Zhang Huan took over the post of Minister of War and went to the Ministry of War on the same day.
Liang Jing was temporarily in charge of the affairs of the Ministry of War and had been handed over to him for a long time.
When they were about to leave the Yamen, the two of them finished.
"It's a pity that I didn't meet Song Gong." Zhang Huan was quite regretful.
Liang Jing was good at managing relationships, so he immediately called someone to ask: "Is Mr. Song at home?"
"Song Gong returned home today and has already left."
I didn't even go to see him off... Liang Jing was a little embarrassed, and then he smiled and said, "Did Mr. Song leave quietly because he was worried that we would be sad?"
Zhang Huan sighed: "When I come back to my hometown when I am old, I look at Chang'an and never let go. I know this mentality."
Liang Jing smiled and said: "I heard that Zhang Shangshu took good care of Zitai?"
Zhang Huan said: "I have some similar interests."
"That's my brother!" Liang Jing unceremoniously brought the relationship closer, "I'll invite you out for a drink later. If Zhang Shangshu doesn't give up..."
Zhang Huan had just arrived in Chang'an and needed to re-establish a network of relationships. Behind Liang Jing was a noble concubine who was quite powerful in the Ministry of War. He wanted to get in touch with this person to facilitate subsequent directors.
"Easy to say."
The two agreed on a day to drink, and Liang Jing took his leave.
Just as they arrived at the gate of the Ministry of War, a clerk came in and saluted Liang Jing.
"I've met Mr. Liang."
"Where did this go?" Liang Jing said with a cold face.
Running out to do personal things during working hours is a phenomenon that he has recently cracked down on.
The clerk said: "I made a big mistake at the beginning. Fortunately, Duke Song forgive me. I am very grateful. Today, I finished my errand early and asked for leave to see Duke Song off."
"Can we see Mr. Song?"
"I didn't see it. Song Gong left long ago. However, I heard that Yang Shijun went to see him off and wrote a poem."
Zitai is very affectionate!
Liang Jing felt a little sad, feeling that it was a pity that such a talented person with such great affection was unwilling to serve his brother and sister.
"What poem?"
"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world will know you."
…
The Chang'an officialdom felt that Song Zhen had offended the emperor, so he was driven away.
No civil servants went to see him off, but many upright military officers went to see him off.
Yang Xuan also went.
This news was spread, along with two poems.
"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world will know you."
When the brothel girls heard these two lines of poetry, they couldn't help but praise them, and then they composed music and sang the harmony.
But after all, there are only two sentences, which are too short.
…
After receiving the reward, Yang Xuan originally wanted to return to northern Xinjiang.
"Stay!" Zhou Zun said, "Wait until the meeting before going back."
"Yes." Yang Xuan responded, "I wonder how Aning is doing."
The father-in-law immediately became angry, "Look at you, you have only been married for a long time, and you have been away from Aning for a long time. Which husband is like you?"
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, "It's all business."
“It’s time to push!”
"yes."
This is the Zhou family.
Yang Xuangang had just had lunch and drank wine with his father-in-law.
A steward came in.
"Mr. Lang, I went to a brothel with some friends today."
At this time, the brothel was not only a holy place for men, but also a social place.
"Isn't it appropriate?" Zhou Zun asked calmly.
The steward nodded, "Someone wants to deal with Xiao Langjun, and he will have to do with those people later."
"Zitai!"
Zhou Qin came, carrying two wine jars.
He has a certain number of drinks at home, but he can only drink alcohol when entertaining guests.
Grandson-in-law is here!
Is it wrong for me to have a drink with him?
But Yang Xuan's scalp went numb when he looked at the wine jar.
"My father-in-law, the things over there in Dechang are big or small. How about I go take a look!"
Dechang is the character of Zhou Xin.
Zhou Zun was thinking about how to persuade his father to drink less. Hearing this, he was secretly happy and said with a straight face: "Dechang's work is not reliable, so go quickly!"
Yang Xuan left hastily.
Afterwards, Zhou Qin and his son had another dispute.
"Zitai has just returned from the expedition. I want to talk to him. Is it inappropriate?"
"Okay, but Aye, how about waiting for two days?"
This is a delaying tactic... Yang Xuan couldn't help laughing.
"Wait for two days so that you can send out good hands to add water to my wine jar?"
Zhou has a lot of good hands. He keeps them at home and practices them when he has nothing to do. When something happens, he goes out to work. For example, when Zhou Qin went to Yanshou Palace last time, he used some good hands.
Aren’t the experts supposed to look after homes and homes?
Can it still be like this?
"You have good skills, don't I?" Zhou Qin sneered.
It seems that the father and son are going to stage a secret war.
Yang Xuan felt that it was better for him to stay away.
…
Xiangyun Tower has a very elegant name, but it is actually a brothel.
Zhou Xin and a few friends are enjoying singing and dancing at the moment.
Jiang Rong, an active member in this circle, sat next to him, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Dechang, singing and dancing are boring after all. How about getting some new people to try it?"
Zhou Xin shook his head, "It's noon. I'm a little dizzy after drinking, so I won't do it anymore."
Bai Rixuan is not in the habit of saying that.
Jiang Rong smiled and said: "Is it possible that you are dying?"
Men can say no to anything, except this!
You didn't see that the emperor was ridiculed by the Southern Zhou Dynasty and his power was weak, so he started a war.
"Who said that?" Zhou Xin raised his eyebrows, "I just don't like it."
"Then call a few of them!"
Jiang Rong couldn't help but ask for a female prostitute.
"It's easy to talk about. There just happened to be a newcomer who just arrived. I guarantee that he will be new." The female steward who led the team gave them an ambiguous look that you know.
Newcomer!
Everyone couldn't help but feel excited.
Immediately, several female prostitutes came in.
All young.
And the temperament is not bad, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each has its own style.
Everyone picked for a while, and the last one left was Zhou Xin.
"Quick, toast to Dechang!" Jiang Rong shouted, and the prostitute also raised her glass shyly.
Zhou Xin drank a few glasses of wine and felt a little drunk, and his heart was even more agitated.
The female prostitute next to her coquettishly said that some slaves would do this job, and asked her husband to show mercy and not be rude.
The more he said this, the more angry Zhou Xin became.
Jiang Rong coughed dryly, "Is there any new song?"
The singer said: "There happens to be one, but it's just a couple of sentences."
"Sing it, you'll be rewarded!" Jiang Rong squinted at Zhou Xin, eyes flashing with lust.
The female prostitute cleared her throat, coughed a few times, waved her hands, and the music started.
"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world will know you."
She sang it three times in a row, and the tune kept changing, gradually getting deeper...
Not audible.
"good!"
Jiang Rong clapped his hands, "It's a good poem, but it's a pity that there are only two sentences. If that person is here, whether I force or tempt him, I have to let him finish the poem."
"Who did it?"
a man asked.
The singer said: "It is said that Yang Shijun from Northern Xinjiang sent the Song Dynasty to return to his hometown. Every word is sincere and sincere."
Jiang Rong smiled and said: "Dechang, isn't that your brother-in-law?"
Zhou Xin was silent, thinking that his brother-in-law was becoming more and more heroic in his actions, and his poems were even more unmatched. How many people didn't like my sister when she got married, but now?
hehe!
The singer asked: "Is Lang Jun really Yang Shijun's brother-in-law?"
Jiang Rong laughed and cursed: "Bitch, can you make this up?"
There are many prostitutes in the brothel department, all of whom are slaves. Slaves are bitches, so many people will call brothel girls bitches.
The singer stood up and saluted Zhou Xin, "I've met Mr. Lang!"
Jiang Rong smiled and said: "You do like him!"
The singer said sternly: "No one in the civil service dared to see Song Gong off at that time, because they were afraid of being implicated. As soon as Yang Shijun arrived in Chang'an, he went to catch up with him after leaving the palace. We, the prostitutes, also admire such a person who values love and justice.
.”
"This is so awesome!" Jiang Rong laughed, pointed at Zhou Xin and said, "Then why don't you go accompany Dechang today!"
The singer's blessings are: "A slave is not a slave, and he does not sell himself."
Everyone smiled.
The singer sat down and said, "If Yang Shijun is here, I would like to offer myself a pillow."
…
He family.
Staff member Yan Ju entered the study, where He Huan was reading.
Now that he has a beard, he looks a little more elegant. But as he turns his eyes, the viciousness in his eyes becomes more intense.
"How's it going over there?"
"We are working on it, Jiang Rong said, it will definitely make the Zhou family disgraced."
"Xu Guogong failed to make Zhou Zun suffer this time. The abbot is a bit unswerving. However, the abbot is planning for Xu Guogong to be appointed as the governor of southern Xinjiang, but he is not willing to move."
"That Zhou Xin is the eldest son of Zhou Zun, and he has cultivated it for many years. If his reputation is ruined..."
"What are you worried about?" He Huan said calmly: "The emperor intends to let Zhou Zun be in charge of Zhongshu. If he is allowed to take over, the emperor will have many powerful opponents in the court."
"The Zhongshu Province should not be underestimated, but is this matter accurate?"
"It's hard to say. I guess this is the emperor's method to alienate the Zhou family from the father-in-law. However, even if we know it is a method, we have to deal with it."
Yan Ju said: "This is the benefit of the emperor."
"Give Zhou a refresher, and then launch an impeachment, and the matter will naturally disappear." He Huan hesitated, "After the impeachment, the matter was immediately revealed and turned into a misunderstanding!"
Yan Ju nodded, "I understand. The misunderstanding has been resolved and Zhou Xin's reputation has improved. In this way, the Zhou family will not be offended too badly."
He Huan sighed: "Otherwise, Mrs. Zhou would be angry... Think about the last time, Zhou Qin had not left the house for many years. As soon as he went out, he smashed the Yanshou Palace and killed several people. Therefore, you have to act quickly!"
…
A quarter of an hour later.
"This is Xiangyun Tower?"
Yang Xuan has arrived.
The old thief nodded, "This house is quite famous, and most of the people who come here are high-status people."
These places are also divided into three, six or nine levels, which reminded Yang Xuan of a club in another world.
"The ordinary ones are foot washing, hair washing, or bathing. There are more high-end ones, such as clubs and parties...Xiao Xuanzi, do you want me to make some videos for you to see?"
Driving birds like topics like this the most.
Yang Xuan dismounted and a man came over and said, "I have met my uncle."
Since it was discovered that someone wanted to deal with Zhou Xin, Zhou would naturally not let it go.
"How?" Yang Xuan stood inside the gate, watching the demons dancing wildly inside... Those so-called nobles were even more dissolute.
The more serious you pretend to be, the less serious you are in private.
Once someone sees that true face, it will probably shatter your outlook on life.
"The set maker is called Jiang Rong. He comes from an ordinary family. He is a lively man and has been friends with the young man for several years."
The rich and the humble don't mingle. Even if you get into that circle, others will ask you to ask for millions every minute, and you will ask for a monthly salary of several thousand. Others ask you to go to a certain place tomorrow, and the people you meet are all big guys. If you ask, you will go there tomorrow.
On a business trip, I stayed in an ordinary hotel...
The gap is too big, and if you bite the bullet and sneak in, most of the time you will end up humiliating yourself.
Most of Zhou Xin's friends are descendants of aristocratic families.
But a circle must have an active atmosphere, and Jiang Rong is the person who organizes the activities. Most of these people are of low status, and they just happen to be shameless brokers.
"What are they going to do?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, a little impatient... The madam is here.
"Our people have been keeping a close eye on him, probably because they want to ruin the young man's reputation. After much deliberation, we can only think of women."
"Here comes the gentleman!" The old bustard came over with a smile.
Yang Xuan didn't have time to talk nonsense with her.
The old thief stepped forward to stop the bustard, "I'm looking for someone!"
The madam yelled, "Who are you looking for?"
Yang Xuan's eyes turned, and the Zhou man next to him whispered: "Second floor, A2."
Yang Xuan nodded and walked in.
The old bustard chased after him and said, "My husband is very handsome, do you have a crush on me?"
Yang Xuan walked up the stairs silently.
The madam followed closely behind.
Arriving outside Room A2 and listening to the noisy sounds inside, Yang Xuan asked, "Are you sure it's here?"
Zhou's man nodded, "It's right inside."
When the madam heard something was wrong, she wanted to shout.
"Want to tip off someone?" Yang Xuan turned around and glanced at her, "Yang is here, you can give it a try!"
The Madam's heart trembled at the sight of him, and she said with a cold face, "Mr. Lang..."
Yang Xuan pointed to the door.
Wang Laoer stepped forward.
Lift your feet.
Boom!
The door flew in.
It hit the window directly.
Bang!
The men and women inside were all startled.
Look out the door.
Several men and women, their faces flushed from drinking, were hugging each other and making love to each other. Their shirts were half unbuttoned, and they were about to reach their swords and shoes.
Zhou Xin sat further back, leaning against the wall, with a female prostitute sitting on his lap, undressing!
Everyone was shocked by this.
Jiang Rong looked up from the woman's fierceness and shouted: "Who? Get out!"
Zhou's people pointed at him and said, "That's Jiang Rong."
Yang Xuan came over, grabbed Jiang Rong's hair, and dragged him to the middle.
He slapped Jiang Rong several times, causing the corners of Jiang Rong's mouth to swell.
Zhou Xin looked at him with drunken eyes, "Sister...brother-in-law?"
"Water bladder!"
Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, and the old thief handed over the water bag.
Yang Xuan opened the water bag, walked over, and forcefully stuffed an antidote prepared by Zhou Ning.
"I don't know if it works, so I can't go back and take a cold shower."
The female prostitute's face was flushed, and she squatted aside knowingly.
The madam stamped her feet outside the door and shouted: "It's terrible, it's terrible! Someone is here!"
Yang Xuan turned around, and the old thief grabbed Jiang Rong's hair, lifted it hard, and made him face Yang Xuan.
When a customer comes to a brothel, he has a tacit understanding with the brothel... If I come here, any trouble I encounter will be your fault.
Therefore, the brothel will maintain a group of thugs to deal with such troubles. Even if a woman from any family comes to catch a rapist, the brothel will shoulder the responsibility.
Failing this, whenever a client is beaten, it will have a great impact on the reputation of the brothel.
The madam screamed, "That's Mr. Jiang! How brave you are. Tell me who your last name is. I'll make you regret your mistake!"
Telling Jiang Rong's name first is a deterrent. Asking Yang Xuan's name next is asking for clues.
Even now, the quality of the madam is still impeccable.
But what he met was Yang Xuan!
Yang Xuan kicked Jiang Rong head-on with a fierce kick.
