Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Waiter, a pot of tea, a seat by the window, and some refreshments."

Huang Rong lowered her voice, her voice neutral and full of magnetism.

Wu Gong felt itchy after hearing this, and couldn't help but look at Huang Rong secretly.

Choosing a table against the wall, Wu Gong and Mie Mie sat face to face, while Huang Rong sat on the side of Wu Gong.

It would be too conspicuous for the crowd to gather together, so they dispersed and dispersed into several teahouses, patrolling the possible Baturu.

Wu Gong was naturally with Huang Rong, and Yan Mie also followed.

Originally, Wu Gong and the others were planning to act alone, but Miejie was a little embarrassed to stay with Li Qingluo.

After all, what happened last night made her feel very ashamed when she came back to her senses.

I always felt that the way Li Qingluo looked at me was strange.

Wu Gong pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversations of the guests around him.

The location they chose is very good. Although it is in the corner, you can observe the movements of the entire second floor as soon as you stand up. More importantly, you can directly observe the main entrance of the tea house through the window, which is a place where you can see with your eyes. A great place to listen to all directions.

And since they were in the innermost part of the teahouse, it was impossible to spot them without looking carefully.

"I heard that a group of Qinhuai thin horses have recently arrived in Liuyanfang. Brother Fang, aren't you going to take a look?"

"Oh, really? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

"Cousin, what is a thin horse?"

"Girls, don't ask questions, just drink tea."

Wu Gong immediately locked the direction from which the sound came.

They were two men not far away from them. They didn't speak with Southern Fujian accents, and their tone of voice was more like northerners. They both looked like young men from rich families. One was slightly thinner and had a high bun on his head. One was slightly shorter, with sinister eyebrows, and looked a bit wretched. There was also a young girl sitting on their table. She looked innocent and cute, but she was a bit dark and had some freckles on her face, but she was tall and had an extraordinary temperament.

On a table not far from them, there were several clothed men sitting, who should be the escorts of the wealthy young men at this table. Among them was a man with bulging temples, a burning gaze, and his knuckles were swollen like balls. , covered with calluses.

Since the Manchus occupied the north, many people in the north fled to the south.

Therefore, it is normal for rich kids with northern accents to appear here.

Wu Gong suddenly felt a pain in his calf, and then saw Huang Rong staring at him fiercely.

Grinning.

Wu Gong asked in a low voice: "Godmother? What is a thin horse?"

"Bah!" Huang Rong immediately spat: "I don't know!"

Extinction also turned red.

Obviously, they all know what a thin horse is.

Of course Wu Gong also knew that, after all, thin horses were a specialty of this era.

Among them, Yangzhou's thin horses are the most famous.

The reason for this is that the Jiangnan area has developed commerce and there are many rich people, so various hobbies will naturally arise.

The thin horse is one of them.

However, not all poor people can be selected.

In fact, thin horses also have a set of standards, just like the courtesan, there are seven standards such as "thin, small, pointed, curved, fragrant, soft, and upright". The purpose is to select the best among them. Not only that, the selected ones Thin horses are also divided into three, six or nine grades.

Chen Yuanyuan can also be regarded as a thin horse to a certain extent.

And this Liuyanfang is where Chen Yuanyuan set up a stage to sing.

Or in other words, she drove it.

"So this is Shouma, but I can't afford to go to Liuyanfang."

"Yes, since Liu Yanfang changed its owner, it is no longer a place that people like us from a small family can afford to go." The slightly wretched-looking rich man sighed: "I remember when I was in the north, Our Zhao family can be considered a powerful family, with thousands of acres of fertile land, dozens of treasures and antiques, pawn shops, and restaurants, and an inexhaustible income of 100,000 taels a year. But this damn thing is full of money. After the Qing Dynasty came, I had nothing left and could only rely on some small businesses my father had run in the south in the early years to make ends meet."

While listening to the words, Wu Gong raised his legs and stretched them towards the opposite side.

(happy to hear and see)

"Well, I heard from my father that the imperial court has already resumed the Northern Expedition to regain the lost territory."

"Oh, he was driven out like a dog back then. Half of the territory was occupied by the Mongols and the Manchus. He still wanted to regain the lost land and have his big dream of the Spring and Autumn Period! But I heard that the Duke of Wu was planning to sign a treaty with Dali and Tubo. The alliance will introduce Tibetan and Dali soldiers into Fujian."

"Wu Guogong signed an alliance with Dali and Tubo? Isn't this against the rules? He can only be regarded as a vassal king at most."

"Don't you understand this? Fujian's maritime trade is prosperous, and Wu Guogong is very wealthy. He has long been unwilling to be the king of the Song Dynasty?"

"He wants to rebel?"

"Brother, you just don't understand. Nowadays, the Manchu Qing Dynasty is powerful and has the potential to sweep the world. Mongolia is still watching from the northwest. The main reason why the Manchu Qing Dynasty did not dare to continue to invade the south is because of Mongolia. If it weren't for the Manchu Qing Dynasty, There have been constant frictions and wars with Mongolia. As for the Southern Song Dynasty, it was in a state of decay. Under such circumstances, of course Wu Guogong also wanted to find a way out on his own."

"Hmph, I still feel unhappy. Duke Wu is just a rebel who became a monk halfway. That is, the court was weak, so he was given the status of a vassal king. Does he also want to take over the Central Plains and become the common leader of the world? I think he is like this It’s a big spring and autumn dream.”

"Shh! You are crazy and have forgotten that this is Fujian." The speaker deliberately lowered his voice, but then said: "Whoever has more money these days will be more powerful? I heard that even those who have been in the north and All the Dashun camps that were fighting in the Qing Dynasty have surrendered to Duke Wu."

"Dashun Camp, what is that?"

"The camp leader of Dashun Camp is named Yuan Chengzhi. He was originally a rebel. Later he raised the banner of anti-Qing and attracted many people in the north to respond. The imperial court also wanted to recruit him many times, but he has always been I don’t agree, this guy killed a lot of high-ranking Manchu and Tatar officials in the north, he is very powerful, and a few months ago he even defeated the Xiaozi Camp of the Eight Banners Cavalry in the north near Bianjing.”

"Oh, it's just a local chicken and a tile dog!" At this moment, a young man's voice came from another corner of the teahouse. This young man looked handsome, but his hair was extremely long, and it was not curled into a bun, but casually The hair is draped behind her back, her hair is winding and there are faint traces of being tied up with a rope for a long time.

This young man's face was full of anger, as if he looked down on Yuan Chengzhi.

There were burly men sitting on several tables around him.

Hug him in the middle, as if his status is very noble.

In addition, the hair of these sturdy men is also loose and curled.

Wu Gong just glanced at it and raised his eyebrows.

Mie Mie also slowly retracted his feet.

Obviously, Huang Rong and Mie Mie were also aware of the identities of those people. They all stopped, adjusted their breathing, and began to pay attention to the movements in the distance.

The blush on Huang Rong's face has not dissipated, but her eyes are already filled with murderous intent.

These people should be Manchus!

After all, only Manchus can wear rat braids, and the longer the braids are combed, the harder it is to erase the traces.

Even though his hair is disheveled, he can still see some clues.

"Yeah!" The rich man who was interrupted became a little angry.

Even if you have different opinions, what does your chatting have to do with you?

"Brother, you seem very unconvinced?"

"Of course I'm not convinced. You say how powerful Yuan Chengzhi is, but in my opinion, he is just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Oh, why did you say that?"

"His Dashun Camp was defeated by the Xiaozi Camp of the Qing Dynasty and the Manchu Qing Dynasty in the north. He fled to the south in embarrassment. In order to survive on the way, he deliberately left thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled on the road to delay. He managed to escape to the south by luck. He still had the nerve to claim that he had won a great victory and deliberately spread false news. He had the nerve to brag about the livelihood he earned by relying on the old, weak, sick and disabled. He was really shameless." The young man had a look of disdain on his face. The words are full of praise for the Manchu and Qing Dynasties.

"Ha! I wonder what your surname is, brother?"

"Are you qualified to ask me my name?" The young man sneered again, picked up the tea cup, tasted it in small sips, and then smiled at the girl: "However, if this little lady asks me, I will I’d love to tell you.”

When the man surnamed Zhao saw the young man staring directly at his cousin while speaking, he couldn't hold back the anger he had been suppressing in his heart.

However, he saw that there were more guards around the other party than his own, and his status must be very noble, and he was a little timid, so he could only say coldly: "Brother, please respect yourself."

After hearing this, the young man's face showed sarcasm again: "So you are a coward. When you see me teasing your sister, you actually ask me to respect myself? From your accent, I am afraid you are from the north. Such a coward is really shameful." By the way, you are a northerner."

After hearing what the young man said, the other man at the same table couldn't bear it anymore, because he was also from the north.

"Your Excellency, you are so arrogant and domineering in broad daylight. It seems that you lacked tutors in the past. Let me teach you today what etiquette is?"

While they were talking, the two groups were already confronting each other.

The girl wanted to stop her, but how could she stop her?

The young man suddenly threw the tea cup in his hand, stopped pretending, opened his mouth and cursed loudly: "What the hell, I want you to teach me? Take them down, I want that little lady to warm my bed today!"

"yes!"

The two groups fought fiercely, and other customers fled one after another. The shopkeeper and the waiter went upstairs to stop them, but they were afraid that the sword had no eyes, so they could only cry on the sidelines without tears.

Only Wu Gong and the others did not move, watching with cold eyes.

This small scene poses no threat to the three of them at all, so they sit quietly on the Diaoyutai and enjoy this good show.