"Shopkeeper Murong, the prince is here, just talk about the affairs of Youzhou!"

Lin Yuqian asked him to sit down and speak slowly.

"Yes, Princess Tuoba!" Murong Jing owed a debt and began to narrate.

……

Three days later, one evening, Youzhou City.

The streets here are spacious, and most of the pedestrians on the street are in short sweatshirts and hurrying steps.

This is an area where Han people and Hu people live together, and the people are fierce.

In addition to restaurants and restaurants, there are also many brothels along the street.

In the evening, many women who were smeared with grease and powder, dressed thinly, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, holding a fan in their hands, or standing in front of the upstairs window, or leaning against the doors and windows, their eyes were full of charm, and the autumn waves were sent indiscriminately.

A luxury official chariot slowly walked down the street.

Sitting in the official hall was Xiao Tingsheng, the prince's envoy.

The front and rear and left and right are the guards brought by Wang Sheng and Luo Tong, a total of one hundred and fifty or sixty horses.

The team was mighty and imposing.

At this time, he went to the best restaurant in Youzhou City-Bamian Lou for a banquet.

At the same time, in the Youzhou Thorn Mansion, in his early fifties, the tall and burly Zhao Shijun was pacing in the main hall with a casserole belly.

After walking back and forth a few times, he finally stopped, raised an invitation card in his hand, and sneered:

"What does this Murong Jing want to do? Invite Lao Tzu to the banquet, grandma's bear, is it something he can invite if he wants to? Ben Hou Ye hasn't settled accounts with him yet? ”

"I thought that if I got close to Princess Tiele, I could walk alone in the northern Xinjiang market, but I still gave Lao Tzu that small share according to the old rules and disciplines, when I was a fool?!"

A staff member named Master Du said with a smile:

"Master Hou, this Murong Jing really doesn't understand the rules, you have to go even more, you have to teach him a good lesson in person, let him understand the rules of the rivers and lakes, and let him make up for the missing molecular money, how can you let him go in vain?"

Zhao Shijun sneered after hearing this:

"Teach him the rules, does this still require me to go in person as a second-class military attaché? Anyone who goes out of the Assassin's Mansion can squeeze out his bones and scum for Lao Tzu, pretending to be confused with Lord Ben, and Lao Tzu will let him know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has? ”

Master Du wiped his sweat and admonished:

"Master Hou, this time it's not just Murong Jing who invites you, it's actually the prince's envoy Xiao Tingsheng next to you, we can't do anything wrong, as the saying goes, if you don't look at the face of the Buddha, you still need a courtesy visit."

Hearing this, Zhao Shi touched his casserole belly, frowned and said:

"Ma's, it's the villain who changed his name and surname, a traitor Wang Baoquan who betrayed his master, I used to respect other people with five or six people, but I didn't expect to be a spineless bastard, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him."

"Hey Hou Ye, although Xiao Tingsheng is a villain, he is now the third rank of the Military Affairs Department of the Ministry of War, the prince's celebrity, and this time he is the prince's envoy, how can you not see it?"

Master Du was anxious when he heard this, "What's more, this time the prince is inspecting northern Xinjiang, and the Hou Ye should rush to Yuyang to pay a visit, our side has already annoyed the prince, so his envoy came to ask for directions, and this time you must not be rude." ”

Zhao Shijun stroked his big belly, frowned and thought about it, and said:

"After all, the prince doesn't dare to enter Youzhou City, so send an envoy to find out the truth."

"It seems that you have a point, for the prince's sake. This Wang Baoquan is currently only a third-rank official, but he can't do too much with him, but if you really want to talk about rank, he is still a lot behind Lao Tzu. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

He then giggled and said:

"Master Du, don't you know, Lao Tzu and his master Cao Qichang used to know each other very well, and they both called brothers and sisters, ahaha..."

Master Du was so anxious that he wiped his sweat again.

It is better to know less about the secrets between these high-ranking officials of the imperial court.

"Yes, Master Hou, now you have to teach Murong Jing a lesson, and reprimand him for how to behave in the future, how can you cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"Otherwise, the Hou Ye will cut off his financial route in the northern Xinjiang and let him cry while he is afraid, and then the Murong clan who is only afraid of Xianbei will not spare him."

Zhao Shijun slapped his belly when he heard this, and laughed:

"Master is right, this time don't let this guy have a lot of blood, we will definitely not let him go, Master Du, you go and arrange it, and Lao Tzu will go to the banquet later."

"Yes!"

Master Du said yes and went out.

The weather was too hot, and he wiped his sweat a lot, and nagged in his heart:

Murong Jing, your kid asked me to help, but I did it for you, and the five hundred silver oceans didn't take you for nothing, but after the Hou Ye arrived, if you made you ugly, you can't blame me.

Hearing Zhao Shijun's presumptuous strange laughter and the concubine's coquettish panting in the next room, Master Du hurriedly ran away.

He knew that this Lord Thorn was very lustful, although he was a little fat, but he was just like this, paying attention to the atmosphere of the stars holding the moon.

……

At dusk, the street where the eight-sided building is located was closed to clear the street.

Nearly a thousand guards were dispatched from the Assassin's Mansion and stood far away along the street.

The originally bustling streets were suddenly cleared.

Except for the eight-sided building here, the rest of the businesses are complaining.

Everyone knows that Lord Thorn Shi is going to the Eight Faces Building.

But with such a closed street and martial law, the rest of the businesses have no business to do.

The shopkeepers with sad faces all had dark faces, and they ordered their servants to close the door of the shop.

Because they all know the ferocity and domineering of this assassin.

He has a lot of bad virtues, once he arrives at the eight-sided building, he will never leave if he doesn't make fun until late at night.

Therefore, the shops consciously closed their doors and did not bother themselves.

Looking at this pomp, Xiao Tingsheng, who was already sitting on the eight-sided floor, also shook his head again and again and said with a wry smile:

"This King of Youzhou is really a big show, it's like the emperor going out on patrol and actually wants to clean the streets?"

The entire eight-sided building is all inclusive, there are no outsiders inside and outside the wing, no one will spread the word here, and Murong Jing's courage seems to have increased.

He smiled at Xiao Tingsheng and said:

"The envoy doesn't know, isn't this Lord Assassin the Emperor of Youzhou, he has always said the same, not to mention the closure of the street, and he can do even more outrageous things."

Wang Sheng, who was standing next to Xiao Tingsheng, couldn't help but be curious:

"If he does this, is it possible that the other parents are blind? And no one went to read one of his books? ”

Murong Jing laughed when he heard this:

"General, in the border city of Youzhou, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, plus Zhao Shijun is a hereditary military marquis, all the officials here are appointed by him, and anyone who dares to join him will not be killed."

"It's completely Murong Jing covering the sky here, he holds the military power in his hand, who dares to touch a single hair of him? Even the crown prince was jealous. ”

General Wang Sheng and Luo Tong and several of their guards all nodded yes.

As everyone spoke, there was a soft knock on the door of the wing.