After the medicine collection temple, Chen Qingniu did not put down the curtain, and soon the carriage drove through another feng shui resort in Liangzhou City, the City God Pavilion.

Nowadays, all over the world, big cities and huge towns all have city god temples and pavilions, generally only the capital or a country with the capital, it is allowed to hang the "city god pavilion" plaque, Liangzhou City has been arrogance on this matter for more than 500 years, but no matter how the official impeached, the imperial court has always turned a blind eye, and all rejected or pressed not to approve.

The construction of the Liangzhou City God's Pavilion is extremely magnificent, the building is eight stories high, and it is rumored that there is another floor underground, once it is true, it is the number of nine.

This is also an extremely high standard that violates etiquette.

In front of the City God's Pavilion, set up a side of the length and width of the "Heaven and Earth Righteous Qi Shendao Tablet", is the founding father Liu Yu personally wrote the inscription, this person is the first Confucian saint of the Suzaku Dynasty, after the death of the beautiful "Wenzheng", the Vermilion Bird 500 years to get this nickname of the Wenchen, but only four people.

The ancient monument is like a private school gentleman sitting in a precarious position, holding a ring ruler, staring at the Mengxue children who are reading books, and if there is a slight mistake, they will be photographed with one foot.

When Chen Qingniu was a child, as long as he was free, he would definitely come here to play and play, and every time his playmate Liu Qi saw the square-shaped "Shinto Monument", he couldn't help but come up with a mantra, "It's worth a lot!"

At this time, Chen Qingniu frowned, and said to himself: "It's not right here, it's not reasonable. ”

Chen Qingniu thought about it, he had enough trouble, so he still didn't get involved.

Chen Qingniu was a little upset, thinking that after going down the mountain, as long as he didn't go to a continent like the Vermilion Bird Capital, where the dragon was dormant, in other cities, he wouldn't be tied up if he didn't say that he would walk sideways. He once thought of a Liangzhou city, he had already made himself afraid everywhere, you must know that in the northwest area of Suzaku, the aura is barren and thin, and most of the monks are reluctant to settle here.

The storm is coming.

Zhu Zhenying didn't notice the change in Chen Qingniu's mood, but just scolded Han Pan why he put the drinking place on the Red Mansion Painting Boat. If he dared to entertain Chen Qingniu at night, or even "reasonablely" called a few Oiran Qingling, then this Han Pan would definitely be hated by the county lord of Anyang, and most of the military careers would come to an end.

In fact, the reason why Han Pan is a big day treat, it is precisely because of this consideration, I saw the county lord of Anyang to the Chen family with blue eyes, although Han Pan is a martial artist, but as a small clan in Liangzhou, but can come to today's height, in addition to relying on the military exploits saved by the border fighting, obviously relying on the flexible brain, the reason why I did not simply find a better restaurant in the city, it is another Han Pan's belly calculation. In the eyes of Han Pan, the son of the Chen family with extraordinary bearing is not a young man, if it is an ordinary place, it will not show his attention, not to mention that Han Pan is not stupid enough to annoy the county lord who is doted on by King Liang for a young man of the Chen family, and the gains outweigh the losses. That's why he submitted a name card to the palace during the day and feasted Chen Qingniu.

This grasp of the heat is reasonable. It can be seen that Han Pan has been away from the battlefield all these years, and he has not been an official in vain, and he can indeed hone his mind by practicing in public.

In the Red Mansion of Liangzhou, the banquet is also divided into meat and vegetarian dishes, and the general rules are that they are vegetarian banquets during the day and meat banquets at night. It is said that it is a vegetarian seat, but in fact, it is still indispensable to call a graceful woman to accompany it, but compared to the drunken dream at night, the daytime banquet of the painting boats in the Red Mansion is indeed much lighter and more elegant.

Han Pan feasted Chen Qingniu on Lou Chuan Chanjuan, for a middle-level military general who only relied on military salaries, Chanjuan, who was one level higher than Lou Chuan Yihong, would cost three hundred taels per person just to board the ship, and it was estimated that it would cost at least a thousand taels of silver, and I am afraid that it would not be far from smashing the pot and selling iron.

Generally, the four boats of the Red Mansion are docked and stopped during the day, and do not go to the lake, but the four boats are very far apart, and the most pleasant and quiet places in the four places of the Shanghu Lake are selected.

After Zhu Zhenying stopped the horse and got out of the car, he sneered in his stomach: "When I go back, I must let people check where this General Han came from, and he can afford a meal of Chanjuan vegetarian meal!"

Chen Qingniu seemed to know her subtle thoughts, and said angrily: "Don't give me a whole moth, people are kind enough to invite me to a meal, don't go online." Even if Han Pan embezzles military salaries or smuggles at the border, it should be investigated by your father, whether the palace can't find out or can't do it, it's your father's own fault, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Zhu Zhenying thought to herself, Chen Qingniu ignored the chatter of the county lord, and under the leadership of a young man in a red mansion who looked like a scholar in a green shirt, he boarded the boat of Chanjuan Tower.

Chen Qingniu from beginning to end, has never taken care of the handsome little guy with brilliant skin, fourteen or fifteen years old, he is extremely familiar with the world, just more than two hundred steps away, introducing the Chanjuan building boat, not a drop of water.

It's just that Chen Qingniu, who seems to be above the top, is clear, when the little guy first saw Xie Shiji, after being shocked, there was sarcasm in his eyes. And after easily seeing through Zhu Zhenying's male and female clothes, his eyes were playful, but also obscene.

After Chen Qingniu boarded the boat, he suddenly stopped.

On the ferry, the young man in the Qinglou who turned his head and quietly spat on his side was shocked, and immediately returned to his greeting posture with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Chen Qingniu smiled, turned around, and asked Xie Shiji for a heavy money bag, which was full of silver ingots, and threw it high at the little guy on the shore who was by no means a fuel-efficient lamp, and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, I gave you a reward!"

After the little guy took the money bag with both hands, his posture was like a bamboo crushed by heavy snow, and he couldn't wait to nod his head to the ground, and said in surprise: "Thank you Gongzi for rewarding him!

Chen Qingniu laughed.

Soon on the boat, a plump woman came to the boat, saluted, and introduced herself to Chen Qingniu and the three of them, named "Nan Yan", she was the third foreman of the ship, responsible for all matters on the third floor of Chanjuan.

The Red Mansion, an old glazed workshop and four painting boats, are like four territories, and those turtle bustards are the feudal officials who hold the power of life and death. Here Chanjuan is headed by a turtle from the capital, supplemented by a bustard, five or six male and female foremen in charge of specific matters, which has the meaning of a central minister.

This female foreman who is considered to be an old man in the Qinglou, leading the way on the top, only half a position beyond Chen Qingniu, and she has to turn her head to tell Chanjuan's characteristics every three or five days, especially the many brilliance of her daughters on the third floor, when she looks at Chen Qingniu, her face is full of seductive hospitality, but as long as she turns her head, the spring will quickly fade a little, and the two will be converted, round and wishful, without flaws.

Without ten years of hard work, there is no real ability.

When climbing the stairs, Chen Qingniu said casually in an authentic Guandong Qin dialect: "The little guy who led the way at the ferry just now is much more knowledgeable than the little guy over there, and you don't know how to take the initiative to ask the guests for silver." ”

The female foreman immediately slowed down, turned around and asked Chen Qingniu to be careful under her feet, and then said with a smile: "This Guanzhong son, I don't know, up and down the Red Mansion, you are not allowed to ask for rewards from guests privately, once you find out, you will be punished." ”

The woman's dress seemed to be a little tighter, and the curvature of her buttocks was more and more amazing, especially when she went up the stairs, the fullness was simply amazing.

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "The rules are quite good, but if I knew this, I wouldn't have rewarded that kid with sixty taels of silver." ”

The woman's expression was calm, "If the son is not too troublesome, the wild goose slave will ask for the silver back and return it to the child." ”

As if she was afraid that Chen Gongzi, who was generous in Guanzhong, would feel that he had lost face, the woman hurriedly added: "In the eyes of Yan Nu, no one's silver in the world fell from the sky, and when the province is provincial, no matter how rich the party is, you can't spend that unjust money, right? But the little guy who led the way just acted according to the rules of the Red Mansion, so that the son misunderstood, and accidentally glanced at the reward, which was wrong. No, the wild goose slave will let people get the money back later!"

Zhu Zhenying, who visited the Qinglou for the first time, was amazed, amazing, this woman is really an eight-sided and exquisite character!

Chen Qingniu glanced at the woman's buttocks fiercely, and then laughed: "Sister Yan's words are heartwarming! Comfortable! What is sixty taels of silver, there is no reason to take back the silver that is rewarded! Not to mention the silver that was touched by the little guy in the fence, this son is dirty!"

The woman smiled and turned her head, her eyes cold.

Zhu Zhenying looked at Chen Qingniu's back very suspiciously.

If any of the wealthy sons or generals in Liangzhou City looked down on the Qinglou characters, she would not be surprised.

But Chen Qingniu is such a nostalgic person, and he never cares about his background in front of her, which is a little strange here.

As for the bag of money that was suffocated to fifty taels of silver, exaggerating it to say that it was sixty taels of silver, Zhu Zhenying even broke his head and couldn't figure it out, could it be a rule unique to the land of smoke and willows?

With the status of Immortal Master Chen of Qing'e Mountain today, especially the current state of mind, where do you need to say that ten taels of silver comes from raising the value?

Zhu Zhenying smiled, feeling that this trip was very interesting.

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The Domain, the Hanshan Annex, where the chief is enshrined, once won the reputation of "although it was made by people, it is like the opening of heaven".

A middle-aged steward who was in charge of the affairs of the other courtyard knocked on the door of the courtyard.

Then he waited patiently, and there was still silence everywhere, except for the steward's ear, a voice sounded leisurely: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged steward lowered his voice and cautiously said the things that had been secretly transmitted to his ears from elsewhere.

Lu Fazhen's majestic voice said without emotion: "Got it." ”

When the steward heard this, he bowed respectfully and left.

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Yuan Jiapu.

A small pavilion hanging with a plaque of the word "Huajia", there is a mediocre woman wearing plain white linen, lazily leaning on the fence of the pavilion, carrying a small hoe in her hand, her eyes are blank, looking at a peony flower garden by the pavilion.

The flowering season has not yet arrived, so there is really nothing to look forward to.

Half an hour later, the woman raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned.

She stood up and walked out of the gazebo with her hoe, and in three or two seemingly unremarkable steps, there was no trace of her near the gazebo.

Only the iron horses under the eaves, moving without wind, tinkling.