Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The Jockey Club in Qingshuiying started amidst the attention of all the people, went through the astonishment, uproar and resentment of the audience, and finally ended in a gloomy silence.

None of the officials who participated in the competition reached the finish line, and everyone received a prize for participation - a white porcelain hand-pressed cup with the words "to be proud of serving the country and the people, and ashamed of harming the people" painted on the outer wall. They are used in official offices and must not be changed hands or damaged.If you accidentally break it, you have to buy another one out of your own pocket.

All officials who have ghosts in their hearts and are afraid of being liquidated will look green when they look at the teacup in their hands.

Governor Wei didn't have a share, so he took the initiative to ask Su Yan for one, and said solemnly: "I should also take this as a warning."

——After half a year, this kind of cups began to be popular in the court halls of the Ming Dynasty and various bureaucrats. To be proud of doing one's duty, and to be ashamed of neglecting one's duty" and so on, are collectively referred to as the "Cup of Honor and Shame", which was all the rage for a while.

As a result, in the cultural relics market of later generations, a sweet white glazed lotus petal shin with a phoenix pattern engraved in the "Rong Shame Cup" in good condition was fired at a high price of 88 yuan.

Of course this is another story.

The officials who had been through the whole day didn't want to stay for a moment, and set off to return to their places of duty one after another while there was still some light at dusk.

Su Yan asked Governor Wei to stay in Qingshuiying for a few days, saying that there were follow-up matters to be discussed with him, and they would return to Fucheng together after the matter was over.Wei Quan agreed, and left the racetrack first, and the two said goodbye temporarily.

The soldiers were cleaning up the messy arena. Su Yan looked at the sky, suddenly slapped his forehead, and took out his pocket watch: "4:50...It's almost time!"

He hurriedly called Huo Dun over and asked, "Do you have 500 taels in your hand? Advance it to me first, and pay you back what you make from the handicap."

As soon as the news of the Jockey Club came out, the folks opened a handicap, betting on the final victory or defeat. Of course, Su Yan secretly contributed to the flames. He asked Horton to leak the information of the six teams, and firmly controlled the dealer. An official undercover agent.It is stipulated that if there is a tie, the banker will pay half, and the banker will get half of the loss.

Among the six teams, the frontier defense team was the most bought by the public, and the Yuanmasi team and the Xingtaipusi team were the least favored.

The final result was that the six teams were wiped out, and the banker made a lot of money.

Huo Dun said: "Yes. Most of the gamblers are local merchants, as well as foreign merchants. It is estimated that this time the banker can earn more than 1 taels of silver, and the officials will exchange it for the adults?"

Su Yan waved his hand: "I only need 500 taels. The rest, together with the evaluation fee paid by the officials, you have to account for. In the future, there will be many places to spend money on stallions, building camps, recruiting herding troops... , you can’t just rely on the imperial court to allocate money.”

Huo Dun ordered someone to fetch the banknotes, and a moment later the soldiers brought a flat box. Su Yan opened it and counted it correctly, then put the box in his pocket and said, "I'll take a step first."

He straddled his horse and galloped towards the horse market.Jing Hong chased her horse and followed closely behind, shouting: "My lord, slow down, there is still time!"

Su Yan rushed to the market, got off his horse and looked around.

The horse market transaction is coming to an end, buyers have become sparse, and many vendors have closed their stalls and returned home. Su Yan walked through the stalls, but couldn't find the target. He couldn't help showing a deep look of regret on his face, and said dejectedly: "It's still late." One step, the boss must have already closed the stall..."

He sighed, and was about to turn his head to talk to Jing Hong, when he suddenly saw a middle-aged peddler loading cars at the corner, wasn't he the boss who sold weapons?

Busily ran over and said, "Boss! Have you sold that sword?"

The boss looked back at him and slapped his thigh: "I just said, the young master doesn't seem like a person who broke his promise. He said that he will wait until you arrive at the horse market on the last day of the horse market. Isn't it half past the you hour before you start packing. Didn't sell it? Sell ​​it, someone else asked for 280 gold, I’m not tempted by the cash, so I’ll keep it for the young master! Three hundred gold, or 500 taels of silver, right?”

Su Yan suspected that the other party simply couldn't sell it. After all, apart from him, there probably wasn't another idiot in Qingshui camp who would pay a sky-high price for a Xiyi sword, but he still said politely: "Thank you, boss. This is a one-handed sword." Pay the money and deliver the goods with one hand.”

The two quickly closed the deal.

Su Yan was holding this damascus steel sword with a black scabbard, a hilt spirally pinched with silver wire, and a blade with a nebula-like texture. Looking at it over and over again, he felt that the money was well spent, and asked the boss: "Does this sword have a sword name?" ?”

The boss said: "The Xiyi people who sell swords say that every weapon their master forges is named according to its texture, style and spirituality. This sword is named..." He said a series of words, and Su Yan had I can't understand it, but it vaguely feels like an ancient Middle Eastern language.The boss added: "It translates to 'Knight's Oath', which is very weird."

Su Yan smiled: "It's not weird, it's very suitable."

Holding the sword, he cupped his hands to say goodbye, turned around and found that Jing Hongzhui had disappeared at some point.

Without saying a word, where did you go?Su Yan patrolled the figure of his own bodyguard in the crowd. After walking about ten feet, he came to a big tree with no one around, and suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him: "My lord."

Su Yan turned around.

Under the shade of the tree, Jing Hongzhui stood upright, with an ordinary long sword on her waist, something in her hand, and a long silver chain hanging down, she was staring at him at this moment, her face was cold and resolute, His expression was slightly embarrassed and embarrassed, but his eyes were firm.

"Where did you go, I don't know if you will make a sound, so I can find it." Su Yan complained a little, went forward, and handed him the sword in his hand, "Here, I said I would buy it for you. A new weapon. You can lose the high-end secondary substitute on your waist."

Jing Hongzhui didn't take the sword, but slowly opened his five fingers, and brought the object in his palm to him.

It was a fire scythe, gilded with a pattern of silver owls kissing sea waves, the steel rod was connected to a leather bag with a silver hoop, the surface was inlaid with agate, red coral and turquoise, carved with exquisite patterns, and the tie was also a silver chain, gorgeous and delicate .

Su Yan stared at the fire sickle, and immediately recognized it - it was given to him by Shen Qi before leaving Beijing, and she always wore it around her waist as an accessory.Later, he and Ah Zhui fell into the valley, spent two nights in the cave, and this fire scythe came in handy.Later, in order to get out of the predicament, he reluctantly used the scythe to exchange an old horse and a bag of clean water with the salt dealer he met on the way.

"What's wrong with you..." Su Yan opened his lips, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart, it was both accident and excitement.

Jing Hong lowered her head and approached him, and hung the scythe back on his waist with her own hands, and said: "At that time, my subordinates saw your lord's expression of reluctance, and guessed that this thing was of great significance to your lord. I acted despicably and out of fashion, so I had no choice but to give up. Just now at the market, I didn’t see that salt seller hanging the scythe on me, so I bought it back with money, hoping to return it to its original owner.”

Su Yan was slightly stunned, mixed with emotion and emotion in his heart, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Ah Zhui. This thing is indeed more than just a scythe to me. It couldn't be better to be so lucky to find it."

He rubbed the scythe with his fingers and couldn't help smiling.

Jing Hongzhui hesitated and asked: "Your Excellency values ​​a thing outside of your body so much, but who gave it as a gift? Is it a relative, friend or colleague, or... a confidante?"

Su Yan laughed: "Where is the confidante!"

Jing Hongzhui muttered: "The one in Yanzhi Hutong?"

He said this sentence very quietly, but he refused to really put it in his stomach, as if he wanted Su Yan to hear it on purpose.

Su Yan was stunned for a moment, and after trying to remember, he suddenly realized: "You mean Ruan Hongjiao? She's not really a confidante, but I can still talk to her. I like listening to her singing...By the way, how do you know her!"

Jing Hong chased and turned her face away, not saying a word.

Su Yan mocked narrowly: "Have you ever been someone's benefactor?"

"Your subordinate once said, 'until four days ago', did your lord think that I was lying?" Jing Hongzhui's face darkened slightly.

Su Yan smiled: "Just kidding, don't take it seriously." After laughing, I felt a little annoyed—you ended your virginity, but it didn't end on my swelling and pain!As a victim, I'm laughing ass!

"Back in the capital, my subordinates hid in the carriage and wanted to go out of the city to escape from the guards' soldiers. It was the lord who covered me and took me home to settle down. In those days, I was the driver of the lord, do you still remember?"

Su Yan nodded with a straight face.

"At that time, Ruan Hongjiao sent her maids to visit several times, and wanted to invite my lord to go to Yanzhi Hutong. My lord was afraid of being caught by others because Feng's party was not cleared up, so I didn't accept the invitation. My lord still remembers it. ?”

Su Yan recalled and nodded.

Jing Hong chased and said: "My subordinate heard from the waiter in the inn where my lord once lived, that my lord came to the capital to prepare for the exam more than half a year before the exam, but ended up staying in Yanzhi alley twice for three days, hanging out with that oiran, is there such a thing? "

Su Yan nodded again: "There is such a thing, but the word 'hustling' is indecent, and she and I are actually—"

Jing Hongchai didn't dare to listen to the answer, and interrupted: "She gave you the fire sickle? My lord plans to... Marry in the future, it's impossible, after all, you can't marry an official wife with a low status... Your lord wants to take her as a concubine?"

Su Yan heard the sourness in the words, his face did not tense, and he laughed: "If so, how do you treat her, do you recognize her as the mistress?"

Jing Hongzui's eyes surged with evil spirit, and he suppressed it forcibly, and replied with a slumped face: "I can bear not to kill her, I have taken care of your face. She'd better be more sensible, and don't always be rubbed by your side, otherwise sooner or later I'll die." going to happen."

Su Yan laughed loudly: "I thought Ah Zhui was indifferent, and he only had exercises and revenge in his heart, but he turned out to be jealous!" He was used to chasing Jing Hong casually, and continued to play tricks on him, "Don't worry, sir! Didn’t your concubine welcome her in the door long ago, Xiao Jing even called the mistress to her face. There is only one concubine, there are no other concubines!”

Jing Hong looked at him intently, and suddenly showed a very faint smile, "Please remember the promise made today, sir."

Su Yan felt a sudden chill in his heart, like a harbinger of something bad.He subconsciously touched the fire sickle on his waist, wondering if he should tell Ah Zhui that this thing was not a gift from a confidante, but a parting souvenir from his brother?

However, Ah Zhui and Shen Qi had always been at odds, and the three swords hatred was still there, and they would fight when they met, so it's better not to bring it up, so as not to increase the trouble.

After making up his mind, Su Yan slapped Jing Hongzhui's newly bought sword on the chest, and said, "How long do you want me to hold it? It's too heavy, so hurry up and change it."

Jing Hong chased and took it, pulled out the sword's head and tail to look at it, and finally hung it solemnly on his waist, then untied the big-budget handle, and threw it at the root of the tree casually.

Su Yan saw that he was extremely satisfied and loved the new sword, so he felt happy too.

Jing Hong asked: "Does this sword have a name? If not, please give me a name."

Su Yan said: "The boss said that the swordsmith has already given the sword a name, translated into a big inscription, called 'Knight's Oath'. If you think it's weird, you can choose another name yourself."

Jing Hongzui was silent for a moment, "I don't know how to name it, so the sword I used to use in the past was called 'No Name'. This sword should be called 'Oath', which is very appropriate." He held the hilt of the sword, looked up at Su Yan, and made an oath Seriously said: "The name of the sword is like the heart of the sword. If you go against this heart, the way of the sword will fail, and I will never use the sword again in my life."

Su Yan knew the weight of these words for a sincere swordsman, and immediately grabbed his arm: "Don't stand fg! Flags can't be inserted randomly, do you understand?"

Jing Hong chased and let go of the hilt of the sword, and put her palm on the back of his hand.

Su Yan felt the hard calluses on his knuckles and finger roots rub against the back of his hand, causing a slight pain and an inexplicable itching, and the depths of his body also felt a little itchy...

He spurned this wave of unknown origin, thinking that he was delusional even in normal contact, and was a little ashamed of the martial arts master in front of him with awe-inspiring sword intent.

As a result, the master asked shyly and awe-inspiringly, "Can the diao be inserted randomly?"