The days in Beihongzhai are calm and peaceful, and it is not as prosperous as the cloud chasing king who is thousands of miles away from Beihong Mountain.
The breeze and sleeves are up to the sky without an inch of cotton from the south of the Yangtze River.
This is how the folks describe a good official who loves the people like a child and is upright and clean.
At the beginning of the country’s founding, the first emperor acted vigorously and vigorously. Each of the officials in the DPRK and the Central Government explained their work conscientiously and worked for the well-being of the people. The country is a peaceful scene for the people to live and work in peace and contentment.
But the throne was passed from generation to generation, and the men sitting in that honorable seat were not as good as generations. Unfortunately, in the capital, the people can no longer hear the praises of good officials.
On the contrary, there is such a story in the neighborhoods and alleys, wine shops and teahouses. It is said that a generation of good will be killed by treacherous officials, and after death they turn into ghosts and cry on the battlefield every day.
"Everyone here, let’s say that the hero of the General’s Mansion was born brave and good at war. Since childhood, he swore an oath to protect his family and the country. On the battlefield, on the battlefield, the east is full of hot red flames, and the west is the black wind whistling. , The two armies fought, hands up and down, people clamoring, and horses neighing. It was just a moment when the general was in sorrow. The general was single-handedly out of the siege, and in one fell swoop was the leader of the enemy's leader..."
The storyteller on the stage took a sip of tea and continued on.
"Hey, the brave general on the stage is afraid that only the former general Feng Yi is the only one. However, the major general Feng Yi, like his father, died on the battlefield. What a pity, what a pity!"
The Tsing Yi tea customer in the southeast corner of the audience put down his cup and looked regretful.
"Brother Li said yes, if it wasn't for the death of Major General Feng on the battlefield, how did the hateful barbarians seize the land of my chasing cloud country and enjoy the gold and silver jewelry."
A man in a commoner suit beside the Tsing Yi Cha Ke also gave a fist on the tea table in resentment.
"Unexpectedly, that treacherous minister, coveted that glory and wealth, hated that tiger general, who is powerful, designed to frame, and a generation of loyalty, is dead unclearly!"
The storyteller was excited, and the tea guests in the audience were all brought up, yelling and yelling at the corrupt official and traitorous minister.
"Brother Li is a pity for the major general, but Brother Xu doesn't believe that the brave general would be so careless and die in battle. Just as the storyteller said, the general may have been victimized by traitorous officials."
Seeing the tea guest in Tsing Yi and the man in commoner beside him beating his chest, the man in purple robe who claimed to be Brother Xu approached them and whispered.
"Oh? My little brother said carefully, in this royal capital, a few people have just set up Zhongliang, not to mention that they have been sitting upright while closing the mansion, but they have never offended the dignitaries in the DPRK, and they have always sympathized with us small people. "
The tea guest in Tsing Yi put down his cup, his expression became serious, and he lowered his throat to talk to the man surnamed Xu.
For a while, the three people on the table all looked down and talked with their heads down.
"The younger brother has a relative who works as a errand in the prime minister's mansion. He has outstanding ability and is appreciated by the prime minister's mansion. Because there is a major event in the mansion, he will follow the manager and help him."
The talking purple-robed man looked around, lowered his voice again, and spoke carefully.
"Please don't say this, brothers. The relative was drunk and uttered the truth while he was confused, saying that it was the prime minister's mansion. There were often distinguished guests coming by, but instead of going to the front door, he greeted him from the side door. Come in, look at the clothes and wear, none of them are chasing the clouds, but rather—"
Speaking of this, the man paused and paused.
The storyteller on the stage was talking about the general’s soul crying on the battlefield, sad and moving, but the tea guest listening to the man surnamed Xu on the tea table was anxious.
"Brother, come on!"
"Don't worry, brother, don't you just want to say this, brother!"
Seeing that aroused the interest of others, the purple-robed man's face was filled with triumph,
"That distinguished guest is dressed up as a barbarian."
"Barbarian, okay, that dog officer, but colluding with foreigners, causing me to chase Yun Zhongliang!"
Hearing this, the Buyi Tea Guest was so angry that he cursed at last, and when the cup fell, the tea splashed on the table.
"Who doesn't know, that prime minister, dressed up to be sympathetic to the people, but behind his back, he is searching for the people and anointing the people, which made us miserable."
"It's a pity that the sage is still kept in the dark by the traitorous official."
A few people beat their chests, and what can they do with the prime minister
The prime minister's mansion has a red vermilion lacquer gate, with a black golden silk nanmu plaque hanging on the top, and then go inside, with heavy glazed tiles on the head, white marble on the bottom of the foot, nine bends and eighteen bends, all covered with broken gold, magnificent and magnificent. The eyes of the flowers and the servants who came and went, all dressed in uniform styles of Tsing Yi and pink clothes, the material was more expensive than the average small family.
The prime minister's mansion is so luxurious, it makes the people hate the owner of this mansion even more.
At this time, in the study room of the prime minister's mansion, the prime minister Wang Miao was still wearing an official uniform, sitting in front of the case, with a gray robe man kneeling in front of him.
"Master, I have found the location of the North Hongzhai, but the stockade has been protected very well, and the subordinates should not be able to forcibly break into it."
"Huh! You are incompetent. There is no way to take that little girl. Three years ago, she took Feng Yi back to Beihongshan. According to her temperament, she would inevitably take revenge. Now, if she finds her location, she will try her best to kill her. She is, so as not to have many dreams at night."
A fierce gleam flashed under Wang Miao's eyes, and her left hand squeezed the teacup.
"Yes, the subordinate takes the order."
The gray-robed man left, and the incense that was burning inside the censer on the table was gone.