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Everyone looked at the table and saw that the object thrown by the beautiful woman was nothing else but a palm-sized gold cake. Judging from the size and thickness of the gold cake, it weighed at least half a catty. This half a catty is eight taels. Eight taels of gold is worth eighty taels of snowflake silver, which means you need to drink eighty glasses of white wine.
The young man didn't expect that the woman he was interested in would be so generous. He weighed the wine glass again and found that it weighed at least half a tael when it was full. Forty taels, that is, two and a half kilograms of white wine. If he drank it, he would drink it to death anyway. .
Seeing him standing there blankly, Yiran sneered: "Huh! Isn't that enough for you to drink?" After that, he took out another gold cake that was exactly the same as before and threw it on the table with the same "bang" Throw it to the ground.
The onlookers let out another "boom" in exclamation, and stared at the young man who came to stir up trouble.
The young man was dumbfounded at this time. He looked at the two gold cakes with reddish yellow on the table, and then looked at the stunning woman standing in front of him. He seemed to be in a nightmare and said as if his tongue was knotted: " This... this... this..." I couldn't say another word.
Qiu Yizhi looked on with great pleasure, but he thought that this was the emperor's feet after all, and he was in the public eye. This young man who was provoking trouble was also the son of an adult in the court, so it was hard to make things worse, so Smiling, she smoothed things over and said, "My young lady is just joking with a few of you. Please don't take it to heart. If you have nothing to do, please stay away. We haven't finished our meal yet!"
The young man was frightened by the reversal of the situation. It seemed as if he had not heard Qiu Yizhi's words clearly, and there was no reaction in his body. One of the followers he brought reacted a little faster. He took the ladder handed by Qiu Yizhi and said to the young man: "Master, I'm afraid we have mistaken the wrong person. Let's go now!"
Only then did the young man react, and regardless of the crowd of onlookers who were already laughing, he kept saying: "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go!" Then he turned around and walked out of the Xiang Pavilion.
Yiran on the side said: "What? You want to leave? Weren't you very powerful just now? We wanted to leave but you refused to let us go. Now you want to leave? It's not that easy!"
The other attendant brought by the young man was used to being domineering and not as aware of current affairs as his companion. He grinned and asked: "What? What else do you want?"
"It's okay. Your master just said, give me a glass of wine for one tael of silver." Yiran pointed to the gold and wine glass on the table, her tone was both gentle and firm.
The follower was immediately irritated by Yiran's words. Seeing that the other party was just a woman, he yelled hoarsely with a grin: "Don't let me take advantage of you here. Let me show you some color!" After saying that, he stood up and was about to move forward. commit murder.
But before he moved even half a step forward, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and pinned him to the ground, unable to move again.
Qiu Yizhi raised his eyes and saw that the person who took action was none other than Yiran's bodyguard and assistant Yelu. It turned out that Yelu didn't know whether he was following the arrangements or making his own decisions. Ever since Princess Yiran and Qiu Yizhi went out to visit the capital city of Luoyang, he had been following the two of them from a distance until someone went wild, and then he took action to stop them.
Seeing this, Qiu Yi took action, fearing that things would get worse, so she hurriedly said: "Don't hurt this person, let them go."
Yelu heard that it was Qiu Yi's order, and seeing that the princess had no objection, he finally let go of his big iron-like hands.
The follower who was easily subdued jumped up from the ground and cursed: "What kind of hero are you to stab someone in the back? If you can do it one-on-one, I will show you how many eyes Lord Ma has!" After that, he shook his fist. I'm about to come up and fight Yelu.
Yelu listened and turned to look at the follower. A pair of small eyes deeply embedded in the eye sockets seemed to be shining out, glaring hard at the man.
The follower felt weak when he saw Yelu's sharp eyes. He retracted his fist and shouted to his companion: "Old Wang, what are you still doing? Let's attack from both sides and kill this ungrateful bastard." !”
The slightly more sensible follower heard this and knew that he was riding a tiger, so he said "oh" and punched Yelu from behind.
The actions of both of them were under Yelu's control. He squatted down, spread his hands, and pushed the chests of the two people standing in front of him. Ye Lu's hand was extremely strong. After being pushed so hard by him, the two followers immediately took half a step back. Yelu didn't wait for the move to get old. He grabbed the raised wrists of the two men with two hands and pulled hard towards his chest. The two men's right hands were dislocated at the same time, and they were no longer able to hit anyone.
When the onlookers saw such a barbarian-looking man coming out of the way and subduing two wild slaves with just one move, they all felt happy in their hearts and shouted "Okay" one after another.
Seeing that the matter had become serious, Qiu Yizhi was thinking about how to escape and end it when he saw a group of officials walking into the incense shop and shouting: "What's the noise? What's the noise? I've been ordered by my superiors to close this place from today onwards." Out of business!”
After hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment, and turned their heads to stare at the speaker. Qiu Yizhi saw that the leader of the team was not dressed as a military commander, but was wearing a sixth-grade civil servant robe. His face also had a bookish air, and he thought to himself: Could it be that that person saw a dispute here and secretly reported it to the official? But the people handling this matter in the capital were either agents of the Jingzhao Mansion or minions of the Good Counseling Department. How could the Yamen arrange for a civilian official to come
Just when he was puzzled, an old lady came out of the incense selling shop. With a flattering smile on her face, she came up to the official and said, "Hey, this master. Our incense selling shop has always abided by the law. , Pay taxes according to regulations. Just now, there were only two or three customers who were drunk and their voices were too loud. Why bother you to come and seal the shop in person?" Upon hearing this, I knew that she was the old madam of the incense shop.
The official was only thirty years old, but he was also somewhat bookish. He glanced at the old madam with disgust and said: "Who has time to hang out in your brothel? Let me tell you, the emperor has passed away! According to the decree, all teahouses and restaurants in the capital have stopped operating. Those who set up stalls and entertainers are among them, and your brothel is no exception!"
Qiu Yizhi heard the word "die" from a distance, and his mind buzzed with confusion. He quickly pushed aside the crowd, walked up to the official, and bowed: "Excuse me, this superior officer, I just vaguely understood I heard the word "die" suddenly, is it because I am deaf? "
Seeing that Qiu Yizhi's face was clear and her speech was in line with the rules, the official did not dare to look down upon her and asked, "Who are you? Why are you asking about this?"
Qiu Yizhi bowed again and said: "I am not talented, but I am the interpreter hired by the tribute envoy of Bohai State. I am not presumptuous, but it is the envoy of Bohai State who sent me to ask." After saying that, he pointed at Yiyi with his eyes. Ranhe Yelu's direction.
The official followed Qiu Yizhi's gaze and saw two barbarian-looking people standing over there. He did not doubt it and said in a very solemn tone: "Tell them that Emperor Daxing has passed away. The temple name is Mu Zong, posthumously named Emperor Gong, also asked several envoys to pay attention."
After Qiu Yizhi heard this, he was thinking about the next step, and asked: "I wonder which prince will inherit the throne?"
"The second son of the late emperor succeeded to the throne."
When Qiu Yizhi heard this, stars suddenly appeared in his eyes and he collapsed on the ground.
Seeing this, the official quickly helped Qiu Yizhi up from the ground with his own hands, and praised: "Although this young master works for the barbarians, he is still a citizen of my country, and he really has a heart of loyalty, respect and love for Emperor Daxing. I am. When I heard the bad news, I was just as embarrassed. However, you and I both have important responsibilities, so it’s better to do things with dignity.”
Little did he know that Qiu Yizhi had no feelings for the dead emperor at all. He only racked his brains to come up with the methods of his adoptive father and implemented the strategies he went deep into the tiger's den. However, he felt regretful and desperate because the emperor died suddenly and everything became a mirror.
Qiu Yizhi let out a long sigh and thought to himself: The adoptive father placed all his treasures on the eldest son of the emperor, Zheng Chang, but now his rival, the second son Zheng Yao, has ascended the throne. From now on, the political situation in the court will surely be turbulent. Can the adoptive father survive in this turbulent sea? Preserving oneself suddenly became an urgent problem. And Qiu Yizhi himself is just a plank on the big ship of Prince Youyan. If the ship sinks, there is absolutely no reason for him to live alone.
Thinking of this, a layer of sweat broke out on Qiu Yi's forehead, but she could not say anything to the official in front of her. She only said: "This gentleman is laughing. But there is something I need to inquire about. Does the loyal and shun king of the Bohai Kingdom need to enter the hospital?" Are you going to Beijing to attend the funeral? How about I negotiate with those Bohai envoys?"
The official glanced at Qiu Yizhi, pondered for a moment, and said, "If you ask others, you may not know. I am the head of the Ministry of Rites. When the emperor of the Celestial Dynasty dies, it is common for foreign vassals to send envoys to Beijing for the funeral. As usual, it is convenient for your tribute envoys to be in Beijing, and they only need to submit a memorial of condolence. As for King Zhongshun himself, he may not come to Beijing in person to show his loyalty and filial piety, so we will treat him as such. As a landlord.”
Qiu Yizhi pretended to be listening very attentively, and asked coldly: "Will Prince Youyan also come to Beijing?"
"Of course." The official from the Ministry of Rites replied casually, and asked even more alertly, "Why do you ask this?"
Qiu Yi replied in a hurry, pretending to be flustered: "Well... Bohai Kingdom has always been friendly with Prince Youyan. If Prince Youyan also comes to Beijing, I might as well ask him for advice on some etiquette issues!"
The official from the Ministry of Rites heard that his explanation seemed reasonable, and said, "I have heard of this too. However, the capital is not as good as Guangyang, and it is not a peaceful situation at the moment. You, the Bohai Kingdom, should not disturb Prince Youyan." He took out a name card from his sleeve and handed it to Qiu Yizhidao, "This is my name card. If you have any questions about etiquette, you can come to me at the Ministry of Rites."
Qiu Yizhi took it and saw the words "Ye Qinghan, Director of the Ceremony Department of the Ministry of Etiquette" written on the post, and thanked him.
Ye Qinghan exchanged a few words with Qiu Yizhi, and repeatedly asked the madam of the incense shop to close the business immediately, otherwise he would be charged with lese majeste. Then he turned around and left, going to the next house to announce the decree.
All the guests in the incense shop heard Ye Qinghan's words clearly. Although they were reluctant to leave, none of them wanted to spend a year and a half in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. They all paid their bills, said goodbye to the prostitutes they knew well, and left here. .
In less than a cup of tea, the bustling Incense Selling Shop was already deserted, leaving the old madam sitting on the stairs staring at the bewildered prostitute Gui Gong in the room. (To be continued)