The Shangjiang Tower on Qushui Lake in the capital is also very lively at noon. Although it is not as rich as the feasting and feasting at dusk, it is still full of fireworks.
Jiang went up to the second floor and walked in. A woman in red opened the door of the innermost room. It is said that a single color is the best way to judge a person's appearance and body shape. This is absolutely true. At least this woman is unconventional and very eye-catching.
She is dressed in a tight red dress that outlines her figure. Her face is covered with the most popular civet cat mask that was sold during the Ghost Festival a few days ago. It makes her face invisible, adding a bit of mystery, and makes people pass by. Many drunkards or patrons who just woke up after a night of drunkenness last night took a peek.
It's just a peek. Don't think about it, even if you take a few more glances, you would never dare to.
Because she is the boss here. There is no boss, so she is the boss, not the boss lady.
No one knows her name, but everyone calls her Xiao Jiang. Just like the name of this building. As for why, no one knows.
No one has seen her true face. She wears a bright red dress and a mask all day long. Today she is a civet cat, and tomorrow she is a monkey. Maybe she is wearing a Shura mask in the morning and a fox mask in the afternoon. Sometimes she is also wearing a mask. Wearing a Hua Dan or a Lao Sheng really makes the guests coming to Jianglou guess that the boss has a room full of masks.
But just making fun of these masks, if you are making fun of the boss, even if you are a woman who is not elegant in the eyes of outsiders, everyone in Chang'an will know it, unless you want to feed the bastard in Qushui Lake.
A few years ago, a young man from a high-ranking official's family returned to Beijing with his father to report on his work. He threatened to pay ten thousand taels of gold to hire someone to remove her mask. Naturally, no one dared to take the money or even risk their lives, so it was this unlucky person who prompted her. The young master took matters into his own hands.
As expected, the young master also chopped off his hands and pulled out his tongue. His father, who was the pillar of a first-class country, wanted to avenge his son but was almost thrown into the lake. In the end, his appeal to the emperor was reduced to a big deal and trivial.
The original intention was to solve the problem secretly using some shady and shady means. In the end, the loyal minister gave up after the fourteenth prince Wang Jiang came to have a secret talk. Later, he even went to apologize to his son in person, and the matter came to an end.
This matter was widely circulated at the time, and it was also said that Xiao Jiang's true identity was that of the Fourteenth Prince's future concubine.
The wealth should not go to outsiders. This place is the property of the Jiang family, a wealthy businessman in Guanzhong. It is still a royal business after going around.
But as time went by, these things that could really stir up excitement became nothing more than a topic of conversation after dinner.
What remains unchanged is that no one dares to offend this Jianglou, and it is unparalleled in the limelight. As usual, Xiaojiang went down to the Chun Ou Zhai on the second floor, passed through the banquet on the first floor where 3,000 guests dispersed, and bypassed the noisy casino Shanboyu in the back hall and the quietest boxing gym during the day. He went straight to the back yard and entered the kitchen. There was a greasy and sloppy cook with a knife. Without saying much, he opened the cellar where cabbage, potatoes and other non-seasonal vegetables should be stored, and stood respectfully. aside.
He also responded politely, and the woman in red named Xiao Jiang went down to the cellar. Naturally, there won't be those cabbages and potatoes. On the side of the very empty cellar, Xiao Jiang moved regularly on the wall a few times, which coincided with the numbers in the Book of Changes. There was a sound of a machine turning, and the soil was rammed. Then he opened a stone door and immediately illuminated the slightly gloomy cellar, which was originally lit only by a dim oil lamp.
After walking down the brightly lit corridor for about half a stick of incense, I opened an ordinary vermilion door and walked in. It was as bright as day in an instant, and there was a cave inside.
It's unclear how big the entire underground room is. At least from the door of Xiaojiang Station, you can't see the end.
On the roof that is four to five feet high, there are hanging octagonal gauze cypress bag fluorescent lamps that are as tall as a man at a distance of three or four steps. There are also countless sheep's horn lotus leaf lamps on the wall. There is a gurgling stream of water beside the wall. The floating wax table, lamp and bowl are like a long snake floating and winding all the way. Such a huge project with such exquisite layout is simply beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Xiao Jiang stepped in, and the vermilion brown wooden door behind him was pulled by the living message and closed automatically, making no sound.
There is an arch bridge at the door that is more than ten feet long. There is a fist-sized night pearl at the head and end of the bridge. This object is rare, and it is a rare pair. The same size must be priceless.
After getting off the bridge, the fairy offering peaches, which is as tall as a person and carved from a whole piece of white marble, is even more rare. A wick on the tip of the huge longevity peach is spitting out a long-lasting flame, and the fragrance emitted can also guess that the lamp oil is expensive. value.
Further inside, a group of men and women in white were busily passing through, in an orderly manner without appearing chaotic. Xiaojiang continued to go in, walked about seven or eight feet, and entered a small room. The interior was simply furnished, with a table and a stool. On the table was a stack of red paper used for weddings, and a thin stick of wolf hair. On the inkstone.
Xiaojiang sat down and held his chin in a daze, not knowing what to think about. After a quarter of an hour, the machine on the right side opposite to the inkstone rattled, and then on the wooden table
A one-foot-square black hole sunk in with a "click", and there was another rustling sound. The wooden table returned to its original state, but there was another stack of white paper.
The paper was densely packed with small characters, all of which were major events that had happened in various states and counties in the Great Zhou Dynasty in the recent past. They were all annotated with red pen. Xiaojiang flipped through them casually, glanced at them, lit them with Shuhuo, and threw them into the charcoal basin at his feet. .
Until there was another piece of paper, without any markings, written in black and white, recording what happened in Phoenix City, Guozhou in the past few days.
It ranges from a group of thieves kidnapping the city lord to a small fight with Er San Yi in the middle of the night in the government office. The details are horrifying.
It's just past noon, and things that happened three to four hundred miles away are now unfolding in front of us in detail. How can we not be surprised at such an astonishing speed and such detailed records!
Xiao Jiang was no longer as careless as before, he read it over and over again, and again, with utmost seriousness, he just picked up the pen and licked the ink, took out a piece of red paper, and sprinkled a few beautiful small words. Then he put away the pen and pushed the inkstone. The bells jingle.
A man in white with a black ribbon tied around his wrist bowed and walked in quickly, standing respectfully in front of the table with his hands in his sleeves.
Pushing the red paper in front of the visitor, Xiao Jiang said: "Turn to the inside line." The visitor took it without much courtesy and turned around to leave.
There were more than half a person in Qizhou on Qushui Lake. The tall eagle flapped its wings and flew straight into the sky. It passed by the one hundred and eight lanes of Chang'an, overlooking the tall city wall that stretched for more than a hundred miles in all directions, and plunged into the mountains in the west.
The mountains are densely forested, and half an acre of bamboo forest is planted abruptly on the mountainside. Steel knives are stuck under the bamboos, and there are lonely tombs.
The big eagle chirped, circled around a few times, and landed next to the tomb stone. First it rubbed its head against the stone, and then spread its wings more than ten feet wide to pat the tomb.
Ye Hongtu, the fourth master of the Ye family in the hut on one side, had dazzling white hair that was very messy. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched for a long time.
The big eagle flapped its fan a few times and then came to the man. It blinked with two sharp eyes like knives, and raised its claws with intelligence.
The man took out the red paper tied to the eagle's talons, unfolded it and rolled it up, put it back in place, and bent down to touch the big eagle's head lovingly.
"Go." A sharp whistle resounded through the mountains, and the big eagle soared into the sky. It chirped, as if echoing the whistle from the man's mouth, and suddenly disappeared into the sky.
Looking up towards the direction where the invisible eagle disappeared, directly north of the winding mountain, below is the illustrious imperial city with a history of thousands of years and the ancient capital of seven dynasties. This martial artist tried his hand and whispered softly.
It's time to go down the mountain.
