side.

But the commanders in this are more special. The commanders are in charge of the military affairs of a province, and they need to obey the governor's control, but they are directly under the dispatch of the military department, that is, the so-called military power belongs to the central government.

Thus, the Governor was nominally the commander of the Metropolitan Command, but he did not have the authority to command the troops. This was a strategy formulated by the founding emperor of China in order to prevent the feudal officials from supporting their own troops.

According to historical records, the emperors of the previous dynasty raised their troops from here, and went all the way to the north and south to have the current territory. However, the descendants of the younger generations are greedy for pleasure, waste politics, corrupt officials run rampant, brutally exploit and oppress the people, and arouse public indignation.

And Bi Zhengguo, who is Bi Yuntao's grandfather, was born in response to the situation, completely overthrew the tyranny of the previous dynasty, and ended the century-long rule of the previous dynasty.

Besides, Xu Bofu, the governor of Jiangsu, although he is the boss of Su Jie, the commander of Jiangsu, but the two belong to different factions, so Su Jie is not a little afraid of Xu Bofu, and this Su Chuanli son is naturally not very afraid of Xu Shiyuan's son.

The two sons belong to the most powerful people in Jiangsu, and they both gather a group of officials and eunuchs, and they often meet together, so bumps and bumps are inevitable, and the good thing of competing for the Oiran is naturally even more incompatible.

After a little thought, Bi Yuntao had already figured out the stakes in it, compared with these two sons, He Sanye was just the son of a horse gang, to put it bluntly, the son of a merchant who escorted goods.

Since ancient times, they have been ranked according to the status of scholars, farmers, industrialists, and merchants, and the status of merchants is inferior, and they are usually excluded from the social hierarchy of bureaucrats and nobles, and are classified as untouchables, and are discriminated against.

Even if he is respected as the third master in this Jinling City, it is not worth mentioning compared to the children of the two official eunuchs. If those two eunuchs were really serious, they wouldn't even be worthy of carrying shoes!

Before you know it, it's nightfall, and people come and go in the Miaoxiang Pavilion, and all kinds of laughter and laughter are endless, and the end is very lively.

The Oiran called Jing'er had not yet appeared, but Su Chuanli and Xu Shiyuan had already shouted loudly, and the cups were exchanged back and forth, rendering the atmosphere of this Miaochun Pavilion even more enthusiastic.

However, Su Chuanli and Xu Shiyuan seem to have their own identities, although they don't like each other, they are both suppressed, they are both scholars, and today they are here to pay tribute to this Oiran Jing'er, so they naturally don't want to lose their value in front of others.

Bi Yuntao was silent and pondering, and the two chicks next to him thought he was a little scared, so they lay on him and laughed: "Good brother, you don't have to be afraid." Although those two sons are big, in my opinion, they are all silver spears and candles, and they are useless. Look at your body, brother, I don't know how many times stronger than them, sister, I like you like this. ”

Bi Yuntao smiled when he heard this, and before he could speak, he heard a clear sound of "dong-", crisp and pleasant, like a fairy sound blowing through his ears, and the noisy noise in the building stopped.

"It's Miss Jing'er!" Su Chuanli and Xu Shiyuan's followers burst into a burst of enthusiastic applause, and He Sanye, who was eating tofu violently, sat there in a daze as if he had been immobilized, and muttered, "It's Miss Jing'er, is she coming out?" ”

The door of a room in the middle of the second floor opened quietly, a bead curtain hung down quietly, faintly looking, there was a wonderful figure sitting behind the bead curtain, no one was seen, no sound was heard, just such a glance, it had made the men downstairs crazy.

Needless to say, this wonderful person is naturally the Oiran Jing'er of Miaoxiang Pavilion.

Bi Yuntao looked at the shadow of Jing'er, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer.

For example, if he is an oiran, he doesn't want people to easily see his appearance, play mysterious, play ambiguous, so as to attract more eyeballs, and the hype method of doing business by rubbing the side of the businessman in the previous life is the same, he has long been surprised.

Na Jing'er didn't speak, just flicked her fingers, and heard a sound of heaven coming slowly from far and near.

At first, the sound was still light, as if a clear spring was bubbling down on the mountain, and gradually it became compact again, like a drizzle in early spring. Listening carefully, the sound of the piano seems to have a strange magic, the rhyme seems to hover overhead, and it seems to whisper in the ear, which makes people intoxicated.

"The moon is full, the twilight clouds are scattered, and the night is as clear as a clear day.

Fade away, drunken and remnant.

Dangerous pavilion, cool sleeves.

Chasing old things, relying on it for a long time.

How to be glamorous and resist the lonely couple.

Thinking about it for a while, his own emptiness is thin.

Count to the end, who and the elongation.

Don't come to the road, for Yi, spend the years, peek at it, and can't bear to look at the willows.

It's a pity that the good times and the night are good, and I didn't raise my eyebrows slightly to speak temporarily.

When I ask you, I still feel sorry for you. ”

A pleasant female voice came, crisp and gentle, as if telling the girl's heart, soft and gentle, expressing the resentment in this word vividly.

This is a poem made by the famous lyricist Liu Qi, and the name of the word brand is "Yulin Bell".

Liu Qi, is a master of lyrics and songs, because he ranks seventh, he is nicknamed Liu Qi by many friends, and is also called "Liu Sanchang", who writes lyrics with his life's energy, indulges in the romantic life of listening to songs and laughing, and his lyrics mostly describe the cityscape and the life of courtesans. Its words linger and linger, charming and close to love, which is the best in the words.

At this time, the word was sung by Jing'er, the sound of the piano is harmonious, the meaning is especially timeless, and there seems to be an indescribable sorrow, integrated into the realm of this word.

The originally noisy and noisy crowd in Miaoyufang was extremely quiet at this time, and after Qin Xian'er finished the song, everyone was still immersed in that beautiful realm, and they had not reminisced for a long time.

Su Chuanli and Xu Shiyuan, the two sons, stared blankly at the pretty figure behind the bead curtain, their faces full of admiration.