Xingcheng, the other courtyard where Xiaoyao Valley is located, is located on a high hill. The willow trees in front of the door sway gently in the wind, and the rockery in the backyard is rugged. It is unique and elegant. Few people come here, especially after moving in Xiaoyao Valley.
There were only a few visitors during the day, and most of them had to be rejected. Within a few days, the place became increasingly deserted.
But this afternoon, the place seemed to suddenly become lively.
First, Meng Jiaoyang, the prefect of Yongchang County, came out of the Summer Palace with great fanfare. Not only were there hundreds of elite guards from the Mountain Shaking Army in front and behind the team, but there were more than a hundred palace attendants walking around the royal chariot, so the banners and flags were covered with yellow flags.
Fanning red umbrellas, swords and spears like a forest, and war horses like dragons, the whole team swaggered through the city like a convoy of eunuchs during a festival parade, only to see the people of Xingcheng in a fog, wondering what was going on.
The eunuch's imperial driver walked slowly, passing through half of Xingcheng, and finally stopped in front of the Xiaoyao Valley Villa. After asking for an audience, Meng Jiaoyang still took the middle-aged scholar and the stern man, and only three of them entered.
Wan Qingsi, the headmaster of Xiaoyao Valley, who usually only showed up at the altar and for discussions in all directions, gave the Yongchang prefect a lot of face. Not only did she come out to entertain him in person, she just chatted with the fat man in a friendly manner for nearly an hour before he started practicing.
He saw the guests off and left the main hall.
Meng Jiaoyang was in a good mood. After being sent out of the gate of the other courtyard by an elder of Xiaoyao Valley and several core disciples, he gave this huge courtyard to Xiaoyao Valley with a wave of his hand. Then, everyone in Xiaoyao Valley
Amidst the sound of thanksgiving, he boarded the royal chariot and drove back to the palace.
But the huge procession stopped just as it started. Meng Jiaoyang in the chariot frowned slightly, opened the window and asked the middle-aged scholar riding beside the chariot, "What happened?"
The middle-aged scholar shook his head slightly, and then an old waiter in front of the team trotted to the chariot and said softly, "To inform the prefect, the small bridge on the road in front of Xiaoyao Valley Villa is quite narrow. We and the prefect of Anyang County
The team from home met head-on, so...?"
The old waiter asked Meng Jiaoyang and turned his head to look at the middle-aged scholar on the horse.
Without waiting for the middle-aged scholar to speak, Meng Jiaoyang waved his hand and said, "I know it's a big deal. Since it's blocking the way, we just have to give way to Prefect Yan."
"Old slave, I obey," the old waiter saluted slowly. After standing up, he glanced in the direction of the middle-aged scholar. The middle-aged scholar nodded, "After all, this is my territory in Yongchang County, so you should be treated accordingly."
You still have to be a guest."
"That's right, go quickly," Meng Jiaoyang waved his hand impatiently, then simply walked out of the chariot, stood on the shaft of the chariot and set up a pergola to look at the stone bridge under the hill. The original confrontation was tense.
Among the two parties there, the Shanshan Army slowly exited the stone bridge and moved to the side of the road, allowing the Anyang County Prefect and his entourage to pass by.
Soon, the Anyang County Governor's chariot arrived in front of the Xiaoyao Valley Villa. After the driver stopped, Yan Siyu also walked out of the carriage. When he saw Meng Jiaoyang in the distance, he held his hands with a smile on his face, "
Yan arrived unluckily and bumped into Taishou Meng, so I would like to thank Taishou Meng for giving in!"
Meng Jiaoyang also raised her hand and said with a smile, "Prefect Yan is too polite. After all, it was Meng who took the first step. Since everything that should be discussed has been discussed, there is no need to rush home, and it is time for Yan to go home."
The prefect should give way."
The smile on Yan Siyu's face remained unchanged and her tone was low, "There is no such thing as first come, first served. Yan has been coming here every day these days, but he just didn't meet Prefect Meng. If Yan had met him a few days ago,
This matter will also make way for Prefect Meng."
"This is a great kindness," Meng Jiaoyang laughed and sighed, stroking her hands. "Meng has heard from his grandfather since he was a child that the Yan family of Anyang is the most generous. As long as it is beneficial to the human race, the Yan family will do anything. Today,
See, it is indeed the case. I think that with Grand Administrator Yan here, the friendship between Yongchang and Anyang counties will last forever."
The smile on Yan Siyu's face became lighter, "Meng Taishou's words reminded Yan that you have just ascended the throne, and many things may not have been 'mastered' yet. If you need anything, you can talk to Yan.
He is indeed a generous person, and the help he can give... Yan must not be stingy...!"
"Seriously? Brother Yan is such a good person..." Meng Jiaoyang smiled.
Before I could say anything else, I heard the middle-aged scholar next to me whisper, "Master Taishou, there is an important guest waiting for you in the Summer Palace..."
"I know," Meng Jiaoyang smiled regretfully at Yan Siyu, cupped her hands and said, "It's easy to have a few words with Brother Yan alone, but unfortunately I'm still busy with worldly affairs. I'll have a drink with Brother Yan another day when I have time.
Happy words."
Yan Siyu also smiled and held up his hands when he heard this, "The meeting is not over half yet, and there are many opportunities. Governor Meng, go well."
Meng Jiaoyang nodded with a smile and turned back to the carriage. The moment the car door closed, a ferocious look appeared on her face, her hands turned white, and she didn't say a word.
On the other side, Yan Siyu was not in a hurry to enter Xiaoyao Valley, but looked at Yongchang County's long motorcade with a smile as they all crossed the stone bridge and went away. Then he waved his sleeves and trotted to Xiaoyao Valley with the palace attendants following him.
Gubieyuan handed over the greeting card.
After a while, the core disciples of Xiaoyao Valley welcomed Yan Siyu and the middle-aged man in blue robes who followed him in.
We went all the way to the main hall of the Xiaoyao Valley Villa. The headmaster Wan Qingsi was already waiting at the main seat. When she saw Yan Siyu coming in, she stood up, nodded, and gave a simple salute, "Prefect Yan is here."
Yan Siyu returned the greeting with a smile, "I happened to be passing by, so I came in and told the master what I had heard." He sat down in the guest seat very naturally, as if he was already very familiar with Wan Qingsi, and said directly without any hesitation, "
The real person in charge has heard that Luo Chuan, the prefect of Li County, hosted a banquet today for Zhong Yun, the only daughter of Zhong Shuye, the head of Tingfeng Pavilion, but sent Su Yiming, a guest from Li County, to visit Zhong Shuye in the other courtyard of Tingfeng Pavilion.
I don’t know what they talked about, but the spectrum was very high.”
Wan Qingsi's extremely cold face showed no change at all. She just lowered her head and said, "Prefect Meng of Yongchang County came just now and informed me of this matter."
Yan Siyu nodded and said, "Now that Lijun has finally taken action, things have become a lot clearer. I just don't know who from Guangjun or Lijun can win the favor of Zhong Shuye. I think it will be a battle between dragons and tigers. What do the masters think?"
"
Wan Qingsi said, "Tingfeng Pavilion is in Sucheng. It should be the Yun family's near water tower in Guangjun."
Yan Siyu looked directly at Wan Qingsi and said softly, "Guang County now has the help of the Golden Sword Sect. If it gets the full support of Tingfeng Pavilion again, I'm afraid... it will be detrimental to me, Anyang..."
Wan Qingsi was silent for a moment and said slowly, "If Lijun gets the Tingfeng Pavilion and is as powerful as a tiger, he probably really has the qualifications to become the king of Hanzhou in the southwest... right...
"
"What the master said..." Yan Siyu was slightly shaken, and then smiled, "It's extremely..."
"Extremely yes..." This chapter has been completed!