Murong Jielie said: "When the slave was in Yangzhou, it was basically found out that Chu Jinglian was the mastermind behind the killing of Guo Yan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Shangguan Yunfei, the lone eagle of the sea, once visited Chu's house at night, and he didn't want to be seriously injured and vomit blood by Chu Jinglian. I also hope that the master will be clear. ”

When Kangxi heard this, he said lightly: "Do you have evidence to prove that this Chu Jinglian is the mastermind behind the murder of Guo Yan?"

Murong Jielie groaned for a moment and replied softly, "The slave is not there yet. ”

Kangxi raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "Although you are my close minister, you have a lot of credit." But if you leave the city of Beijing, how can you use the situation to wantonly arrest people? I have already received a secret letter from Jiubeile Yinyu, saying that you are running rampant in Yangzhou and indiscriminately arresting good people in order to make up for it. For the sake of your years of service to me, I don't blame you, but you can do it yourself, don't do it again. ”

When Murong Jielie heard this, he immediately kowtowed: "The slave is guilty, he angered the Ninth Master, and the crime deserves death." It's just that this Guo Yan is also a royal guard, and if he is killed like this, what should the slave do, and ask the master to decide. ”

Kangxi raised his eyelids and said lightly: "Although Guo Yan has not served me for a long time, he and his father were killed, and I am also very sad. But you must know that this trip to Yangzhou, you have already touched the bottom of me. The princelings and the Eight Masters have begun to stir up trouble in Yangzhou, and you are adding fuel to the fire without evidence, for fear that the gaffe will not be big enough. Therefore, Guo Yan's case was handed over to the local yamen to deal with. Just do the errand I gave you. Step aside. ”

Murong Jielie kowtowed and said, "Huh." Then he quietly withdrew from the Heart Cultivation Palace.

It wasn't until he walked out of the palace that Murong Jielie realized that his heart was already soaked.

Located in the northwest of Yangzhou City, the "Drunken Immortal Residence" is overcrowded today.

In the center of the second floor, a storyteller was talking: "It is said that there are three major events in our Yangzhou City. Do you want to hear it?"

I only heard everyone upstairs shouting in unison: "Yes!"

The storyteller was about forty years old, tall and thin, with a pale complexion and a sickly face. A short beard flutters under the chin. The man was dressed in a gray cloth robe, and he held a folding fan in his hand, and a large gray braid was draped behind him.

I saw him make a hoop to everyone, and then said: "Since everyone is so supportive, let's talk about it below." ”

The storyteller drank a cup of tea, then cleared his throat and said: "The first thing is that Lord Liu Jingxuanliu, the prefect of Yangzhou, took the lead in repelling the flood for the sake of the people of Yangzhou, saving our Yangzhou City and saving the entire Jiangsu Province. At that time, the flood was unstoppable. Lord Liu went to Shao Bo Lake in person, and he made such a stop on the edge of Shao Bo Lake. And guess what?"

"Don't sell it, what's wrong?" the people below were a little unhappy.

"The level of this Shao Bo Lake is stunned and the flood is not diverted. Lord Liu pointed at the shore of Shao Bo Lake, 'Stream there.' And the flood went down the river. Do you think this Lord Liu is a man of God? ”

There was a big man at the bottom who was not happy and said, "You can blow it." At that time, I was on the edge of the Jiajiang River. Lord Liu and I fought in the flood for three days and three nights without closing our eyes or eating, and finally the flood was finally diverted to the Yangtze River. You didn't see it at the time, and when the flood overflowed, I don't know how many people wanted to escape. Lord Liu was undaunted, and insisted on staying to repair the river embankment. The flood was so crazy that it broke the dam that Lord Liu and us had built many times. If it weren't for the fact that Lord Liu and we were both tightly wrapped around our waists with hemp ropes, we might have been swept away by the flood long ago. ”

The storyteller's face was displeased, and he said angrily: "Wang Qian, are you kid here to dismantle my stage." If anyone else stirs up trouble, I won't talk about it. ”

The others shouted, "Mr. Shui, you can't help but talk about it." Go on!"

This Mr. Shui coughed and said, "The first thing I have already said, this Lord Liu Jingxuan is my parent official in Yangzhou. My surname is Shui, and I have seen more officials. Which one is not a prestige on weekdays, and he scrapes the people's fat and ointment of the people. But when something really happened, he ran faster than anyone else with his family. Only this Lord Liu, who is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and sacrifices his life for the people, I admire him. ”

Immediately there was a cheer from below.

Shui Moyun paused for a moment, and then said: "Then the next big thing is that our Jade Emperor Terrace has a new Oiran this month, named Dandan. This Dandan girl is about eighteen or nine years old, with a graceful figure and looks like a hibiscus out of the water. The skin is delicate, white as jade, bright as clotted fat, and can be broken by blowing. Miss Zhao Yushan, the pillar of the Jade Emperor Terrace, was also compared. ”

Someone below shouted, "Mr. Shui, have you seen Miss Dandan?"

Shui Moyun glared at the person: "How could I see her." This Oiran costs a hundred taels of silver for a single sight, and three hundred taels of silver for a tune. Hearing that she was called for two thousand taels of silver on her first night, the Dandan girl did not agree. I'm a poor storyteller, and I haven't even entered the gate of the Jade Emperor Terrace. ”

The crowd burst into laughter, and one of them said, "How do you always know?"

Shui Moyun smiled slyly: "You still need to ask, of course it's a guess." And Miss Dandan can snatch the title of Oiran from Miss Zhao Yushan's hands, do you think she will look like your daughter-in-law Li Ba?"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Shui Moyun continued: "This third major event is that I, the Chu official of Yangzhou, will have a banquet for Lord Liu Jingxuan Liu on the Jade Emperor Terrace tonight. I, Yangzhou, will celebrate for three days from tonight. ”

At night, Yangzhou City is brightly lit. The flute pipes and flutes and silk strings in the Jade Emperor Terrace sounded. Laughter and cheers came one after another. On the second floor of the backyard of Jade Emperor Terrace, it is very quiet in comparison.

Chu Jinglian stood quietly in front of the window, he was waiting for Liu Jingxuan's arrival.

Since the last time Nangong Huangyun came to arrest Chu Jinglian, there has been a faint estrangement between the Chu Mansion and the prefect's yamen. Coupled with the flood incident, there was basically no contact between Liu Jingxuan and Chu Jinglian. As the first household in Yangzhou City, Chu Jinglian was not willing to offend Liu Jingxuan, he knew the truth that the people were not in harmony with the officials. Although Chu Jinglian's background behind him is very deep, he also knows that behind Murong Jielie is Emperor Kangxi, so he hopes to take advantage of this celebration tonight to resolve the contradiction between himself and Liu Jingxuan. Early this morning, he sent someone to deliver the invitation to the prefect's yamen. He had already inquired clearly, Liu Jingxuan had returned from Jiangning Mansion yesterday. But Liu Jingxuan did not say whether he would come or not.

"Knock knock knock", a crisp sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and an attendant came to Chu Jinglian, bowed down and said, "Outside the Qi Ceremony, Lord Liu has arrived." ”