Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The peaks and ridges are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on Tongguan Road.

"Wang Xidu, hesitated, sad that the Qin and Han Scriptures and palaces have all made soil."

Song Jian didn't like Beijing, he didn't like the cold and gloom of Beijing.

In the south, even in winter, the eye is still charming.

He looked at the gray sky, chanting the poem of worrying about the country and the people, and there was more gloom between his eyebrows.

The Imperial Academy is a department that keeps expectations, at least for now.

As the attendant of the Imperial Academy, Song Jian has not yet been assigned a specific position. For this reason, he has run through many relationships, but since the beginning of the Southern Cleanup, none of those relationships dared to plan for him.

The Imperial Academy is pure and expensive, but it is not a real authority.

The duty of the servant is to give lectures to the emperor and prince.

But Daming currently does not have a prince. Even if Maize is canonized as a prince, the prince has little teacher, Daming Hing and Bo Fang Xing are still staring at him, and it is his turn for Song Jian to go to class.

As for the emperor, it's even more nonsense, since he was enthroned, the Imperial Academy has been regarded as a decoration.

But I want to be funny. An official who didn't know much about the various classes of Ming Dynasty went to explain Confucianism to the emperor, and then had to connect those content with reality, analyze it, and let the emperor follow it.

Is this funny?

Standing outside the imperial city, Jian Song looked at the gray sky, suddenly felt that his job was a joke.

He missed Yanzhou. Yanzhou at the moment will be cold, bitingly cold, but soft and beautiful.

But Yanzhou is just a corner of the country. He didn't want to regard it as a paradise, so he asked for a relationship and finally transferred to the capital.

Where is the future!

The attendants of the Imperial Academy didn't talk much about the work, no, there are almost none now.

At first he was frightened, but then he was calm, anyway, his salary would not be less than a copper plate.

And he doesn't rely on salary to support his family.

Be careful of Jinyiwei and Dongchang!

Song Jian lowered his head and went to the west of the city slowly.

There is nothing to do, but you can't be in a daze in the yamen, so Song Jian often comes out in the name of searching for ancient books.

If the love of ancient books is said to be second to the Hanlin Academy, no one would dare to claim to be the first.

So the boring Shangguan opened his eyes and closed his eyes and agreed, so Song Jian often got the chance to come out.

The New Year flavor in Beiping City gradually became richer, but Song Jian didn't want to feel it.

Xin Laoqi didn't want to feel this either.

He and Ye Luoxue stood in front, watching Song Jian walk slowly.

"Master said that the most refreshing thing is to directly suppress it, but it is not good for the general situation and will only intensify the contradiction, so I have to use these methods as a last resort. But it can't be concealed."

Ye Luoxue nodded and said, "Song Jian is here, I'm going."

Old Xin nodded, what he wanted more now was to fight Ye Luoxue.

There are several bookstores here, and Song Jian went in and walked around, and then came out again.

He is going to find a restaurant to wait for lunch, preferably the one with women.

And Qinlou is naturally the best place, and the shopkeeper and staff there are very clever, and no customer's information has ever been leaked out.

Last time I was fought by Fang Xing, the Holy Land was brutally blocked, and countless men wailed for it.

But the New Year was about to come, and Fang Xing couldn't do too much, so he let go when Qin Lou's shopkeeper asked someone to intercede.

However, many people had a lot of money in their pockets, and Qin Lou's business became more and more popular. It is said that the water used to wash the face of the girl inside has scented the nearby dark ditch.

He hired a carriage and went all the way to Qinlou.

The back door of Qin Lou looked very thick, as if it had never been opened.

The carriage stopped at the back door, and the coachman got out of the carriage, slammed the door hard, and shouted, "A guest is here! Open the door!"

The heavy wooden door that seemed to have never been opened slowly opened from the inside. The door shaft must be oiled frequently, so there is no sound.

"Uncle is here, please come in."

A guy was very skilled in welcoming Song Jian to the third floor.

The women in the brothel are usually leisurely before lunch, so when Song checked on the third floor, many women were sleeping or chatting.

Don’t think that women do not snore when they sleep. Some snoring sounds can make people sleepless.

Listening to the snoring, in front of them were several women lying on the railings laughing and talking.

"Yo! A visitor is here."

When several women found Song Jian, they suddenly closed their smiles, either dignified or charmingly seduced.

In order to stimulate their enthusiasm, customers here are commissioned, so the competition is fierce.

And Song Jian is one of the high rollers, so naturally they can get the blue eyes of these women.

The women all looked at the dignified woman. Sure enough, Song Jian didn't even look at it, and pointed to the woman and said, "Go to your house."

As the door closed, the women outside were all laughing and talking together and whispered.

"Two fake serious, listen to their movements."

"That looks like a literati, can you chant poems?"

"What poem to chant? There is Yan Ruyu in the book?"

The number of women outside gradually increased, and everyone was listening to the movement inside.

"Recite the poem I taught you last time."

Song Jian's voice came from inside, but it was shaking.

After a while, a woman said, "Don't regret it if your clothes are loose, for you...ah!"

The gasp stopped abruptly as soon as it started, and then Song Jian angrily said, "Let you recite poems, isn't it... it's really not teachable!"

The two tossed another time later, and they recited two poems throughout the whole process, staggering in their recitations.

Song Jian came out later.

His clothes are neat, if it weren't for the flushing face and the fishy smell on his body, everyone would think he had just taught a woman to recite poems in it.

There were many women in the corridor outside. When he came out, most of them were laughing with their handkerchiefs over their mouths.

For them, this elegant way is good business!

Song Jian gave a dry cough and frowned, "Let's go away."

Women wouldn't listen to him, so Song Jian didn't know what to do, so he slowed down.

His body is a little weak, and he needs to hold on to the handrails when going down the stairs.

There was a burst of laughter behind him, and Song Jian was so angry that he was not going to eat lunch here.

He arrived at the edge of the lobby, and there were already two tables of guests in the lobby at the moment.

The guests at the two tables also saw him but didn't recognize him.

Song Jian felt relieved and warned himself not to come again next time, and then went to the backyard with peace of mind.

The backyard is mainly the kitchen, and there are some guys' residences.

He walked out of the back door smoothly, and finally smiled when he heard the door closing behind him.

"This is just living!"

He looked at the right side of the alley, but went to the left.

The left side wall of the alley has always been within the scope of Qin Building. Listening to the noise gradually increasing inside, Song Jian took a sip at the wall and cursed: "Bitch, I ate chili in the morning."

Along the alley, there is an opening in front and a street outside.

After walking out of the alley, the noise came, as if suddenly from the mountain to the downtown.

Song Jian tidied his clothes, and then saw a beautiful man walking towards him.

He was a little moved.

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If you have money, go to the Xianggong outside, and Song Jian knows a lot.

At this time, eating-all for men and women is elegant and fun, and it is the fun of scholar-bureaucrats.

So he stared at the coming man with a smile, and even prepared to expose his identity when necessary, or to attract or suppress this beautiful man.

The man approached, and Song Jian asked, "Where is the home?"

The man asked indifferently, "Song Jian?"

Song Jian was lost by this rhetorical question, and his heart was tense, and he said, "You have admitted the wrong person."

The man's beautiful face became more cold, and he said, "Song Jian, corruption and stubborn life."

Song Zhen's heart was cold, and fear surged like a tide.

His gaze crossed from the man's side and saw Xin Laoqi in the distance.

He has a good memory, so he remembers Xin Laoqi.

Xin Laoqi also looked at him coldly, allowing the crowd to pass by, his eyes locked firmly.

"No! I want to see your Majesty!"

There was a scream on the long street, which attracted everyone to look.

Then they saw a beautiful man kicking quickly.

Although the distances are different, some people can hear the sound of broken bones, and some can only judge his experience based on Song Jian's screams and extremely painful expression. But everyone was stunned by this sudden occurrence.

Just as Song Jian was about to fall, Ye Luoxue said in a low voice: "The people from Dongchang will come to invite you later."

The severe pain made Song Jian almost unable to speak, but he still roared, "The official is guilty!"

Since Dongchang is going to grab him, why should he be aggressive on the street?

This is revenge!

Let everyone see the revenge!

It must be Fang Xing!

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