The five or six people who went upstairs wore turbans crookedly and opened their skirts, intentionally exposing their fluffy chests. Two of them had swords hanging from their waists. They didn't look like good people at first glance.
Everyone was listening with great interest, but they were interrupted by this group of people, and they were quite unhappy.
The yellow-faced man surnamed Wen shouted angrily: "Who are you? Stop causing trouble and get out."
The leader, the big black man, glanced at Wen Shizhi sideways, and said with a smile: "This gentleman, please stop meddling in other people's business."
Wei Shu screamed: "Boss Song, when did I owe you money?"
Song Ling said with a ferocious smile: "You owe Caixiaju eight thousand yuan, and the owner Yu has already transferred it to your servant. It is only natural to repay debts, Mrs. Wei, don't even think about defaulting on the debt."
Wei Shu was so angry that she burst into tears. She redeemed herself from Caixiazhong. She still owed no money, so she was clearly intending to blackmail her.
Yang Anxuan really couldn't stand it, so he stood up and walked up to the big black guy. Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the collar of the guy's clothes. He stepped away from his feet and shook his hands hard.
Unable to stand still, the big black man rushed forward "Deng Deng", overwhelming the screen, knocking over the tables inside, and fell to the ground.
Seeing the boss fall, the green men came up with their arms and sleeves rolled up to attack Yang Anxuan. How could Yang Anxuan be afraid of these stupid thieves? When the black man got up, these boys fell down one after another.
Song Ling looked at Yang Anxuan gloomily and sneered: "Boy, you got into trouble. You don't know who you offended. If you are smart, you can pay for the uncle's gift, otherwise you will be in big trouble."
Yang Anxuan laughed heartily and said, "Why don't you explain that a mere Wang Xu can't scare Yang."
Song Ling was startled when Yang Anxuan told him his background. He showed no fear when talking about Wang Neishi. Who is this person? Why don't Wang Xie Yuhuan and the children of the Sima family remember that there is such a person?
Feeling anxious, he asked, "Who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?"
"Hongnong Yang Anxuan."
When Song Ling heard that his surname was Yang, he was not from a high-class family at all. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Boy, if you have the guts, wait for me."
After the big black man and others left, Wang Tanheng and others lost interest and stood up to say goodbye.
Wei Shu learned half of "Asking the Moon" and said goodbye with great gratitude. Yang Anxuan and others went downstairs and returned to Guozixue.
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The Ding tribe in the capital mostly lives on the left side of Qingxi and in the north of Chaogou.
Chaogou is the moat in the north of the imperial city. Not far from Yanxi Gate, it is the residence of the Wang family in Taiyuan (1).
Song Ling had been squatting outside the gate of the palace for more than an hour. When he saw the sky darkening and the lantern in front of the mansion lighting up, he saw Wang Xu getting out of the bullock cart.
He quickly stood up, fearing that the guards would misunderstand him, he raised his hands first and shouted loudly: "Wang Neishi, Song Ling needs to see you for something."
Wang Xu glanced at Song Ling by the light of the lantern, and it took him a moment to remember who the big black man was. After whispering a few instructions to his entourage, he walked into the house with his sleeves swaying.
Song Ling didn't dare to make a mistake and waited eagerly for a moment before someone came forward to greet him and enter the palace through the corner gate.
It was hard to tell how big the palace was in the night. Long lanterns hung under the corridor, like lantern dragons, illuminating the red pillars and green tiles, and the eaves and window lattice were all ornately carved.
Servants and maids came and went constantly, carrying basins and dishes, their footsteps were hurried, and there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo. Song Ling walked on the bluestone corridor, not daring to let out her breath.
When he came to a side room, the servant asked him to wait here. Someone brought a few pieces of cooking cakes and a jar of water. Song Ling wolfed down the cooking cakes with cold water.
Less than half an hour passed when a maid summoned him. Walking through the corridor and across the courtyard, I came to a brightly lit house. I walked into the hall step by step and felt dazzled.
Not daring to look around, he quickly came to Wang Xu's table and prostrated himself on the ground.
Wang Xu was dining under the service of the two beauties. He glanced at Song Ling who was lying on the ground and said, "What's the matter?"
Song Ling told the story of tracking Mrs. Wei and being beaten by Yang Anxuan in Jixianju.
"Yang Anxuan, it's the Yang family again." Wang Xu angrily pushed away the concubine beside him, with old and new hatreds welling up in his heart.
Sweeping the dishes on the table to the floor, Wang Xu stood up angrily amid the exclamations of his concubine, gritting his teeth and saying, "It's annoying, it's hateful, it's hateful."
When he came to Song Ling's side, he raised his leg and kicked Song Ling, cursing: "You useless thing. How come you can't even beat a kid with a yellow mouth despite how much you boast about it."
Song Ling didn't dare to dodge and lay low on the ground.
Wang Xu kicked him a few times to vent his anger, then returned to the table and sat down. He stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, then said, "You secretly sent someone to keep an eye on Yang Anxuan."
Song Ling smiled bitterly and said, "I'm watching secretly. The boy named Yang left the restaurant and went back to Guozixue. I can't get in."
Wang Xudao: "Then you send someone to guard the gate of Guozixue and keep an eye on me. If you have any news, tell me as soon as possible. It will be of great benefit to you."
"Yes." Song Ling responded respectfully.
After Song Ling left, Wang Xu stood up and left the residence, heading towards Wang Guobao's house.
Wang Guobao originally built a private house next to the Qing Dynasty Palace. After being severely reprimanded by the emperor, he did not dare to live in a private house and moved back to live among the clan.
The courtyard was much deeper, and after walking for two-quarters of an hour, we arrived at Fengyu Hall where Wang Guobao lived.
There were many servants standing under the eaves outside the hall, standing with hands hanging down in silence. The lights in the lobby were bright, and the sound of singing and dancing of silk and bamboo could be heard.
Wang Xu had a close relationship with Wang Guobao, and all the servants standing there came forward to greet him. Wang Xu waved his sleeves and walked directly into the hall.
Wang Guobao was having a banquet, and there were several officials from the Zhongshu Province sitting on both sides of the hall. Qian Yi, secretary of the Zhongshu Province, Lang Xuli, the secretary, and Lang Yanli, the author, were all close associates of Wang Guobao.
Seeing Wang Xu, Wang Guobao smiled and said: "I just sent someone to invite you, didn't you say you couldn't come? Why are you here again?"
They were all acquaintances or members of the family. Wang Xu had no politeness and casually bowed his hands. He sat down on the empty seat on the right and said, "Something happened. You all know that Yu wants to take Lady Caixia Juwei as his concubine." Let’s do it.”
Yan Li held the cup and smiled: "More than a year has passed, but I didn't expect that Wang Neishi still misses her so much. He is such a passionate person."
Wang Guobao said with some displeasure: "Brother Xu, someone has already complained to the Yushitai about sending someone to deal with Wei Shu. Let's end the matter here. Don't bother us anymore. As a prostitute woman, it's not worth causing trouble." .”
Wang Xu cupped his hands and said: "Brother, Yu has allowed Madam Wei to return to Beijing to sing and let her go. But someone is holding on to this matter and wants to use Madam Wei to deal with Yu."
Wang Guobao sneered and said, "Who is so ignorant?"
"Yang Anxuan is the Yang Anxuan of the Yang family of the Hong family who was demoted one level by the King of Kuaiji and entered Guozixue."
Wang Xu looked at Wang Guobao's unhappy face and added jealously: "The Yang family took away the opportunity from my younger brother and insulted my brother's reputation. This kid Yang Anxuan caused trouble as soon as he came to Beijing. If my brother doesn't teach him a lesson, he will look bad." The Wang family is afraid of his Yang family."
Wang Guobao sneered coldly and said: "You are a nobody, not worth mentioning. Brother Xu, have a few more drinks."
Wang Xu was familiar with Wang Guobao's habits and knew that he had remembered it in his heart. He stopped talking and raised his glass to have a drink with Qian Yi and others.
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On the 28th, there was a meeting in the east hall of the palace to discuss the matter of "King Gui of Wei rebelled against Yan, and Dai and Yan were fighting."
Xu Miao, the Minister of Zhongshu (promoted by Prince Zuowei), said: "It is in the court's interest for the enemy countries to fight each other, so I ordered the three governors Yu, Wang, and Xi to be on guard secretly and sit back and watch their defeat."
Sima Daozi brushed the dust and said calmly: "My brother also means the same thing."
Shangshu Zuopu shot Wang Xun and said with a smile: "Murong Chui, the leader of the puppet Yan Kingdom, was nearly seventy years old. This time he was fighting with Dai State. I heard that his prince Murong Bao was commanding the army. Murong Bao was indecisive, so he led the army to fight with the Wei Lord and won. The negative is still two things."
Everyone had been discussing for more than half an hour. Sima Yao was a little impatient and said: "In this case, the court will stay still and wait and see what happens. You have been working hard on state affairs. Today I will hold a banquet in the west hall, and we, the king and the ministers, will have a good drink."
In the West Hall, during the banquet, singing and dancing began. After a few songs were sung, Sima Daozi said: "The song "Farewell" by Yang Anxuan has been sung recently in Beijing. I wonder if Long Live has ever heard it."
Sima Yao smiled and said: "I have heard it. This song does not fit the rhythm, but it is natural, fresh, and pleasant to the ear. Since Brother Wang mentioned it, let's sing "Farewell"."
After singing the song, everyone sighed.
Xu Miao heard it for the first time and sighed: "This song is sad but not sad. The lyrics are euphemistic and beautiful. It is full of affection for farewell. It is very wonderful. Is it a new song composed by Yang Anxuan? Has he studied in Guozi?"
Wang Guobao snorted coldly and said: "This Yang Anxuan is young, frivolous, and arrogant. When he first entered the capital, he competed and gambled with others at the Flower House on the Qinhuai River. This corrupted the public morals. He needs to be ordered to sacrifice wine to discipline him and strictly control him. "
Since Wang Guobao flattered the emperor, Sima Daozi disliked Wang Guobao. When he saw Wang Guobao scolding Yang Anxuan, he laughed and said: "The king's secretariat is a bit exaggerated. Yang Anxuan's fight with others is just a celebrity. At that time, Taiwei Xie was carrying prostitutes in Dongshan." And traveling is a good story."
Sima Yao asked with great interest: "What's going on in Shenghuaju Douqu? Tell me about it."
After Sima Daozi told the story, Sima Yao smiled and said: "This is an elegant matter. I wonder if Yang Anxuan has any new works recently?"
Seeing that the emperor had no intention of blaming him, Wang Guobao continued to argue: "I heard that Yang Anxuan had a big fight with people in Jixian Residence two days ago. A student of Guozixue did not study hard and spent all his time fighting in prostitutes and restaurants. He is very competitive, and if he is not strictly controlled, I am afraid it will go against Wanzai's love for his talent."
Xu Miao frowned. He didn't appreciate Yang Anxuan's celebrity style, and said: "Long live, the Imperial Academy exams are not rigorous. We need to strengthen control, otherwise how can we cultivate talents."
Sima Yao thought to himself that Guozixue just threw those children of nobles into studying to prevent them from causing trouble in the capital. As for whether they would succeed or not, their parents would have to worry about it.
During the incident, Wang Tanheng smiled and said: "Long live, that day when Yang Anxuan was fighting in Jixianju, I happened to be there and heard half of Yang Anxuan's new song."
"Oh, is there only half a song?" Sima Yao didn't care about Yang Anxuan's fight at all, but was very interested in half of the new song, and asked: "Wang Qing, do you remember it?"
Wang Tanheng nodded and sang the first half of "Asking the Moon". Sima Yao listened with his head swaying, looking intoxicated.
After Wang Tanheng finished singing, Sima Yao said with a smile: "I am very happy that this song is so bold and heroic, especially "Farewell". Wang Qing, if you get the second half of the song, please play it to me immediately."
Wang Xu did not tell Wang Guobao the truth about the fight in Jixianju, so Wang Guobao asked: "Since Wang was in Jixianju that day during the incident, you might as well tell us about the situation that day."
Wang Tanheng smiled but did not speak.
Wang Guobao cupped his hands to Sima Yao and said: "Long live, please let me know more clearly so that we can discuss the matter."
Sima Yao felt very comfortable being welcomed by Wang Guobao. He still had to give face to his ministers. He smiled and said: "In this case, Wang Qing might as well say something."
Wang Tanheng sneered in his heart. Wang Guobao shot himself in the foot and recounted the situation at that time.
Wang Guobao's face was livid, and he cursed Wang Xu in his heart for not telling him the truth, failing to achieve anything but failing.
Sima Daozi shook his head and sneered: "King Zhongshu Ling, it seems that the people who need to be strictly controlled are members of your Wang family."
Sima Yao laughed and said: "Wang Qing, sing "Asking the Moon" again. Musician, write down the lyrics. I will listen to the music and drink to the moon tonight."
