Nightfall Chapter 50: A conversation that changed the history of Chang’an rivers and lakes

Chapter Fifty A Talk about Changing the History of Chang'an Rivers and Lakes

Ning Que didn’t know the boss of the Red Sleeve Trick. At this time, he was looking at him coldly on the top floor, and he didn’t know that the boss was angry at him for teasing the girls while chatting and not doing business. On the side, while chatting without a trace, he wondered what doubt Zhang Yiqi's death had caused.

"I like how you look when you laugh. I look at how cute this little dimple is." Shuijiu's eyes waved and said: "But then again, since you want to take a college entrance examination, you have to study seriously, otherwise if you can't pass the exam, At that time, it must be said that we women have harmed you. Then how can you compensate us?"

"Don't talk about us, Ning Que comes every day to talk to you and do what we do." A girl joked.

Shui Zhu'er's remarks seemed to be a joke, but in fact she really cared. Ning Que's heart was slightly warm, and she responded with a few words with a smile. You just have your homework ready, so don't worry about such nonsense. Sangsang lowered his head next to nibbling melon seeds, and talked to the maid Xiaocao in a different way, thinking that the young master's words were not nonsense but lie. There were a total of six entrance exams in the college. How many lessons do I urge you to watch every day?

Although she doesn’t need to be disguised to pretend to be a small servant, the woman in the brothel has such a vicious look. From the first glance at her introduction, she can tell that she is a clown girl. Xiaocao is chatting with her next to her. Secretly thinking with sympathy, Ning Que must be disgusted with Sangsang's ugliness, so he digs into the building shamelessly every day.

In the top-floor room, the middle-aged man in a blue shirt walked slowly to the owner behind the red sleeved trick, stood side by side and looked downstairs, watching the man sitting in the chair gentle with the girls around The teenager who was talking couldn't help but smile, and Qingjun's steady eyebrows suddenly brightened.

"If this boy is the last tenant in Lin 47 Lane, then I have no reason to let him." The man smiled and said, "Shoot him away. All the leases are in my hands. I will Then transfer these leases to Yamen, what reason do you have for rejecting the expropriation of that street by Chang'an Mansion?"

"All the shopkeepers in Lin 47 Lane have been chased away by you, but have you ever seen me lower my head?" The middle-aged man in the green shirt smiled and said, "Not to mention...you can't drive away this young man. ."

"Can't you leave?" The man stared at his eyes quietly, then suddenly laughed, and said: "Yes, with the five words of your Chunfeng Pavilion, who dares to move at will?"

The middle-aged man in the green shirt smiled, did not answer this word, turned and sat back in the chair.

Previously, he had received the words from the old fourth that he knew what happened in Lin 47 Lane today. A young scholar who came to Chang'an from outside to prepare for the exam, in front of two gangs, saw that there was no gangster who was going to fight for blood. Frightened, he even used the starting price to take a year’s rent from his own hands. What made him even more puzzled was that the boy didn’t start the price so much, he seemed very sophisticated and measured. In other words It is very generous.

On the first day when Lao Bi Zhai opened, he went to Lin 47 Lane not to shelter from the rain, but to see where he was. The foolish guy was so bold enough to rent his own shop, who knew it? Only then did he know that the young man might not know what happened in the rivers and lakes of Chang'an City, but he was definitely not a fool.

There is no idiot in this world who can write such a good handwriting, and no idiot can leave such a thick knife callus between the tiger’s mouth, thinking of the dripping ink on the wall of the old Bi Zhai. There is even a vaguely murderous intent. Reminiscent of Qi Si’s description of today’s pictures, the middle-aged man even suspects that the young man has killed people... No, it should be that he suspects that the young man has killed many people. .

He has killed many people at the age of fifteen or six. It is an unbelievable fact for him who walks in the dark and blood all year round. For such a young man, as long as he refuses to move, who can Force him to move?

"Old dynasty, I am asking you today on behalf of the palace, can you respect it?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, only to realize that he was a little surprised because he thought about the boy's affairs, he couldn't help but smiled apologetically. The word Wangfu didn't seem to affect his chic mind at all.

The man with whom he was talking today has the surname Cui Ming Delu. Although he is a very tacky name, he is definitely not a layman. It is impossible for a man who can take care of the first brothel in Chang'an. Most people in Chang'an thought that the background of this building was a high-ranking official in Chang'an Mansion, but only a middle-aged man knew that Cui Delu relied on the chief steward of the Prince's Mansion. Some even suspected that this brothel itself was The lord’s property.

"Red Sleevez has some trouble recently. I really didn't expect Brother Cui you to have time to talk about those things."

Cui Delu looked slightly cold, and said: "Lin 47 Lane is not what the palace wants. You should know this very well. It's just that it is not convenient for the military department to get out of the office, so it was entrusted to us idlers who run errands. Who knows that you have been holding on forever, making the uncles in the ministry unhappy. This matter has only become so big now. A few days ago, the Chang'an Mansion swept your place and you carried it down. In the end, the Yulin Army It's dispatched..."

Hearing the words Yu Linjun, the middle-aged man's eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if there was a slight pain there.

Looking at his expression, Cui Delu changed the conversation and said with a smile: "Of course, you should know that the palace does something for those two ministries, and it is always to receive some benefits, but the chief steward said, the prince appreciates you more , I once mentioned your name after drinking, saying that you have rules and know how to do things in Chang'an."

The middle-aged man remained silent, but the dark color between his brows became more and more conspicuous.

Cui Delu continued to solemnly said: "You also know that a Yushi died in my building two days ago. This is very troublesome. The unlucky person who urged himself to die, but the family went to Chang'an Mansion. His Royal Highness and The Yushi is old, and he can’t speak at this point, so I have to deal with it myself. If you have a way to settle this matter for me, then the matter at Lin 47 Lane, I will never Intervene again."

Although the other party is just a brothel boss, and even though he keeps saying that I am me or me, the middle-aged man knows very well that the other party represents the attitude of the prince, and what he heard is the voice from the palace, just a little bit Shen Yuhou smiled and asked: "Even if your Royal Highness and the Yushi have old times, it's too simple to make peace. Why do we need people like us to take action?"

Cui Delu looked gloomy and said, "Are you really ignorant or pretending not to understand? If it is the former, you will never be the old man of Chunfengting in my eyes since you are too stupid. If it is the latter, From then on, I will never have you in front of you, Chunfengting, the old man, because you are too smart but don't know how to promote."

The middle-aged man replied calmly: "The thing in Lane 47 is not a problem, it is not a problem to the prince, and it is not a problem to the old court of Chunfeng Pavilion, if it is really the court. I am willing to offer it with both hands wherever the government office needs it, but...you shouldn’t use this to crush me."

"My Chunfeng Pavilion’s rule is not to participate in the upright struggle. Whether it’s your Royal Highness, the Military Department or the Household Department, as long as things are related to these, I will go as far as I can. Will go further."

"The old Cao Cao of the Spring Wind Pavilion is the biggest gang leader in Chang'an City. Thousands of people under you ate with you. The court escorted the transportation of the water to you and rewarded you for doing all these tasks, but you said you wanted to leave? Do you think you can go away? Where do you want to go? Where can your three thousand brothers go? The penal prison or the frontier Serbia prisoner?"

Cui Delu stared at him with gloomy eyes, and said: "A few years ago, the court was calm, and it might be possible for you to protect yourself, but now that the four princesses have returned, she has forgotten to protect her brother as the prince. The queen is on the throne, and the empress also has a son! Of course these important events have nothing to do with you, but at this time, if you don’t make it clear which dog you are, then...no one will tolerate you!"

"Being a dog, do I have to find a master?" The middle-aged man sighed and looked at him and asked, "So you want to subdue me for His Royal Highness?"

"Yes, all the people who are qualified to make a sound are pressing you in the entire Chang'an City. Why? Because you are a dog without an owner. In this case, if you are willing to join any family, whether it is the military department or whoever , As long as you have a master, if others want to beat you, you have to take a look at the face of the person holding you."

"Can I ask a question?" The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said.

"Please."

"Between the queen and the four princesses, who will the Prince support?"

Cui Delu categorically said: "Of course no one will support. His Majesty will always be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. As long as His Majesty says who it is, then His Highness will support whom."

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time after hearing this answer, then slowly raised his head, smiling and replied: "Sorry, as a Datang man, I am still not used to being a dog."

Cui Delu was stunned, forced to suppress his annoyance, and persuaded him bitterly: "People will always be dogs in their lives, and some people want to be dogs but not."

The middle-aged man stood up, tied his saber around his waist, clasped his hands freely, and said, "Boss Cui, you are really not a competent lobbyist, because you don't know the character of my Chunfeng Pavilion." /

Cui Delu's face was a bit ugly, and she stood up and said in a deep voice, "Are you worried that this decision won't convince the public? Don't worry, the prince has said that as long as you are willing to bow, even if it is a symbolic bow, he will let the army. The Ministry will give you an explanation, give you two heads, can't your dignified helper shake the small ones below?"

At this point in the conversation, he no longer cares about using the prince’s chief steward to do the filter, and directly moves out of His Royal Highness. However, the middle-aged man seems to have not heard it at all, and walks directly outside the door. No one noticed that when Cui Delu uttered the four words "Tangtangzhu", there was a faint smile on his eyebrows.

"Old Chao, you stop for me." Cui Delu stared at the back of his head gloomily, "It seems that you and your brother have been mingling in Chang'an City these years. How to write the words, but I must remind you that these nobles are real nobles, that is not a world that you, a cockroach crawling in the gutter, can understand."

The middle-aged man slowly stopped, but did not look back.