debt repayment

The guard with a knife pushed the door in, and saw the Pianpian handsome gentleman smiling, holding his young master's head in one hand, and pressing the man down into the vegetable bowl filled with spicy soup, and holding the golden knife with the handle out of the sheath in the other hand. The dagger was on his young master's neck.

"Go, call your master, the father who doesn't want this trash, it's Mr. Zhou Jizu, I only saw the person who said he wanted to see me," Song Huiming said with a cold gaze, "tell Mr. Zhou, 'Jianliang Anle' four A word. I want him to appear in two quarters."

"Jianliang Anle" was a gift from the emperor when Song Huiming left the palace to build a mansion, and all of them were expected by the emperor.That's why all courtiers know who is holding these four characters.

Under the protection of his father's generation, Young Master Zhou went to sea to eat and drink, and took a job in an idle yamen. In his fat-bodied mind, His Royal Highness Jian Wang, who had been separated from the center of power, would never disturb him.

Right now, there is a thin and cold blade on his neck, and he is seventy-sixth drunk no matter how drunk he is, with red rapeseed leaves hanging on his face, white and tender, oily and smooth, like a pig's head that has just been thrown into a cauldron by the cook, trembling Trembling and screaming: "Bold! Let go of me, since you know who my father and uncle are, how dare you treat me like this, don't you want to die! Aww!!!"

Song Huiming smiled and pressed his head deeply into the basin.A few big bubbles "gurgled" on the surface of the soup.

There was silence, the idiot barely moved, and he lifted the head out again.

The pig's head was choked to the point of tears, red soup poured from his mouth and nose, and he was in a panic.Looking at Song Huiming again, Mr. Mei Lang is still smiling, with no anger in his smiling brows.

The guards surrounded Song Huiming tremblingly, for fear that he would kill Young Master Zhou on the spot with a single stroke of a knife.Mr. Mei Lang's gaze swept across their faces lightly, and he came down like a thunderbolt. The guards were so frightened that they did not dare to act rashly.

Song Huiming sat on the table bored, and every time Young Master Zhou howled, he pressed his head in the soup basin a few times, and when Master Zhou Jizu hurried over, he saw that his poor nephew had been half-filled Red soup, the complexion is the same as the dishes, rolled his eyes, unable to distinguish between life and death for a while.

Behind him was Li Er, who didn't know the truth and looked surprised. Li Er saw that his master was so afraid of this man, and he didn't see the power of the patriarch of the family. Chop, chop, chop.

Zhou Jizu is handsome, decent, and likes to grow a beard. Now he ran up from the door of the pavilion, and his beard was messed up.But he didn't care about his appearance, when he saw that handsome young man who was full of extravagance, his breath was finally choked in his throat, and he just rolled his eyes, followed the young master Zhou to dream back to Duke Zhou.

"Duke Zhou is really punctual. If Duke Zhou comes half a step late, I will teach this disrespectful thing a lesson."

"His Royal Highness King Jian!" Zhou Jizu's face was red, and he knelt down immediately.

When everyone saw him kneeling, and heard the words "His Royal Highness King Jian", all of them changed color and knelt down on the ground.

"Your Highness, the family education is not strict, please Your Highness hand over the stupid nephew to the minister, and let the minister strictly control it!"

"You don't need to be too polite, Duke Zhou, please hurry up."

Song Huiming threw the pig's head aside, waved to the kneeling guards and said, "Go down, and take your young master away with you. Since the rightful lord has come, this king will meet Duke Zhou."

Everyone hurriedly took Young Master Zhou to retreat.

"Duke Zhou, please take your seat."

Song Huiming sat on the chairman's seat, picked up the bowls and chopsticks very naturally, took a sip of the Linglong sour fish soup, and then beamed with joy, full of praise for the fish.

"I don't come to Lanfang Pavilion on weekdays. I don't know that his chef's skills are as good as those of the famous restaurants in the capital. I think Duke Zhou is always busy with business and doesn't have leisure time to visit Yanliu Alley. It's a rare opportunity. Why don't you try the delicacies of this brothel."

"Yes, yes, as long as His Highness likes this dish."

Zhou Jizu smiled, sweat pouring down his back.

He knew about King Jian's entry into the Household Department, but due to the recent plague, many officials in each household and department have been recuperating from illness, and the Household Department is also quite a few. When Li Er came back yesterday, he only mentioned that the newly appointed fifth-rank official was a bad A talkative and upright official, he thought to himself that King Jian would look down on mere fifth-rank officials, and he didn't take this Bao Langjun seriously, so he ordered him to "invite" him to come out for a while. Syria.Unexpectedly, it was not only Li Er who was lame, but Zhou Xiaosan was an idiot who failed to accomplish anything and failed.

What kind of virtue is his nephew? He knows in his heart that Zhou Xiaosan is just a waste of fat that can only be fried in a frying pan. He lives under the protection of his parents. He could rely on the prestige and power of the Zhou Mansion to do it well, but this time he hit a hard stubble, and he didn't know it when he was about to die.

Furthermore, His Royal Highness King Jian did not lose his temper so easily, but made his nephew like this. It must be his nephew's vulgar remarks and arrogance that angered him.

Zhou Jizu thought so far, wishing he could personally kill the pig's head to worship the ancestor.

It's not good to provoke anyone, but this ancestor!

They wanted to repeat the old tricks, taking advantage of small officials and officials, intimidating, luring and offering favors, so that these people could be used for themselves, but this time, it was the big enemies who took advantage of them.King Jian has the ability to compete with the prince, and Queen Guo is his sister-in-law. The Zhou family supports, of course, Song Hui'an.

The more Zhou Jizu thought about it, the more frightened he became, but after all, he was an old fox who had been immersed in court for many years, and he still maintained an elegant smile.

Song Huiming kept his composure: "It is inevitable for a wealthy family to produce a vertical son. If the family has a big business and has three branches, it is inevitable that it will teach something that will not stand on the table. This thing has collided with this king, and this king can't let it go because of his affection. This matter is attributed to Duke Zhou. As for Duke Zhou’s private banquet for small officials, there is no need to spend a lot of trouble. Duke Zhou is well-known, and the world knows it. Occasionally, there are small things. It’s good for all our households and departments to take good care of each other and take care of each other.”

He lightly ignored the matter of Zhou Mansion's lure and seduction of officials for personal gain.

King Jian is here to warn the state government not to break ground on Tai Sui's head, if he gets upset, this "feat banquet official" will become a party for personal gain and disrupt public affairs.

This is not a big deal, all the adults will use their power to seek some benefits for their own sake, but the emperor has always turned a blind eye to everything that is done kindly, but if there is a handle, if it falls into the hands of the enemy, you will have to worry about it.

King Jian is not very old, but he is proficient in eating people.

Zhou Jizu only felt that there was a tiger with a smiling face squatting in front of him, with a knife hidden in his smile.

Song Huiming said again: "Duke Zhou's mansion has a lot of things going on, he cares about his servants, and he is eager to change households for his servants, so he can't afford to miss a few chapters. It's not a big deal. Even if he stabs his father, he won't say anything. This small matter, the King's Gang will help, Duke Zhou can rest assured. It's getting late, and the King has to go back to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the rest of the wine, Duke Zhou can do it himself."

Zhou Jizu got up and saw him off: "Your Highness, please go."

Song Huiming left Lanfang Pavilion.That Li Er huddled behind a group of guards, shaking like a shrimp in a pot.

It is no small matter to recruit officials of the household department to secretly repair household registration and deceive superiors and inferiors. Zhou Jizu must have hidden secrets when he went out in person.

Nine days later, late at night.Twenty miles to the east outside the capital, there is a small mountain. In the past, there were monks who became immortals here, so it was named Dengshen Mountain.

Unlike the heavily guarded Taoist temples in the imperial palace, Zhang Tianshui has always been quiet. Except for the years when he taught Song Huiming, he almost always lived in the small Taoist temple on Dengshen Mountain when he was on leave.

The mountain road is rugged, and Song Huiming rode up the mountain. The view of Tianshui is said to be a Taoist temple, but it is better to say that it is an earth embryo house that is about to collapse.

He dismounted and pushed open the crumbling door. The moonlight leaked from the hole in the beam, just covering Tianshui who was meditating in the middle of the room.

There was also a clay pot in front of Tian Shui.

Song Huiming stepped forward and called softly, "Master Immortal."

Tian Shui slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Your Highness, you are still here."

"Immortal Master, the disciple came here today for the matter of Miss Zhou Mansion. I wonder if the Immortal Master has found out anything?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, the poor are ready for Miss Zhou's affairs."

He pointed to the clay pot beside him.

"Here she is."

Tian Shui smiled, and took out a sandalwood box half the size of a palm from his sleeve: "Does Your Highness recognize this?"

"Recognized, this is the truth-seeking incense in Taoist temples." A little bit of this incense can distinguish the authenticity from the false. If what you see is false, the white smoke will turn into gray smoke.This object has always been used in the interrogation of people in the immortal sect, in order to prevent monks from falsifying objects or memories. Song Huiming has been with Tianshui for several years, so he naturally recognizes this object.

Tian Shui said: "That's right, I want Zhenxiang to testify, I just want to tell His Highness that what His Highness sees next is true."

"Master Immortal, how do you say this?"

"Your Highness wants to know the reason, just hold Pindao's hand. Let Pindao take His Highness to see Miss Zhou's memory."

Tianshui smiled lightly, and held Song Huiming's hand.

When he was a child in a Taoist temple, Tianshui also took him by the hand and walked through the gloomy place in the palace on the pretext of exorcising evil for him, so Song Huiming didn't feel uncomfortable.

The skin on his hands was like a spring of ice that could be plunged into. As soon as Song Huiming's fingers touched him, he felt his soul suddenly pass through a mist and come to a quiet place.

Under the eaves, the raindrops are dripping on the wet ground, on the green leaves that are about to drip, and on the chaotic red scattered into the dust and mud.

He leaned against the beauty railing alone, looking at the water under the pavilion.

No, it's her.

A slender and weak girl was reflected in the rippling water.

He was looking at Miss Zhou's past with her eyes.

The girl exhaled like blue, and when she saw the continuous rain, green, fat, red and thin, she sighed softly.

Melancholy, like a thick and difficult cloud of sorrow, condenses in my heart.

There is no second person in the pavilion.The pavilion is surrounded by high walls on three sides, and only sparrows can fly into this small courtyard.

Miss Zhou murmured a few ancient words, Shi Shi ran away from the beauty fence, turned around the corridor, and returned to the house.

It turns out that the house is not very big, only a few closed corridors lead to the deep boudoir with small courtyards. Compared with the courtyard with the sound of rain and wind, this place is more claustrophobic and quiet.

Like the grave of the living dead.