Chapter 212 Bei'an City 1

"I didn't find anything useful," Wang Dafu replied, "The old gentleman's surname is Weng, who is Uncle Yu's husband. Mr. Weng has been sick and can't get out of bed until ten days ago. He walked around the room for a few steps in the first few days. He can also stand at the gate of the inn these two days. Uncle Yu is really filial, more filial than his son, and watches over his husband every day. My son hasn't been there either. The driver's handlebar was hired from Luo County. He left early. Is there anything useful?

Wu Sishen nodded, and there was no movement, at least it was not a bad thing.

Bei'an City is very small. After a while, Wu Sishen carried a few bags of snacks bought on the way, then arrived at the Taiping Inn, went straight upstairs and knocked on the door. Yu Zhihong opened the door and saw that it was Wu Sishen. He was surprised: "It's Master Wu!" As he spoke, he flashed and let Wu Sishen into the room. In the room, Mr. Weng, whom Wu Sishen had seen once, sat on the armchair under the window. The sun shone on his body, and the smile on his face was gentle and very gentle. Seeing that Mr. Weng was holding the armrest of the chair and wanted to stand up, Yu Zhihong hurried forward to help him. Wu Sishen was much more agile than Yu Zhihong. He had already taken the lead, put down his snacks, stretched out his hand to hold Mr. Weng and said, "Sir is an elder, and he has just recovered from a long illness. He dares not work."

Mr. Weng was also polite. He took the opportunity to sit back and raised his hand to signal Yu Zhihong, "Dalang thank Master Wu for his kindness for treating the disease for me." Yu Zhihong was very obedient and hurried to the end. Wu Sishen picked up Yu Zhihong and smiled and said, "Some small things are not worth mentioning. Why did Mr. Yu Dalang come to this remote Bei'an City?" Wu Sishen sent Yu Zhihong back and asked while watching Mr. Weng.

"In October of the year before last, Dalang and I set out from Lening and traveled all the way north to study here." Mr. Weng said slowly that scholars pay attention to reading thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. In this way, it is common for seniors to travel around the world for several years. Wu Sishen is not aware of the past of the kindness and resentment in the Marquis of Qingjiang. Hearing Mr. Weng's words, he naturally did not feel anything strange. He nodded and smiled, "It turned out that it was a study tour so far. However, this year, Bei'an City is not a good place to gain insight. Sir and Dalang should leave early and return. Bei'an City is afraid that it will not be peaceful for a long time. Since last autumn, the leader of Wangdan of Bahrain Province claimed to be the king of Gushi Khan. When he went south to disturb the border, it was much more than usual. Bei'an City is too close to the border, a little Inadvertently, there is a danger of being rushed to the city by the Bahrain Department. Besides, it seems that it is not far from the war. Mr. and Dalang should go back quickly.

"Oh?" Mr. Weng was very interested in Wu Sishen's words: "Although Wang Dan is called the king of Khan, he has only subdued eleven of the 17 major tribes in Beiting, and there are also five Duoyan in the heart, occupying the most beautiful grassland in the whole Beiting. Together, the eleven tribes can't match Duoyan's five. Wang Dan is not a fool. At this time, isn't he dizzy when he frequently disturbs the border? According to common sense, it is reasonable for him to send messengers to enter the court with generous gifts, show his weakness, and wait for him to subdue the five parts of Duoyan and unify the northern court. After the soldiers and horses are strong, he will swing his troops to go south.

After listening, Wu Sishen listened and smiled and said, "Mr. is indeed a talented person. No wonder the Marquis of Qingjiang gave Dalang to him to teach him." Mr. Weng heard Wu Sishen's words and looked at him. He was a little more cautious. Wu Sishen didn't notice Mr. Weng's glance and then said, "I dare to hide it, no matter who disturbs whom, the most It is true that conflicts outside the customs are flourishing. As for when the war will start, how can Wangdan help it? Wu Sishen laughed, and Mr. Weng understood the meaning of Wu Sishen's words. Now it is not Wang Dan disturbing the border, but the side will deliberately create conflicts. This war will be sooner or later.

Mr. Weng sighed slowly: "I don't know how many people will die in the battle together. Poor, pitiful." Wu Sishen smiled and didn't answer. He is a standard general. He is full of blood and has an endless love for war and killing. He only has victory in his eyes. He has never seen it. He doesn't care how many people have died. Whether they fight or not, people are going to die.

After a while of silence, Mr. Weng reluctantly smiled and broke the silence and said, "Thank you, Master Wu, for reminding me that I am very sick. I dare not leave these days. When I rest, I will return to Lening with Dalang. I heard Dalang say that Master Wu and Duke Li's house are old, and Master Wu and Duke Wen's mansion?" A sharp color flashed in Wu Sishen's eyes, and Yu Zhihong happened to see that he was frightened by the cold and boneless color.

"It just happens to be surnamed Wu," Wu Sishen smiled casually and said, "I and the Huang shopkeeper of Qingfeng Building are old acquaintances. The Huang shopkeeper has nothing to do with the Qingjiang Houfu. If you talk about Huang shopkeeper, I'm afraid that the eldest son will be confused. If you say Jin'an County King's mansion, you are afraid of being suspected. I have seen the fifth master. I remember is afraid of the fifth master. I don't remember me for a long time, so I borrowed the name of the Duke of Yongguo. No wonder, sir.

Mr. Weng didn't believe Wu Sishen's words in his heart, but his face suddenly said, "So, I still think that Master Wu is a member of the Duke of Wen's Mansion, and there are many surnames in the world. How many people surnamed Wu can he stay in Bei'an Mansion this trip? According to Master Wu, how long can this Bei'an Mansion be stable? I'm old, and I'm afraid that this body will recover too slowly, in case I can't make it..."

"I can stay for three or five days on this trip back to Bei'an City. I didn't come back until I came back on official business. Naturally, I know that the stability of Bei'an Mansion comes from my intention. There will be no big deal in these two months. It's hard to say for a long time." Wu Si answered very simply. Mr. Weng arched his hand and thanked him, "Thank you for your advice. Then Dalang and I will leave for return at the end of March and the beginning of April."

"That's good." Wu Sishen breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Yu Zhihong, hesitated, looked at Mr. Weng and smiled, "I want to talk to you in detail." Mr. Weng's exquisite heart signaled to Yu Zhihong, "Dalang went to watch the boiling water and order two bowls of tea." Yu Zhihong knew that Mr. was avoiding himself. The two had something to say, so they quickly answered and stepped back a few steps out of the room.

Wu Sishen stood at the door and looked around. Then he turned around and sat down beside Mr. Weng and looked at Mr. Weng with a wry smile and said, "The letter I just got last night, the lady of Qingjiang Houfu and Yao Xianggong Shilang got married, but Yao Shilang was not satisfied with the marriage and beat Yu Shizi on the street, saying that he had broken Yu Shizi's leg. This is the middle of the first month. Wu Sishen paused, looked at Mr. Weng with a stunned face and then said, "Yes, I'm afraid that Yu Shizi's legs can't be preserved. Sir, you'd better take Dalang back to the capital quickly."

Mr. Weng swallowed his saliva and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he stood up on the armrest of the chair and bowed to Wu Sishen and thank him, "Thank you for telling me such an important letter. To tell Master Wu, I have brought Dalang to this hardships here. There is a very important thing to be done. It needs to be done. , just take Dalang back to Qingjianghou's house day and night, so that he can truly fulfill the filial piety of his son.

"What's the matter? Do you want to help?" Wu Sishen asked quickly. Mr. Weng shook his head and said, "No one can help at this time. If you need Master Wu's help, I will naturally ask Master Wu."

"When you have to write the word 'begging', sir just order it." Wu Sishen said politely, "When I saw Mr. and Dalang last time, I should wash the dust for the two. Today, my husband is recovering from illness. It's better to choose a day. How about I ask my husband and Dalang to go to Deshenglou for a few cups?"

"I dare not bother Master Wu," Mr. Weng said with a smile, "This trip, I gave Dalang a prohibition order. Since he was banned, it is not easy for me to make an example. Master Wu's return this time is also official business. Master Wu's kindness is well received by Dalang."

"Well, I won't be very polite." Wu Sishen said cheerfully, "I have been in the camp in the north of the city these days. If anything happens, just let Dalang go to the camp and just say that you can find me." Mr. Weng agreed, stood up and sent Wu Sishen to the stairs. He watched Wu Sishen out of the inn gate. Then he entered the room with his hands behind his back. Yu Shizi couldn't keep one leg, so he was the son of the world? Alas, the Yu family's house is really leaking and rainy.

A few days later, Mr. Weng's body was almost well. That evening, he arranged his schoolwork for Yu Zhihong. Mr. Weng went out of the inn, carried his hands behind his back, and did not hurry to the only hook bar in Bei'an City, which was two streets apart.

The Huanmen at the gate of Goulan is the most luxurious Huanmen in Bei'an City except for the winning building. Mr. Weng stood under the Huanmen, squinted his eyes, looked up at this peach-willow-green, festive but very vulgar Huanmen, sighed, and ignored several enthusiastic idle men around him who could burn people, and still carried them on his back. The hand entered the hook bar slowly.

Although my mother was old, she kept her figure very well. She greeted her with a fragrant peach-red veil and smiled enthusiastically beside Mr. Weng like a willow branch blown by the wind, "The senior official is here! This senior official looks a little bit strange. Did he just arrive in Bei'an City? The senior official is a nobleman at first glance. What does the senior official want to play today? Although our Bei'an City is small, our building is no worse than Los Angeles. If you say a word, the officials will say that if you are a lady, it is not worse than the capital. What kind of senior officials like? Is it more delicate or gentle as water? Should I listen to the music first or watch a few dances first? ......”

Is it no worse than the capital? Which one is no worse than the capital? Mr. Weng followed his mother into the elegant room and sat down. He glanced around, as if to ask casually. His mother smiled and said, "As soon as you hear the words of the senior official, you will know that the senior official is a connocentrate!" Listen carefully, senior officials. Many of the ladies in our building bought it from the capital, and there is another one." Mom sold it proudly: "Oh, look at my broken mouth, this lady is..." Mom covered her mouth with a veil and giggled again. Mr. Weng took out four pieces from the bag. Five taels of silver cakes were thrown on a few pieces and said, "I'll reward you. There is another one. What's your last name? How can there be a way?"

Mom's eyes were bright, and the cashier's movements were extremely fast, but like flowing clouds and flowing water. Her mother grabbed the silver with one hand and put it into her sleeves, first weighed it, and then pinched it with her nails. Her smiling eyebrows were almost gone. She also praised herself that she was no worse than Los Angeles, and even rushed to the capital. In fact Even in the small brothel in the small town, the most expensive lady is not worth two taels of silver in one night. As soon as Mr. Weng gave away more than four or two pieces of silver cakes, which simply burned high incense, and a big gold owner fell from the sky!