My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 290 The prince's ability to coax women is also the best in the world
The population of Hangzhou City exceeds 50. In terms of population size alone, it is a first-tier city in Song Dynasty, second only to Bianliang, Tokyo.

The urban layout of Hangzhou City is in the shape of a long and narrow "waist drum" in the north and south, forming a unique layout of "South Officials and North City", Jinjiang River and Lake.

Taking Linjiang Avenue as the axis, to the west, there are Shiwukui Lane, Chenghuang Pailou Lane, Chayuanqian Lane, Taimiao Lane, Yanguan Lane, Gaoshifang Lane and Baima Temple Lane.

These criss-cross alleys are called 23 squares.

Next to Baima Temple Lane is the most prosperous market in Hangzhou.

The shops on both sides of the street are basically white walls with black tiles, two-story cornices, and many signboards. On the street, there are many small vendors along the street.

Wang Lin stood quietly at the entrance of Baima Temple Lane, staring at the resplendent temple not far away, feeling lost in thought for a while.

He remembered the events of his previous life... It's just that the White Horse Temple he saw at that time was obviously a commercial building of later generations, but now it really exists.

It is not for tourism, but for the pure wishes of Hangzhou people living in these streets and alleys for a better life.

At a glance, it is a thousand years.

Yan Qing glanced at Wang Lin's suddenly dazed face, hesitant to speak.

Wang Lin suddenly said lightly: "Xiaoyi, just say something if you have something to say. I just felt that Hangzhou is so prosperous for a while, far more prosperous than Qinglai. Tell me."

"My lord, there is news that the Yanyun Hotel Bieyuan where we live has been secretly monitored by the people of the Hangzhou government office. I am afraid that even the maids and waiters inside have been replaced." Yan Qing lowered her voice. road.

It has been half a month since the three thousand tiger god guards infiltrated into Hangzhou, and they have a thorough understanding of the situation inside and outside the city.

According to Wang Lin's arrangement, Yan Qing ordered the Tiger God Guard to focus on dozens of high-ranking officials from Zhejiang and Zhejiang, headed by Qian Zhongshu, the transshipment envoy of Liang and Zhejiang. hand.

In this era of highly primitive and backward information, the role of espionage organizations is unparalleled.

Wang Lin finally understood why the emperors of all dynasties had to establish a spy agency.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry about it, but just in case, I'd like to order someone to rent another house, just in case. It's best in Liulin Lane."

"Subordinates obey."

Wang Lin smiled: "Let's go, walk around as you like, there is a heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below, and when we get to the paradise on earth, let's have some fun too."

Yan Qing took the order and followed closely, even though he knew that his lord came to Hangzhou not to have fun, he was busy with military and government affairs, so how could he have such leisure time.

Wang Lin took Yan Qing all the way.

"Yellow stewed fish, glutinous rice cakes, Huangqiao pancakes..."

"Stuffed ripe pears, steamed stuffed buns..."

"Osmanthus duck, bucket chicken, delicious, not worth the money..."

A variety of delicacies and snacks are dazzling and fragrant.

Wang Lin couldn't bear it, so he ordered two steamed buns from a small steamed stuffed bun stall on the side of the road, and had a good time with Yan Qing.

Lift the lantern-like soup dumpling, put it down like a chrysanthemum, with thin skin and big stuffing, filled with soup and oil, it will make your mouth water when you look at it.

And lift it gently, move slowly, open the window first, then drink the soup, eat a bun, and the mouth is full of delicious fragrance.

Yan Qing, a man from the north, saw that Wang Lin was so elegant in eating, and also extremely knowledgeable, so he couldn't help but softly said, "My lord, have you been to Jiangnan before?"

Wang Lin nodded: "Come here."

Wang Lin knew why Yan Qing asked the question, but he couldn't tell Yan Qing that after many years, it would no longer be necessary to go to Hangzhou to eat steamed buns filled with soup from Jiangnan...

Suddenly, the surrounding crowd began to commotion, and many people ran forward in a hurry.

Wang Lin looked up, but heard a melodious chime not far away.

Immediately came the sound of chanting sutras.

Wang Lin got up and left.

At least hundreds of people surrounded an empty field, and a strange gilt statue stood in the middle of the empty field.

The man in the statue sits on a lotus altar, with radiant patterns carved on his back, wearing a wide-sleeved monk's robe, with a solemn and benevolent demeanor, but he looks like a Buddha but not a Buddha.

There are two teenagers sitting on both sides of the statue.

Wrapped in a white turban, wearing a dark blue gown, with a golden wide-brimmed belt around his waist.

In front of these two strangely dressed teenagers, a hundred men, women and children knelt down and bowed down.

The two teenagers closed their eyes slightly, shook their heads, and hummed softly: "...Jingfeng Mingshi combined the five types of demons and the two powers of the five bright bodies... In this way, the world is the medicine hall of the bright body, and it is also the forbidden system of dark magic." Prison..."

Dozens of believers began to worship and sing in unison: "If there is a bright envoy, who will rise up in the world, educate all living beings, and relieve all suffering... from it, decorate the altar and hall, place the throne, and pacify all good and evil people. Huiming Envoy, it's the same..."

The corner of Wang Lin's mouth twitched.

Cult!

The two young men who looked like angels finished singing, suddenly turned their hands, and a melon hammer appeared in the wide sleeves.

At the same time, they vigorously rang the iron chime in front of them.

With a bang, two immature and delicate girls' faces popped out from the two green urns behind the statue...

Wang Lin's eyes tightened, and he gasped.

Sure enough, two black boa constrictors swam out after that, which suddenly caused the crowd of onlookers to exclaim incessantly!

Human head and snake body!

Two "beautiful snakes" swam around the field, expressions of bewilderment, fear and pain appeared on their immature faces.

The worshipers became more devout and fanatical, and the louder their chanting, gradually attracted more people to fall to the ground.

Harvest and cut! !
Wang Lin gritted his teeth.

He had read in some ancient books in his previous life that this kind of sorcery of artificially concocting a monster with a human head and a beast body was actually exactly the same as the practice of mutilating young children and making mutilated beggars for profit in modern society, but it was a hundred times more cruel.

However, in these dark years, this inhumane sorcery has become the best gimmick for the cult to attract believers and make money!
Seeing more and more people go from shock to bewilderment and then to fanaticism, Wang Lin couldn't bear to look at those two "human snakes" any longer, and an almost unstoppable murderous aura rose in his heart!
……

Night fell.

The two teenagers who collected the stall loaded the statue, the green urn containing the two beautiful snakes and some other props into a carriage, and then drove the carriage into a secluded alley.

Deep in the alley.

Wang Lin showed his figure, Yan Qing lowered his voice and said: "My lord, this evil cult is called Mingjiao, and it is widely spread in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a branch of them in Hangzhou City, just behind the Chenghuang Temple in the north. The manpower is properly arranged. Will we break them? This stronghold?"

Wang Lin shook his head slowly: "Xiao Yi, these dogs who are not as good as beasts deserve death, and none of them can be kept! They must be wiped out one by one, and all of them must be eradicated. But if they dare to blatantly preach in the city to amass money, they must have colluded with the Hangzhou government. Within two days, find out who is behind them..."

"Don't worry, my lord, I will never let anyone go. Those who were rescued...how should I deal with them?"

"These children probably won't live long, so they should be sent out of the city first to find a place to resettle them, but no matter what, as long as they can live for a day, let them live with dignity!"

……

The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is cold and gloomy. Before the morning fog clears, every household in Liulin Lane opens their doors, carries wooden buckets, and goes to the river to wash.

The door of Zhu's house opened gently, and Zhu Shuzhen walked out, carrying a large bag of things.

She walked out of Liulin Lane, went to a tailor shop at the entrance of Yanguan Lane to deliver the work of these female celebrities, got a few tens of pennies, and took back a bag of semi-finished products before returning home.

This is her only livelihood.

She was born in an official family, and her father was an official in western Zhejiang, and her family was well off.

But his father died of illness, and after his mother betrothed him to a small official in Hangzhou, he did not live for more than two years.

Although her husband is a petty official in Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture, he is not very promising, and he likes to play prostitutes and gamble for money.

Until one day this summer, when she accidentally went out and bumped into Qian Ziyi who came back drunk, her life completely changed.

Qian Ziyi only used 100 taels of silver to ask the little official to write a letter of reconciliation and leave her alone.

And then, Qian Ziyi repeatedly sent people to come as a matchmaker, and wanted to take her as a foreigner.

Unexpectedly, this weak but extremely stubborn Jiangnan woman, living in a shabby house and in a desperate situation, would not change her mind, and answered him with a few short words: I would rather die than be stubborn.

In fact, she was already mentally prepared to die.

However, Qian Ziyi has never used force, but has adopted the method of slow fire and slow cooking.

Zhu Shuzhen finally made an agreement with Qian Ziyi that if Qian could compose poems that moved her heart, she would promise it with her own body.

But excuses.

This led to the West Lake Poetry Club in Louwailou.

Originally, Qian Ziyi carefully organized such a game. As long as everyone cheered and the Pomeranian smiled happily, he thought that Zhu Shuzhen might resign to his fate.

As a result... a Han Ting came out halfway!

Qian Ziyi originally thought that a foreigner could come up with any good poems, but it was nothing more than making a fool of himself to contrast his "stand out from the crowd".

But the song "Falling Flowers", touching the fish in a que, and looking forward to spring in the West Lake instantly knocked him down to Huangquan Hell!

Zhu Shuzhen publicly expressed her preference.

How could Qian Ziyi not be angry, not angry!
Of course, Qian Ziyi didn't think that in this city of Hangzhou, who would dare and have the ability to snatch away the woman he was looking for!
Just as Zhu Shuzhen was about to enter the house, she suddenly saw the handsome young man who had just glimpsed outside the building yesterday in the morning light, standing there with a smile at the moment, his eyes were like bright stars, and his temperament was beyond dust.

Zhu Shuzhen was startled.

In fact, she just took advantage of Wang Lin yesterday as a public mockery of Qian Ziyi, she never thought that Wang Lin could really find Liulin Lane.

Wang Lin cupped his hands indifferently and said, "My lady."

Zhu Shuzhen smiled slightly: "Mr. Han?"

"I live next door in Yanguan Lane. I have admired Zhen Niang for a long time as the most talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, so I came here to visit you."

The corner of Zhu Shuzhen's elegant mouth curled up with a touch of alienation: "Don't dare. Mr. Han is a great talent in the world, and Shuzhen is a girl with a little knowledge of writing and ink."

Wang Lin chuckled: "The real lady is too modest. The real lady is famous, and she will be like thunder when she enters Hangzhou next time."

Zhu Shuzhen looked around with beautiful eyes, and said indifferently: "Even so, Shuzhen is an abandoned wife and lives alone at home, so I really can't invite my son in, so please come back."

Out of the corner of Wang Lin's eyes, Wang Lin had already noticed that there were many people in the streets and alleys staring at Zhu's family vaguely. Most likely, they were sent by Qian Ziyi, but he came prepared or intentionally, so how could he give up halfway.

"If it's really inconvenient for the lady's house, why don't you have a cup of tea with me at the adjacent Wanfu Building, and let me ask you a question or two?"

Zhu Shuzhen's face turned cold.

Although she admired Wang Lin's poetry skills, she also felt that his abrupt visit today was nothing more than a frivolous heart. In essence, he was no different from that Qian Ziyi.

"There is a difference between men and women. It is inconvenient for a slave to give and receive privately with the young master. I also ask the young master to retreat, so as not to cause disputes and troubles."

Zhu Shuzhen turned and walked in the door, and was about to close the door, but heard Wang Lin chanting: "The twelve rails of the dangerous building are singing, one railing is singing, and the other is sad; Wanjing enters the curtain and blows, and the general heart is full of sorrows; the window is open to listen to bananas at night." In the rain, a thousand sorrows are hidden in a single leaf."

Wang Lin said again: "I dare to say that I am the only person in the world who can understand the sorrow of parting in the words of a real lady and the resentment in my heart, and I will definitely not let the lady "vomit all the hatred in my heart, and turn it into every word of sorrow in my eyes." of."

Zhu Shuzhen's expression froze.

All of the above are written by her in the past one or two years because of her troubles. Unexpectedly, the person in front of her has read them through, and she can be regarded as a bosom friend.

Zhu Shuzhen looked deeply at Wang Lin, and suddenly stepped aside: "Young master... If you make friends with literature, Shuzhen will serve you a cup of tea and talk with you, but if you are like those muddy things, trying to humiliate Shuzhen, then please ask back."

"The real lady misunderstood. There is absolutely no sense of disrespect in our visit today."

Standing there far away, Yan Qing saw Wang Lin following Zhu Shuzhen into Zhu's house gracefully, and thought to herself: Your lord's martial arts are invincible in the world, and his literary talent is probably unique in the world, but his ability in both civil and martial arts is not as good as this one's ability to coax a woman!

The layout of Zhu Shuzhen's study is very elegant.

Wang Lin should be the No.1 cousin in her study.

Zhu Shuzhen lit the sandalwood, brewed tea, and sat next to Wang Lin on the table, which was covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Mr. Han's poetic talent is overflowing, which is only seen by Shuzhen. I don't know if you have new works when you come to Hangzhou?"

Zhu Shuzhen handed over a wolf hair.

Wang Lin smiled, knowing that this was a test.

It is estimated that in the eyes of this talented woman, it is nothing to occasionally have a flash of inspiration. Only when many poems are published and the level does not fall, can one be a real literary leader.

Wang Lin was not hypocritical, and wrote with a brush: "Meeting awakens the dream of Qiantang, and Wu Chen sings in the shadows. Relying on the pole to judge the flowers, recognizing the flag and selling the wine, he has experienced the miracle of singing. Blowing the fragrance and playing the green. It has the style of sloping willows and plum blossoms. Moonlight. Painting drums and red boats, the lake is full of spring water and broken bridges. At that time, there were so many handsome couples, the sky and the moon, and the people were separated by clouds. But they carried the smoke, and even recruited egrets. When they were drunk, they repaired the river and said goodbye. I remember this time. Folding willows and piercing fish, appreciating plum blossoms and urging snow. Such lakes and mountains, I can’t bear to teach people to say more.”

Zhu Shuzhen's eyes were shining brightly: "Young Master is indeed a great talent, and it seems that he is also an old customer of Qiantang."

Zhu Shuzhen recited silently, with mixed emotions in her heart, this que was very suitable for her, and she met her style, how could she know that Wang Lin chose it deliberately.

However, Zhu Shuzhen's complexion suddenly changed, she stood up abruptly, and said indifferently, "You are definitely not from the Han family in the capital. You impersonate yourself and come to the slave's house. What is your intention?"

(End of this chapter)