At the time of the Inner City Privy Council, Li Qiming's residence will also have a small banquet tonight. Several officials of the Privy Council, as well as Wang Xiawen of Guangyang. Li Qiming's residence is one of the best luxury houses in this capital. It was originally three mansions, but they were all opened by Li Qiming and were rebuilt. There are even artificial lakes that can be rafted and rafted in the mansion. There are pleasure boats on the lake, and there are naturally actors singing and dancing in the pleasure boats.

The northern part is not as dense as the south, so there is no such enjoyment as a pleasure boat. However, Li Qiming built a lake at home and built a pleasure boat at home, so he could enjoy it at home like Jiangnan. Li Qiming couldn't write a few poems, which would not prevent Li Qiming from listening to the lyrics written by others. This small banquet was naturally on the artifacts of the artifacts.

"Uncle, we really underestimated Xu Wenyuan." Xia Wen obviously knew what would happen today.

Li Qiming shook his head and said, "Xu Wenyuan? No! All of this must be arranged by the old man Ouyang Zheng. Ouyang Zheng likes to show off like this most. Today's appearance is obviously Ouyang Zheng's work. This old man seems to be going to live with me."

When Xia Wen heard this, he also felt that Li Qiming was saying something. He replied: "Uncle, the matter has come to this point. We should think about remedies. Tomorrow, the staff of various yamen and Jindian Guards will set out north. It will take ten days to leave. I heard that there are still hundreds of surrendered rebels in Xuanfu, so I am afraid that the money will be exposed."

Li Qiming seemed a little angry and said, "That guy Li Tong is too stupid. He is smart and wants to punish a captain. He has many methods to make trouble to this point. If this matter is exposed, he will be blamed on his own. No wonder others."

Li Qiming's words naturally make some sense. Li Tong was really a little self-righteous. Maybe he had been a local emperor in Xuanfu for a long time and was too conceited. It was not that there was no safe way to solve the Fang brothers, and he could even do one soldier without any effort. Even if the Fang brothers occupied the city, it was not that even if they rebel and appeased for a few times, they could even let their son play some hard tricks, open the city, disband the soldiers who gathered to resist. In this way, they could have a good reputation and face, and they could still win people's hearts.

Isn’t it easy to deal with the two brothers of the Fang family? Li Tong insisted on threatening the lives of the Fang family in front of everyone.

At this time, someone next to him said, "Sir Li, I'm afraid that Li Tong will know that I won't save him. He will be desperate and talk nonsense. That's a problem."

Li Qiming said confidently: "This is not a troublesome thing. The real troubles are still coming. Have you noticed that something is wrong with Your Majesty today?"

"What is Mr. Lee's referring to?"

Li Qiming frowned and replied, "Your Majesty is obviously looking at Ouyang Zheng's ordinary man today, and he doesn't listen to any words from me. What Your Majesty thinks is not..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. In the past, the old emperor rarely made such decisive decisions in the court today. More than a dozen people in the court today spoke up for Li Qiming, but in the end they were not as good as a boy. This was no longer a matter of the truth, but the emperor suddenly changed and became less easy to pass as before.

Xia Wen felt even more nervous when he heard this and asked hurriedly: "Uncle, is it because my father doesn't like me? Is it because my father has another idea about the prince? So he wants to suppress his uncle's prestige?"

Li Qiming heard Xia Wen's anxious words and waved his hand and said, "Wen'er can't think about it. When Your Majesty was seriously ill, he had already made his attitude clear. No one in the world has ever fought for you. The knife in my uncle's hand is not just for you."

Xia Wen was still a little worried and said, "Uncle, this matter should not be taken lightly. It is natural for others to do so. There is a King of Wu in Jiangnan who has to be careful. If the father recalls him, things will be bad."

Li Qiming was not very worried about Xia Wenke's succession to the throne. On the contrary, he was a little confident. Seeing Xia Wen so anxious, he comforted: "Wen'er, don't be anxious, the throne must be yours. What you have to do is to enter the palace tomorrow to meet your mother, and let your mother inquire with His Majesty, so that you can calm your heart. With your mother inside and your uncle outside, how can this throne fall into the hands of others?"

Xia Wen nodded and relaxed a lot.

A person next to him asked again: "Sir Li, you must be careful about Li Tong's affairs. This guy knows a lot of things about us. If he really talks nonsense to save his life, he will probably be in trouble."

Li Qiming sat down right after hearing this, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then replied after thinking for a moment: "Tomorrow, the Privy Council will send people to Xuanfu to find a reliable person, and then talk about it after they can return. Now let's stabilize Li Tong first."

The man nodded, knowing that Li Qiming had a decision in his heart.

The weather is already cold and winter is already coming. The winter in the north is colder than in the south. Poor families have already wrapped all the thick clothes they can wear on their bodies. Rich families will also try every means to keep warm, charcoal fire, and floor stoves and kangs.

The charcoal seller has already carried a load and walked alleys alleys. The charcoal produced by the earth kiln in the mountains and forests is often so intoxicated that people can't open their eyes.

So Xu Jie, who was reading a book, shouted: "Boy Yun, throw this charcoal head out quickly, Young Master Xun is dead."

Yun Shuhuan hurriedly ran in, and used fire tongs tongs to clamp the smoke-filled charcoal head to the kitchen, throwing the charcoal head into the stove.

Xu Hu also murmured at the door: "This burden of charcoal has so much charcoal. The profiteer should not let me meet him."

Xu Jie put down the book, walked to the door, and asked, "Did the Second Uncle write?"

Xu Hu shook his head and said, "Zhong Bo's letter has not been sent yet, and I don't know if it has arrived."

Xu Zhong took Dong Zhijin and Zeng Rou back to Dajiang, and wanted to reopen the Dong family in Qingshan County, and also handed over the eighteen hands to Dong Zhijin.

"Go to the warehouse outside the city and send a letter to the people of the Longhu Escort Agency. If there is a letter, send it here as soon as possible." Xu Jie seemed to be unable to stand the speed of communication in this era, and Xu Jie was also concerned about it. Xu Zhong was too important in his heart.

"Young Master, don't worry. Who else in the world dares to provoke Zhongbo? Wouldn't you be tired of living?" Xu Hu comforted.

But someone came in outside the door, with a fat body and dusty body. He laughed when he entered the door: "Master Scholar, I'm back."

Xu Jie quickly walked up to him a few steps, looked at Yang Sanpang's smile on his face, but said, "It seems that you fat man is so hungry this time, and you have lost some weight."

"Damn it, I chased me all the way, and I chased me all the way to the foot of Mount Hua, and finally cut off all the ghosts. It seemed like a ghost ran away, and I couldn't find it anyway." Yang Sanpang said, not disappointed.

Xu Jie laughed and said, "Maybe I didn't run away, but you calculated the number wrongly."

Yang Sanpang asked seriously after hearing this, "Is it wrong? How many corpses were there by the river that day?"

Xu Jie asked back without answering: "How many have you killed, Fatty?"

Yang Sanpang thought for a while and replied, "Kill seven."

"That's it. The eleven corpses by the river, and the total number of eighteen ghosts is just right." Xu Jie replied seriously. Perhaps Xu Jie had not really counted how many people there were by the river, so he just wanted Yang Sanpang to be more happy.

Sure enough, Yang Sanpang laughed and said, "Hey, these eighteen are just right. The Eighteen Ghosts of the Yellow River have really become ghosts this time. I thought one of them ran away. Have fun!"

Xu Jie nodded and shouted again: "Boy Yun, please ask someone to drink warmly."

Yang Sanpang immediately shouted: "Daughter Yun, please ask someone to buy more meat. It's best to buy mutton and beef."

Then he heard Yun Shuhuan answer in the kitchen: "Hey, I understand."

Xu Jie turned his head and saw Yang Sanpang licking his lips, looking very greedy, and smiled and said, "You seem to be living a hard life."

Yang Sanpang entered the hall and said, "Ku, I used to chase others like this with Ersou, but I could still have wine and meat. This time, I was alone and I didn't even have some food, which made me greedy."

Xu Jie was a little nervous when he heard Yang Sanpang mention Yang Ershou. He turned to see Yang Sanpang, afraid that Yang Sanpang would look sad again.

However, he saw that Yang Sanpang was not very sad after saying this. Just like he was chatting casually, Xu Jie felt much more relaxed. He also knew that this trip made Yang Sanpang come out for a walk, which was really useful.

Perhaps Yang Sanpang missed the past countless times while chasing him, and remembered too many days when he was with Yang Ershu. Perhaps those memories were mostly happy. Yang Sanpang slowly learned to hide the sadness after being happy.

There was another scene when Xu Jie didn't see it. It was Yang Sanpang who killed someone. While killing, he laughed: "This knife was cut by my son Yang Sanpang, this knife...this sword was cut by Yang Ershu...this sword."

Then the unlucky ghost will die.

After that, Yang Sanpang felt extremely happy and would smile happily, and he would work harder when chasing people.

If someone kneels on the ground and shouts, "Grandpa, please spare me!"

Yang Sanpang would also answer seriously: "I have always been kind to others, but Ershou has a bad temper. He will definitely not be able to spare you, a little devil!"

Then Yang Ershu killed the man.

If Xu Jie was really on the spot, he might think that Yang Sanpang was probably a little schizophrenic.

Yang Sanpang, who arrived in front of Xu Jie, had no symptoms of schizophrenia at all.

The wine temperature was getting better and the meat came up. Suddenly it started to snow outside the door, and snowflakes were floating.

Xu Jie looked at the snow outside the door and said while drinking: "It's still early in the snow in the river."

Yang Sanpang suddenly asked, "Master Xiucai, is it snowing in Hangzhou?"

Xu Jie was suddenly asked by Yang Sanpang, and hesitated. Will it be snowing in Hangzhou?

"Let's go down. Broken Bridge and Canxue are talking about Hangzhou. I think it's snowing in Hangzhou, but there shouldn't be heavy snow, just starry sky." Xu Jie was determined for a few moments before answering.

Yang Sanpang nodded and asked, "The New Year is not far away, will the scholar go back?"

Xu Jie thought for a while and replied, "Go back. There are still people at home looking forward to it. Let's go back. Let's go back to Hangzhou first, take Xiaodao'er, and take a boat back to the river."

The person I hoped for at home is the blind old lady. Xu Jie also had to go back, and there was also a juren who wanted to take the exam. Xu Jie's household registration is in Dajiang, so he naturally had to go back to take the exam.
Chapter completed!