Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

A skinny horse, an old car, and three or five followers in brown clothes walked slowly westward along the official road where the snow had not yet melted.

"Sir, in another fifty miles we will reach the capital."

A dark man with two point steel guns on his back stood beside the carriage and whispered.

A quiet and powerful middle-aged man's voice sounded from inside the carriage: "There's no need to rush, just go slow."

The swarthy man responded in a low voice: "It's impossible not to rush. Today is already the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. The earlier you enter the city, the earlier you can start arranging the matter of entering the cabinet. Before the Lantern Festival, this year's people in the court will It’s time for the promotion and transfer to be finalized.”

The middle-aged man in the carriage replied leisurely and leisurely: "It is said in "The Great Learning": After knowing the stop, you will have concentration. After concentration, you will be able to be still. When you are still, you will be at peace. After being at ease, you will be able to think. After you are worried, you will be able to gain!"

The swarthy man thought for a moment, cupped his fists and said, "I will teach you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard heavy and rapid footsteps coming from behind.

The dark man's heart tightened. He clasped the two steel guns on his back with his backhand and looked back. He saw a big black rat-like figure rushing towards this side with billowing smoke and dust like a gust of wind.

He was startled, and when he stood firm on his feet and was about to shout, the figure flew past him without looking back, and the strong wind stirred up his long and messy hair to fly...

"What went by?"

"It seems to be someone..."

"Can that thing be a person?"

The other attendants in brown clothes were also shocked. They all rubbed their eyes vigorously and looked at the puff of smoke and dust in front of them in surprise. They couldn't believe that the person who just passed by was a person.

The movement was so loud that even the middle-aged man sitting upright in the carriage lifted the curtains and looked forward curiously: "What's causing the disturbance?"

This is a standard scholar who is about fifty years old, with a thin and square face, a three-inch beard, and a calm and elegant aura.

The swarthy man responded in a speechless whisper: "Someone just passed by us... He was a master!"

The middle-aged scribe looked at him strangely and smiled: "Is he taller than you?"

The swarthy man was silent and seemed to feel that life was too fucked up because he could meet a master who was much better than him when he went out to buy groceries.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged scribe smiled and comforted him. Just as he was about to lower the curtains, he heard another rumble of footsteps.

Everyone raised their eyes and saw a figure in front of the carriage, braking suddenly as if reining in a horse: "Brothers, Happy New Year. I would like to ask, is this the right way to go to the capital?"

Everyone took a closer look and realized that this was a young man who was too young and too handsome.

The swarthy man who was talking was stunned when he saw this person.

The man who was driving the car saw that the handsome young man was smiling and speaking nicely, so he casually replied: "That's right, keep going along this road, and we will reach the capital in another forty or fifty miles!"

"Okay!"

The handsome young man hugged his fist cheerfully: "Thank you, brother, take your time, I will take the first step!"

After saying that, he turned around and rushed out with another gust of smoke and dust. In the blink of an eye, there was only a black spot at the end of the horse path.

A group of followers in brown clothes suddenly came to their senses and asked in shock: "Are all young people today so fierce?"

"Even a bloody horse might not be able to outrun this kid, right?"

"Could it be some kind of Qinggong that's done while traveling?"

The middle-aged scribe in the carriage had just lifted the curtain to take a surprised look, and the handsome young man disappeared. Just as he was interested in asking his most capable follower, he noticed that his expression was different.

He asked in surprise: "Why, do you recognize this young man?"

The swarthy man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "You also recognize him."

The middle-aged scribe thought about it doubtfully, shook his head and said, "I have never seen this descendant."

The swarthy man said softly: "He is the 'Sage Revealed True King' Yang Erlang who is famous throughout Jiangsu and Zhejiang!"

The middle-aged scribe lost his voice and asked: "He is so young?"

Seeing him so shocked, a smile finally appeared on the swarthy man's face: "He hasn't even started a family yet, how can he not be young?"

The middle-aged scribe stroked his beard and said with regret: "Since you recognize him, why didn't you just stay and have a chat with him? Although this man's behavior is too radical and seems to be all-or-nothing, his ideas and mind are not as good as those of the current dynasty. No one can compare with me. If I can have a long conversation with him, it will be better than traveling a thousand miles and reading thousands of books!"

The swarthy man shook his head slightly and said, "Your Excellency, you are in Beijing this time to prepare for joining the cabinet. It is better not to have too much contact with him, so as not to make enemies in vain."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said calmly: "If you don't make people jealous, you are a mediocre person. He has done great things in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which will be beneficial to the present and will last forever. For this alone, he has surpassed the nobles of the entire dynasty!"

The swarthy man also smiled lightly and said: "It's a pity that God is jealous of talents. People like him are destined to be difficult to last, and what this world needs is not fleeting meteors, but people like you who can set things right and trace their origins." A capable minister in governing the world!"

He cupped his fists and his tone was full of determination.

The middle-aged scribe put down his car couplet and replied calmly: "There is a saying in "Encouraging Learning": If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't build a river. How can there be a distinction between high and low in the heart of serving the country and the people? .”

The swarthy man bowed: "I would like to be taught."

Middle-aged scribe: "Since you are acquainted with Yang Erlang, you might as well ask him to come over and talk to us after we settle down. I have some questions and would like to ask him for advice."

The swarthy man was stunned for a moment, then responded: "Yes..."

…

Facing the clear afternoon sunshine in early spring.

Yang Ge looked up at the big word "Luoyang" on the top of the city with his hands on his hips and a look of satisfaction on his face.

Isn’t there no horse or navigation?

Didn’t the young master come here as well?

Who will dare to say that I am a road idiot in the future?

"Brother, please give me some space."

Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh oh oh, sorry!"

Yang Ge quickly turned sideways to make way for the old man pulling the cart behind him, and gave him a push.

Finally, he swaggered towards the unlined city gate on the other side, took out the badge of the embroidered guard, waved it in front of the city guards, and strode into the dark city gate hole.

As soon as I passed through the Wengcheng, a wave of heat hit my face.

"Candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick."

"Cooking cakes, freshly made cooking cakes."

"Lifu, come here quickly..."

As far as the eye can see, the long and straight street is crowded with people.

There are hawkers with high-pitched cries.

There are young girls wearing new clothes traveling together.

There are also Hu merchants who lead camels and sell specialties along the street...

There are steamers everywhere exuding the aroma of food.

There were women and children celebrating and laughing everywhere.

Bright colors, strong fireworks, antique cornices and brackets...

The distance of an urn city seems to span two worlds.

Hunger, cold and suffering are outside the city.

Peace and prosperity are within the city.

Yang Ge was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, grabbing her money bag and looking around while wandering aimlessly along the long street.

"Brother, please give me some candied haws."

"Uncle, please give me one pancake. What, two for a penny?"

"Is this Nang? Oh, it's called Hu Bing. Come here one by one..."

"Shopkeeper, what do you sell that tastes so good? Mutton bone soup and steamed buns? Can you add ingredients? There are mutton and haggis... I want a family bucket, I want everything!"

He sat at the roadside stall, holding candied haws in his left hand, cooking cakes in his right hand, and Hu cakes in his arms. He waited bite after bite for the boss to serve him mutton soup and steamed buns. He looked so beautiful that he was bubbling. The little boy at the next table was so greedy that his mouth watered.

"Little friend, how old are you?"

Seeing how cute the little boy was, Yang Ge teased him by shaking the remaining cooking cake in his hand.

The little woman taking care of the child saw that he was handsome and kind, so she teased the child in her arms: "Tell uncle, we are three years old this year!"

"It's great to be so strong at the age of three!"

He leaned over and pinched the little boy's cheek gently, put away the cooking cakes that teased him, turned around, picked up a piece of mutton from the family bucket that the store had just sent, and pushed it in front of the little boy: "Here, uncle, please treat me." It’s delicious!”

The little woman quickly declined.

Yang Ge replied with a smile, "It doesn't matter." He turned around and poured the ingredients one by one into the steaming mutton soup. Then he picked up a bowl of sea food that was bigger than his face and slurped it into his mouth.

He ran two hundred miles in one breath. Even though he had amazing physical strength, he was really hungry.

Before finishing a portion of steamed buns in mutton soup, Yang Ge saw a group of embroidered guards wearing embroidered clothes, dragging a group of thieves with hemp ropes to cut their hands behind their backs and swaggering through the market.

Yang Ge quickly swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, turned around and asked loudly: "Store, how much does it cost? One penny? Is it so expensive?"

Feeling distressed, he took out a penny from his purse and handed it to the shopkeeper who came to collect the money. He stared at the group of embroidered warriors who were about to leave, put down the mutton soup bowl and followed them.

After walking a few steps, he stepped back again, picked up the mutton soup bowl and took a big sip without caring about burning his mouth. Then he turned around and walked out of the stall quickly, chasing the embroidered warrior who was walking away.

The bared teeth made the shopkeeper who collected the bowls smile, and boasted: "How else can we say that our sheep soup steamed buns are authentic!"

The little woman who was waiting for the little boy to eat looked at his retreating figure and sighed sincerely: "How handsome..."

Yang Ge stopped far behind this group of embroidered warriors, watching them swaggering through the market like street tigers, watching them grab some items from the street stalls and put them in their arms while the vendors were still there. He smiled apologetically and nodded at them, watching them take a few money bag-like objects from the hands of a few ruffians without leaving a trace...

"You guys really deserve to die!"

Yang Ge munched on the cooking pancake in small mouthfuls and murmured, thinking to himself, after finding Shen Fa, his men must be a little heavier...

This kind of nonsense will never be seen in Luting.

When he was in charge of hundreds of thousands of households, although he never prevented his subordinates from getting rich, he never allowed them to attack ordinary people and good people. If they wanted to get rich, they could only deal with those masters who were unkind and corrupt and took bribes for the sake of wealth.

Even after he resigned from the post of Qianhu of the Upper Right Station, no one among the officers and soldiers of the Upper Right Station dared to violate the rules he set... At least so far, he has not found anyone who has violated the rules he set.

But these embroidered guards in the capital seem to be commonplace.

What they did was commonplace.

The common people are also used to it.

I don’t know how long they have been wandering around Luoyang City, but this group of embroidered warriors finally lined up and walked into a vermilion gate with a pair of stone lions in front.

Yang Ge walked over and took a look: ‘Beizhen Fusi’.

"It's done!"

He looked around, found a place out of the way, and sat down against the wall with his hands folded. He was dressed in dusty linen clothes, and with his hands and feet curled up, he looked like a beggar.

He actually didn't know if Shen Fa was in the Beizhen Office today.

But it doesn't matter if he's not here, he has plenty of time...

In his spare time, he was still in the mood to activate a ray of true energy, following the first-level exercise road map of "Five Elements Returning to Vitality" and working with the visualization method.

Compared with going all out to circulate the Qi in concentration, the benefits of this exercise method are certainly not high, but mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are.

Until the sun went down, Yang Ge didn't see Shen Fa come out of the Beizhen Fusi Yamen.

Just when Yang Ge was wondering whether to find an inn to stay in first, suddenly there was a burst of messy and heavy footsteps coming from the other end of the long street.

Yang Ge stood up and took a look, and saw a group of embroidered warriors, surrounded by several figures riding tall horses and wearing embroidered robes, walking quickly towards this side.

The man at the head had a fox face and a scar on the left side of his face...

"God is going to let me beat you up!"

Yang Ge stood up with a grin, pulled off the sweat scarf from his neck and covered his face, and then walked openly and openly to welcome the large group of embroidered guards.

The embroidered warriors who were walking in front of a few tall horses noticed him. One look at his masked appearance and they felt that this guy did not look like a good person. They stopped and pressed their swords and yelled: "Who is this guy!"

"Stop!"

"Tell you to stop!"

Shen Fa, who was frowning on the horse and thinking about the content of today's imperial meeting, looked up and saw a fierce figure leaping up in front of a pair of sharp steel knives, hitting him with a fist as big as a sandbag.

He was completely confused!

‘Someone actually dares to assassinate me in the capital? ’

‘What’s the difference between this and lighting a lantern in a latrine? ’

He only felt unspeakable absurdity, and he even had time to think about it. He didn't seem to be waiting for death in the past two years. What kind of martial arts master was he?

Could it be that the gang of shady people in the court are excluding dissidents and killing people with a borrowed knife?

He was confused, but the accompanying embroidered warriors were not confused.

The sword was drawn, the bow was drawn, and dozens of attacks were directed at Yang Ge in an instant.

Yang Ge was too lazy to dodge. As soon as his true energy was activated, it turned into an invisible force and surrounded him... The "Golden Bell" Kung Fu, although he had not yet entered the palace, was used to resist ordinary blades. Arrows are enough!

With a swipe of his hand, the powerful zhenqi turned into a big hand and swung away all the steel knives and arrows in front of him.

"You're stupid, I know the golden bell!"

He laughed loudly and screamed strangely, flew in front of the horse's head, and knocked Shen Fa off the horse with one punch.

Hearing his voice, Shen Fa was stunned for a second and lost his voice: "You are..."

"It's your sister!"

Yang Ge blocked the name he was about to say, then fell in front of Shen Fa and punched his handsome face like a young boy: "I treat you as a brother, and you are playing tricks on me?"

"What's going on with that big girl next door to my house?"

"ah?"

"Even if you trick me, are you still plotting against me?"

He had a golden bell to protect his body, so he didn't care about the embroidered warriors around him, he just held Shen Fa down and greeted them vigorously.

The warriors around him didn't dare to fire any more arrows, considering the heavy damage on the ground. They could only come up and chop at Yang Ge with their steel knives. The chop made a "clanging" sound, but it didn't even break the oily skin.

When Shen Fa heard Yang Ge's questioning voice and felt the strength on his face, he still didn't know what was going on?

He was going crazy!

Is such a small thing worth traveling so far to hit me?

Still fighting in the street?

Do I, the governor, have no face?

If you want me to know who leaked the news, I have to skin him!

Bastard, just a bastard!

He put his head in his hands and shouted with all his strength: "Be gentle, be gentle, you fucking gentle, if you don't mess with me again, I'm not done with you!"

Um?

The warriors around him were stunned when they heard his shout, and the steel knives in their hands slowed down.

This is... there is a story!