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Jincheng, Jiangyang County, Yizhou.

March is a good time for flowers to bloom and wild cats to call spring.People who have been cats all winter have entered the restaurants and teahouses, sipping fresh spring tea while sipping the fresh gossip from the capital, and the alleys and alleys that have been frozen for several months finally come alive.

In the 19th year of Zhenyuan, Emperor Xialing died, and the eunuch group headed by Zhongchang Attendant Qin Chao supported the six-year-old crown prince to ascend the throne. I can no longer feel the depression of half a penny.

Yizhou is located in the southwest, and the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Everyone only recognizes the state shepherd but not the emperor. It doesn’t matter who the person sitting on the dragon chair in the palace changes. It doesn’t matter to the people of Yizhou. talking material.Old people often say that if it hadn’t been for the event that shocked Kyushu when the Jingzhou Ling’s family happened back then, knocking mountains and shaking tigers, and making many high-ranking people take their thoughts, maybe Yizhou would have become a country on its own by now. shit?

There is no imperial court from top to bottom, and the result is that even during the national mourning, the Yingying Yanyans in Jincheng are not idle, and the spirit of every inch of time and every inch of gold is brought to the extreme.No, the Changchunfang dancer took advantage of the national mourning period to rehearse a new dance, the news spread all over the city a few days ago, the dance started at noon today, and there is still more than an hour, the dance hall is already full of seats.

The spectators all gathered men, ranging from shabby dandies to peddlers, eating melon seeds and sipping tea, chatting with each other.

At this moment, a commotion broke out outside the gate of the dance workshop, a group of people came in, surrounded by a young man who was not as good as a weak crown, wearing a blue satin suit, and went directly into the box on the second floor without taking a closer look at his appearance .The maids and boys in the dance workshop kept on serving, coming in and out with delicious food and wine, making the stairs thump loudly.

"Who is that? There is such a pomp?"

"You don't even know him! He is from another place, right? Boss Feng of Jinxiu Building! The most beautiful man in Jincheng, Feng Wuge!"

"Oh, I thought it was some kind of character, but it's just a low-level person who makes clothes for people."

"Don't say that, Boss Feng is not an ordinary cloth shop owner. The silk and satin in his Jinxiu Building can be directly supplied to the palace! Even those empresses and princesses are very fond of them!"

"Hehe, what boss Feng, isn't he just a butt seller!"

Among the crowd's admiration, this cold sneer was particularly harsh, not to mention the shocking content of the speech, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Huh? How do you say that?" The outsider who didn't understand the market suddenly became interested.Who doesn't like to hear gossip, especially the crap in the pants?

The person who broke the news was dressed in bunts, tall and thin, with an old-fashioned face. He looked like a rough man who could punch and kick. Seeing that the eyes of the people around him were all focused on him, he smiled smugly.

"A man looks as thin and tender as a woman, and he can't carry embroidery on his shoulders. What good things do you think can happen? If it weren't for serving the Jingzhou governor so well, and someone above him taking care of him, he would be able to pounce. Have so much fun?"

Young Master Jingzhou Assassin?Everyone was a little surprised.Since the Southern Rebellion, the imperial court sent Jiuqing to the localities to set up state shepherds, and the assassins from various places were called back to the court one after another. It's the legendary Jingzhou Inspector father and son, that's not easy to get along with.Feng Wuge can get in touch with this kind of person, no wonder he can get along well in Jincheng.

At this time, some people couldn't listen anymore, and stood up to defend Feng Wuge: "Boss Feng has a very good friendship with many high-ranking officials, maybe it's not what you said?"

"C'mon, believe it or not." The man in the bunt rolled his eyes, sipped half a cup of tea unhurriedly, and continued: "Actually, it's not just the assassination of the young master alone. I'm afraid that the entire Jingyi and Yizhou states, Most of the people who have heard of Boss Feng's fame have had their hands. Small businessmen who sell cloth, don't they have to take care of every gate? Like Boss Feng's "capital", they can't "give alms". ?”

The words became even more unbearable, and the man's voice was already very loud. At this moment, most people in the hall were listening to him, and it was very quiet. In this way, the people in the second-floor box would probably hear the discussion.

The essence of discussing people behind the scenes lies in the "behind". If the master hears it, not only will the fun be discounted, but it will also easily cause trouble. Just when the sound of silk and bamboo is heard, the singing and dancing over there began, so no one answered the conversation, and everyone dispersed I went to see the beauty dancing.

Feng Wuge's Fengyue deeds did not spark heated discussions. The man in the bunt seemed to be quite regretful. He watched the song and dance lewdly, as if he hadn't noticed at all. Several people were winking at each other during the banquet, and said unkindly Stare at him.

As everyone expected, the atmosphere in the box on the second floor was very strange.

All the people in the room, the muscles on their faces were either twisted or tense, and they all dared not breathe.Only one person looked normal, calm and patient, humming a ditty, and feeding the starlings on the corridor with peanuts between chopsticks.

This person is none other than the true owner who has just been gossiped about, the owner of Jinxiu Building, Feng Wuge.

"Master Feng, don't get angry because of this kind of bedbug. I'll ask my subordinates to cut off that person's tongue in a while to relieve your anger."

"That's right, it's not worth it to let this kind of short-sighted thing ruin your mood!"

Now anyone who has been on the Jing-Yi State Road knows that Boss Feng of Jinxiu Tower hates people gossiping about his appearance.But to be fair, I can't blame other people for making irresponsible remarks. Who made this guy look so...so thought-provoking?

It is said that when Feng Wuge was young, his family disguised him as a girl and sold him to the Xiu Zhuang. Even the sharp-eyed people didn't even realize that he was a male.The proprietress of the embroidered village raised him as a little embroidered mother for a few months before she found out that she was a good one.

Several brothers who have been hanging out together for many years, until now, no one is willing to look directly at Feng Wuge's indisputable face.I didn't want to before because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control my lower body, but now I don't want to because I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my lower body.

Maybe in a few more years, when Feng Wuge grows longer and has a man's angular figure, it will be better...

Everyone is eagerly looking forward to it.

Ling Xun was feeding the starlings, listening to a few rough guys chirping at the base of their ears, and finally got bored. He yawned lazily, changed his position to feed the birds, and said with a smile: "You guys are worrying too much, isn't Feng Mou?" So let’s ignore people who have no temper, let’s continue talking about business.”

Isn't Feng Wuge a man without tolerance?

Ha ha!What a joke!

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, all sweating for the talkative person just now.

"Then...the agreed batch of goods..." Someone tentatively continued the topic that was interrupted just now.

"Don't worry, we've been friends for so many years, so naturally we don't have anything to say. But recently, the rumors have been tight, and it's not easy for brothers to go through life and death. Every time they sell goods, they have their heads tied to their belts..." Ling Xun thought a little bit Pointing to the ground and glanced at the crowd, the slightly raised eyes were outlined in ink, whitewashing a period of preoccupied wit into an elegant song.

The others were also very kind, rushing to say: "That's no problem, as long as the goods can be delivered, the price can be negotiated!"

"Success, the old rules, the route and method of taking the goods are all according to what I said, and your people can't interfere."

"No problem, with Lord Feng as the guarantee, the buyers below can rest assured! Come on, let's make a fortune together, let's give Lord Feng a cup first!"

Ling Xun nodded in satisfaction, he just likes to do business with happy people.As soon as he was happy in his heart, there was a smile in Taohua's eyes.The sun just after noon came in through the window, making those smiling eyes blurred. For some reason, the mynah being fed suddenly felt blessed, flapped its wings and opened its beak and screamed loudly.

"Little slut, give me some fun! Give me some fun!"

The hand holding the peanuts froze slightly.

The originally heated atmosphere froze again, and everyone in the private room collectively mourned for the mynah, guessing that Jinxiulou's main course was ready for tonight.

By the time the singing and dancing ended, it was almost dusk.

The guests at Changchunfang dispersed one after another. The man in bunt lifted his trousers, picked his teeth, wandered down the street in boredom, and then turned into an alley. Suddenly, someone put a sack on his head, tied it up in twos and threw it away. Get into a broken donkey cart.

"Hey, you bastard who doesn't have eyes, let go of your grandpa!"

The man writhed in the carriage, swearing furiously in a sack, and was kicked all over the face before he became more honest.When the carriage finally stopped, someone pulled him out again and threw him on the ground.

"I am your ancestor! If you have the ability to let me know which onion you are in person, what is the black hand blindfolded! Curse whether you have children..."

The man had regained his energy in the car, and was about to reappear in his glory at this time. He was scolding vigorously when the sack on his head was suddenly ripped off.He opened his mouth halfway, no matter who was pulling his sack, he was about to spit at him, but he only opened his mouth halfway, looking at the face with red lips and white teeth in front of him, his eyes widened, thinking that he saw Painted Skin Ghost.

"Oh, boy, you are the one talking nonsense in Changchunfang today..."

Painted Skin Ghost smiled, and patted the man's face lightly. His cold hands touched the man's face. He looked slender and fair, but only the man who was tied up had his pupils shrunk.

Because he felt that the person in front of him had a callus in his hand, and that position...was clearly obtained by practicing with a knife all year round.

The author has something to say: This article is the old pit of peaches, but it is actually one of the trilogy of the Mandarin Duck Pillow series. It's a completely independent plot, and it doesn't matter if you haven't seen the other two.