After the meal, Su Xiaolou walked into a teahouse. The teahouse was very lively, with people from all walks of life gathering. On the high platform in the middle of the teahouse, there was an old man in a gray gown sitting, with one table, one stool, and one fan. It vividly tells the story of the love and hatred of Feng Xuanxuan, a famous prostitute of a generation, and the audience in the audience sighed and sighed.
Su Xiaolou had just defrauded a fool of fifty taels of silver. He ordered the Biluochun from the pot and the roasted melon seeds. He found a seat, crossed his legs and listened to the storyteller with his henchmen.
The blind man and the others loved hearing about Mr. Shu's storytelling. Su Xiaolou still cared more about the Jia family. He got up and came to the counter, with ten taels of silver dangling in his hand, and said: "Shopkeeper, I want to ask you about someone."
Although it is a small teahouse when it opens for business, it attracts customers from all over the world and is the most well-informed. Don't underestimate these traders and lackeys. The operation of society depends on these traders and lackeys, so the shopkeeper is also known as Bai Xiaosheng.
The shopkeeper stared at Qian Qian and said with a smile, "Guan Ye, you are asking the right person. I have been doing business here for more than 20 years. I am not a boaster. There are very few people in Nanjing who don't know about Xiao."
"Do you know Jia Zhengjing, the young master in charge of the Ministry of Rites?"
"I know. People from the Jia family often boast that they are related to the Minister of Rites. In fact, they have not been related to each other for a long time. However, there is an uncle in Jia Shutang who is the commander of the ministers. His name is Jia Cunzhen. He is upright and upright, quite a bit. Talent, Jia Shutang relies on the support of his ancestors to run the Jiaofang Division, which is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. Jia Shutang knows a little about business and is tactful. He is not a prodigal, but Jia Shutang's son Jia Zhengjing is a prodigal. He only knows how to spend money but doesn’t know how to make money. He spends all his time in Goulanwa Alley, which is worse than his father.”
"Which brothel does Jia Shutang run? Is it Miss Huarui, one of the romantic girls, who has been waiting for a while?"
"That's the one."
Su Xiaolou breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not rely on the strength of the crowd to lift Jia Zhengjing up and beat him up, although he wanted to do so. But he was really a little afraid that Jia Zhengzheng would find out that he had tricked him into eating shit and would take revenge on him.
Fortunately, he didn't register his name, so he couldn't find him for a while.
For the sake of money, the shopkeeper continued: "Commander Jia doesn't like to see his father and his son, and often turns them away."
"After all, we are a family. If something big happens, Jia Cunzhen will not just ignore it."
The shopkeeper probably guessed that Su Xiaolou had a grudge against the Jia family, so he didn't ask any more questions, and then whispered: "It is said that the Jia family has an affair with Miss Huarui, a famous brothel prostitute."
Su Xiaolou knew that even if the affair was confirmed, it would be of no use. At most, it would damage his official reputation. During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty, prostitution had long been a common practice. The emperor himself liked to visit brothels.
Su Xiaolou left the money, thanked the shopkeeper and left.
Along the way, Su Xiaolou's henchmen danced happily, describing how the teahouse patrons bickered and how their boss tricked that idiot Jia Zhengjing into eating shit.
Su Xiaolou, on the other hand, frowned. If faced with a head-on confrontation, he would indeed be no match for the Jia family. Three generations of the Jia family had been officials, and they had a commander. They had not seen success for many years, and the forces in the court were intertwined. The teahouse owner said that there was no future for him. The boss behind Jianchun is Jia Shutang, but Su Xiaolou feels that Jia Shutang only participates in a small share of the share, and there is someone else behind the big boss.
After all, how could such a big job go into the pocket of a sixth-grade official? Isn't he afraid of dying?
As he walked, Su Xiaolou looked at an alley. It was no ordinary alley, it was Wuyi Alley, where two aristocratic families, Wang and Xie, lived. They had roots for thousands of years. Most of the officials in the court came from Wang and Xie. Families, those are two big families that even emperors are afraid of.
It is better to provoke King Yama than to provoke the man in black clothes.
Of course, for the two big families of Wang and Xie to deal with a book hall, it is tantamount to killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.
…
In an exquisite courtyard, there are rockeries and strange stones. Even the tables and chairs are made of fine white marble. The roof is carved with gold paint and made of glazed tiles.
A graceful girl in red clothes holds a long sword in her hand. Her body is light and graceful. She touches the sword like a brush on the paper and rises up. It flies upwards and the falling flowers are colorful.
"Yan'er's swordsmanship is getting better and better."
The girl saw the middle-aged man coming from behind the rockery and sheathing his sword in a beautiful maneuver. She had always loved swordsmanship and was very happy to hear such a compliment.
Just listen to what Wang Hengzhi said next: "Just the marriage can't be left behind." The guards behind him brought up three boxes of portraits of famous men of the right age in the capital that Wang Hengzhi had collected, as well as family background, life experiences, personality preferences, places where he usually went in and out, There is even information about birthdays and horoscopes.
Wang Hengzhi loves his daughter so much that he strips off the children of famous families in the capital until even their underwear is left.
The Wang family has such confidence, and the daughter of the Wang family can marry into the royal family.
"Dad~"
"Again, didn't you promise your daughter to let her choose her own husband?" Wang Yuyan complained.
"Didn't Dad send all the men of suitable age in Nanjing City for you to choose? If you like the one you like, tell Daddy and Daddy will make arrangements."
Wang Yuyan had an idea and said: "How do you feel when you read these cold words? You have to walk along the way and experience the world together to know your true feelings."
"You are going around here and there, don't you just want to go out and play! You have traveled all over the Central Plains these years, and you can't take it back!" Wang Heng saw through his daughter's little thoughts at a glance.
"Nothing can be hidden from my father's discerning eye. I heard that there is a travel book in the market. It tells the story of four monsters protecting a monk on his journey to the west. The monk rode a horse transformed into a white dragon. The writing is quite interesting. My daughter also wants to travel to the west. Feel the human feelings and customs described in the book.”
After hearing this, Wang Hengzhi became furious: "If you are still traveling to the west, where will your father find four monsters for you? You are not allowed to go."
Wang Yuyan immediately said coquettishly: "Dad, maybe you can meet my wishful husband on your journey to the west."
Wang Hengzhi suddenly thought of something, and he was a little out of breath. He asked tentatively: "Daughter, you are not interested in a monk, are you?"
Wang Yuyan was speechless for a while.
She sat on a fine white marble chair, holding her fragrant cheeks in her hands, looking at the magnificent sunset in full swing on the horizon, and said: "The Ruyihuangjun in my heart is an unparalleled hero. One day he will come riding on the colorful auspicious clouds." pick me up."
Wang Hengzhi felt a lot happy after hearing this. It's not bad, as long as he's not a monk.
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Jia Zhengjing was seriously ill when he was a child and almost died. He was saved by a folk. He was very superstitious about folk remedies. He took a lot of medicine from the famous doctor. He held his nose and drank three large bowls, then went to find the girl he longed for. .
Jia Zhengjing has known for a long time that his father has an extra room outside his mother without telling her. He is so charming and charming that one look can make people swoon. Jia Zhengzheng has been coveting it for a long time and often comes to meet Jiangnan privately without telling his father. The flower girl is one of the romantic girls.
In an exquisite courtyard, I felt pity for the beauty on the couch, so weak and boneless. Jia Zhengzheng rushed forward impatiently. The flower stamen turned sideways, and Jia Zhengjing fell on the bed. The smell had not yet dispersed. The lingering fragrance is like intoxication.
Hua Rui covered her nose with a handkerchief and said angrily: "Others are stinky men, but you are really stinky. If you don't take a shower in the future, don't have sex with me."
Jia Zhengzheng lost his mind when he saw the beauty half-covered and half-exposed. He grabbed the beauty's slender wrist and said, "Don't you women just like stinky men? Come here, beauty, and have a nice one!" As he spoke, he pulled the stamen into his arms, The beauty dodged left and right, and during the tug, the jade necklace in Jia Zhengjing's arms was exposed. The beauty unconsciously touched the shiny purple gemstone, her eyes sparkling.
"Master, if you can give me this gem, my family will be yours tonight." The beauty's eyebrows were like silk, and her slender jade fingers hooked his belt, showing her charming charm.
Jia Zhengjing was very hesitant. This piece of jade saved his life and protected him from growing up safely. The family regarded it as if it were his life and he was never allowed to take it off.
Huarui squeezed out a tear and cried: "The slave family is poor and cannot afford such a good thing. You don't have to take it seriously. The slave family was forcibly occupied by Mr. Jia, but you still miss Mr. Jia with your heart. You are looking forward to Mr. Jia every day. You know it." If you are not worthy of the young master, you might as well die."
Jia Zhengzheng was shattered by tears. He never really got what he asked for many times. The arrow was on the string, and the beauty invited him. If he refused, he would not be a man. He took off the precious jade, held the fragrant and soft body in his arms and ravaged it. .
Hua Rui held her breath, suppressed the sour smell and kissed her, cursing in her heart: "Sure enough, dogs can't change their habit of eating shit. Where did they eat shit? It's so smelly, I'm going to vomit!"
