Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 33
"You're welcome, Mr. Wang, what do you want from me?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zhao Kang looked very enthusiastic. In this one-third of an acre of the capital, there were dragons and tigers dominating the land. There was no one who was not a powerful lord. He didn't want to cause any trouble for himself.

Wang San smiled and took out an official document from his sleeve: "I'm here to give this to Mr. Zhao. The official document approved by the Ministry of Personnel allows Mr. Zhao to come to Beijing to meet the emperor tomorrow during the court meeting."

Zhao Kang hurriedly took it, took a look at it, and handed it to the driver to take it away and put it away: "It's really troublesome, Mr. Wang."

Before he could finish his words of thanks, Wang San waved his hand: "Hey, Mr. Zhao, you are so polite. Without Mr. Zhao, the floods in Jiangzhou will continue to spread for who knows how long. Many ministers in the DPRK are talking about it right now. Where is Mr. Zhao?"

"I was just lucky, just lucky." Zhao Kang smiled bitterly.

Wang San raised his eyebrows and invited: "It's already dusk. Can Mr. Zhao have dinner? Before we came down, someone had prepared a banquet at Chunfeng Tower. I wonder if Mr. Zhao can enjoy it?"

Hearing what he said, Zhao Kang couldn't help but murmur in his heart. This was the first time he met the guy in front of him. Why did he want to please himself, a seventh-grade sesame officer, like this?
They are delivering official documents and hosting banquets.

But since the other party had already spoken, Zhao Kang couldn't refuse, so he could only agree: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Wang."

"No trouble, no trouble." Wang San stood up with a smile.

When he arrived at the door, Zhao Kang found that the other party's sedan chair had been prepared. He was obviously well prepared.

As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, there will be a monster, so Zhao Kang was alert.

When we arrived at the Chunfeng Restaurant that Wang Sankou mentioned, it was much more upscale than the restaurant that Zhao Kang went to before. It was also in the inner city.

In the hall, dozens of dancers were dancing gracefully, which almost dazzled everyone. They all had good looks and graceful figures.

The waiter nodded and bowed and led the two of them up to the second floor, where they served a table of delicacies. The price was very high, which made Zhao Kang suspicious.

The two of them drank a drink together, with Wang San doing most of the talking, and Zhao Kang listening from the side and responding with a few words from time to time.

After three rounds of drinking, Wang San seemed to notice that Zhao Kang was not in high spirits, and said half-jokingly: "Is it because you dislike not having a beautiful woman to keep you company? Why do you look like you're having a bit of a tasteless meal?"

"Prince Wang is joking."

Zhao Kang was a little embarrassed. His eyes had indeed been focused on the girl dancing in the hall just now, but the dance was too subtle and could not compare with the dance of the pole dancers in his Yihong Courtyard.

Wang San came over and showed a subtle smile that can only be understood but cannot be expressed: "These people below are just a group of vulgar fans, please don't worry, sir."

Hearing this, Zhao Kang clicked his tongue: "Is there any other program?"

Wang San was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Master Zhao, the essence of the word "program" is cleverly used! Yes, there will be another program later."

Not long after he finished speaking, Zhao Kang saw a group of girls in cool clothes pouring out of the restaurant from nowhere. The guys were all as beautiful as gods.

There were a lot more guests in the restaurant. The girls came to the guests' wine tables to drink with them and have fun. Zhao Kang was amazed.

Two women in blue gauze skirts also slowly walked toward their table. Zhao Kang couldn't take his eyes off them. They only talked about their appearance. Among the women he had seen, these two women were second only to Xiao Linglong.

Wang San hugged the beauty's waist, and another person sat next to Zhao Kang and started pouring wine. Wang San smiled and said: "Now, sir, don't you think the wine is bland and the dishes are tasteless?"

"This is really surprising." Zhao Kang smiled awkwardly and took the wine glass from the woman's hand with some embarrassment, feeling very satisfied.

This woman actually stabbed me with a murderous weapon!

While drinking, Zhao Kang hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Young Master Wang, is this going to be a little bit?"

Wang San raised his eyebrows and saw what Zhao Kang was thinking: "Sir Zhao, are you saying that His Majesty has repeatedly ordered that there be no romantic places?" Zhao Kang said nothing to express his acquiescence.

But he saw Wang San laughing: "Mr. Zhao, we are just drinking and eating normally, how can we be romantic? Of course, if this girl Xian'er falls in love with you and is willing to recommend yourself as a pillow, and then you will give the girl money to buy some clothes and jewelry, isn't that true? Is this human nature? Is that right, sir?”

Damn it, what a talent!

Zhao Kang was shocked!

The girl Xian'er mentioned by Wang San was also smiling again and again, and continued to assassinate Zhao Kangjiao, saying, "How can Xian'er not be moved by your talent? I just don't know if Xian'er has such a blessing."

People from the capital still know how to play, Zhao Kang thought to himself and was too lazy to pretend to be a gentleman.

Although he opened a Yihong Courtyard and watched the girls dancing there every day, he really didn't do anything else. Firstly, it was because the quality of the girls was really not that good and it was okay to see how good it was.

Secondly, I also felt that I could not wrong myself in this way.

At this moment, there is a top-notch person beside you, and you can take advantage of it without taking advantage of it.

Seeing Zhao Kang and Xian'er teasing, Wang San nodded secretly, but just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden noise below.

A young man dressed in silk and satin lifted the table and attracted everyone's attention. Zhao Kang also craned his neck to watch the excitement.

I saw the store owner smiling apologetically: "Mr. Lin, it's really inconvenient. I'll give you another one."

"Change your mother's head! Where's Xian'er? Tell her to come out! Master, can I give you money or what?" the young man shouted unhappily.

The voice reached Zhao Kang's ears. He glanced at the beautiful woman next to him, and Zhao Kang's heart skipped a beat: "Is that you the Xian'er that guy is talking about?"

Miss Xian'er pursed her lips, nodded and said softly: "That is the eldest son of the left minister of Hube."

I'll go, Mr. Zuo Shilang, Hube?A third-grade official.

Zhao Kang frowned, and the restaurant owner below was embarrassed: "Master Lin, Xian'er really has something to do today, please be more considerate!"

"Even if she's menstruating today, she still has to come out for me. Don't talk about it here. Believe it or not, I'm going to demolish your Chunfeng Tower!"

Mr. Lin was about to finish his words when the sharp eyes of Ma Zai beside him caught sight of a group of people on the second floor who were craning their necks to watch the excitement, and he immediately started shouting.

"Master, that girl Xian'er is up there!"

"Grass!"

This is no longer a joke.

Zhao Kang was confused. He had just arrived in the capital and was in trouble?
pedal!pedal!pedal!
Young Master Lin took the two or three young men around him upstairs. He didn't pay attention to Zhao Kang, and reached out to grab Xian'er beside him: "Go down with me, I spent so much money on you, why don't you Are you going to keep me company with this country bumpkin? Today, young master, I have to give you a bud!"

"Master Zhao, save me!" Xian'er shouted quickly.

Zhao Kang felt a headache. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, he couldn't pretend to be dead even if the girl asked for help, so he stepped forward and slapped Mr. Lin's hand away.

"Brother, this kind of thing has to be discussed on a first-come, first-served basis, right?"

(End of this chapter)