Chapter 1008

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Song Qingshu had an idea in his mind, so he chuckled: "What does this person have to do with me, but when I heard his surname Wu, I couldn't help but think of the King Pingxi who rebelled in Shanhaiguan, which really gave our two countries a headache."

Speaking of this matter, Suo Etu also looked sad: "Isn't it true, in order to quell the rebellion in the San Francisco, we spent countless money and food, and mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops, so we had to stop the war with the Golden Snake Camp, and let Li Kexiu... cough~"

Having said this, he immediately realized his blunder, and he just hit a haha ​​and passed.

The officials in Yangzhou below dared to take this talk, and they all listened to their ears and noses and watched their hearts.

Wu Zhirong hurriedly distanced himself: "Two adults Mingjian, although my surname is Wu, but I have nothing to do with Wu Sangui's rebel."

Song Qingshu said with a smile but not a smile, "Yes, but I heard that Wu Sangui is from Gaoyou, Yangzhou, and he and Wu Zhifu are fellows."

"No, no, absolutely not," Wu Zhirong shook his head like a rattle, "Although the subordinate served as the prefect in Yangzhou, he was not a native of Yangzhou. This incident has been recorded by the Ministry of Personnel."

"It seems that I have wrongly blamed the prefect." Song Qingshu drank tea noncommittally and let him continue to kneel there.

"I dare not." Wu Zhirong was drenched in cold sweat, and he didn't know where he had offended this Jinguo man and asked him to target him everywhere.

It was Suo Etu who came out to smooth things out: "Since it's a misunderstanding, then the prefect of Wu should get up. We're still waiting to see what show you've prepared today."

"Yes, yes, the two adults are here, please." Wu Zhirong stood up in a tumultuous manner, bowing his head and bowing to lead the way in front.

A group of people came to the Chanzhi Temple in a mighty way, and as soon as they got off the sedan chair, they saw a large splendid peony flower outside. The sun shines on thousands of peony plants, which are splendid and gorgeous, like a brocade. .

"It really deserves to be a scene in Yangzhou." Suo Etu couldn't help but admire.

Wu Zhirong was very proud, and his panicked heart finally calmed down a bit. He has always been good at franchise. A few days ago, he built a flower shed beside the peony garden. The upper branches and leaves are still the same, the tables and chairs in the shed are made of natural trees and stones, the shed is full of flowers, trees and grasses, and then the bamboo joints are used to divert water and circulate around the shed. If you are in the mountains and wild, it has a unique flavor compared to the beautiful halls carved by the rich and famous.

When he thinks about it, these two are in high positions. He has never seen anything magnificent. I am afraid that he will be tired of seeing it. His ingenuity will definitely win the favor of the two.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu didn't like him for a long time, and he deliberately embarrassed him. When he came to the flower shed, he asked in the first sentence: "Why is there a pergola? Ah, yes, it must be a monk in the temple who came to do things and set the flame mouth. , so he cooked food for hungry ghosts here."

Wu Zhirong's hard work was completely wasted, and he couldn't help but look very embarrassed. He didn't know whether he was completely stubborn or sarcastic, so he had to laugh with him: "I have little knowledge and knowledge, and it's damned if I don't care about the arrangement here."

Suo Etu, who was next to him, also frowned. He didn't expect that his newly formed brother was actually a rough man, and he didn't know how he became the first person in the Jin Kingdom.

But of course, interests are more important than elegance. Although he quite liked Wu Zhirong's layout, his mouth echoed Song Qingshu, which made Wu Zhirong's heart tremble, wishing to find a crack to burrow in.

Song Qingshu saw that all the guests were standing and waiting, knowing that after all, he was not their immediate boss, and if the attack continued, everyone would be embarrassed, so he greeted them and took their seats. The governors of Liangjiang returned to the office yesterday, and the governor and chief secretary stayed in Yangzhou at this time to accompany the ministers sent by the two countries. The rest of the guests were either celebrities, or salt merchants with prestigious titles.

The banquets in Yangzhou are very sophisticated and prosperous. There are dozens of kinds of tea and fruit before the banquet alone. Although Song Qingshu came from later generations, he was well-informed, but he could not fully understand it.

After drinking tea for a while, Song Qingshu dealt with each other, everyone saw that he was not in high spirits, and with Wu Zhirong's lessons learned from the past, no one dared to touch his bad head. He is a person with exquisite face and face, and he can make officials feel like a spring breeze with a few words at will, and can't help but be happy.

Song Qingshu was thinking about the messengers of the Song Dynasty, and was worried about how to take the opportunity to investigate the temple, but suddenly heard a certain official brag about Yangzhou's good things, he couldn't help thinking about it, and suddenly said: "Yangzhou has everything. Well, it's just that the monk is not good."

Everyone at the table looked at each other, wondering what he meant by suddenly saying this. The Chief Secretary, Mu Tianyan, was a well-behaved and learned person. He said, "Your Excellency Marshal has seen it very well. The monks in Yangzhou are snobbish, flatter the government, and insult the poor.

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He originally wanted to find fault on purpose, but after listening to the meaning of the other party's words, it seemed that there were some allusions in it, so he followed his words and asked: "Yes, Master Mu is a scholar, and he knows what is written in the book. some."

Mu Tianyan said, "Isn't the story of the Tang Dynasty king sowing a bisarong in Yangzhou?"

Song Qingshu had a black line, and he had never heard what the other party said. Fortunately, the character he is now playing is a rude man from the Jin Kingdom. What a 'Yellow Bubie Salon' story."

When Suo Etu heard his vulgar words, he almost choked his throat with a sip of tea. As long as he is a scholar, few people don't know this story, but he was worried that the other party was having a bad time, so he didn't show it, pretending that he was also the first The first time I heard it.

Mu Tianyan said: "Reporting to the lord, it is Wang Bo and not Huang Bu. This story is from the Chanzhi Temple in Yangzhou. During the Qianyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, this Chanzhi Temple was still called Mulan Courtyard. When the poet Wang Bo was young, his family was poor. Sojourn in Mulan Courtyard. The monk in the temple rang the bell while eating. Wang Bo heard the bell and went to the dining hall to eat. The monks hated him. The bell rang, walked into the dining hall, and saw that the monks had already dispersed, and the food had been eaten cleanly..."

Song Qingshu originally just asked casually, but when he heard this, he was filled with righteous indignation.

Suo Etu echoed: "Yeah, how much does it cost to eat a meal? These monks are indeed hateful."

Seeing the interest of the two imperial envoys, Mu Tianyan was overjoyed and continued to tell: "Wang Bo was ashamed at the time, and wrote a poem on the wall: 'After going to the court, I am ashamed to return to Li after dinner.'"

"Return to Li?" Song Qingshu was startled.

The officials spent a lot of time with him, and knew that the imperial envoy from Jin Guolai was not a scholar at all, and could be said to be ignorant, so Mu Tianyan explained very considerately: "Returning to Li is a monk."

Song Qingshu swept away everyone's expressions, and guessed their thoughts to eight, nine and ten, and couldn't help laughing inwardly.

"What happened later?" Song Qingshu hurriedly asked.

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