The heavy rain continued until night. Two crazy and resentful men who were supposed to go in both directions, one was walking around the capital with his young wife, and the other was painting in the palace.
Let’s not talk about Boss Zhou, whose bottom line is gradually disappearing, but let’s talk about Han You, who is having conflicts with his boss.
Walking in the muddy ground, Young Master Han was upset and angry.
He doesn't like mud. After it rains and snows in Beijing, the roads become difficult and muddy.
Han You had thought before that if he could, he would do some good deeds, build bridges and pave roads, and gain virtue. It happened that his father was the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture, and the minister of the Ministry of Industry was an old coward... he was an old and conscientious man. This project can be completed once and for all, and it will be regarded as convenient for the people.
Unfortunately, all the ideas, plans, imaginations, and longings will come to nothing when the whole family goes to the Southland.
Zhongsun Wushuang opened the sedan curtain and was at a loss.
Wang Hai and another servant were carrying the sedan chair, breathing heavily. Zhongsun Wushuang felt guilty and could not sit still.
But it is always not good for an unmarried woman to show herself in the public eye. She is not afraid of being embarrassed, but she is afraid of being embarrassed by the people of the Han family. She cannot sit down or walk away.
Han You, who was thinking wildly in his mind, just noticed it and couldn't laugh or cry: "We in the Han family don't care about face. Come down and let's walk side by side."
Upon hearing this, Lao Zhao, who was so tired, just gave up.
I don’t want to carry this broken sedan all day long, it’s so damn tiring.
Han You had an idea: "By the way, aren't there chariots and horses in the capital? Use a lot of money to find some bearers and give them to them to carry them."
Without saying a word, Lao Zhao quickly lifted the sedan up.
I'd better carry this broken sedan chair again.
Seeing that Lao Zhao seemed to like carrying the sedan chair, Han You put the banknote he had just taken out back into his sleeve.
Old Zhao is so angry that I don’t want to lift him up anymore!
Or maybe it is said that Zhongsun Wushuang is smart. Han You didn't seem to want to go back to his house at this hour. He said softly: "Master, I am tired. Why don't I go back to my house to rest first, and you can continue to wander around?"
With a "click" sound, this time Wang Hai put the sedan down directly.
Lao Zhao was dumbfounded, how the hell could I carry it back by myself?
Han You lowered his head to think about something, waved his hand and said absently: "Okay, let Lao Zhao take you back."
Old Zhao opened his mouth wide when he saw Han Youzhen walking forward with Wang Hai who was laughing, his face full of the question mark expression of the old subway man.
Zhongsun Wushuang was also stunned. Before he could ask questions, Lao Zhao suddenly roared, used his arms to "prop" the sedan directly from the back, and then turned around and "charged" back.
Han You also walked for a long time before suddenly remembering something. He stopped and turned around. Seeing that there was no trace of the sedan, he recalled it again.
When he and Zhongsun Wushuang came out, they seemed to have brought Wang Hai and Lao Zhao with them, right?
Without thinking much, Han You continued to walk forward, with Wang Hai following beside him.
The roads in Jingzhong are all horizontal and vertical, and the buildings are also scattered in an orderly manner. With Jingzhao Mansion as the center, the highest is three floors and the lowest is one underground level.
The rain has stopped and the night has fallen. It is hot, humid and somewhat quiet.
Han You didn't like this kind of silence, so he couldn't help but walk towards the north, towards Bei City.
Hundreds of houses are like a chess game, and twelve streets are like vegetable beds.
There are also twelve streets in Beijing, connected with four gates, eight holes and twelve walls.
At night, the six bureaus and nine temples and twenty-four yamen were also on errands. There was an endless stream of official sedans and entourage carrying lanterns, scattering like sparks, and went to the southeast.
Han You suddenly felt a little regretful. He had not yet gone to court. It would be great if he could go to court or fly.
Early in the morning, before dawn, the courtiers from various mansions boarded the official sedans. There were torches and lanterns beside the sedans. They gathered together and entered the palace, like streams converging into rivers, like fires and dragons. In just two hours, the decision was made. The fate of millions of people in this country.
Wang Hai followed beside him, his mouth motionless, but he seemed to be able to make sounds that reached Han You's ears and mind.
In ancient times, government was based on loving people. In ancient times, government was based on loving people.
Han You's eyes were distracted.
Mr. Zhou... The emperor is a benevolent man, a rare benevolent king, but how many benevolent people in the country can help him be benevolent to his people and the world?
Han You suddenly felt distressed.
Isn't it because of his kindness that Boss Zhou is willing to be teased by Ma Rufeng, that he is willing to bear the stigma of being greedy, that he is willing to "pamper" himself so much, and that he is willing to endure his repeated collisions with the emperor?
For the first time in history, Han You broke his old habit and thought about the same question more than three times.
Not liking to continue looking at the mud under his feet, Han You raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.
"Today's people don't see the moon of ancient times. Today's moon once shone on the ancients. It was that month. I was lucky enough to see the ancients. Unfortunately, I became an ancient person. I saw the moon that shone on several years of history, and became the people who were illuminated by the moon."
Han You murmured in a low voice: "As a man of two generations, do I, Young Master Han, have to retire soon after his debut? In the long river of history, do I really not try to make a splash?"
Wang Hai, who suddenly liked reading, pricked up his ears.
Even if he doesn't understand, he still has to listen. He feels that the young master is a scholar who doesn't study, and his words must make sense and will be used in the future.
Unknowingly, the two of them arrived in Beishi.
Even if it's not as good as during the day, it's still noisy.
The city gate is about to close, and those outside the city are in a hurry.
The classes in Beijing are always so clear-cut. During the day, everyone is from the northern city. People from the southern city are walking around leisurely, while people from the northern city are walking with their heads down.
At sunset, the people in Beishi are divided into those in the city and those outside the city. The people in the city are walking leisurely, while the people outside the city keep their heads down and go on their way.
When the moon rises, people in the city watch the soldiers patrolling the streets while walking, but people outside the city start to stroll around.
Han You suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the bustling crowd.
"Brother Hai, is there anyone following us along the way?"
Wang Hai shook his head: "No, if there is, the young one will definitely notice it."
"not a single one?"
"not a single one."
Han You sighed, the emperor really didn't take him seriously.
If you really care about your own feelings and your own safety, you should at least ask Lu Baichuan to send a few elite sword guards to follow you secretly. After all, the Ma family is very likely to take action against you.
"I don't admit my fault when I pull up my pants. I'm in front of others and I'm in trouble behind. I'm a good brother in front of others and in front of others. I'm a good brother when I'm making money for you. I'm just scolding you. Now I don't care about you. Damn it."
Han You cursed secretly and continued walking forward.
"Let's go, let's go to the Southland. Who would mess with such a heartless...such a black-hearted boss?"
Han You pouted and huffed angrily.
Wang Hai thought this was very strange. The "Emperor" in Han You's mouth did not match the "Emperor" he knew at all.
Seeing that he entered Bei City, Wang Hai's expression suddenly changed slightly. He noticed a person "sneaking" at Han You from a distance.
Seemingly noticing Wang Hai's gaze, the man suddenly rushed over.
"Master, retreat!"
Wang Hai said "Back off" and pulled Han You behind him, almost throwing him to the ground before Young Master Han.
Seeing Wang Hai pull out the short knife from his waist, he saw a woman running out. Her face was full of tears, and her legs and feet were a little awkward. When she was close to him, she suddenly fell to her knees, choked with sobs, and pressed her forehead hard. Smashing to the ground, ringing, one after another, one after another.
