Jiang Yunlei replied without hesitation, "There are eight images." ”

Yeats smiled and pulled out a portrait of a white-bearded middle-aged man from Yang Fuquan's bookbag, "Do they look like brothers?" ”

is also thin and long, and looks like a weak scholar.

Jiang Yunlei took the portrait, and the two portraits of his left and right hands were put together, there was no need to look at them more carefully, the two portraits were indeed quite similar.

Yeats asked, "Gongzi Jiang, do you usually attend the literati gatherings in the Jiangnan area?" ”

"Before my father had an accident, he often attended."

"Jingling City?"

"Not necessarily, sometimes I go to Pingjiangfu, sometimes I go to Runzhou, and of course, more often I go to Yangzhou."

"Why go to Yangzhou?"

"The roots of many literati factions are in Yangzhou, of course they have to go there, and there are beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beautiful ......" may be his father's death, Jiang Yunlei is not in the mood to talk about beauties.

Yeats asked again, "In your impression, who organizes the literati gatherings in Yangzhou and where?" ”

has not mixed the cultural circle for several years, and the world has changed, Jiang Yunlei said: "What about this...... It's hard to say......"

Yeats smiled, "Gongzi Jiang, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it." ”

"I'm talking about the old days of three or four years ago." Jiang Yunlei spoke eloquently.

Yangzhou is not only a place where rich businessmen from all over the world gather, but also a place where literati gather, there are literati activities all year round, such as poetry clubs, calligraphy and painting exhibitions, jade carvings, etc., as long as the literati like, there will be regular activities.

These activities can't be held on the street, they all have special gardens, and these special gardens are either sponsored by wealthy merchants, or there are special literati and scholars who provide their own courtyards or back gardens.

The more famous ones are Zhu Jiayuanzi, Meiyuan Villa, Qingxi Villa, Tao Ran Secluded Residence, etc.

Zhu Jiayuan is the garden of the Zhu family, a wealthy merchant in Yangzhou, who usually takes out money to sponsor literati to hold party activities, and Master Zhu is respected as a generation of Confucian businessmen, very famous.

It is said that he was tired of the deceit of officialdom, and came to Yangzhou to live in seclusion, originally only three or five friends often gathered, and later three or five friends brought three or five friends, and slowly, his reclusive Zhuangzi became a place where literati often gathered.

The owner of the Qingxi Annex, a woman, is said to have been a famous leader in Yangzhou City in the past, and after the Liang, with the support of the nobles who ransomed her, she set up a courtyard where the literati gathered.

In the end, this Tao Ran lived in seclusion, surnamed Wang, and was said to be a descendant of the Langya clan, but no, in fact, no one knows.

Yeats asked, "How old is Master Zhu?" ”

"Forty or fifty."

No.

"What about the Zhishi officer?"

"Twenty-seven eight?" Jiang Yunlei thought about it and said, "It's been four years, and it's estimated that I'm in my early thirties, but it's about the same as the person in the portrait, clear and thin." ”

Teng Chong and the others looked at Yeats, could it be that this person was a middle-aged man with a white beard?

Yeats went on to ask, "The nobleman who redeemed the card...... Has Jiang Gongzi heard of his identity? ”

"Some people say it's a certain county king from Beijing, some people say it's the son of a certain prince, and some people say it's just a rich businessman, no one has seen it, and Jiang doesn't know." Jiang Yunlei shook his head.

"The ...... of the King Who Lives in Seclusion"

"Wang Wenran, in his early twenties, a white-faced scholar, has an indifferent temperament, very scholarly, and the people who come and go are literati and scholars who are about the same age as him."

"...... the man in the portrait," Yeats asked him remindedly.

Jiang Yunlei shook his head: "No, Wang Gongzi is slightly fat...... It's not fat, it's not thin. ”

What he meant was that he had nothing in common with the person in the portrait.

In the end, he was sure that the people of Dali Temple did not catch the person on the portrait, so Jiang Yunlei had no choice but to leave.

Yeats and the others looked at Pei Jingning.

He didn't let everyone guess, "Tomorrow will go straight to Yangzhou." ”

Jingling is very close to Yangzhou, starting in the morning and arriving in the afternoon, no wonder Jiang Yunlei often comes to Yangzhou to participate in activities, it is indeed very close.

Zhu Jiayuan definitely doesn't have to go.

But the last three, each of which is suspicious.

Pei Jingning asked, "Lord Ye, check that one first?" ”

"Let's look for the one that looks like it best."

"Plum Garden Villa?"

Yeats nodded.

Unexpectedly, Pei Jingning got them directly into Meiyuan Villa.

Pei Jingning pretended to be Ning Gongzi, a literati from the north, and Teng Chong and others all became his long-term companions, as for Yeats...... was ordered by him to pretend to be a big girl who served.

Hey, girl!

"Your ......Excellency," Yeats' eyes were terrified.

He knew that she was dressed as a man.

And she knew he did.

actually asked her to pretend to be a girl, this is to pierce this layer of window paper?

Teng Chong and the others didn't know that Yeats was a woman, and he even felt that Ye Xiaodi's usual motherhood was very suitable for pretending to be a woman.

"The adult really has a vision, and Brother Ye, who is a small woman and will never wear a state."

"......" is not too much to see the excitement, Yeats can't wait to beat him.

Teng Chong was really energetic, "I heard that you have worked hard, I have long wanted to learn from you." ”

Yeats tilted his head, "Come on, then, what are you waiting for?" ”

Junior Brother Ye was so neat and tidy, Teng Chong was stunned, "Big ...... Adult ......"

If you want to know if the legend of the Red Temple is true, today is your chance.

Pei Jingning smiled slightly.

Acquiesced.

"Wow......" Teng Chong jumped happily.

Yeats rolled up his sleeves and tucked the corners of his robe, and his movements were both orderly and sophisticated.

Teng Chong's excitement suddenly closed five layers, "Little Brother Ye...... I don't know why, obviously the person in front of him is half a head shorter than him, and his small body feels like he can fall down when the wind blows, but he is suddenly a little cowardly.

Yeats hugged his fists and calmly recounted the past of the deity Yeats: "At the age of five, he practiced with his father, at the age of twelve he went to the martial arts hall to learn boxing and kicking from his master, and at the age of fifteen, he learned from his father for two years of actual combat. ”

It sounds simple, it's actually simple, but it's not easy to make it simple.

The deity Yeats has a very bad temper, because men are not men and women, they can't really interact with people, they are bored at home all day long, they are crooked, and they put all their time on practice, even if a few simple movements are practiced over and over again, but they have formed a solid basic skills, plus the fighting skills brought by Yeats through it, it is simply the most perfect match.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Teng Chong didn't even have a blast, and after a few moves, he was beaten down by Yeats.

Yang Fuquan was not surprised, because only he and Yeats had really fought together and knew that the other party was powerful.

The rest of the people have only heard the legend, that is, that day to hit the head of the lord of Qinfang County, it was just one move, and they didn't see the real chapter at all, at this moment, when they saw Teng Chong who was beaten, they all had complicated expressions.

can be the head catcher of Dali Temple, Teng Chong is definitely not a showman, Zhang Jin is often defeated under the head of the head, they know the strength of the head head, but such a powerful head was defeated in the hands of the thin Ye Ping Shi in a few moves.

Isn't he a master?

"My lord, do you still think I'm weak and suitable for pretending to be a girl?" Yeats raised his forehead slightly, and his smile was not friendly.