"Hey, if you don't mind that young man on horseback, you can live with me."
Just when Zhu Pingan got on his horse and was about to find an inn to stay, he suddenly heard a deep and hoarse voice coming from behind him.
In an inn filled with ridicules and eye-rolls, this voice was very abrupt.
Out of curiosity, Zhu Ping'an pulled the horse's reins, turned its head, and looked in the direction of the inn following the sound.
The person who spoke was a man with a Chinese character face who was about 1.75 meters tall. He was in his thirties. He was dressed simply, but he looked upright. He stood there like an unsheathed sword.
Although this man was dressed simply, the staff at the inn were very respectful to him. Perhaps compliments and flattery would be more appropriate.
Therefore, Zhu Pingan became a little curious about this person.
"It's not what I asked for. After a long drought, there is rain, and it's too late to thank him." Zhu Pingan turned over and dismounted, bowed to the man from a distance, and thanked him loudly with a smile.
"Hahaha, you are an interesting young man, and my room is quite spacious." The man smiled, then turned to the station staff standing beside him and asked in a positive tone, "Is it against the rules for me to do this? Do you need to report back to Yi Cheng?"
After hearing the man's question, the staff at the post station had complimentary smiles on their faces. They shook their heads and said, "It's not against the rules. There's no need to bother Mr. Yi Cheng with such a trivial matter. Mr. Yang is really old-fashioned and warm-hearted."
The man was not impressed by the compliments from the inn staff at all. He didn't even have the intention to deal with it. He turned around and didn't even look at the inn staff again.
"My lord, thank you very much." Zhu Ping'an led the horse to the man's side and once again expressed his gratitude.
"It's just a little effort." The man waved his hand nonchalantly.
After saying a few words, Zhu Pingan followed the instructions of the inn staff, put the horses in the inn stable, and then followed the man to his room with the package on his back.
This inn is much better than the inn where Zhu Pingan lived in the past. The buildings in the inn are much cleaner and wider, and even much better than most inns. The room this person lives in is almost one of the best rooms in the inn. The room is a two-entry suite. The outer room is slightly smaller, and the inner room is the master bedroom, which is much more spacious.
"You can rest here." The man led Zhu Ping'an outside. "I can't live in two rooms by myself anyway."
Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands and thanked him.
The clothes this man wore were not much better than his own. They were very simple. He probably wasn't from a very good family either. He stopped at the door of the inn, probably because he was dressed simply. Feel some compassion.
I just don’t know what position this person holds. Judging from the flattering and flattering behavior of the inn staff, this person must have an unusual status.
"Thank you so much, sir. I am late-born Zhu Pingan, from Anqing Prefecture. I haven't asked you for your name yet. I hope you will be safe in the future. Thank you sir." After Zhu Pingan put the things outside, he bowed his hands to the man.
"This is not worth thanking. Anyway, I can't live in two rooms alone. I think you are a good candidate at a young age, and your future will be limitless. These people in the post station are the best at taking advantage of the high and taking the low. You don't need to take it to heart. My last name is Yang, my cousin is Zhongfang. Don’t call me elder brother or younger brother. If you are older than me, just call me Brother Yang."
Yang Zhongfang smiled and shook his head, patted Zhu Pingan on the shoulder, and pointed to himself.
Yang Zhongfang?
After hearing these three words Yang Zhongfang. Zhu Pingan was shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning. During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, who had the surname Yang and the given name Zhongfang? Could it be said that it was Yang Jisheng, known as "the most powerful man in the Ming Dynasty"?
As for why Yang Jisheng is said to be the most powerful man in the Ming Dynasty, there is a reason. The officials of the Ming Dynasty were famous for their reputation rather than their lives. From the emperor to the officials, no one dared to scold them. Yang Jisheng and Yang Lian are the representatives of this group of fierce people, and they are the fiercest ones among this group of fierce people. Although Yang Jisheng is not a Yanguan, he often does Yanguan's work, so it is not unreasonable to classify him as a Yanguan.
Yang Jisheng comes from a farming family and even herded cattle when he was a child. He didn't enter school until he was thirteen, but he won the imperial examination in his twenties and the Jinshi at the age of thirty-one, in the same class as Zhang Juzheng. He has no money and no power. But he has life and dares to risk it.
This man has impeached the top boss in the military and also the top boss in politics.
Impeachment of such a ruthless person will definitely not bring good results. I won’t go into too much detail, but this man was imprisoned many times due to impeachment. Once he was beaten more than a hundred times before he was imprisoned. The skin was torn and the flesh was rotten. This guy broke a bowl in the prison and used the pieces to cut off the rotten meat. His expression remained unchanged. It is said that the prison boss who was watching the fun shivered and fainted. A colleague wanted to give him a piece of snake gallbladder to relieve pain. Not only did he refuse, but he also said that I have courage myself, so why would I need snake gallbladder?
Therefore, this guy is well-deserved to be the most powerful person in the Ming Dynasty.
If it was Yang Jisheng, he should have been impeached and imprisoned by the army this time. After being imprisoned, he was promoted to three levels in a row. He was recommended by Yan Song and went to the capital to serve as a member of the military selection department, Wai Lang. This also makes sense why the people at the inn would flatter him so much. This was the person recommended by Yan Shoufu. Of course, Yan Song will regret it soon...
How lucky he was to actually see a real person. Zhu Ping'an looked at Yang Jisheng and breathed a little quickly. Thinking about it, it is outrageous that such an upright person ended up in that situation.
You must do your best to prevent this tragedy from happening.
"Brother Zhu, is there anything wrong?" Yang Jisheng asked strangely when he saw Zhu Ping'an looking at him with wide eyes.
"No, no." Zhu Pingan smiled and shook his head.
"Oh." Yang Jisheng nodded, and then said to Zhu Ping'an, "I see that Brother Zhu is so tired, he must have traveled a long way here. Turn left when you go out and you will find the back kitchen of the inn. Please use my name. , let’s have some light food. It’s better to rest early after dinner. Brother, I have something important to do, so I’ll excuse you now.”
Zhu Pingan watched Yang Jisheng enter the inner room with his hands raised, and then went to the inn's back kitchen as Yang Jisheng said. Regardless of the eyes of the inn staff, he ordered two steamed buns and one porridge and side dishes, and ate them slowly.
After dinner, the sun had already set. Zhu Pingan returned to his room. The oil lamp was already lit in the room where Yang Jisheng was. Zhu Pingan tidied the bed briefly, then lit the oil lamp and started reading at night.
The night was silent, the moon was misty, and the entire inn was shrouded in darkness. Only the two rooms where Zhu Ping'an and Yang Jisheng were were still lit, and the dim candlelight stretched out the swaying shadows, making it look particularly quiet.
Around midnight, Zhu Ping'an collected the scroll, extinguished the oil lamp, and fell asleep. (To be continued.)
