Zuixiang Restaurant
A man in silk and satin clothes, bulging due to his strong figure, was getting off the bullock cart, and the boys who followed him hurriedly came over to support him.
"Haha, I guess my brothers have already arrived. I'm afraid I will have to drink three drinks as a penalty." The distant nephew of Cui Zhaoquan, Minister of the Ministry of War, and a new steward of the Shangshu Mansion. This steward Cui is now very popular with some minor officials in the capital. Most of them are welcomed by the sons of petty officials and even the sons of nobles and concubines.
Someone was treating someone today, and he was thinking about how much benefit he would get from it, so he entered the restaurant. He just looked up inadvertently and frowned: "Did you see that?"
Cui Guanshi asked the boy. The boy didn't know what was going on and was startled: "What?"
"Wang Er." I just saw a figure walking upstairs. Is it Wang Er who is working with the butler?
The boy thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, when I came out, I happened to hear people talking, saying that Wang Er had just accepted an errand and went to the west of the city to buy things. There must be a lot of money... This is the east of the city, not the same direction. "
"Oh, that's what I saw wrong." Manager Cui thought for a moment, but seemed unsure that the person was Wang Er. Since the appointed time was approaching, he didn't stop at the second floor and went directly to the third floor via the stairs.
In a private room on the second floor, Wang Er, a servant of the Minister of War, who was supposed to be working in the west of the city, was drinking with three people.
There are seven or eight kinds of dishes on the table. There are not many dishes, but each one is the signature dish of this restaurant. One table, including a jar of good pear blossom wine, costs a lot.
The people who are more familiar with Wang Er are the two people who work in the Ministry of Justice sitting diagonally opposite. Although they are ordinary petty officials, they are not ordinary people who can make friends. Naturally, they are familiar with the servants of the Minister of the Ministry of War who are in the same camp. They usually drink and play. , and often called Wang Er.
At this time, the two men were drinking wine and talking to the boy.
Before Wang Er came, he heard from these two servants that this was an imperial student, or the highest ranked imperial student. It is not an exaggeration to say that Wenqu star descended to the earth.
This person was willing to make friends and drink with them. To be honest, Wang Er was really proud of himself, thinking that he had really made a name for himself and was no longer a nobody.
Wang Er felt a sudden change in his heart when he saw his face and looked at his appearance as a discerning servant of Shangshu Mansion.
Although the young man's clothes are old and not new, and I heard that he is not a young man from an official family, his demeanor is not inferior to that of a young man from the Shangshu Mansion.
"Don't get close to this person." Wang Erneng was number one in the chief housekeeper. Although he was related to him, he had good work ability. Naturally, he was not someone who vomited everything after drinking. After looking at the young man, he suddenly became wary. .
How could he befriend such a person? Corporal Li Xian must have some agenda. He would die without knowing when he got involved.
Wang Er had already made up his mind. Since he was invited to drink, he had to give face to him, but he wouldn't say a word that he shouldn't say.
"Please, have another drink." After a few glasses of wine, his face turned red, and he didn't know what was going on. He thought in his heart, but as he drank, the young man gradually became more and more friendly.
Su Ziji sat, taking in the expressions of these three people, and used Wen Xin Diao Dragon on these three people at the same time. Although it was a bit reluctant, the level 6 Wen Xin Diao Dragon might not be able to deal with high-level officials. Such ordinary people Officials and servants will naturally not fail.
In a hurry, he first filled the glasses with the three of them one after another and raised their glasses: "It's really fun to drink with the three of you today! I don't like red tape the most, so you don't think of me as a scholar, just think of me as someone with Just like you, you are just a foreigner trying to make a living in this capital."
"Speaking of which, if it weren't for the purpose of getting fame, I wouldn't want to leave my hometown and come to this capital. Hey, there are noble people everywhere here. If you are not careful, you may offend someone without knowing it. It is really difficult."
"Who says it's not the case!" Su Ziji's words immediately resonated with the three people who were also foreigners.
Su Ziji's selection of these three was not a random choice, but the result of screening among more than a dozen people.
These three people are all typical low-level people. They relied on their relatives and friends to get rich, and they got benefits and found a place in the capital. They usually made a small fortune and lived a good life.
For this reason, they prefer to make friends and expand their connections, because they firmly believe that one more friend opens up more paths.
Although he has the cunning of a little person, but with the effect of being a literary mind and a dragon, this little precaution is nothing.
Moreover, Su Ziji didn't really intend to ask them for any important news. It would be best if he could ask, and it didn't matter if he couldn't.
Su Ziji, who had not made any excessive demands until now after drinking, made Ben have a good impression of him, and the three of them gradually let down their guard.
Su Ziji's emotion made Wang Er sigh: "Like me, although there is a saying that you are called the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, this is just nonsense from the common people. If you really meet a noble person, you may offend him accidentally. , lost his life."
The life of an ordinary slave is not called life.
But when it comes to letting him leave and make a living on his own, Wang Er is unwilling to think about the life in his hometown. He just vomits his bitterness casually, and the same goes for the two petty officials.
As the conversation progressed, we gradually got into some gossip that only the servants of the Shangshu Mansion or the officers of the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment could know.
Su Ziji seemed to have said unintentionally: "Speaking of it, it is better to be in the capital. Under the emperor's feet, no matter whether it is drought, flood, or turmoil, because of the blessing of the emperor's dragon energy, all your lords have been in charge. People who live next to foreigners will be robbed from time to time."
"This time the imperial envoy is leading a team to go to the southwest to deal with a major military case. I'm afraid there will be trouble again."
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. This time I am a student and have to rush to the southwest with the team. I really feel a little unsure."
Su Ziji's frank words immediately made the three people present laugh. It turned out that this was the reason.
Wang Er shook his head and comforted Su Ziji: "I thought you were worried about something? Worried about this? Hey! You don't need to worry about this. Don't worry, nothing will happen!"
"How do you say this?" Su Ziji asked, and drank again.
Wang Ergu finished his work in one gulp: "I have heard several times when Shangguan was discussing. This case is actually very simple. It is just a matter of shirking responsibility after defeat. You blame me and I blame you. This kind of wrangling is left to military affairs. also the same!"
"Brother Wang is right. We have actually secretly discussed this matter in private." One of the two clerks also put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "This war has been going on for almost two years now, and no one knows We can no longer afford it, so the commander was urged and ordered to finish the fight as soon as possible."
"Are the rebels comfortable? In fact, they can hardly continue the fight. No, I heard that they have sent people to sue for peace, but the conditions are not yet negotiated... This time, the imperial envoys may not be there to close the case..."
"Ah, I've heard about this too. The chief steward is my uncle. When he followed Lord Shangshu, Lord Shangshu sighed and said that the superiors were very hesitant and couldn't tell whether it was a fight or a peace..."
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Wang Er subconsciously burped, feeling that he was a little strange today.
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