surnamed Wang

Wang Gingquan came out of the oiran's room, just sat down on the first floor, when he saw a group of skinny old men rushing up the stairs, and went to Ruyan's room, and after less than a cup of tea, he came out with an angry expression on his face.

"What are these people doing?" Wang Gangquan muttered in confusion.

When he was in the room just now, he noticed that there were two people hiding under the bed. Seeing that they didn't carry any murder weapons, he didn't pierce them.

At this time, the young emperor walked down the stairs with another young man shoulder to shoulder, followed by a bearded man.

"Your Majesty...cousin, are you done so soon?" Wang Gangquan got up and said.

"Cousin, there are no outsiders here, so you don't need to hide it. Let me introduce you, this is..."

"Xiao Bao." The young man on the side quickly answered.

"Brother Bao defended a criminal woman in his hometown and was killed by an adulterer. Not only was he stripped of his official position, but he was also sent to prison and issued a wanted warrant. Therefore, he came to Beijing to sue. I got a good relationship with him, so I Want to help him."

Wang Gangquan did not expect that this classic scene would be encountered by him, and he twitched the corner of his mouth and said:
"As long as His Majesty is happy."

……

After sending the emperor back to the palace safely, he planned to go to the teahouse for a while and sort out his next thoughts by the way.

The dossier of the anti-crime factory must be destroyed, but it can only be done at night. The most important thing right now is to write a letter to Yan Guang to inform the other party of Wei Jintang's plan, so that he can take precautions.

Just as he was thinking, Wang Bingquan came to a tea house unknowingly, there were cheers from time to time, it sounded really lively.

Teahouses are also divided into grades, some of which only serve top-notch fresh tea from all over the country, and a pot of it costs dozens of taels of silver. The interior decoration is elegant, with a chess board and four treasures of the study for the entertainment of celebrities.The people who come here are either arty or really elegant, and there are very few people who disturb people's peace with high-spirited talk, so they are very popular among the dignitaries in Beijing.

On the contrary, another type of teahouse has absorbed all kinds of teachings and nine streams, and never refuses visitors. There are broken tea dregs for a few pennies a pot, and "lip tea" specially provided by Da Nei. No one will take it seriously. Deceive the outsiders who just came to Beijing.

In addition to tea, there are also various snacks, meals and drinks in the teahouse, which is no different from a restaurant. In addition, there are also all kinds of good artists, most of whom are playing the piano, playing the erhu or storytelling.

In the teahouse where Wang Gingquan came, it was obvious that someone was talking about a story. If you want to eat a storyteller, you must have at least two things.

The jokes in Mr. Storyteller's mouth would become clichés within three months. If he said it a few more times, the audience would follow suit.

Judging from everyone's reaction today, it was obviously not repeating the same old tune. Wang Gangquan became interested and walked in.

……

The first floor of the teahouse was crowded with people, most of them were poor people in short shirts, even if you saw one or two people in long clothes occasionally, their clothes were old and white, obviously they were poor scholars.

Wang Gingquan, who was wearing a luxurious gown, immediately attracted the attention of many people when he arrived here, but he was attracted by the young man on the stage after just taking a second look.

Wang Gangquan found a place to sit down, ordered a pot of tea, and while waiting, the storyteller, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, told a story about "King Zhou made cannonballs":
"There is an old saying: 'The minister is upright and the monarch is evil, and the country is difficult to govern.' Du Yuanxian is the loyal and good man who governs the world. King Zhou listened to the words of the concubine Yan, beheaded Yuanxiao and abolished the ministers of the previous kings, and hurt the beams of the country. He is really a fool."

The young man slapped the gavel, and the whole hall burst into applause again. Wang Bingquan narrowed his eyes and showed a strange smile on his face. This young man was really not afraid of death, and dared to allude to the current emperor.

It wasn't that he was chasing after the wind, when the young man spoke, his eyeballs rolled around, especially when he said the word "faint king", it was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.Fortunately, although the current day is stupid and absurd, it has not yet reached the point of killing loyal officials, so no one will think about it.

The tea was brought up, and Wang Bingquan had just taken a sip when the young man started the next paragraph:
"Everyone, have you ever heard of Luanwei?"

"Pfft..." Wang Bingquan couldn't hold back, and sprayed a sip of tea on the head of the bald man in front of him.

"Who?"

The man in his 40s turned his head, with sullen faces, seeing that he was a nobleman, he held back the insults that came to his lips, wiped the tea on his head with his hand, and moved his buttocks to change positions.

Wang Gangquan looked at the young man, waiting for him to continue to say some shocking words, only to see his thin chest stretched out and said:
"I am not talented. I am a member of the Luan Guard, codenamed Big Goose."

Wang Gangquan's face twitched, he felt relieved, and continued to drink tea.

"This luan guard is more mysterious than the dark guard. The people inside are all high officials of the dynasty, and they have done a lot of things that benefit the country and the people in private. Like the Red Flower Society uprising 300 years ago, the Foreign relatives intervening in politics, and the five sons seizing the heirloom decades ago... It was all thanks to Luan Wei that they were calmed down.

Of course, you can’t get in touch with these things. What I’m going to tell you today comes from Luanwei’s word of mouth. "

Next, the young man vividly described how the dynasty fought against the North Turkistan more than 300 years ago, how the sword god frightened the enemy back with his own power, how he recovered the fourteen states, and finally drew a boundary of heaven.

The words are exaggerated, but they are roughly the same. It's a pity that the ordinary people present will only listen to this kind of fairy deeds as a joke. At most, they can go in and take a look when they pass by the Sword God Temple.

After the young man finished speaking, someone asked:

"Yangwazi, if Zhao Jianshen really exists, why didn't he deal with Tabei?"

"The immortal also has a lot of things to do, how can he help us all the time? He will only act when the country is really in danger."

"You're not him, how dare you be so sure?"

"Because of my young master, I was lucky enough to see his back. That figure is exactly the same as the clay sculpture in the temple."

"Nonsense, if you are really blessed to see the gods, why do you rely on storytelling for a living?"

"You know what a fart, that's the God of Sword and not the God of Wealth, besides, are there not enough people worshiping the God of Wealth? All of them are well-developed?"

……

The two raised the bar while they were talking, Wang Gingquan shook his head helplessly, judging by the age of this kid, he must have nothing to do with Luan Wei, most likely it was some hearsay story and showed it off.

As for the so-called "Sword God" that the other party has seen, it may also be a knight-errant under the guise of his own reputation, and just playing a few crappy sword moves is enough to shock the boy for several years.

The two talked endlessly, the guests in the restaurant started to busy themselves with their own affairs, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wang Gangquan asked the clerk to fetch a pen and paper, intending to write a letter to Yan Guang.

After he finished writing the letter, he was afraid that he would really stay on the northern front and let others handle it, so he took out the Luan Wei Ling, dipped it in ink and pressed it on the letter paper, which was regarded as an order in the name of the venerable.

As soon as I shook the wet letter paper, I saw a head approaching. The man's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief:
"Luan Weiling, are you the Venerable Phoenix?"

Wang Gangquan looked at the boy who appeared suddenly, folded the letter and stuffed it into his sleeve, and said casually:
"You really take the story seriously, where is Luanwei in this world?"

"Don't try to fool me, I saw clearly just now, even the gap on the token is not bad at all."

Hearing the words, Wang Gangquan finally looked at the other party squarely, and said doubtfully:
"Who are you?"

"Didn't I just talk about it, Luanwei Goose."

The boy blinked innocently.

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