The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.

"Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant, and I am sad that the Qin and Han dynasties have been made of earth in the palaces."

Prosecutor Song didn't like the capital, he didn't like the cold and gloomy capital.

In the south, even in winter, it still has charm.

He looked at the gray sky and recited the poem "I worry about the country and the people", and his eyebrows became more depressed.

The Hanlin Academy is a department for raising hopes, at least for the moment.

As a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy, Song Jian, has not been assigned a specific position, so he has run through many relationships, but since the cleanup of the south, no one dared to plan for him.

The Hanlin Academy is a precious and precious person, but it cannot be considered a real-powered department.

The duty of the lecturer is to teach the emperor and the prince.

But there is no prince in the Ming Dynasty at present. Even if Yumi was enthroned as the prince, the prince's young master, Da Mingxing and Bo Fangxing were watching, where was it his turn to go to class with Song Jian.

As for the emperor, it was even more nonsense. Since he ascended the throne, he has regarded the Hanlin Academy as a decoration.

But it's funny, an official who didn't know much about the situation of all classes of the Ming Dynasty explained Confucianism to the emperor, and then he had to connect the content with reality, analyze it, and let the emperor learn it.

Is this funny?

Standing outside the imperial city, Song Jian looked at the gray sky, suddenly felt that his position was a joke.

He missed Yanzhou. At this moment, Yanzhou would be cold, bitingly cold, but soft.

But Yanzhou is just a corner of the country, and he didn't want to treat it as a paradise, so he asked for a relationship and finally transferred to the capital.

Where is the future!

There are not many jobs for the Hanlin Academy to teach, no, there are almost no one now.

At first he was panicked, but later he became calm, and his salary would not be less than one copper coin.

Moreover, he did not rely on his salary to support his family.

Be careful of Jinyiwei and Dongchang!

Prosecutor Song lowered his head and slowly went to the west of the city.

If you have nothing to do, you can't stare in the yamen, so Song Jian often came out under the name of searching for ancient books.

If you talk about your favorite ancient books, most of the Hanlin Academy said it was second, so no one dared to claim to be first.

So Shangguan, who was also bored, turned a blind eye to agree, so Song Jian often got the opportunity to come out.

The New Year atmosphere in the city of Peking is gradually becoming more intense, but Song Jian has no time to feel these.

Xin Laoqi didn't have the heart to feel these things.

He and Ye Luoxue stood in front and watched Song Jian walk slowly.

"The master said that the most refreshing thing is to suppress it directly, but it is not beneficial to the general trend and will only intensify the conflicts. Therefore, he had to use such means. But it cannot be concealed."

Ye Luoxue nodded and said, "Song Jian is here, I'll go."

Xin Laoqi nodded. What he wanted more now was to fight Ye Luoxue.

There are several bookstores here. Song Jian went in and walked around, and then came out again.

He was going to find a restaurant to wait for lunch, preferably a woman.

Qinlou is naturally the best place, and the shopkeepers and the guys there are very clever, and no information from customers has been leaked.

Last time, Fang Xing got a hand, and the holy land was banned, and countless men wailed.

But the Chinese New Year is coming, and Fang Xing is not too good to do, so he let it go when Qinlou's shopkeeper asks someone to come to plead.

Before the New Year, many people had a lot of money in their pockets, so Qinlou's business became more and more popular. It is said that the water for the girls inside to wash their faces every day smelled the nearby ditches.

He hired a carriage and went all the way to Qinlou.

The back door of Qinlou looked very thick, as if it had never been opened.

The carriage was parked at the back door. The coachman got out of the car, pounded the door hard, and shouted: "A customer is here! Open the door!"

The thick wooden door that seemed to have never been opened slowly opened from the inside. The door shaft must have been frequently oiled, so it was silent.

"The uncle is here, please come in."

A guy skillfully welcomed Song Jian to the third floor.

Women in brothels are usually leisurely before lunch, so when Song Jian arrived on the third floor, many women were sleeping or chatting.

Don't think that women don't snore when they sleep, some snoring can make people unable to sleep.

There were snoring in my ears, and in front of me were a few women lying on the railings and talking with smiles.

"Yo! Some guests are here."

Several women discovered Song Jian and immediately stopped smiling, either dignified or charming.

In order to stimulate their enthusiasm, the reception of customers here is all commissions, so the competition is very fierce.

Song Jian was one of the rich guys, so he naturally had the eyes of these women.

Several women looked at the woman who pretended to be dignified. Sure enough, Song Jian didn't even look at it, and pointed at the woman and said, "Go to your house."

As the door closed, the women outside were eating and laughing, gathering together and whispering.

"Two falsely serious, listen to their movements."

"That looks like a literati, can you recite poetry?"

"What poems are chanting? There is a beauty in the book?"

There were more and more women outside, and everyone was listening to the movement inside.

"I memorized the poem I taught you last time."

Song Jian’s voice came from inside, but it was trembling.

After a while of whining, a woman said, "I don't regret it if my belt is loose, I'm sorry for you...ah!"

The breathing stopped suddenly as soon as it started, and then Song Jian said angrily: "I asked you to recite poems, it's not... it's really unspeakable!"

The two of them later went torment and recited two poems throughout the whole process, and they were all over the place.

Later, Song Jian came out.

His clothes were neat. If it weren't for the flushing face and the fishy smell on his body, everyone would think that he had just taught a woman to recite poems inside.

There were many women in the corridor outside. When they saw him coming out, they mostly covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughed.

For them, this elegant way is a good business!

Song Jian coughed dryly and frowned and said, "Let's go away."

The women could not listen to him, so Song Jian had no choice and went on slowly.

His body was a little weak and he needed to hold the handrail when going down the stairs.

There was a burst of laughter from behind him, and Song Jian was angry and didn't plan to have lunch here.

He arrived at the lobby, and there were already two tables of guests in the lobby.

The two guests also saw him, but did not recognize him.

Song Jian felt a little relieved and told himself in his heart that he would not come again next time, and then he went to the backyard with peace of mind.

The backyard is mainly a kitchen, and there are some guys' residences.

He walked out of the back door smoothly, and finally laughed as he heard the sound of closing the door behind him.

"This is life!"

He looked at the right side of the alley and went to the left.

The left wall of the alley was always the area of ​​Qin Tower. Hearing the noise gradually increased inside, Song Jian spitted at the wall and cursed: "Bitch, I actually ate chili in the morning."

Follow the alley, there is the entrance in front and the street outside.

After walking out of the alley, the noise came suddenly, as if I suddenly came to the downtown city from the mountains.

Song Jian sorted out his clothes and saw a beautiful man walking towards him.

He was a little moved.

Yes, husbands are now popular in many places in the Ming Dynasty.

Those who have money will go to their husbands outside, and many of them are known to Song Jian.

At this time, it is a pleasure for both men and women to eat, and the fun of the scholars and officials.

So he stared at the man walking unrestrainedly and smiled, even preparing to reveal his identity when necessary, either to attract or suppress the beautiful man.

When the man approached, Song Jian asked, "Where is the home?"

The man asked coldly: "Song Jian?"

Song Jian was exhausted by this rhetorical question, and his heart tightened and said, "You recognized the wrong person."
To be continued...