The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

He Zhanpeng cleaned up the stall and led everyone into the house.

Lu Jiuleng saw that the mirror hung high in the hall was covered with cobwebs, and the chairs in the hall were also dilapidated.

In front of the steps sat a young man, holding a feather duster in his hand, dozing off.

He Zhanpeng patted him and roared, "Get up, sleep, you know how to sleep."

The boy opened his eyes in bewilderment, took a sip of his saliva, "Hey, is the meal ready?"

Seeing that he had no face, He Zhanpeng was furious. "Eat, you know how to eat. The county magistrate Mr. Song is here, pack up quickly and boil a pot of water."

The young man looked up and saw a row of people standing in front of him, he was taken aback, but he didn't recognize who was Mr. Song.He took the chicken feathers and hurriedly dusted the chairs, asked everyone to sit down, and took a big kettle to boil water.

He Zhanpeng took a melon from the car and cut it up, and invited everyone to eat.Seeing that this young man was only seven or eight years old, Lu Jiu felt that it was strange that the young man was a bit reluctant.

He Zhanpeng saw his doubts, and explained, "This is the firewood soap slave of the county government, called Wang Yingxiong."

Ever since Lu Jiuhan decided to pretend to be Song Hao, he had put his heart into it. He knew that the official seventh-rank salary of the dynasty was 40 taels of silver a year, um...enough for him and Xiao Su to wash a big pool once.

It is equipped with four firewood saponis and one groom.

Lu Jiu said coldly, "This kid is too young, how can he be a government servant?"

He Zhanpeng was hesitating, gnawing on a melon and interjecting, "I know about this, but it's no wonder Mr. He. Wang Yingxiong's father was originally a servant of the county government, but he was killed by sand bandits. In the end, the pension was not paid. Mr. He had no choice but to watch the orphans and widows starve to death, so he had to take the children and report their ages. Although the yamen servants were poor, they only had a salary of one tael of silver per month, but fortunately Can eat enough."

He Zhanpeng said, "My lord, please forgive me for the crime of deception."

Lu Jiu said coldly, "Master He is merciful, what's the crime? It's just that this bandit is so bold that he even dares to kill an official?"

He Zhanpeng replied, "Yanbei is called Guan, and there are deserts on all sides, and sand bandits are more rampant than other places. It is said that there are thousands of sand bandits hiding in the desert oasis. It is not afraid of adults' jokes. The people in our city Jointly funded, donated some food and silver, gave it to sand bandits, bought peace, and lived in peace for so many years. I don’t know what happened this year, but I killed the king who went to give gifts. Later, the former county magistrate hurriedly sent People asked the King of Yan for help, and then sent a garrison over. The leader of the army, General Sun, said that the leader of the sand bandits had changed. He was a Mongol named Daiqin. He was young and warlike. , I'm afraid it will still harass Yanbei."

Lu Jiuhan remembered that the masked horse thief they met that day was very skilled, he looked a bit alien, could it be that Dai Qin?Said, "Actually, this place is desolate, and there is no danger in the desert, so it is not suitable for setting up a city."

He Zhanpeng said, "Well, let's talk behind closed doors. In the early years, the one who ceded most of Yanyun Prefecture to Beiyan left this isolated city on the territory. But as long as this city is still there, Even if Yanyun Prefecture has not been completely defeated by the Han people. How can the man who has cultivated military virtues all his life leave such a stain in the end, how can he be reconciled? Even in his dreams, he wants to take Yanyun back. Don’t you think that King Yan and King Xiao will be reconciled? They were all sent to the Cloud End Pass, which is a hundred miles away."

Li Sanniang drank the tea offered by Wang Yingxiong, and interjected, "I heard that King Yan and King Xiao were relegated to this place because they committed a crime. What does it have to do with Yan Yun?"

Unreservedly said, "I went to see King Yan secretly with Sanniang, he looks so handsome."

Li Sanniang slapped him on the head, "Do you know what is handsome?"

Bu Liuxing grinned, and muttered in a low voice, "Master, I was a thief who stole all over the five provinces...I also did stealing incense and jade."

He Zhanpeng squinted his eyes and smiled, "The way of the emperor's power is God's grace to advance and retreat, and to overthrow is a game. This Chengdi, hehe..."

Seeing that they were talking lively, Su Muhua only drank tea quietly.

I heard that Yanbei is a place of exile, a place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and it really lives up to its reputation.Only one eight-rank master book can criticize the government in this way.

This He Zhanpeng has the same name as the cabinet minister who was in power five years ago.That Mr. He was good at dancing with long sleeves, greedy and angry, and when he was finally exiled from the capital, he set off firecrackers all over the city, which is also a good story in this dynasty.

Could it be that the person was demoted to this place after being demoted again and again?

He Zhanpeng chatted for a while, and Wang Yingxiong also called the other three yamen servants, plus the groom.Lu Jiu saw these three yamen servants coldly, one of them had a white beard and an old face, called Ma Bulao, and he was nearly seventy years old when he asked, so he couldn't help being a little silent.The other two, Zhang Qing and Zhao Lian, are barely available.The groom is a local, familiar with all the animals, but he is very agile.

Having met the people in the county government, Lu Jiuhan introduced Su Muhua to everyone, "This is my...book boy, called Song Xiaosu."

He Zhanpeng saw that Su Muhua was sitting upright drinking tea, and his demeanor was as refined as a literati.He said in shock, "Book boy? Not everyone can afford a book boy like an adult, right?"

Lu Jiuhan replied, "I picked it up on the road."

Li Sanniang only looked at Su Muhua, and said with a smile, "Such a rich book boy can still be picked? Why didn't I find one?"

Without Liu Xing also said, "That's right, if someone sells you a piece of gold, how much salary do you get in a year?"

Lu Jiu's face turned cold, "Why are you still here? You are in jail and in prison, and you will be tried again in another day."

Su Muhua lay on the bed and did not fall asleep. He listened to the hourglass and calculated that it was the ugly time again.With both hands clasped empty, breathing in the dantian, the white mist in front of his eyes gradually dissipated.

The moon shone in through the window hole on the earthen wall. Su Muhua opened his eyes and saw half a bright moon hanging in the dark blue sky outside the window.

Seeing the blue sky and bright moon in a good mood, he smiled and opened the door, and quietly turned over the wall of the government office.

The Yanbei border city has fallen into a deep sleep, and the desolate half moon shines on the yellow earth wall.

Su Muhua used lightness kung fu to walk through the streets, holding a jug of wine from the tavern kitchen in his hand.

He sat on the city wall and looked at the half moon, recalling the day Fang took over the spring breeze and entered the treasure building triumphantly, sitting in the wind and smoke of the capital, he once raised his glass to the half moon and drank.

At that time, good friends were by my side, and the banquet was in full swing, what a pleasure!

Today's youth is tomorrow's old age, and life is almost like the moon.

His eyes fell on the moon-shaped hill outside the city. The hill was not high, but it was piled up with gravel, and there were only a few low shrubs.

Outside the city wall, the moonlight shone like a wash, making the scene on the hill extremely clear and bright.On the hill there was a man in white dancing under the moonlight, and Su Muhua could clearly see that it was a man.He had even seen that the man was not a martial arts practitioner, but he was walking forward and back with a graceful movement, somewhat like a swordsman in a troupe.

In the hands of the Qingfeng Yingyue, it was a hearty sword dance.

After dancing, the man relaxed his wide sleeves and turned his face towards the city.

Su Muhua couldn't help being startled, this man's eyes were beautiful and his brows were heroic, but there was a tattoo on his cheek, like an open black butterfly wing, which ruined that period of romanticism.

He was actually a man who was assassinated and exiled.

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