The First Yamen of the Great Song Dynasty

Everyone didn't dare to be negligent, some went out to the kitchen to order a big meal, and some served cakes directly from the table.

Gao Lian checked that his son was fine, so he felt relieved, "What happened?"

Gao Ming was about to open his mouth while eating the pastry, but the old man next to him thought about it for him, fearing to delay his eating, looked at Hua Rong and said, "The Yamen is frightened right now, I'm afraid I can't tell the whole story. This is the person who brought the Yamen back. Yes, Taiwei might as well listen to him."

Gao Li noticed Hua Rong when he entered the door, but he had no time to ask, he aimed at Hua Rong, "Who are you?"

He doesn't recognize Hua Rong, which is normal, but it's strange to know him.

How could a Taiwei know the little martial arts student of Guozijian?

"The student is studying martial arts at Guozi Supervisor, and his name is Hua Rong. When he came home from practice today, he saw Ya Nei being chased and killed by a big monk. He rescued Ya Nei and brought him back."

Gao Ming immediately swallowed the pastry, "Yes, he saved me, cough, cough!" He swallowed too quickly and choked.

"Don't talk yet!" Gao Qiu hurriedly ordered the servant girl, "Pour tea for the yamen!"

Gao Qiu looked at Hua Rong, and it turned out that he was the one who was imprisoned by him a few days ago.

However, Gao Lian had experienced strong winds and waves, and said calmly: "Who is the great monk?"

Hua Rong truthfully said: "It should be from Daxiangguo Temple and Lu Zhishen."

The old man suddenly realized: "This monk is Lin Chong's friend!" He leaned into Gao Qiu's ear and whispered: "Lu Yuhou said that the people who went to kill Lin Chong came back and returned to their lives, saying that he was rescued by the great monk. It should be this person."

Gao Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "Since we know that there is such a person, why don't we go and arrest him, and let him seek revenge now, almost harming the Yamen! Can you afford it?"

The old man knew his mistake, stepped aside, and stopped talking.

Gao Qiu said to Hua Rong: "I've kept everything today in mind, I won't lose you in the future, it's getting late, you should go back first."

Gao Ming thought to himself, now the grievances between Gao Qiu and Hua Rong should be written off.

How many people struggled to get the Taiwei to take another look, but Hua Rong was praised, and there was no look of joy on his face, he just said politely: "Students leave." Resign.

"Then I'll see you off." Gao Ming was about to go to the ground, but his father held him down and ordered the old man to take care of him, "You send someone to send him out of the house."

Hua Rong looked at Gao Ming with a refusal look in his eyes, "I will send you off without trouble, please rest well."

Ya Nei didn't have a good rest, and others should not think about it, so Gao Ming didn't insist any more, and when Hua Rong left, he explained what happened in detail while eating. Among them, Lu Qian, who didn't help This aroused Gao Qiu's anger, and he ordered, "Go and catch Lu Qian, don't let him escape!"

Although at the last moment, Lu Qian yelled for Gao Ming to run away.

But this does not offset his guilt.

In Gao Qiu's eyes, Lu Qian should bite his tongue and commit suicide instead of leading Lu Zhishen to his son in fear of death.

The Taiwei wanted to arrest someone, but Lu Qian was caught before dawn no matter where he fled.

Gao Qiu was also unambiguous, and ordered angrily, "Tell the governor of the Kaifeng government to send Lu Qian to Cangzhou, and to be with the friend who is in the army! Also, go all out to arrest Lu Zhishen!"

Gao Ming was stunned when he heard that, the so-called garrison Lin Chong refers to Lin Chong.

A guy like Lu Qian who was a seller and begging for glory was sent to Lin Chong. Considering Lin Chong's force value, Lu Qian should burn some paper for himself in advance.

-

Gao Lian was cruel to others, but he was considerate to Gao Ming. He visited him several times the next day and cared for him.

Gao Ming is fine at all, but the doctor said he needs to rest for a few days, so he should follow the doctor's advice to rest.

When he was lying in bed, Murong Yanze came to visit him and brought good news, "The registration is in full swing, the Cuju competition must be lively."

Gao Ming made a heart-shaking gesture, "At last there is some good news, to make up for the fright I received."

Murong Yanze frowned, "Seriously, what did you do to make even a monk chase you down?"

Gao Ming didn't bother to explain, "He just found the wrong person!" He immediately changed the topic, and stretched out his hand, "Did you bring the registration book? Let me see."

"Bring it, you have ordered, how dare I refuse." Murong Yanze said half-jokingly, and handed over the roster.

Gao Ming flipped through it briefly, and saw the name of Hebei Yanqing at a glance, showing a satisfied smile.

Murong Yanze took the roster, "What are you looking at, is there any man on this roster who has a good wife?"

Gao Ming said: "Okay, since you grabbed my black spot and kept bringing it up, just wait, when I find out about your embarrassment, you will be finished."

Murong Yanze was very frank, "You can come anyway, no matter how much you tease me, I won't take it to heart. I'm just wondering who are you eyeing on the roster?"

"Let me tell you frankly, this person is called Yan Qing, he plays a good kick and looks very good. With him around, he can attract a lot of spectators."

Murong Yanze thought of the actor, "See what you mean, are you trying to make him a famous actor?"

"That's what it means!"

Murong Yanze smiled and said, "I'd like to see if he is a high-class person as you described. I'm already looking forward to seeing him."

"He is the servant of Lu Junyi, the richest man in Hebei Daming Mansion. His master is very rich. He is also well-informed and very smart."

Murong Yanze sat down on the edge of Gao Ming's bed, "Lu Junyi? I've never heard of this person, so it can be seen that there is no backer in the court."

"You haven't heard of it, how do you know he has no backer?"

"Think about it, since he is the richest man in the Daming Mansion and has a lot of money, if he really has a backer, he has already made friends with other distinguished guests in Tokyo Mansion through his backer relationship. As long as he is a bit famous in Tokyo, I have never heard of him He is rich but not famous, so he has no backer and no one to introduce him."

Gao Ming said stiffly, "Maybe he keeps a low profile?"

"Do you believe it? You have money but no backer. It's just fish on someone else's chopping board. Doesn't he know? It can be seen that you really don't have a backer." Murong Yanze said.

Gao Ming took a basic course in black studies with Murong Yanze.

He had to say that Murong Yanze's analysis was right, Lu Junyi had no backing, so he was beaten to death by the officials of the Daming Mansion, and Liang Shan took the opportunity to make money on the mountain.

He rolled his eyes, smiled at Murong Yanze, and said, "If we do well in this cuju fancy competition, then we will also hold a formal cuju competition. As for the funds... I think this Lu Yuanwai may be able to sponsor one or two."

"This one child hasn't grown up yet, and you are trying to raise another one? Let's feed this one first and then talk about it."

"Don't let people have a little longing." Gao Ming muttered.

-

A few days before the opening of the competition, there were young men in the streets and alleys holding gongs and drums to create momentum, knocking and shouting: "Good news, good news, the Cuju Baida competition has opened. The venue is: July [-]th in the open area of ​​Juzaohu Hutong, Hebei. Competitors from China, Shandong, and all walks of life gather together to compete and compete, which is a rare event in a century. There will also be a song, dance and sumo performance."

After a few days of warming up, it was the opening day in a blink of an eye.

There was a sea of ​​people, people couldn't stand on the street outside the open space, they all stood on the trees.

The trees around the clearing were full of people, both young and old.

Even the crowd density is too high, even the air is not fresh.

"Please invite the contestants to enter the arena." With the voice of the "host".

From behind the pergola built by the organizer, neatly dressed Cuju players came out in line, and walked around the field holding flags with their names printed on them.

At this time, on a tree full of people hanging outside the field, someone looked over and said, "I can't see the appearance of the racer clearly."

"You can see it clearly when you sit in the venue." Another man next to him said, he was sitting on a tree branch, he didn't need to support things with both hands, and his legs were still dangling leisurely, as if he was sitting on flat ground.

He is thin and small, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are quite bright, and he has been paying attention to the situation in the field.

There were also many people sitting in the venue. Everyone sat on the stepped seats, and even the last row did not block the line of sight, so they could see clearly.

There is a shaded pergola above the head, which is much more comfortable than the trees.

"Sit in the venue, the starting price is [-] renminbi, and the front row costs [-] renminbi. Whoever has the spare money, just take a look here." People around said, "Besides, tickets are hard to buy."

"That's right, the view here is very good, why spend a lot of money to enter the venue, and have to queue up to buy tickets."

While everyone was talking about it, the thin man who had just talked to him disappeared at some point.

After a while, the people on the tree felt a little exhausted and their mouths were dry.

"Fortunately, I was prepared and brought good wine." A man said while looking down at the wine bag hanging on his waist.

What surprised him happened, the wine bag disappeared at some point.

"Who, who stole my wine?"

"Whoever stole your wine, don't shout, watch the ball well, get down from the tree if you don't watch, this place is crowded to death." The people around shouted.

At this time, Shi Qian, who was walking leisurely in the street, unscrewed the wine bag that had just come along and took a sip, and passed by a person holding a ticket, and in the blink of an eye, the ticket was in his hand.

Leaving that person standing there staring at the empty hands dumbfounded, not knowing what happened, Shi Qian swaggered towards the arena.