Chapter 1960: Daming Lake (Thanks to the Leader ‘Dibala Juetu’ for the Reward)

Jinan Prefecture is a good place with the best spring water in the country.

The government is in Licheng, which is not only the seat of Jinan Prefecture, but also the seat of Shandong Chief Envoy.

A small river composed of spring water flows in the city, willows hang green beside the river, and the clothes-pounding woman beats her clothes with a clothes-pounding pestle.

On both sides of the river are shops facing the street. In the hot summer, even the most active shopkeepers would not come out to shout.

The Daming Lake is naturally different. People who want to cool off from the summer heat will get on a boat and have fun in the lake.

“There are so many beautiful scenery, it’s really one city with mountains and half city with lakes!”

On a boat, Fang Xing drank tea, looked at the color of the lake outside the boat, and said casually.

The man sitting opposite him looked about fifty years old, and his expression was not very good.

"Uncle Xinghe, I am not happy to see you coming."

This person is Chang Yu, the chief envoy of Shandong.

Chang Yu felt that even the breeze on the lake could not make him feel relieved. His face was as heavy as water and he said with a heavy heart: "Shandong is the hometown of saints, Uncle Xinghe. I really don't want to have anything to do with you."

Daming Lake is formed by spring water from various places. The lake water is clear and not deep, and you can see the bottom of the lake.

There is a small table in front of me, with a pot of tea and two teacups on it.

The taste of tea is very pure, which is the characteristic given by good water and good tea leaves.

Fang Xing took a sip. Even though he had never understood tea, he still nodded in approval, and then said: "Mr. Chang, this is the Ming Dynasty. I believe that the Ming Dynasty must be in your heart first, and secondly what kind of saint, what kind of saint "Children."

As the breeze blew by, Chang Yu looked at the teacup intently and said: "People always have many choices in the world. Some can choose, but others... From the moment you pick up the book, you have no choice, Xinghe Bo, You are in trouble."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "The choice... it depends on which side you are on, Ming or the disciples of the saint, or... sharing the wealth."

"The Ming Dynasty is just a piece of fat. There are always people up and down who will divide this piece of fat. Mr. Chang, are you one of them?"

Fang Xing slowly raised his head and smiled, seemingly very kind.

Chang Yu's eyes narrowed,

The person in front of me is not a good man or woman. On the contrary, this person's reputation for retribution has long been resounding throughout the Ming Dynasty.

These words are an ultimatum: Chang Yu, whose side are you on?

If he takes the wrong side, Fang Xing will definitely take him down!

There are countless examples of this that can alert Chang Yu, so he softened his tone and said: "I have no opinion on this matter, but I remind you again that this is the hometown of a saint. If something unexpected happens, I can't guarantee anything. "

"You are more like an official of a saint, Mr. Chang, I am tired."

Fang Xing waved his hand. Now that he had determined his position, he was not interested in chatting with Chang Yu.

And Chang Yu was not interested in accompanying Fang Xing. He was afraid of being seen, and the outside world would probably guess what conspiracy he and Fang Xing were planning.

Chang Yu stood up to say goodbye, the boat docked, he bowed his head and left.

Fang Xing sat by the window and watched Chang Yu get on his horse and hurried away. He couldn't help but sneered: "The hometown of the saint, this is the official of the Ming Dynasty!"

Xin Laoqi quietly came out from behind and said, "Master, this person is a little hostile."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "If I don't manage this trip properly, I will ruin his job. The hometown of a saint is just an excuse."

This is the reality. The saint is immortal, but the descendants of later generations are carrying his name to seek their own benefits.

"If the saint knew this, he would probably slap all these disciples to death!"

The saint had great ambitions at the time, but in later generations his ambitions were realized, but they became a tool to hide his face.

"Ask someone to bring wine."

Fang Xing smiled slightly, not annoyed at being rejected. It was normal for Chang Yu to be wary of him when they met for the first time. If Chang Yu immediately confided in him, then Fang Xing would have doubts about how he managed to get into the position of chief envoy.

Amidst the sound of slight footsteps, a woman wearing green gauze walked into the cabin.

"The bird tongue has seen noble people."

Tongue?

Fang Xing looked up and saw a smiling face.

"Your boat?"

The woman was barefoot, and her small feet were exposed outside her skirt from time to time.

She smiled and said, "Yes, if you want to sing and dance, you can do it here."

Fang Xing shook his head, knowing that this woman was not simple.

She can run a painting boat in Jinan, and this woman seems to have a somewhat orchid temperament, so she is probably someone's favorite.

The woman knelt down opposite Fang Xing, put the food and wine on the plate, and then asked: "Guest, just now..."

"You want to say Chang Yu?"

Fang Xing leaned back slightly in a leisurely manner, put one hand on the floor, and said with a half-smile: "What do you want to ask? If you know what Chang Yu looks like, he is a frequent visitor to the elite. You want to test me out." The details?"

The bird's tongue smiled and said: "The noble man is too worried, the little girl is just curious."

As she spoke, she held down her long sleeves with her left hand and lifted the wine bottle with her right hand, revealing a bright moon-like forearm.

In the sound of the wine pouring, Queyu said: "Daming Lake is often visited by dignitaries and dignitaries, but my little girl has seen a lot and knows some ways to avoid disasters."

This was a translucent woman. Fang Xing relaxed a little, squinted at the lake, and took a slow sip of wine.

The wine is very light, but has some fragrance.

"This is last year's osmanthus wine. If you don't like it, I will change it immediately."

Fang Xing shook his head. For him, wine was just something to lighten the atmosphere and relieve his mood. There was nothing necessary.

Xin Laoqi stared at Que Tan's hands. In his eyes, those white and tender jade hands were just a scourge that could be poisoned at any time. If necessary, he would not hesitate to cut off these jade hands that men tend to have with a knife. .

She kept paying attention to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing looked at the lake indifferently, not even glancing at her. This was a strange place.

Everyone came to Huafang to have fun, but this man was drinking alone and looked indifferent.

This is something!

Moreover, Chang Yu actually met him, and then went ashore alone without Fang Xing seeing him out.

This person looks young, so he must be a descendant of Xunqi, or a descendant of Xunqi.

"What's happening in Jinan city recently?"

Just when Que Tan was thinking wildly, Fang Xing suddenly turned around and asked.

Que Ton was startled and said subconsciously: "Those scholars are making a fuss, saying they want to look good to that person."

"oh!"

Fang Xing leaned against the bulkhead, holding the wine glass in his hand and looking at the bird tongue casually.

"go on."

Que Ton turned slightly to the side, and she knelt on her lap. Her curves were so swollen that she could make any man lose his mind.

But Fang Xing just looked at her indifferently, without the slightest hint of temptation in his eyes.

"My lord, those scholars are making so much noise. I heard that they have connected with scholars in Shandong. All the inns in the city are full these days."

Que Tan's body suddenly trembled slightly, and she guessed the identity of the man in front of her.

This discovery made her feel panicked, and the support behind her was not enough to give her a sense of security.

Fang Xing hummed and asked, "Is there any news at the Saint's house?"

Que Ton suddenly leaned forward, almost in a posture of prostrating himself on the ground, and said plaintively: "My lord, please let the little girl go."

She just wanted to test this person's identity, and then give credit to her backer as a credit.

But this person is not her fault, but a tiger, a tiger that even her backers dare not offend.

"Have you guessed Uncle Ben's identity?"

Fang Xing let out a light sigh and said appreciatively: "He is indeed a man of pleasure, his eyes are quite vicious."

The tongue just trembled. Fang Xing felt a little bored and said, "Tell me, is there any movement in the saint's family?"

"Uncle..."

Que Toi did not dare to hide anything and said: "There was no movement at the saint's house, and those scholars who went to ask for permission were turned away."

"Just show off!"

Fang Xing sighed: "Your Majesty is staring here, and the court is also staring here. It's really embarrassing for his family."