Song Che stood behind the window sill of the private room and looked at the guests seated downstairs through the gap. The man sitting in the middle was in his twenties and seventies. He was dressed in a yellow robe. He opened his mouth to drink wine and raised his hand to receive silver coins. The group of guests They flattered him like stars holding the moon, and I am afraid that even the emperor himself would not be half as romantic and happy as him.
He should be that "Mr. Ye".
The governor of Chengdu also has the surname Ye, so Mr. Ye must be a blood relative rather than a close relative.
The Chengdu Plain, located in the Sichuan Basin, has been an independent kingdom since ancient times. It is rich in products and self-sufficient. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The person in power here is a minister on the surface, but in reality he is a local emperor.
"Da da da."
"Commander, can the slave family come in?"
"please."
"Uh-"
The door slowly opened, and the beautiful woman walked into the private room carrying a plate of light food and a jug of fine wine, "Please prepare a small amount of wine, sir. Please drink."
"Come here." Song Che greeted softly.
Wanzhou walked to the window and stood side by side.
Song Che was about to ask something, when he turned his head and saw the beautiful lady. She was wearing an almost transparent tulle, and the veil that covered her face was almost looming.
She looked straight ahead, her hands folded on her lower abdomen, her body tensed and trembling slightly, her eyes flashing, she was very nervous.
Song Che rubbed his nose to make sure there was no nosebleed, and then asked: "Are you... very hot?"
"The slave's house is not hot."
"Then why are you dressed so cool?" Song Che asked.
Wanzhou turned her head, her eyes full of doubts: "Don't you want me to accompany you?"
This misunderstanding is huge.
"Do you take the initiative to accompany every official from the Jiaofang Department who comes to visit?" Song Che asked with interest.
"Of course not," Wan Zhou shook his head and said, "Although we belong to the Jiaofang Division on the surface, we are actually members of the ANBU, directly under the jurisdiction of the commander. The Black Phoenix Order is the highest command of the ANBU, and the slave family will try its best to meet all the demands of the commander. "
Song Che came closer and asked, "Have you ever accompanied other men?"
Wanzhou's face turned red and she shook her head.
"Very good, stay safe and keep doing it."
Song Che took off his coat and handed it over, "Put it on, you look like this will disturb my mind."
Wanzhou hesitated for a moment before taking the coat and asked, "My lord, do you look down on the slave family?"
Song Che raised his left hand, pointed to the gold ring on his ring finger, and said with a smile: "I am a married person. When I come to Xiaoxiang Tower tonight, I have informed my wife that if I don't go home on time before midnight, the consequences will be very serious. It’s miserable.”
Wan Zhouyu covered her lips with her hands, smiled lightly, and wrapped up Song Che's jacket, "It turns out that you are still a 'razer'."
Song Che smiled and said: "I'm not an adult, I'm just a businessman. My name is Song Che. If you don't mind, you can call me 'Boss Song'... Also, don't call yourself a slave anymore. We are all born to our parents." Yes, everyone should be equal."
Wanzhou's eyes became more and more respectful.
Power, money, character, appearance, humor, and most importantly, respect, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will be secretly attracted to her.
"Okay, let's talk business."
Song Che raised his hand and pointed at the man in yellow robe under the singing platform and asked, "Who is this person?"
"The eldest son of Chengdu Governor Ye Jian and Minghua Princess Zhao Yu, Ye Tong."
"Princess Minghua?" Song Che frowned, "What is your relationship with the current emperor?"
"Princess Minghua is the late emperor's biological sister, and by seniority, she is also the biological aunt of the current emperor."
No wonder he was so arrogant, he turned out to be a relative of the emperor.
This is going to be difficult, the golden sword is hard to use.
"Today I was in Dongshi and executed fifteen Miao people at the execution ground. The crime was to assassinate the governor. Do you know the inside story about this?" Song Che asked again.
Wanzhou replied: "This is the third time since the Miao border turmoil. Usually they are Miao people who are proficient in Mandarin. They sneak into the city and wait for opportunities. But Master Ye is surrounded by experts and followers. How can he It's something they can kill, so I'll just use the mantis' arm as a chariot and die."
"So, it is very possible that there is a Miao killer hidden in Chengdu Mansion?"
"have!"
Wanzhou said firmly: "There must be some. The appearance of the Miao people is the same as that of the Liang people. Moreover, they are proficient in the art of disguise. They are probably hiding in a corner waiting for opportunities."
Hearing this, Song Che couldn't help but think of the tearful woman he accidentally saw at the execution ground today. She must be one of them.
"When did the seedling chaos start? What was the cause?"
"There have been conflicts in the past two years, but what really broke out was in the late winter of last year. In order to expand the Dujiangyan Irrigation System and achieve great achievements, the Chengdu Prefecture used more than 100,000 laborers. I heard that many of them were Miao people captured from the south——"
"Okay, no need to say more, I know the reason."
Qin Shihuang built the Great Wall and Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty built the Grand Canal. Although they were great achievements, they exhausted countless workers, accumulated public grievances, ruined the national destiny, and led to the country's demise.
Although the contemporary timeline is different from the official history, there should be corresponding deeds. As a high-ranking official in Chengdu, Chengdu governor does not take history as a guide, wastes people and money, and carries out large-scale construction. How is he different from a tyrant?
As long as the workers are given a few more steamed buns and a few more wages, it will not let the national hatred ferment. To put it bluntly, it is the selfishness of these corrupt officials who do not want to spend money and want to be famous.
The sky is high and the emperor is far away?
The emperor has no control?
Then I will take care of you!
"How much do you know about the war in the south?" Song Che asked.
Wanzhou shook her head, "I can't remember the last time I left Xiaoxiang Tower. I really don't know anything about the war."
"How many ANBU members are there in Xiaoxiang Tower?" Song Che asked again.
Wanzhou replied: "There are thirteen people including me."
"Two tasks."
Song Che slowly pointed out two fingers: "First, send people to the south to inquire about the war situation; second, send people to Dujiangyan to collect evidence of the government's enslavement and massacre of the Miao people;
I currently live in the big house near Erxian Bridge on Chenghua Street in the north of the city. Any information on the war situation must be sent to me as soon as possible. "
"My subordinate understands!"
"Then, thank you Miss Wanzhou for accompanying me. Let's call it a night."
Song Che winked at Wanzhou.
Wanzhou was stunned, "Boss Song, is there anything else?"
"my clothes……"
"oh."
Wanzhou hurriedly took off her clothes to hand them to Song Che, but at this moment, a cry suddenly came from outside the window:
"Miss Wanzhou is finally going to appear! We have been waiting so hard for you!"
wrong!
"I've obviously postponed my appearance on stage, how could anyone still call me?" Wan Zhou opened the window and looked up at the stage, where a veiled beauty in purple was dancing gracefully.
"Those are my clothes! Who is that person on the stage!"
not good!
"There are thorns——"
Wanzhou was about to rush downstairs to remind her, but Song Che hurriedly covered her mouth.
"Shhh... you are at a high place and she is wearing your clothes, it will arouse suspicion."
"But Mr. Ye..."
"It's better if he's dead, right? Just wait and see what happens."
Song Che gently closed the window.
