[Comprehensive martial arts] The Central Plains is too scary

When they arrived in Qingzhou, it was raining in Qingzhou.

The torrential rain was pouring, crackling against the carport.

Lu Tage was covered with a white robe, and slept warmly in a corner of the carriage. He slept so dimly that he didn't even respond when the carriage stopped.

Gu Xichao pushed him, woke up the Western Regions man, and waited for him to wrap up his robe.A pair of eyes regained their clarity from the mist before opening the car door.

A gust of cold wind blew in suddenly.

The driver is thoughtful, and bought an umbrella when the sky was overcast earlier, and now it just comes in handy.

It doesn't rain much in the Western Regions, and Lu Tage is far from being as delicate as needing an umbrella. The young man put on a white robe and hood, stepped out of the car, and looked at the Zhizhou Mansion in front of him.

The building is very new, the bluestone steps are smooth and clean, and the whole mansion is half hidden in the misty rain, so it can't be seen clearly.

There were only a few officials guarding the side of the road, seeing Gu Xichao came out of the carriage and knelt down in a panic, saying "Welcome to Your Excellency", the next sentence was "Master Han was ill and couldn't come to greet Your Excellency, please ask the officials to come and make amends" , "Master Liu has not recovered from his injuries and cannot move, please make amends"....

Although Gu Xichao has never been an official before, he also knows that when a new official takes office, there will be officials below to greet him and report the local affairs.Faced with such a blatant dismount, not only his face sank.

It is not without confidence that Cai and Fu are covering the sky with one hand in the capital. In fact, most officials from all over the country bow their heads under the prestige of the two and dare not make a sound.

What's more, Gu Xichao took office because of Yang Yu's help, and this group of people has long regarded Yang Yu as a faction.

"Do you want to kill it?" Lu Tage asked, hiding under the white robe, glancing at the small officials who were not even counted as ants.

Gu Xichao shook his head, then walked towards the magistrate's mansion.

Since he wanted to help Yang Yu collect information about Cai Jing and Fu Zongshu, he couldn't do such an act of scaring the snake. The people below are bullying and afraid of evil, so he has to be weak and endure a few times before he can teach others to show their fox tail.

Lu Tage really couldn't figure out what Yang Yu and Gu Xichao were pretending to be, so he didn't say much, just wrote down the faces of these people, and waited for Qiuhou to settle the score.

The mansion is very large, with long bridges and waterside pavilions, corridors and waists, and high eaves and teeth. I don't know how much better it is than Yang Yu's broken Yushi mansion.There are koi carps in the lake, and the smallest one is as big as a palm. At this time, they are hiding under the lotus, and the bright red and beautiful backs of the fish can be seen from the gaps between the green leaves.

The rain was so heavy that even the fish couldn't bear it.

The previous magistrate resigned in a hurry, or he was really rich, so he didn't pay much attention to some things, so he left Gu Xichao an extremely exquisite and beautiful magistrate's mansion.

Very close to here is Qingzhou Governor's Mansion.

And Qingzhou Inspector who was supposed to come out to greet Gu Xichao, whom he will work with for a long time in the future, didn't even send him an excuse.

The man in the green shirt simply ordered those petty officials to retreat, and stood in front of the door by himself, watching for a long time, then walked in.

He came from a lowly background, and he has never seen such a good mansion in his life. When he was a child studying in the women's branch, he used to imagine what kind of houses those high-ranking officials and nobles lived in, and what it would be like to walk among the carved and painted pavilions every day. Take a leisurely walk in the courtyard.

But today, he feels that every step is like stepping on the fat of the people, the blood and sweat of the poor, and it hurts the soles of his feet.

"Mr. Lu." There was no one to complain, so he sighed to the ignorant westerner, "I want...to be a good official."

"Oh." Lu Tage didn't quite understand the slender and sensitive hearts of this group of literati, and felt that this calm sentence was a bit too much, and then added, "Then do it."

Gu Xichao "..."

He stared at this silly Western Region cat for a while, and couldn't help but miss Yang Yu even more in his heart.

Yang Yu once said that this person from the Western Regions is very good at lightness kung fu, he can travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred nights, as long as he has dried fish every day, he doesn't need to be too polite to order him on weekdays.Gu Xichao prepared a whole bowl of dried fish at noon with an experimental mentality, and handed it to Lu Tage with a letter.

People from the Western Regions have long received Yang Yu's entrustment to eat the dried fish as they please.After eating, wiped his mouth, put the letter in his arms, raised his breath, and went straight to the capital.

Gu Xichao had just left yesterday morning, and Lu Tage came back with a letter the next night. Yang Yu was so shocked that the two of them had encountered some kind of trouble or hunted down halfway, so he threw down the tofu soup he had just drank and hurriedly opened it. letter.

Then, looking at the whole impassioned statement, he was silent for a while, and went back to eat.

After eating, he grinded his pen and wrote four big characters.

Don't forget your original intention.

Disciple Changge has seen too many of them. When he was studying, he was very energetic. When he first became an official, he was full of officials from all over the world. But after entering the officialdom, he realized how helpless Mo Zi was.The world is like a tide, and everyone rises and falls with the ocean, and the hard ones are broken into gravel on the beach, or sink deep into the sea.

Even Yang Yu realized the word Linglong in the icy wind and snow that night in the Tang Dynasty.

He only hoped that he could protect the young man for a longer time, longer, long enough for him to learn how to dance with his sleeves and sharpen his wrists without pain in the confrontation again and again, without being completely crushed. Or give up your pride and become a part of this ocean.

Thousands of words, after all, there are only four words left on the paper.

Don't forget your original intention.

Lu Tage took the letter and stuffed it into his arms, ate a bowl of fish soup, and rushed to Qingzhou that night.

It was the morning of the second day when he arrived, and the heavy rain had not stopped. Gu Xichao spent the whole night looking through various things in Qingzhou and stayed up all night. Thick white mist.

"Mr. Lu?" The green-shirted man quickly opened the door to let Lu Tage in, and stuffed the hand warmer into Lu Tage's arms.

People from the Western Regions who have practiced Mo Bingzhi for a long time will not feel cold, but the hand warmer is a bit hot. He took out the well-protected letter from his arms and handed it to Gu Xichao. big."

Gu Xichao thought that Lu Tage meant that he was feeling cold, so he turned around and went to find a quilt, but Lu Tage hurriedly grabbed him, and said the meaning of the words more bluntly.

"The water has risen too high."

The Westerners reminded.

Gu Xichao was silent for a moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

It's almost April now, and it's the spring flood season. Qingzhou was not considered a disaster-stricken place. However, it has been raining for a few days and the river has surged.

Gu Xichao originally only thought of this, but when the word "river embankment" flashed across his mind, he shuddered again.

Embankments, embankments, embankments... are made of stones.

"Mr. Lu." Gu Xichao suddenly stood up, and found Qingzhou's account book from a pile of books beside her. She flipped through it, halfway through, then slammed the account book as if suddenly remembering something, turned around and went to rummaging through the box again.

After a while, he came out with a box.

"When Xichao was in the capital, he used to sell paintings for a living. Before leaving Beijing, His Majesty ordered someone to give me two months' salary first." Gu Xichao pursed his lips, and put the small box on the singer Lu Ta "Mister's lightness kung fu is superb, please make another trip and go to the nearby states to try your best to purchase some food and medicinal materials."

The man from the Western Regions nodded, opened the box in front of Gu Xichao, and counted the amount of banknotes and broken silver inside.

... A total of more than 300 taels.