A traitor

Hearing this, Su Qinglang felt as if someone had slapped him with a stick, and his whole head was in a daze.

He laughed dryly, and said, "Choose...choose me? Brother Mei is joking."

However, Mei Liusheng stared at him, it didn't look like he was joking at all, and said: "I just came to the imperial city not long ago, and I don't know much about officialdom, I only know that Brother Su treats me with sincerity, as for Prime Minister Qin And Prime Minister Pei...gold and silver beauties, high officials and rich salary, are just things outside of me, and what I want is not in this."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang asked with great interest: "Oh, what is the purpose of Brother Mei coming to the Imperial City?"

Mei Liusheng didn't answer, but looked at Su Qinglang, and asked, "Then, brother Su?"

Before Su Qinglang could open his mouth, he continued: "Liu Sheng is ignorant. Even though we only got along with each other for a short time, we can tell that Brother Su is originally a person with a clear mind and a heart for freedom. He is rich, rich, and powerful. I'm afraid it is not the pattern of Brother Su." If that is the case, why did you fall into the quagmire of officialdom?"

Su Qinglang was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Brother Mei's words are really flattering me. I, Su Qinglang, am just a vulgar person. I just want to do vulgar things in this world, get promoted and get rich, and have beautiful women in my arms. It's every boy's dream.

I am no exception. The political turmoil is a good time to make contributions. Tell me, why did I enter the officialdom? "

Mei Liusheng didn't show disappointment when he heard the words, he just lowered his eyes slightly and replied with a smile: "If this is Brother Su's answer, then it is the same for Liusheng."

At this point, it is meaningless to continue talking, so Su Qinglang shook his fan, and ended the topic: "Brother Mei, I remembered what I said today, it is getting late, and I am still rushing to enter the palace, so here I am." Say goodbye to Brother Mei."

Mei Liusheng didn't make any trouble, just bowed his head, bowed his hands and saluted, watching Su Qinglang step up into the carriage.

The horse-drawn carriage was driving in the busy city, and one could hear the cries outside one after another, and white mist rose from the steamed buns just out of the cage, filled with the mouth-watering aroma of meat.

There are also two burden-carrying shopkeepers, with ribbons on their heads and rattles in their hands, walking in a funny way, which attracts children on the street to follow suit, laughing and refusing to let go.

Su Qinglang sat in the carriage, resting his chin with one hand, thinking about what Mei Liusheng said just now, his mood was a little complicated.

The mission Xiangye assigned to him was to draw Mei Liusheng into their camp, but Mei Liusheng would give him problems, how should he answer Xiangye in this situation?

Said that Mei Liusheng had already agreed to join the group, but he didn't want to obey the Xiangye's orders, and only came to join him, Su Qinglang?

Such a statement is obviously stupid. If it is not done well, Xiangye will think that he has a different heart, and secretly make trouble for others, disobeying his leadership.

If it is said that Mei Liusheng is stubborn and unwilling to accept Xiangye's kindness, with Xiangye's temperament, I am afraid that this guy's life will not be easy in the future.

Su Qinglang frowned slightly, and was thinking deeply and distressed, when the carriage suddenly shook, causing him to lean back and almost hit the wooden board of the window.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of ceramic crocks outside splashing, falling to the ground and breaking, and another child's clear and tender cry.

Just about to ask what happened, the coachman's concerned voice floated in: "My lord, are you alright?"

Su Qinglang lifted the curtain of the car, only to see that his carriage hit a pavement, the goods that were originally placed on the table were swept to the ground, and debris and dust were scattered all over the place.

Not far away was another child, about four or five years old, with a croissant braid on his head, who fell down in the middle of the street, with a bunch of dusty candied haws next to him.

The coachman stood in front of him and explained anxiously: "My lord, this child suddenly jumped out from the side. I didn't pay attention, and the horse was startled, so he hit the shop."

Su Qinglang said nothing, glanced at the coachman, then walked towards the little girl, lifted the hem of her clothes, and squatted down in front of her.

Slowly stretching out his hand to her, his voice was so gentle that it seemed to melt water: "Did it scare you?"

The little girl raised her head, shrunk down, and looked at him timidly, with tears in her eyes and a look of fear on her face.

Seeing her reaction, Su Qinglang smiled lightly, took her hand and said: "Your hand is hurt, it will hurt very much, remember to wash it when you go home."

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief embroidered with orchids, folded it diagonally, and carefully bandaged her wound.

At this time, the little girl's parents rushed over after hearing the news, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, and saw their own child surrounded by a beautiful and noble young man squatting in front of him.

I also saw Su Qinglang's white jade sachet, with gorgeous accessories, and wearing an official uniform, although I don't know which family's adults it is, in the end, I can't blame them for letting them die.

The man knelt down at his feet with a plop, trembling as if pleading guilty, the woman grabbed her child, put her arms around the little girl's head, and knelt behind, equally trembling.

Su Qinglang stood up straight, holding a folding fan in his hand, glanced at them disdainfully, and said condescendingly: "Okay, now that I know I'm afraid, what did I do long ago, my children are not optimistic, if something happens, I will be how?"

The two of them huddled together, shaking like a sieve, but the little girl, because she had some contact with Su Qinglang before, was no longer afraid at this moment.

Su Qinglang walked up to her, lowered his body and patted her head, took off the purse at his waist, and said dotingly: "Here, my brother lost your things, now I will pay you, and there are other people's, you Give it back to them for my brother, okay?"

The little girl glanced at Su Qinglang, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the purse, and nodded half understanding.

Su Qinglang raised his lips and smiled, straightened his waist and turned to leave, but he heard the coachman beside him say: "My lord, the axle is damaged, I'm afraid it won't work anymore."

Su Qinglang's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he said again: "Forget it, I won't enter the palace today, you have someone clean up these things, and I'll walk around."

He left the driver behind and left alone, waving his folding fan as he walked along the long street, not knowing where to go for a while.

Looking at where he was, he suddenly remembered that this place seemed to be very close to Cai Jun's house, and also thought that Mr. Cai fell ill after being drunk by him. He should go and have a look, so he went to Having made up his mind, he walked towards the gate of Cai Jun's mansion.

The guard at the gate had seen Su Qinglang before, so he didn't stop him, and quickly invited him into the gate of the mansion, and asked Cai Jun's wife to be notified.

Mrs. Cai was middle-aged, about the same age as Su Qinglang's second mother, simple and elegant, gentle and amiable in appearance, Cai Jun was very lucky to have such a virtuous wife.

It's just that the aura around him is obviously much worse than that of his second mother. When he saw Su Qinglang, he was still terrified, bowed his head, and saluted him, not even daring to lift his head to look at him.

It made Su Qinglang very speechless, feeling that he shouldn't have come, and made people jump like dogs, saying that he was here to visit a doctor, and making such a fuss turned into a disguised disturbance.

Standing in the courtyard, he cupped his hands gently and said: "Earlier, when I was drinking with Mr. Cai, I lost my temper in a moment of joy, which caused Mr. Cai to fall ill. Qinglang has to apologize to Madam."

Madam Cai restrained her hands and feet, restrained her expression, returned a salute, and replied softly: "Husband is not good at drinking alcohol. It has nothing to do with your lord. It's just a minor illness. It will be fine after a few days of rest. You don't have to worry about it."

Having said that, Su Qinglang didn't say anything, firstly, he had nothing to say, and secondly, he wanted to avoid suspicion, so he kept silent, and under the guidance of Mrs. Cai, he came to Cai Jun's room.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw Mrs. Cai lying on the couch, like a sick sow, listless, frowning, and sighing at his own bedpost.

Su Qinglang walked over and said: "Master Cai is not feeling well, is it better now?"

Mr. Cai's illness comes quickly, but goes slowly. In short, if you get hurt from drinking, it is a physical illness; depression and distress, a backlog of depression, is a mental illness.

That day, he made a mistake while drinking, saying that Xu Jin had lost his teeth, that the emperor was foolish, and that the powerful Qin Xiangye was a little boy back then... Every time he read this, he felt remorseful and wanted to bite off his tongue.

Seeing Su Qinglang now, he felt even more faceless, his body trembled, and he gave a stiff smile: "My... my lord, why are you here?"

Su Qinglang looked at his face, and said: "I heard that you are sick and asked for leave, so I will come and see you."

Everyone in the court knew that Su Qinglang was Prime Minister Qin Jian's running dog. Cai Jun felt bitter in his heart, and the wild words he uttered when he was drunk that day resounded in his ears, and he wanted to kill him head on.

Resisting the pressure, he replied: "However, the spleen and stomach are a bit cold, it's not a problem, let adults worry about it."

Su Qinglang stood in front of him, and slowly said: "I only know that you are too strong to drink, but I didn't expect it to be so serious. I will never dare to let you drink again in the future."

Su Qinglang said this out of a sympathetic heart for his subordinates. After all, he hadn't taken care of anything in the Ministry of Rites for more than a year. Cai Jun helped him a lot. As his boss, a momentary mistake caused him to get drunk If you are sick, you have to show an attitude of apology and praise.

However, when Cai Jun heard these words, his taste changed, because Su Qinglang had always ignored them in the Ministry of Rites, but today he came here to visit him on purpose, he must have other intentions.

Thinking of the stupid things I said earlier, and then thinking of the relationship between Su Qinglang and Qin Xiangye.So, he understood in his heart, and regarded this kind of caring and compassion as the calm before the storm.

So he hurriedly pleaded: "Lord Su, a few days ago, the official was drunk and slipped his tongue, and said something that should not be said, please forgive me and don't sue the emperor."

Su Qinglang was surprised, and asked: "What did you say a few days ago, and why did I blame you? Besides, even if you and my colleagues drink, even if you say something, it is still private talk in our etiquette department. Just listen to it and forget it, how can I mention it to others, let alone sue the emperor?"

Cai Jun was stunned when he heard this, and felt that the big stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, he was open and open, and even his spirit improved a lot.

Su Qinglang looked at him a few times, and said: "I said what happened to you these few days. It turned out that you looked in the mirror with a painted face to scare yourself."

Cai Jun also didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said with embarrassment: "This... the lower official is too timid, let the adults laugh at him."

Su Qinglang pursed his lips, snorted softly, looked at Cai Jun and said with deep meaning: "It doesn't matter if you are timid, no one is born to be a hero, this storm is rough, as long as you don't go the wrong way, it will be fine. What do you think, Master Cai?"

Cai Jun was startled, then nodded, and hummed thoughtfully.