Chapter 508 Marquis of Wuyang, the old man is willing to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds

   "Baiqi went to Yao Yun's house last night and stayed there for about a quarter of an hour." Ma Song smiled and said: "They think they are very secretive, but they don't know that everything is in our eyes."

  This is Ma's house, Ma Song and some friends are having a party.

  The brother Wang was also there, he laughed out loud, and then gasped, "They must have gone to investigate the hidden household in your family, right?"

  Ma Song looked strange, "Yes, but those places are empty, and the lost appearance of that Baiqi before leaving has been seen."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  Everyone burst out laughing.

   "Where will they investigate next?" Brother Wang pondered, "Will they investigate your home?"

"It's very possible." Ma Song said calmly: "But the Ma family has nothing, even if they dig three feet, they can't find anything that violates the law, hey! I forgot one thing, there is A Silla maid, it seems that she hasn't registered with the county yet."

Brother Wang smiled and said: "He will be arrested if he has the ability. Those Silla maidservants have been smuggled in, and many of them have not been registered. Everyone knows it well. The homes of those powerful and important officials will also have them. If a large number are pulled out, His Majesty will also have a headache. .”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  After the crowd dispersed, Ma Song called the steward, "Are those who know hidden households safe?"

  The steward said: "Don't worry, sir, it's early spring, and many fields in the family need to be inspected, and they have all dispersed."

  Ma Song smiled, "It's safe. In addition...Wen Chunli did a good job this time. After Baiqi leaves, remember to prepare a generous gift, and I will deliver it in person."

"yes."

  Ma Song said with emotion: "As a human being, you must never get carried away with complacency. You must remember love when others have helped you. This is how the friendship is accumulated. You come and go, and finally we share weal and woe. This is our foundation."

  He looked up at the roof, and said comfortably: "This matter is over, and I should stop. The family will not accept any more hermits within five years."

  In the corner of the roof, a spider is desperately weaving a web, and the web is getting bigger and bigger...

  …

   Jia Ping'an is waiting.

   Naturally, he didn't need him to investigate Wen Chunli. The movement was too loud, and it was easy to attract attention.

  Ming Jing did not go shopping, but waited together very dedicatedly.

   "I thought, I should be decisive at this time!"

An hour later, Ming Jing made a suggestion that she had been thinking about all night, "Those hidden households can't escape, and those who know the inside are nothing more than the handlers of the Ma family. The stewards can escape, but it is impossible for them all to leave. know."

   Jia Ping'an couldn't help secretly praising the well-organized words.

   "And then?"

   "Quietly take down the butler!"

   "It's a good idea." Jia Ping'an felt that Ming Jing had made great progress, "Our people have been keeping an eye on Ma's house, but the housekeeper can't run away when he goes out. But so far, he has been hiding at home."

   Poor me, I thought of such a good idea, but it was useless!

   "I heard that Chunli is not easy to search, so we can't search directly, right? That breaks the rules."

   Without the decision of the court, once Baiqi takes action, it will be fruitless...

  Jia Ping'an said seriously: "If something goes wrong, Xiao Ming, can you carry it? The brothers of Baiqi will remember you."

   "I will offer incense to me every year and festival, right?"

  Ming Jing sneered and said: "You have gone astray in this matter, you should have seized the Ma family with thunderous means from the very beginning. So what if Ma You is the governor?"

   This **** is suitable for Dongchang!

   Jia Pingan shook his head.

   "Marquis of Wuyang!"

  A hundred riders came in, "Chang'an has news."

"how?"

   Jia Ping'an's heart moved.

   "Wen Chunli's son spent a lot of money in Chang'an, but he had no income at all, and the Wen family didn't have much land..."

   "Where does the money come from?"

   "Wen Chunli!"

   "Catch him!" Ming Jing blushed, "Sure enough, I said there was something wrong with that person!"

  She boasted to herself for a while, and found that the surroundings were very quiet.

   Bao Dong lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

   Lei Hong pulled his beard, as if not comfortable.

   Jia Pingan looked at her sideways, the frowning...

  This... seems to be proposed by Jia Pingan!

  Ming Jing felt guilty, but she did not lose the battle, "I also said that Wen Chunli has problems."

  I don't care about girls!

  Jia Ping'an asked: "During Wen Chunli's official career, the Ma family played a role."

  Na Baiqi nodded, "Wen Chunli was Ma You's subordinate back then, and he was well received by Ma You."

  Ming Jing frowned, "This is a matter of the Ministry of Officials, how did you find out?"

   "No need to ask this."

  Jia Pingan rudely interrupted Ming Jing's inquiry, got up and said, "Go and find out where Wen Chunli is."

  …

   "The spring is beautiful, today we are waiting here to gather, climb high and look far, Guanzhong has a panoramic view..."

  On Saga Mountain, dozens of men are gathering, shivering from the cold, but looking free and easy.

   "Please ask Wen Mingfu for advice!"

  By the side, Wen Chunli was sitting peacefully, with wine and food in front of him, and a prostitute beside him. When the cold wind from the top of the mountain blew, he couldn't help but sneezed.

He got up and said: "Saga Mountain is high and steep, and you can see far from it. It is rumored that Guiguzi taught the art of war here, and Lao Tzu gave lectures here. Today, all the talents are here, and there should be poems handed down to the world. If it is good, the old man should make it famous. "

  Visiting Mount Saga in the first month is a common practice that has arisen in recent years, and local officials are also happy to preside over such elegant events to make a name for themselves.

  The dozens of people here are the most outstanding group of scholars in Yunyang County, and they can't help but be eager to try.

  In the later period, there were many poems and prose, and Wen Chunli either praised or encouraged him, showing the demeanor of an elder.

  There were servants cooking wine and serving it, and everyone raised their glasses and drank.

  A small official hurried up the mountain to look at the prostitute.

  Wen Chunli laughed and said, "What is there not to say to others?"

   These words are grand, but how do prostitutes survive? Serving people in Israel is only the foundation, what is more important is to observe words and feelings.

  The female prostitute stood up and said, "Slave, go to the side to have a look."

  Wen Chunli looked at the crowd and smiled slightly. The little official leaned over, "Mingfu, Baiqi went to the county office and asked where you were going."

   "What? Baiqi?" Wen Chunli raised his voice.

  What is the most important thing to be an official?

  The first is the emperor's value, and the second is reputation. In many cases, fame is more important than the emperor's value. For example, Hai Rui of Ming Dynasty is known as the first iron in Ming Dynasty, and the emperor can't do anything about it.

  Baiqi's reputation has not been good in the past year or so. Under the spread of thoughtful people, Baiqi has become a vicious dog, serving the emperor and doing some shameful things.

  So when Wen Chunli mentioned Baiqi, everyone immediately stopped their glasses to pay attention.

  The little official was stunned, and then his professionalism played a role. His voice was loud, but he didn't seem to be very deliberate, "Mingfu, Baiqi went to the county to find your whereabouts."

   Well done!

Wen Chunli gave him an admiring look, and then said indifferently with disdain: "Baiqi is here, all I can do is to stand on the sidelines. At this moment, I am here to gather with you sages, not to mention Baiqi, even if it is Baiqi. It is Jia Ping'an who is here, and the old man can only let him wait by the side."

  This posture is so wonderful, if it is a future generation, it will be: Commander of Jin Yiwei? He is also worthy to see the old man? Let him go!

  Everyone couldn't help applauding.

   "That Baiqi is a vicious dog, we should beat him with a dog-beating stick."

   "If Baiqi comes, I will ignore it."

   "Baiqi arrived in the city yesterday, and immediately searched around, looking at the vicious man."

   "So what? It's just a vicious dog."

   "However, Jia Ping's personal poetry is unparalleled!"

   Nima!

  The atmosphere of fighting against each other immediately became embarrassing.

  We are writing poems here, so if Jia Pingan comes, who would dare to compete with him?

  Wen Chunli said with a smile: "What you need to write a poem is the artistic conception. You can just write it. If a bad guest comes, the old man will send it away."

   This gesture attracted everyone's admiration.

  So I continued to drink wine and dance, and when I drank too much, I hugged a prostitute, and suddenly my hormones spurted wildly...

   "I have it!"

   "I have it too!"

   Halfway up the mountain, Jia Pingan led more than ten hundred riders up the mountain.

  Mount Saga looks quite steep from the bottom of the mountain, but it is not difficult to climb.

   "This is the rumored place where Guiguzi taught the art of war."

   At this moment, there are legends about the famous rivers and great rivers, which can be traced back to before the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, which makes people fascinated leisurely.

   "Really?"

   Bao Dong was moved.

  Jia Pingan nodded, Bao Dong slowed down, and after everyone went up, he knelt quietly, "I beg Guiguzi to bless me as a famous general..."

   Lei Hong turned around and shouted: "Bao Dong is praying."

  Everyone burst into laughter.

   "Bitch!"

   Bao Dong followed up with a face of indifference, "I'm just expressing my feelings."

   Men are big talkers!

   Ming Jing was very disdainful.

  The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty dazzled future generations: army, culture...

  Later Tang Dezong died and was buried in Mount Saga. The Wa Kingdom sent Tang envoys to follow the funeral. Seeing Mount Saga and the majestic mausoleum, one could not help but be amazed. He went back to brag to the Emperor, and the Wa Kingdom was fascinated by it...

That's all, but it can't hold back the then prince of the Wa Kingdom, Shen Ye, who has worshiped the Tang Dynasty since then. After succeeding to the throne, he named himself Emperor Saga, built a palace and named it Saga Temple, and made the entire Wa Kingdom extremely Tang-like. Learn from Datang, from etiquette clothes, architectural living habits...

   That is the complete Tangization of the Wa Kingdom.

  When they saw those drunken people, someone pointed to Jia Pingan and said, "Here we come! Mingfu, Baiqi is here, and the vicious dog is here!"

  An official got up and came over, turned his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Take a rest today, I have business to come back tomorrow."

  In this era, there is no such thing as working overtime. Those people watched this scene with a smile, and someone whispered: "I climbed Mount Saga for nothing, and people like Baiqi will probably vomit blood in anger."

   Jia Ping'an glanced over and saw that Chunli was sitting there toasting for a drink, and kicked the official out with one kick.

  The officials fell to the ground and screamed, and the men who were acting deliberately were stunned. Wen Chunli sneered and said, "What does Marquis Wuyang mean by this? Do you think that Yunyang County is a small place, so you can do anything reckless?"

   This is the skill of speaking!

  You are placed in the position of being unreasonably provocative at the beginning, and then you can’t be too critical.

  Jia Pingan walked over, "It's so lively. I heard that the Ming Mansion is here today for a high-level meeting, and the sages gathered here. I think it's quite proud. Jia came to be an uninvited guest. May I ask what the topic is today?"

   Silence!

  No one dared to say what the title of today's poem is.

   Is my reputation so big?

   Then who will I look for to pretend to compare?

  Jia Pingan smiled, "Since no one dares to write a poem before Jia, then today's party is over."

   "Why?" A man who drank too much hiccupped, "Baiqi is proud of Chang'an, but this is Yunyang County, why? I'm going to drink and write poems here, it's none of your business!"

"well said!"

   For a moment, he was aggressive.

  Jia Ping'an walked up to Wen Chunli, "Since Baiqi arrived in Yunyang County, you've been obedient and obedient. Do you really think Jia doesn't know?"

   "Surrounded, no one is allowed to leave!"

   Baiqi drew his sword and immediately surrounded the place.

   Those whores are screaming but smart enough to get together and stay away from these 'sages'

   Someone had a livid face, "Jia Pingan, what are you going to do?"

  Wen Chunli looked at Jia Ping'an, thinking why did this person go up the mountain suddenly?

   Could it be that Ma Song made a mistake?

   It shouldn't be!

  And Ma Song made a mistake, he will definitely report it as soon as possible, so that the old man can quickly cover it up.

  Since Ma Song's people did not come, it means that there is nothing wrong with it.

   Then he...

  Wen Chunli glanced at Jia Pingan, thinking that most likely he was angry because he couldn't find any clues.

  I heard that Baiqi was quite proud of being in Chang'an City, but when he came to the small place of Yunyang County, he encountered obstacles everywhere.

  Is this here to find the old man to lose his temper?

  Can you bear it?

  Why endure?

Thinking of this, Wen Chunli said coldly: "What's the meaning of Marquis Wuyang? You shouldn't beat the officials if the matter is not done well. The old man didn't want to care about it, but today everyone is watching. If he endured it, the elders of Yunyang County will surely I will scold the old man for being incompetent, so tomorrow the old man will play impeachment..."

   This person really has a good psychological quality, at least much better than Ming Jing.

  Ming Jing was glanced at by him, feeling baffled.

   Could this **** want me to scold him?

  Then what should I say?

  The righteousness is awe-inspiring, but I still hate evil... This is my first time in Baiqi, so I must think about it.

  Wen Chunli slowly raised the wine glass, Jia Pingan waved it away, and when the wine glass fell to the ground, Wen Chunli was furious.

   Someone shouted: "Today we will advance and retreat with Wenming Mansion!"

   "The humiliation of Baiqi is too great, we must not retreat lightly today!"

   Bao Dong stepped forward, "Marquis Wuyang, I've searched all around, and there's no one hiding."

Because he was worried that someone would go to Ma's house to report the news, Baiqi came up and searched around, and what Jia Ping'an had been waiting for was the news. Hearing this, he grinned and asked, "Wenming's government is clean and honest, but your son is in Chang'an." The city spends money like water, people call it Thirteenth Brothel, how dare you ask Wenming Mansion, where does your son get all the money he spends?"

  He went to check on me?

  In Wen Chunli's opinion, Jia Ping'an should hold on to Ma Song and return to Chang'an in embarrassment.

  His eyelids twitched, "Dog... the old man hasn't asked about his personal affairs recently."

   But his heart was beating faster and faster.

   That rebel!

   "Do you want to admit it?"

   Jia Pingan clapped his hands, "Bring it up!"

   Two hundred riders came up with a middle-aged man.

   "Alang!"

  The person who came was the housekeeper of Chang'an Wenjia.

  Wen Chunli's body trembled, and he reached out to touch the people around him.

  But the people around him avoided him like snakes and scorpions, so he missed it and fell headfirst.

   "You... you actually went to check my house?"

  As far as the matter is concerned, Baiqi's downfall is a matter of the Chama family's seclusion. What does it have to do with him Wen Chunli?

  So Wen Chunli never thought that Jia Ping'an would point the finger at him.

"I didn't want to check you, but the accompanying Zhongguan went to the market to investigate, but you sent people to follow him, and then whichever house he entered, the price of any house would be reduced. Even if you want to flatter, but you are a county Ling, where did you get so much money?"

  Wen Chunli took a look at Ming Jing, his heart ached... his intestines were green with regret.

  Ming Jing was stunned.

   It turned out that the cheap goods were all thanks to Wen Chunli?

  This stupid woman must be secretly happy.

   Do you want to say that it is stolen money?

  Jia Pingan was thinking of playing tricks.

   "I'm just here to compose poems for fun today!" A man got up, cupped his hands and said, "Please ask Marquis Wuyang to investigate!"

  Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, drawing a clear line with Wen Chunli.

   "Take it!"

  Two hundred riders went up to take down Wen Chunli, and he shouted: "The old man who is a hermit in Ma Song's family knows that those household registrations are all forfeited by the old man. Marquis Wuyang, the old man is willing to take the crime and make meritorious service!"

  Wen Chunli, who used to look like an elder, is now kneeling and yelling like a mangy dog.

   "You wait here, you can go down the mountain after two hours, otherwise you will be guilty of the same crime as Wen Chunli!"

   This group of small shrimps, Jia Pingan, was not interested in cleaning up, so he turned and went down the mountain.

Those people were stunned for a long time, and someone sighed: "First, Yao Yun, the county captain, took people to investigate the hidden house of Ma Song's family, and they were beaten out. It is not a trivial matter to beat an official, but Wen Chunli took the initiative to cover it up. Now it seems that Yao Yun I'm afraid Yun's case was intentional, just to get him!"

   "It must be so!"

"Everyone thought that Baiqi would find Ma Song's bad luck, but Ma Song was safe and sound. I heard that he had a big banquet yesterday, and he was very proud. I didn't expect that Jia Ping'an had sent someone to investigate Wen Chunli's family in Chang'an. It is to repair the plank road in the open, and to keep the warehouse in the dark."

   "Everyone." A young man said embarrassingly: "Before I thought that this person was only mediocre, and that he would humiliate himself by going up the mountain, but when he slapped Wen Chunli with a slap, I was actually frightened."

   "Me too, before he suddenly changed his face, I wanted to run."

  He was terrified here, but those prostitutes walked to the side and watched Baiqi go down the mountain.

   "I only heard about Wuyang Hou's poems and Ci Wushuang before. Today, when he went up the mountain, he just asked a question, and the great talents present were silent. Only then did I know that their previous disdain was just sternness."

   "His song Red Bean is my favorite, but unfortunately I can't invite him to compose a poem today. It would be great if I could compose one, and Saga Mountain will have another legend in the future."

  The men sighed for a while, and someone said: "There is still more time, let them sing and dance?"

  Everyone responded one after another, the prostitutes came back with very professional ethics, and one of them was blessed, "I want to ask you gentlemen about something."

  But all men have the problem of being good teachers, and the more beautiful women ask for advice, the more excited they are.

   "Just say it."

  The wine was full, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.

  The prostitute asked: "How can I ask the Marquis of Wuyang to write a poem?"

   Everyone was eagerly waiting to show off in front of the beautiful woman, but this question left people speechless. It was like when the heat was already in full swing, the woman suddenly asked, "Do you know why those beauties like Jia Ping'an?"

   Whenever a man hears such words, he is basically discouraged.

  Seeing that they don't speak, the prostitute is inevitably disappointed.

  A prostitute sighed: "I know about this."

  Happy body of the prostitute, "Also ask for advice...I'll buy you a drink later."

"It's easy to say." The prostitute's eyes revealed memories, "That was last year. You know that I have been in Chang'an a few years ago and made some friends. Last summer, a friend found a businessman to marry, and we went home together. Yunyang County came to see me to say goodbye, and mentioned the matter of Chang'an..."

  There was more longing in her eyes, "She said that the most favorite person in Chang'an brothel is Wuyanghou. As long as Wuyanghou goes, he will definitely leave poems. Moreover, he never contemplates poetry, and he can get it after a little thought."

  This is a bit shocking.

  A man said indifferently: "Jia Pingan has written a lot of poems, all of which are famous. If you can get it after a little thought, isn't it a poet? It's ridiculous."

  The female prostitute Fushen said seriously: "I shouldn't argue with you, but Wuyang Hou Dacai is the consensus of my brothel girls. Your husband said that this matter is false...Do you know that Shangguan is a young prisoner?"

  Everyone laughed, "Shangguan Shaojian is very good at poetry, known as Shangguan style, how can I not know?"

The female prostitute smiled slightly, "That year when Shangguan and Shaojian went out with prostitutes, there were many talented people in Chang'an who chanted poems and had fun together. I invited the Marquis of Wuyang to go. Some people said that the poems of the two people can be bright for a while, and they can be used for poetry. Now, the Marquis of Wuyang composes a poem in no time, and the Shangguan Shaojian is willing to bow down."

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