Song Qingshu had an idea in his mind, so he smiled lightly and said, "What does this person have to do with me, but hearing his surname is Wu, I can't help but think of the Pingxi King who rebelled in Shanhaiguan, it's really a headache for our two countries."
When mentioning this matter, Suo'etu also had a sad face: "Isn't it? In order to put down the San Francisco rebellion, we spent countless money and food and mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops, so we had to cease fighting with the Golden Snake Camp, and Li Kexiu coughed and coughed." "
When he said this, he immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, casually typed a haha and passed away.
How dare the Yangzhou officials below take this remark, they all listened and watched.
Wu Zhirong hastily put himself aside: "My lords understand that, although my surname is Wu, I have nothing to do with Wu Sangui's rebel."
Song Qingshu said with a half-smile: "Really, but I heard that Wu Sangui is from Gaoyou, Yangzhou, and he and Wu Zhifu are fellow villagers."
"No, no, absolutely not," Wu Zhirong shook his head like a rattle, "Although the lowly official is a magistrate in Yangzhou, he is not a native of Yangzhou. This matter has been recorded by the Ministry of Officials."
"It seems that I wrongly blamed the magistrate." Song Qingshu drank the tea noncommittally, and let him continue to kneel there.
"Don't dare to be humble." Wu Zhirong broke out in cold sweat, and he didn't know where he had offended this man from the Kingdom of Jin, making him target him everywhere.
It was Suo'etu who came out to smooth things over: "Since it's a misunderstanding, then prefect Wu should get up, we are still waiting to see what program you have prepared today."
"Yes, yes, please, my lords." Wu Zhirong scrambled to his feet, and bowed his head to lead the way.
A group of people came to Chanzhi Temple in a mighty way, and as soon as they got off the sedan chair, they saw a large area of brilliant peony flowers outside. The sunlight shines on thousands of peonies, which are brilliant and gorgeous, just like a brocade. .
"Sure enough, it is worthy of being a scene in Yangzhou." Suo'etu couldn't help admiring.
Wu Zhirong was proud of himself, his previously terrified heart finally calmed down a bit, he was always good at monopoly, a few days ago, he built a flower shed by the side of the peony garden, and he ordered the master craftsmen to build it out of unpeeled pine trees. The upper branches and leaves are still the same, the tables and chairs in the shed are all made of natural trees and stones, and the shed is full of flowers, trees and green grass, and then bamboo joints are used to divert water around the shed. It is as if you are in the mountains, and compared with the rich and noble people's carved beams and jade built halls, it has a special flavor.
When he thought about it, these two were in high positions, and he had never seen anything magnificent before, so he might have gotten tired of seeing it long ago, and his ingenuity would definitely please them.
Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu didn't like him a long time ago, and intentionally made things difficult for him. When he came to the flower shed, he asked at the first sentence: "Why is there a shed? Ah, yes, it must have been set up by the monks in the temple to do things. , and gave food to the hungry ghosts here.”
Wu Zhirong's hard work was all in vain, he couldn't help but look very embarrassed, he didn't know if he had no bones in his body or was trying to be sarcastic, so he just smiled and said: "The humble job has little knowledge, and the layout here is not suitable for adults. It really deserves to die."
Suo'etu next to him also frowned. He didn't expect his newly sworn brother to be a rough man, and he didn't know how he became the number one person in the Kingdom of Jin.
But compared with elegance and so on, of course interests are more important. Although he liked Wu Zhirong's layout quite a lot, he echoed Song Qingshu's words, which made Wu Zhirong's heart tremble, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.
Song Qingshu saw that the guests had already stood up and waited, and knew that he was not their direct superior after all, if he continued to work, it would be embarrassing for everyone, so he greeted him and took his seat. The governor of Liangjiang had already returned to the administration yesterday, and the governor and the chief secretary stayed in Yangzhou at this time to accompany the imperial envoys of the two countries. The rest of the guests were either celebrities or famous salt merchants.
The banquets in Yangzhou are very elaborate and rich, and there are dozens of kinds of tea and fruits just before the banquet. Although Song Qingshu came from later generations who are well-informed, he can't know everything.
After drinking tea for a while, Song Qingshu took care of 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 him, and everyone showed courtesy to Suo'etu, Suo'etu has always been He is a slick-faced person, and he can make a group of officials feel like a spring breeze with a few casual words, and they can't help but be overjoyed.
Song Qingshu was thinking about the envoys of the Song Dynasty, and worried about how to take the opportunity to investigate in the temple, but suddenly he heard a certain official bragging about all the good things in Yangzhou. Well, the monk is not good."
Everyone at the table looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what he meant by saying this suddenly. Chief Secretary Mu Tianyan is a well-behaved and knowledgeable person, and said: "Your Marshal, what you see is very true. The monks in Yangzhou are snobbish, flattering the government, and bullying the poor. This has happened since ancient times."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He originally wanted to find fault on purpose, but after hearing 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, Mr. Mu is a human being, and he knows what is written in the book. some."
Mu Tianyan said: "The story about Bi Sarong broadcast by the king of the Tang Dynasty, didn't it come from Yangzhou?"
Song Qingshu had black hair, and he had never heard what the other party said. Fortunately, the role he is playing now is a rude Jin countryman, and he doesn't care about carrying a reputation of being ignorant, so he asked with a smile: " What about the story of Huang Bubi Salon."
Hearing his vulgar words, Suo'etu almost choked his throat with a sip of tea. As long as he is a person, there are not many people who don't know this story. The first time I heard it.
Mu Tianyan said: "My lord, it is Wang Bo, not Huang Bu. This story happened in Yangzhou Chanzhi Temple. During the Qianyuan period of Tang Dynasty, this Chanzhi Temple was still called Mulan Court. The poet Wang Bo was poor when he was young. He lived in the Mulan Courtyard. The monks in the temple rang the bell as a sign when they were eating. Wang Bo heard the bell, so he went to the dining hall to eat. The monks hated him. Once everyone ate first, and then rang the bell after eating. Wang Bo heard When the bell rang, I walked into the dining hall, only to see that the monks had already dispersed, and the food had been eaten clean.”
Song Qingshu originally just asked casually, but when he heard this, he was filled with righteous indignation. He slapped the table and said angrily, "Fucking monk is hateful."
Suo'etu echoed, "Yes, how much does it cost to eat a meal? These monks are indeed hateful."
Seeing that the two imperial envoys were interested, Mu Tianyan was overjoyed, and continued to narrate: "At that time, Wang Bo felt ashamed, and wrote a poem on the wall: "I have already gone to the hall, and I am ashamed to go back to Li after dinner."
"Hui Li?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.
All the officials got along with him for a while, and they knew that this imperial envoy from the Kingdom of Jin was not a human being at all, he was simply ignorant, so Mu Tianyan explained very considerately: "Hui Li is a monk."
Song Qingshu glanced at everyone's expressions, and guessed their thoughts closely. He couldn't help laughing secretly, you really wronged Tang Kuo this time, not to mention him, even I don't know.
"What happened later?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.
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