The river tower on Qushui Lake in the capital is also lively at noon. Although it is not as rich as the red wine and green fat powder after the palm lamp at dusk, it is also full of fireworks when you push the cup and change the lamp.

Jiang upstairs went up to the second floor and walked in, and a woman in red came out of the door of the innermost room. It is said that a single color is the most important thing to compare a person's appearance and figure, which is completely true, at least this woman is unconventional and very eye-catching.

Dressed in red, she tightly outlined her figure, and her face was covered with the hottest tanuki mask sold at the Zhongyuan Lantern Festival a few days ago, which made people unable to see her appearance, adding some mystery, and even letting many drunks passing by or benefactors who had only gotten up until now drunk last night take a peek.

It's just a peek, don't say it's a thought, even if you take a few more looks, you don't dare.

Because she's the boss here. There is no boss in charge, so she is the boss, not the boss.

No one knows her name, but everyone calls her Xiao Jiang. Just like the name of the building. As for why, no one knows.

No one has seen her true face, she is dressed in red clothes all day long, wearing a mask, today's tanuki's, tomorrow's monkey's head, maybe wearing a Shura in the morning, changing to a fox in the afternoon, and sometimes wearing a flower dan or an old student, it really makes the guests who come to Jianglou guess that this boss's house is not a room of masks.

But if you make fun of these masks, if you make fun of the boss, even if it is a female stream who is difficult to reach in the eyes of outsiders, the whole Chang'an knows that unless you want to go to Qushui Lake to feed Wang Ba.

A few years ago, there was a son-in-law brother of a first-class feudal family who returned to Beijing with his father to report on his work, and threatened to pay 10,000 taels of gold to hire someone to take off her mask, but naturally no one dared to ask for money and death, so he could only be this unlucky son-in-law who did it himself.

Not surprisingly, the son's brother also chopped off his tongue and pulled it out, and his father, who was the pillar of the country, intended to avenge his son but was almost thrown into the lake, and the emperor was finally turned into a small matter.

I also wanted to use some unsavory black-hearted means to solve it secretly, but in the end, after the fourteenth prince Wang Jiang came to the door for a secret talk, this humerus loyal minister gave up, and then even went to apologize for his son in person, and it came to an end.

This matter was rumored at the time, and it was also said that the true identity of Xiao Jiang was the future concubine of the Fourteenth Prince.

Fertilizer and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders, this is the asset of the Jiang family, a wealthy merchant in Guanzhong, and it is still a royal business.

It's just that after a long time, these things that can indeed stir up thousands of waves have become a topic of conversation after dinner, and they are not very important.

What remains unchanged is that no one dares to mess with this Jianglou, and it is in the limelight. Xiao Jiang went down to the spring lotus root on the second floor as usual, passed through the 3,000 guests on the first floor who were scattered with banquet cups, bypassed the noisy casino Shanbo Yu in the back hall and the quietest boxing gym in the daytime, and went straight to the backyard, and entered the room, where there was a sloppy knife chef covered in oil, and without saying much, he opened the cellar where the non-seasonal vegetables of cabbage and potatoes were stored, and stood aside respectfully.

also politely replied, and the woman in red named Xiao Jiang went down to the cellar. Naturally, there will be no such thing as cabbage and potatoes, and on the side of the very empty cellar, Xiao Jiang clicked a few times on the wall very regularly, secretly in line with the number of I Ching, and a sound of machine rotation came, and a stone door was turned open in the rammed earth layer, and the cellar that was originally lit by a dim oil lamp was slightly gloomy brightly.

Continuing down the brightly lit corridor, about half a burnt incense, an ordinary vermilion door, pushed the door in, and was as bright as day in an instant, and there was a hole in the inside.

It's not clear how big the entire underground room is, at least at the door of Koe Station, and there is no end in sight.

The roof of four or five zhang high, every three or four steps away, there are hanging octagonal light gauze cypress wood sac fluorescent lamps that are tall enough, as well as countless sheep's horn lotus leaf lamps on the wall, there is living water on the wall, and there is a wax table lamp bowl floating like a long snake floating all the way, and the huge project of such an exquisite layout is simply beyond ordinary people's cognition.

Xiao Jiang stepped in, and the vermilion brown door behind him was automatically closed by the living letter, and the sound was dusty.

There is an arch bridge at the door, and there is a fist-sized night pearl at the head and end of the bridge, this object is already rare, and it is a rare pair, and the size is the same.

After getting off the bridge, how tall is a person, a whole piece of white marble carved fairy offering peach is even rarer, the huge longevity peach on the tip of a wick spit out a bright flame, the fragrance emitted can also guess the value of the lamp oil.

Further inside, a group of white-clothed men and women were busy shuttling around, orderly and chaotic. Xiao Jiang continued to go inward, about seven or eight zhang away, and entered a small room, which was simply furnished, with a table and a stool, and a pile of red paper on the table that was only used for happy events, as well as a thin wolf's hair, which was placed on the inkstone.

Xiao Jiang sat down, holding his cheeks in a daze, not knowing what to think, until a quarter of an hour passed, the machine on the right-hand side opposite the inkstone gurgled and followed the wooden table

"Click" into a one-foot-square black hole, another rustling friction, the wooden table returned to its original state, but there was another pile of white paper.

The small characters on the paper are densely packed, all of which are the major events that have happened in various states and even counties in the Great Zhou Dynasty recently, all of which are annotated with red pens, and Xiao Jiang is also casual in reading, and he ignited it with Shuhuo at a glance and threw it into the charcoal basin under his feet.

Until another one, there was no marking, black and white, and it was recorded what had happened in Phoenix City, Yuzhou in the past few days.

As big as a gang of thieves kidnapping the city lord, as small as the third night watch in the government and the second three one moves, the details are shocking.

At present, it is just after noon, and the things that are three or four hundred miles away are laid out in detail in front of us, and it is not surprising that such an astonishing speed and such a detailed record are recorded!

Xiao Jiang didn't have the casual just now, read it over and over again, and over again, very seriously, before he picked up the pen and licked the ink, drew a piece of red paper, sprinkled a few small characters, and then put away the pen and pushed the inkstone, and the small bell next to the curtain at the door jingled.

A man in white with a black ribbon tied around his wrist bent down and walked in briskly, standing respectfully in front of the table with his hands in his sleeves.

Pushing the red paper in front of the correspondent, Xiao Jiang said, "Turn the inside line." The person who came took it, and without much courtesy, turned and left.

There are more than half a person tall eagle on Qushui Lake, and the eagle flapps its wings and flies straight into the sky, sweeping over one hundred and eight squares in Chang'an, overlooking the high city wall that stretches for more than 100 miles in all directions, and plunges into the western mountains.

The forest in the mountain is dense, and there is a half-acre bamboo forest abruptly planted in the middle of the mountainside in a mountain, and the steel knife is tied under the bamboo, and there are lonely tombs.

The big eagle chirped, coiled around a few times and landed next to the tomb stele, first rubbed the stele with his head, and then spread his wings and flickered and patted the grave.

The fourth master of the night family in the thatched hut on one side, Ye Hongtu, with his eyes scattered and white hair very piercing, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stretched his waist for a long time.

The big eagle flapped a few times and came to the man, two sharp eyes like knives blinked, and the claws were raised and handed out quite spiritually.

The man pulled out the red paper tied to the eagle's talons, spread it out and rolled it up, put it back in its place, and bent down to touch the big eagle's head very dotingly.

"Go ahead." A sharp whistle sounded through the mountains, and the eagle rose into the sky, chirping, as if echoing the whistle in the man's mouth, and suddenly disappeared into the clouds.

Raising his head in the direction of the disappearance of the big eagle that was already invisible, in the north of the winding mountain, below is the great imperial city with a thousand-year-old history and the ancient capital of the Seven Dynasties.

It's time to go down.