Chapter 241: Going with the Flow (Additional Update for the Leader of Chao Bu Liu)

Four days later, Yuelai Inn.

As the beginning of winter approaches, the sun is already precious. In the afternoon, the bright sunshine, which is so clear that it reflects the Tyndall effect, falls right in front of the Yuelai Inn.

Yang Ge was lying comfortably on the rocking chair in front of his inn, holding a teapot with a crooked mouth in one hand and a copy of "Zhuangzi" annotated by Wang Jiangling himself in the other hand. He recited each word silently with concentration, as if his mind had traveled through time again. In time and space, more than 1,800 years ago, together with the famous salted fish among all the scholars, he was lying on the edge of the stream with his legs crossed and his legs crossed in ragged clothes, leaning on a stone, shaking his legs leisurely. Shouted: "There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty. Its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot. It turns into a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills..."

Perhaps it was the resonance among salted fish. He had done a rough reading of hundreds of schools of thought in the past few months. Most of them could understand it but disagreed with it, but a few couldn't understand it but were greatly shocked.

Only "Zhuangzi" once he started reading it, he could never put it down. When he looked at many of Zhuangzi's ideas and opinions, it was like looking into a mirror. Many of his own opinions and emotions that he had previously felt awkward and entangled were revealed when he read this book. In the process, I suddenly straightened things out, and I often felt like, "Oh, this is what I am doing."

He felt that his personality was very close to Zhuangzi, but not as transparent and open-minded as Zhuangzi.

The Zhuangzi he recognized through the book "Zhuangzi" is a being who has evolved from a sentient being to an almost ruthless being. Most of Zhuangzi's views reveal a kind of coldness that "everyone in the world is drunk, but I am alone and sober." feel……

To put it figuratively speaking, in Zhuangzi's perception, the entire world is like a large-scale stage play. Others can only see the glamorous and gorgeous scenery of the stage play itself, but Zhuangzi can see the things behind the stage play. Wire wires and lighting props, although he himself often couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake, this did not prevent him from seeing through the essence of this stage play.

So much so that he developed a sober and almost ruthless understanding of life, death, and love... For example, when a friend of Zhuangzi passed away, when the friend's relatives and friends cried bitterly and mourned his death, Zhuangzi I can go to congratulate the stage actor happily with a detached attitude that I would like to congratulate a stage actor for completing his performance.

Zhuangzi believes that aging, illness and death are all natural laws and are the Tao. Since it is the natural law and the Tao, it should be the right thing to do. Since it is the right thing to do, you should not feel sad but should feel happy...

Yang Ge felt that he would never reach that cold state in his life, and he didn't want to reach that state, because that was Zhuang Zhou and he was Yang Ge.

Yang Ge is the guy who longs for a free and easy travel in the world, but also likes the smoke and smoke of the world of mortals. He longs for the independence of the world in the empty valley orchid, but also longs for close friends to drink, eat and brag. He has a face in his early twenties, but inside he is... Pretending to be an old soul in his forties, he lives in the Wei Dynasty under a centralized system, but has a head full of modern ideas.

No matter how far away he is, he is not Yang Ge...

"Second Master."

Just when Yang Ge was fascinated, Flea appeared timidly beside him and called out in a low voice.

"ah?"

Yang Ge raised his head and glanced at him in confusion. After seeing clearly that the person coming was a flea, he said casually, "It's a flea. What's wrong?"

Flea hesitated for a while with his lips trembling, and then whispered: "There is news from Jiangxi... Mr. Hengwei, the supervisor of the West Factory, took a boat to Jianghuai. He was assassinated and died... on the Yangtze River."

"Who are you talking about?"

Yang Ge's pupils suddenly shrank, and the cold and sharp aura was like a cold wind blowing against his face. Flea shuddered in shock, and his whole body suddenly became tense.

Yang Ge slowly closed the book and repeated in a low voice: "Who did you just say is dead?"

Flea hurriedly repeated: "Back to the Second Master, Eunuch Hengwei, the director of the West Factory, took a boat to Jianghuai. He was assassinated and his soul returned to Jiuyou..."

Yang Ge closed his eyelids: "Are you sure?"

Flea whispered: "Eunuch Wei's body is already on the way back to Beijing, and will pass by Luting soon... The news from our building outside the building is only a little faster than that of Xichang."

Yang Ge was silent for a long time before he asked softly: "Who did it?"

Flea thought carefully for a moment and replied: "Back to the Second Master, there is no definite result yet."

Yang Ge raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Isn't there even a single person who is suspicious?"

Flea nodded quickly and said: "Of course there are people who are doubtful, but if there is no definite evidence for this kind of thing, how dare you open your mouth and talk nonsense..."

‘Don’t you have any idea who you are? ’

he said in his heart.

"very good!"

Yang Ge took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the sadness and anger in his heart, and said softly: "If you have the results, let me know as soon as possible."

After saying that, he forced himself to pick up the book on his lap and open it again, but the flea clinging to him did not move away hesitantly.

Yang Ge turned to look at him: "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Flea swallowed nervously and said hesitantly: "Second, Second Master, there is one more thing. I don't know whether to talk about it or not..."

Yang Geqiang smiled and said, "Just say what you have to say. Am I the kind of person who randomly finds people to vent my anger on?"

Flea glanced at him, swallowed again and whispered: "The followers of Xichang only found the body of Governor Wei, but not the head... of Governor Wei."

"Click."

The armrests of the rocking chair were crushed by Yang Ge, but he laughed out loud: "Very good, Lao Wei has been working cautiously for most of his life. Even being a good person has to be cautious and hesitant. As a result, the small head cannot be saved, and the big head is big." I didn’t even keep it… so good, so good!”

The flea pestle kept wiping sweat beside him, not daring to say a word.

Yang Ge exhaled, suppressed his anger, and waved his hand: "Okay, you can go and have fun. If you have any news, let me know..."

Flea nodded as if she was being pardoned: "Yes, yes, I will report to you as soon as I have any news."

He turned around and walked quietly back to the inn, walking faster and faster. When he returned to the patio, he realized that his vest was soaked through.

Xiao Baoqi, who was playing mahjong, saw his hurried look and asked curiously: "What happened? Look at the sweat on your forehead..."

Flea wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Xiao Baoqi, and then at the gangster on the mahjong table, but did not speak for a while.

Seeing this, Xiao Baoqi lowered his eyelids: "I can't just forget it, this round will be over soon, you catch the wind..."

After Flea pondered for a moment, he whispered: "There's nothing that can't be said... Mr. Hengwei, the supervisor of the West Factory, is dead."

"Xichang? Also the factory director?"

Xiao Baoqi wondered: "What does the dog's death have to do with us people? Your building outside the building is still doing business for the court?"

The gangsters, shit and others on the table all nodded in unison.

Flea said expressionlessly: "If you are not afraid of being beaten, you can make your voice louder!"

Xiao Baoqi was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, raised a thumb and poked it towards the door of the inn: "...Does it matter?"

Flea nodded and whispered: "When the second master was supervising and killing those corrupt officials in Hangzhou, it was Eunuch Wei who beat him... and as far as I know, one of the three major grain merchants at that time was During the case, the second master and King Yang Tiansheng went into Qinfeng Garden, and it was this Eunuch Wei who let the two brothers go. "

"The friendship...is not shallow!"

Xiao Baoqi suddenly sat up straight, stared at Flea and asked seriously: "Who did it?"

Flea also stared at him, and then slowly turned his gaze to the gangster who also looked doubtful: "Currently, the building outside my building has not yet found out who did it. However, the suspects cannot be identified from the Ming Cult, the White Lotus Cult, and the Five Poison Cult." Three families, we are brothers. Don’t blame me for not reminding you to ask your respective families as soon as possible to see if this matter has anything to do with yours. If so, find a way to make up for it... The second master is very angry, and the consequences will be serious! "

"Fuck..."

Xiao Baoqi's mouth suddenly opened wide, and then he hurriedly cupped his fist at Flea and said, "Thank you, brother, no matter whether this matter has anything to do with the White Lotus Sect or not, I, Xiao Qi, will definitely be rewarded generously for this matter!"

The gangster also quickly handed over his hand and thanked him: "I didn't say anything. If you, Flea, can tell these brothers, you definitely treat us as brothers. I will remember this affection!"

The two stood up as they spoke...

Shit looked at the two of them blankly: "Don't fight? This round hasn't been finished yet!"

Xiao Baoqi: "Let's play some ball. If we keep playing, the second master will treat our brothers like mahjong!"

Gangster: "Stop inking and go back and send the message... Damn it, those stinky idiots in the main forum who have their brains kicked by donkeys must not do this when they are full, they will kill people." of!"

Xiao Baoqi: "Are you afraid of a dick? Your Ming sect still has King Yang Tianwang here after all, so you can talk to the second master. Those crazy people from the White Lotus sect who drank the talisman water and got hysterical are not easy to deal with the second master. , If you mess with the second master again this time, you will be severely disabled even if you don't die!"

The two of them complained to each other in a panic and hurried out the door.

At the door, Yang Ge stared at the book in his hand motionlessly, but what came to mind was Wei Heng's old face smiling like a chrysanthemum...

Some people are like this. They don't realize how important he is when he's around, and even think he's annoying and an eyesore.

But Leng Buding suddenly disappeared from that guy, and only belatedly discovered that that guy seemed to be quite important.

Wei Heng... can be said to be the only good old man among the many officials and family members that Yang Ge has dealt with.

The old guy, like most officials and family members, also has rules and reverence in his heart.

But as long as it doesn't violate his rules and respect, he is willing to do what he thinks is right within his ability.

In the case of the three major grain merchants, if Wei Heng had not pushed the situation forward, his fire would not have burned the three major grain merchants.

It can even be said that if Wei Heng hadn’t released Yang Ge out of justice at that time, there might not have been Yang Erlang later...

Yang Tiansheng has Mingjiao and his father Yang Yinghao as backers. If he is captured by mistake, he may be fine.

But he, Yang Ge, was really without any friends or support at that time. As long as Wei Heng was a little bit cruel, he would be killed by beating him, which was no different from killing a chicken.

Shen Fa?

If he, Yang Ge, had appeared in front of Shen Fa in the form of the corpse of an assassin who killed an imperial envoy, then Si Bao would definitely have pushed him away. He would never have challenged Wei Heng, who was the Ouchi secret guard, because of Yang Ge.

The same was true for the later corruption case in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Wei Heng, who was also the secret envoy of Emperor Xiping, turned a blind eye and followed the tide, so that he and Yang Ge could successfully send those corrupt officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang to the execution ground... …

If Wei Heng had wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make money, to be more authoritarian and tough, Yang Ge could not do much... At that time, Yang Erlang did not have the confidence and determination to challenge the court. Once the secret decree of Emperor Xiping came out, even if he had solid evidence of all the corrupt officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang who took human lives lightly, he could only hold his nose and let them go.

And the six departments jointly enforced the law later. If Wei Heng and Shen Fa had not joined forces to protect the whole family of Yuelai Inn, it is possible that the old shopkeeper's family would have been harmed by the dead eunuch of the East Factory...

After thinking about it carefully, Yang Ge realized that he owed a lot of favors to that old guy!

'Go with the flow, go with the flow, go with the flow, go with the flow, go with the flow for a lifetime, and finally fell into the go with the flow...'

Yang Ge tried his best to recall the last time he saw the old guy, but found that the last time was when the old guy went to Chaimen Street with the imperial decree of conferring the title of marquis during the New Year, and he not only did not give him a good face at that time, but also did not even keep him for a meal.

Later, the old man went south to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to supervise the three divisions of the inner court to suppress the Five Poison God Sect. He didn't even come to the inn to stay for a moment when he passed by the road pavilion. He must have felt that Yang Ge never regarded Wei Heng as a friend...

Yang Ge remembered that someone said that the biggest regret between people is that they didn't say goodbye properly at the last meeting.

He didn't know whether this sentence was right or not.

He only knew that he felt very uncomfortable at the moment.

He wanted to cry, but it didn't seem to be that serious.

It was insignificant, but it was not so easy...

In short, when he thought that he would never see that old face smiling like a chrysanthemum again, his heart was blocked.

"Second brother, second brother..."

Zhao Miao's white and tender little hand was shaking vigorously in front of Yang Ge's eyes.

Yang Ge finally came back to his senses from the past. He looked up and saw Zhao Miao staring with his big eyes blinking and curious. He forced a smile and said, "What's wrong?" Zhao Miao: "I thought you were asleep... What are you thinking about? You even held the book upside down." She stretched out her little hand, turned the "Zhuangzi" in Yang Ge's hand upside down, and stuffed it back into his hand. Yang Ge glanced at the book in his hand and smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, I just got distracted..." Zhao Miao sat next to him on the steps in front of the inn: "Did something happen? I just saw Xiao Baoqi and the gangsters sneaking out of the window like thieves..." Yang Ge narrowed his eyes, and the forced smile on his lips suddenly turned cold. He whispered to comfort him: "Don't worry about it, it's really nothing." Zhao Miao stared at him suspiciously: "Then what were you thinking about just now? So absorbed?" Yang Ge lowered his eyelids and whispered softly: "Just now... I thought of an old friend who was traveling far away."