I'm really not the carpenter emperor

"Seconds! That's wonderful!"

"The skill of Cha Jiaban can be said to be the best in Fengyang. His voice and emotion are so strong that he lingers around for three days, and the lingering sound is endless!"

The woman who played the character in the play got up from the stage, and looked at the man vigorously with her big watery eyes, not knowing what to say to thank him.

Before she could make a sound, she saw the big guy shake his hand and just left.

"What a weirdo..."

The Chajia class here is very lively, and the Yueming Tower over there is also good, but it seems that it is the difference between the upper class and the lower class.

All the people here are rich in knowledge, romantic and elegant, with unique talents.

Walking from a distance came two rough men, young and strong, with baskets on their backs. They were obviously here to arrange the New Year's goods. After all, it was the end of the second year of Tianqi, so they had to prepare in advance.

The two wandered back and forth in the night market outside Yueming Building, first went to the salted fish farm to buy some salted fish, and then wandered around the fireworks shed for a long time, buying a few here and a few there.

In the end, the two of them happily stopped outside Yueming Building.

They looked inside and found many brightly dressed women singing and dancing, as well as a scholar in green clothes who was holding a folding fan and reciting poems and composing Fu, showing envious eyes.

The wind, flowers, snow and moon in Yueming Building are separated from them by a door, but they seem to be two completely different worlds. One person sighed and said:

"Let's go, go to Chajialou, order a pot of wine, and have a show."

The other person obviously disagreed, and forced this person to leave, and wanted to enter Yueming Tower to have a look. Before the two of them could enter, they were stopped by the servant who had been staring at them for a long time.

"What are you doing! Where are you going!"

"This Yueming Building is also a place you can enter?...There are no New Year's goods you want to buy here, go outside!"

The two were stunned, their black eyes flashed, and one of them jumped and said:

"Why, are you not allowed to enter?"

Another guy came over, chatted with the guy at the door, then stepped forward and patted one of the guys on the shoulder, pointing inside:

"look."

"The people inside are either wealthy sons, dignitaries, and those who write poems and talk and laugh. They are all famous and famous. You can't afford to mess with any of them."

"Listen to my advice, go to Chajialou and listen to the opera."

The atmosphere of Douwen in Yueming Building was very lively, no one noticed the two rough men with baskets on their backs who were stopped at the door with awkward expressions.

The sound of light footsteps was getting closer, and a young man in white plain clothes with a sword hanging from his waist stopped behind the three of them.

The young man saw a handsome and well-embroidered young man standing in front of him, he hurriedly left the two rough men behind and trotted forward.

The young master who was welcomed into the door walked calmly, followed by three strong men with big arms and round waists. He was the young master of a rich family at first sight.

The boy didn't dare to ask more questions, he just nodded and bowed and sent him in. After all, when the emperor came to Zhongdu, all the people who couldn't afford to be offended followed.

The young man walked a few steps, but suddenly turned around and said to him:

"All the expenses of these two people in Yueming Tower, I... I invite."

Yu Luo, a man following behind threw out a silver ingot, and then quickly followed him up to the second floor. The servant held the silver ingot in his hand, feeling strange in his heart.

These days, there are really all kinds of weirdos.

How much money do you have?

……

In an elegant room on the second floor of Yueming Building, several well-dressed and flustered dignitaries gathered, including the prefect of Fengyang, the prefect of Suzhou, and the governor of Fengyang.

There are first-class dim sum on the table, a cage of small crystal buns, a plate of crispy dumplings with minced chicken and shrimp, and a plate of sesame seed biscuits with yellow sides on both sides.

"Why did Your Majesty come to Fengyang?"

The person who spoke was a man with a goatee and at least 40 years old. He was the prefect Yan Rongxuan, the local parental officer in Fengyang.

"Who knows, a few days ago, the situation in Beijing was turbulent, and many adults were afraid to report to the outside world. The emperor stayed in Fengyang, probably related to the disaster in Suzhou last time."

Chen Kangwei, the prefect of Suzhou, also snorted coldly after finishing speaking:

Zhou Yi, the governor of Fengyang and other places, has the highest rank here. He wanted to say a few words, but seeing that the two of them seemed to be in a bad mood, he didn't say anything.

The more lively downstairs was, the worse their mood became.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Rongxuan slapped the table.

"Call someone in!"

The boy naturally knew that the people in this private room were all local snakes in Fengyang. Compared with the snakes, Qianglong was the most feared one.

There is truth in the old saying that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.

No matter how strong the emperor and his party are, they will hold a sacrificial ceremony in Fengyang for a few days, and when they leave, these few people in Fengyang will have the final say.

"Shut them up!"

Yan Rongxuan himself was irritable, and he didn't allow others to laugh. The voice below made him even more troubled.

"This... is not good!"

The boy was a little embarrassed.

Although the few inside are all local masters, but now that the emperor is coming to Beijing, who knows if there are any dignitaries down there who came to Fengyang.

These people, I can't afford to offend any of them!

"roll roll roll!"

Yan Rongxuan was also flustered for a while, and he regretted it after he finished speaking, the boy was in a dilemma, so he hurried down the donkey, and after sending the boy out, he said:

"Everyone, let's talk about it, what should His Majesty do when he arrives in Fengyang today?"

"Come up with an idea, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope for embezzling the 18 taels of silver in Suzhou!"

"What can I do?"

Chen Kangwei, governor of Suzhou, gave him a blank look, and said:

"Suzhou is under my management. If you want to investigate, I will be the first one to investigate. If something goes wrong, I will take care of it. Why do Yan Futai worry about it?"

"Are you...?" Yan Rongxuan sneered:

"Can you handle it? Even Governor Zhou can't handle it!"

Zhou Yi heard the words and sighed:

"The emperor's visit to Fengyang should only be to worship the imperial mausoleum. Those eunuchs should be worried, not us. These people are in Fengyang, and they do all kinds of evil. We have nothing to worry about."

Having said that, he looked at Chen Kangwei and said:

"As for the disaster relief money in Suzhou, we have to order it to go on and unify the caliber. The emperor's tomb is guarding Liu Chao, and Meng Ran, the commander of Fengyang Guard, is working hand in hand."

"We didn't take the money, maybe it went to them."

Saying that, Zhou Yi stood up, went to the window, looked at Fengyang City, which was still brightly lit and crowded in the middle of the night, and said:

"At this time, everyone, don't hide it."

"Master Liu, Master Zhao, and Master Zhou are all big local households. They also have a share in the money matters. Let them be involved as well to prevent problems before they happen!"

"Look, look!" Yan Rongxuan shouted:

"Governor Zhou has to be the one to step in, otherwise he will only be smeared and waiting to die!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yi, who was standing by the window, frowned, pointing forward as if facing an enemy, and said:

"Over there, what's the mess?"

Chapter 269 Keep dancing and singing!

Yes, there is chaos in Fengyang City.

A group of dark people, from far to near, all the people along the way gave way to the Yueming Tower.

Several local masters in the private room on the second floor gathered by the window eaves, no one thought of this matter to themselves, they all pretended to be watching a show.

Yan Rongxuan, the magistrate of Fengyang, noticed that this group of people had arrived at the city and was controlling the people. He glanced at their clothes, and said with a smile:

"Look at the situation, the person who came here must be the person who brought the sentence to the prison."

Suzhou Governor Chen Kangwei nodded:

"It's just that I don't know who is going to arrest this time. The jailer will launch such a big battle. This is the first time in the two years of Tianqi."

These few were so relieved, but Zhou Yi, the governor of Fengyang and other places, frowned into the word "Chuan". He felt more and more that this group of people came for him.

However, without any evidence, how could the jailer arrest people casually?

As soon as they entered the door, this group of murderous official servants made the guests of Yueming Tower lose their joy, and frightened all the singers and dancers in the building.

Someone stood up and said displeasedly:

"Hey, isn't this the person who is the jailer, come to Yueming Building to arrest people?"

The first two officials, one fat and one thin, were wearing formal government uniforms, with a waist knife pinned to their waists. They could tell the identity of the questioner at a glance. The skinny man clasped his fists and said:

"Young Master Liu!"

"We really shouldn't have disturbed your mood."

Mr. Liu sneered, the situation of the official sentry scared the dancer on his lap to stand up and shrank with her dancer, which made Mr. Liu feel that he had slapped his face even more.

"Here... continue to play the music, continue to dance!" The skinny official sat down next to Mr. Liu, waved to the other officials as if nothing had happened:

"Brothers, these girls dancing on the stage are such wonderful people!"

"Next, Mr. Liu will choose someone who is a performer but not a person. Let's go to the private room to do things on our own? Don't let us disturb this interest!"

"Hahaha……"

The fat official laughed a few times, and said: "Oh! How well you dance, these beauties are ordinary, but they don't even look at us!"

Sitting opposite Mr. Liu, the thin man snorted a few times, staring at him like prey: "This time, I've had enough fun!"

The fat man slapped the table, and said: "Mr. Liu, you are willing to show off, we are not in a hurry to get people, tell them to continue dancing and singing!"

"Too presumptuous!"

Mr. Liu got up suddenly, and the fat man took a few steps back in fright.

"If you want to arrest people, you should arrest them quickly. After you arrest them, hurry up and get the hell out of me. A bunch of miscellaneous goods for the court are still showing off their power here!"

"This is what you taught us on weekdays..." The skinny official said with an innocent face, "Why, are you pretending now?"

"Would you like to go back and call Master Liu, and then have a fight with our jailer?"

"Son..."

Mr. Liu was furious and was about to explode when his servant stopped him and whispered to him:

"There are many dignitaries and dignitaries in Yueming Tower, and the jailer doesn't dare to fart at all. As soon as His Majesty arrived in Fengyang, they sent so many people here to arrest people."

"Could it be that there are some big figures behind the scenes...?"

Hearing this, Mr. Liu broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly let go of the idea of ​​continuing to be in the limelight. Compared with face, wealth and life are more important.

"Oh, at least let's finish watching this song and dance!"

The thin man let Mr. Liu go, turned his head and ran to the singers and dancers who were afraid on the stage, and the old bustard hurried over to smooth things over.

"Officer, how dare they sing with such a great power!"

"Why don't you hurry up tomorrow, and I'll ask them to sing a special song for you at the jailer?"

The old bustard was smiling, and the thin man was also smiling at her, not wanting to be the official servant with a playful smile at the last moment, so he turned around and gave her a big mouth.

"Where is that place, Prisoner?"

"If all the singers and dancers go in, are they still the court's judicial office?"

"roll!"

The skinny official slapped the old bust aside, looked coldly at the stage, and said:

"Keep singing, keep dancing!"

There is no way, I am afraid, and I have to continue.

It's just that the current singing and dancing are not as romantic as before. Except for Mr. Liu just now, no one is stunned among the dignitaries present.