Jinan is a good place, and the spring water is the highest in the country.
The government is in Licheng, which is not only the seat of Jinan Mansion, but also the seat of the political envoy of Shandong.
A small river of spring water flowed through the city, and the willows and willows hung down by the river, and the women pounded their clothes with their pestles.
On both sides of the river are the shops on the street, and in the hot summer months, even the most active shopkeepers refuse to come out and shout.
The shore of Daming Lake is naturally different, and people who cool off will take a boat and play in the lake.
"There are many beautiful scenery, it is really a city with mountains and half a city lake!"
On a painting boat, Fang Xing drank tea, looked at the lake outside the boat, and said casually.
The man sitting across from him looked about fifty years old, and his face was not very good-looking.
"Xinghebo, this official is not happy to see you coming."
This person is Chang Yu, the political envoy of Shandong.
Chang Yu felt that the breeze on the lake could not let him go, his face sank like water, and he said with a heavy heart: "Shandong is the hometown of the sage, Xinghebo, this official really doesn't want to have anything to do with you." ” Daming Lake is formed by the convergence of springs from all over the place, the lake water is clear, not deep, and you can see the bottom of the lake.
There is a small table in front of him, and there is a pot of tea and two teacups on the small table.
The taste of the tea is pure, which is the characteristic given by good water and good tea leaves.
Fang Xing took a sip, even though he never understood tea, he still nodded in approval, and then said: "Master Chang, this is Da Ming, Ben Bo believes that your heart must be Da Ming first, and then what kind of saint, what kind of saint children." ” When the breeze hit, Chang Yu looked at the teacup fixedly, and said: "There are always many trade-offs in the world, some can make trade-offs, and some can ......
From the moment you pick up the book, you have no choice, Xing Hebo, you Meng Lang. ” Fang Xing said helplessly: "Trade-off......
It depends on which side you are on, whether the Ming is still a saint, or ......
Divide fertilizer. ” "Da Ming is a piece of fat, there are always people up and down who will divide this piece of fat, Lord Chang, are you one of them?"
Fang Xing slowly raised his head and smiled, looking very kind.
Chang Yu's eyes shrank, this person in front of him was not a good man and a woman, on the contrary, the reputation of this man who must be repaid had already resounded in the Ming Dynasty.
This is an ultimatum: Chang Yu, which side are you on?
If he is in the wrong line, Fang Xing Cliff will clean him up!
There are countless examples of this point that can alert Chang Yu, so he softened his tone and said: "The official has no opinion on this matter, but the official reminds me again that this is the hometown of the saint, and once something happens, the official can't guarantee anything." ” "You're more like a saint's official, Lord Chang, Benber is tired."
Fang Xing waved his hand, since he had determined his position, he was not interested in chatting with Chang Yu.
And Chang Yu was not interested in accompanying Fang Xing, he was afraid of being seen, and the outside world would probably guess what conspiracy he and Fang Xing were planning.
Chang Yu got up to say goodbye, the painting boat docked, and he bowed his head and left.
Fang Xing sat by the window, watching Chang Yu get on his horse and hurry away, and couldn't help sneering: "The sage's hometown, this is the official of the Ming Dynasty!"
” Xin Laoqi quietly came out from behind and said, "Master, this person is a little hostile. ” Fang Xing said with a smile: "If I don't do well in this trip, I will smash his job, what kind of saint's hometown, it's just a pretext." ” This is the reality, the saint is immortal, but the descendants of future generations are carrying his signboard for their own benefit.
"If the saint has knowledge, I'm afraid he will slap these disciples to death!"
The saint had great ambitions back then, but in later generations his ambitions were realized, but he became a tool to block his face.
"Ask someone to bring the wine."
Fang Xing smiled slightly, not annoyed by the rejection.
When they met for the first time, it was normal for Chang Yu to be wary of him, if Chang Yu immediately put his heart into his heart, then Fang Xing would have to wonder how he got into the position of political envoy.
With the sound of light footsteps, a woman in green tulle walked into the cabin.
"The tongue of the finch has seen a nobleman."
Sparrow's tongue?
Fang Xing looked up and saw a smiling face.
"Your painting boat?"
The woman was barefoot, and her small feet were exposed from time to time outside her skirt.
She smiled and said, "Yes, if you want to sing and dance, there are also here." ” Fang Xing shook his head, knowing that this woman was not simple. can operate a painting boat in Jinan, and this woman looks like a little orchid temperament, most of which is a certain person's ban.
The woman knelt opposite Fang Xing, put the wine and food on the plate, and then asked, "Guest, just ...... you?"
"You want to say Chang Yu?"
Fang Xing leaned back slightly, propped up one hand on the floor, and said with a smile: "What do you want to ask?"
Can you know Chang Yu's appearance, that is a frequent visitor in the powerful field, is this to find out my details?
” Finchtongue Yingying smiled: "The noble man is too worried, the little girl is just curious." ” As she spoke, she pressed her long sleeves with her left hand, and lifted the flask with her right hand, revealing a moon-like little arm.
In the sound of pouring wine, the finch tongue said: "Daming Lake is mostly enjoyed by dignitaries and nobles, but the little girl has seen a lot and knows some ways to avoid trouble." ” This is a clear woman, Fang Xing relaxed, squinted at the lake, and slowly took a sip of wine.
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The wine is very light, but with a hint of aroma.
"This is the osmanthus wine of last year, if the nobles don't like it, the little girl will go and change it immediately."
Fang Xing shook his head, for him, wine was just something to temper the atmosphere and dispel the mood, there was nothing necessary.
Xin Laoqi stared at the hands of the finch's tongue, those white and tender jade hands were just a scourge that could be poisoned at any time in his eyes, if necessary, he would not hesitate to swing his knife to cut off the jade hands that the men were trending for.
She was paying attention to Fang Xing from time to time.
Fang Xing looked at the lake indifferently, and didn't look at her at all, this was a strange place.
I came to the painting boat to have fun, but this one was drinking alone and looked indifferent.
There's something going on!
And Chang Yu actually met with him, and then went ashore alone, and didn't see Fang Xing to send him out.
This person looks young, so he must be a Xun relative, or a son of a Xun relative.
"What's going on in Jinan City lately?"
Just as the finch tongue was thinking wildly, Fang Xing suddenly turned his head and asked.
Bird's tongue was stunned, and he subconsciously said: "Those readers are making trouble, saying that they want to give that person a good look." ” "Oh!"
Fang Xing leaned against the bulkhead, holding the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the finch tongue casually.
"Go on."
Finch tongue turned slightly sideways, and she knelt on her lap, curvy enough to make any man lose his mind.
But Fang Xing just looked at her lightly, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.
"Noble, those scholars are making too much noise, I heard that they have also connected with scholars in Shandong, and the inns in the city are full these days."
Finch's body trembled slightly, and she guessed the identity of the man in front of her.
This discovery made her feel uneasy, and the backers behind her were not enough to give her a sense of security.
Fang Xing snorted and asked, "What's going on in the saint's house?"
” The finch tongue suddenly leaned over, similar to the posture of the five-body throwing to the ground, and said in a wailing voice: "Nobleman, let the little girl go." ” She just wanted to test the identity of this person, and then repay her backer, which can be regarded as a credit.
But this person is not her credit, but the tiger, a tiger that her backers don't dare to mess with.
"You guessed Benber's identity?"
Fang Xing sighed lightly and said appreciatively: "Sure enough, he is a person in the party, and his eyes are vicious enough." ” The tongue of the finch just trembled, and Fang Xing felt a little bored, so he said, "Tell me, what is the movement of the saint's house." ” "Uncle......
Finchtongue didn't dare to hide it, and said: "The saint's house has not moved, and those who are studying have been turned away when they go to see them. ” "Make a show!"
Fang Xing sighed: "Your Majesty is staring at this side, and Chaozhong is also staring at this side, but it is embarrassing for his family." ”