After a brief panic in the capital, the calm returned quickly. After all, it was the people at the foot of the world. There were many strong winds and waves. The changes of dynasties and the changes of the throne. Such dramas were always staged every few decades. This was before the Taiping New Year. When the world was in chaos, it was not impossible to change emperors in a few years. Although the current era seems not so peaceful, in eight days, they sent away the two emperors and welcomed a new emperor who was about to ascend the throne. However, they were all from the Li family. Although the struggle was fierce, they did not cause too much turmoil in the capital.

In this regard, Cao Yi does have extraordinary skills, and the calmness of going to Beijing cannot be separated from his tent.

People in the capital like to talk about the mountains and discuss current affairs. This is an inherent advantage compared to other places. Whether it is a path or a government release, they always know more about it in the morning than those from other places. The teahouses and restaurants all over the capital are even more of the distribution centers for these idle guests. A cup of tea, a plate of peanuts or other snacks can be sat in the teahouse for a whole day, chatting about the mountains and setting up the dragon gate formation, and having a great time. Other people with other purposes will make full use of this and sending out some true or false news here.

So, these places have always been news distribution centers. But whether the news you get is true or false, it depends on your own skills to distinguish it.

Hong Anbang walked steadily into the largest teahouse in Shangjing West City in all directions. Dong Dasheng, who was following him, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his waist. No matter how he looked, he looked like a servant, but he was afraid that anyone who knew his true identity would be shocked. Dong Dasheng was a real guerrilla general in the Fangshi of the Northern Army.

"The master is here, please come in, please come in!" The waiter greeted him with a smile on his face, "There is a elegant seat upstairs, please come upstairs!" Looking at Hong Anbang's clothes, he didn't look like a person sitting downstairs and mingling with a group of people with spare time.

"Just sit downstairs!" Hong Anbang smiled and said, "I like the excitement. The more people there are, the more I like it!"

While speaking, Dong Dasheng had already stepped forward quickly, walked to a table, grabbed his sleeves, and wiped the stool hard, "Master, please sit down!"

"Yes!" Hong Anbang nodded, sat down steadily, looked at the somewhat disappointed waiter and smiled: "The best tea, and the snacks you specialize in here."

The waiter immediately smiled happily. Most of the people sitting in the hall were big road goods worth five cents a pot. This was not much profit, but just a shout-out. The one who really made a profit was the elegant seats upstairs. I saw Hong Anbang dressed well, and thought he would definitely dislike the noise downstairs, which led to the elegant seats upstairs, and he could get a small commission, but Hong Anbang was a little disappointed, but when Hong Anbang opened his mouth, he couldn't help but feel happy. He didn't take the elegant seats and wanted the best tea and the best snacks, so he wouldn't have less commission.

"Okay, you can wait a moment. It's time to go!" The towel in his hand was swung and put it cleanly on his shoulders. The waiter had already left.

"Sit, you can sit too!" Hong Anbang pointed to the bench opposite and told Dong Dasheng.

"Yes, lord!" Dong Dasheng sat opposite him with his body in oweth.

Since it is the best tea and the best snacks, of course it will be served quickly. In the blink of an eye, the waiter came over with a large tray. The plate was filled with exquisite porcelain, two snow-white tea cups, and four small plates. The inside was neatly stacked with desserts that could be taken from the teahouse.

"Master, please!" Putting the teapot, tea cup and saucer on the table, the waiter said with a flattering smile.

"Yeah, okay!" Hong Anbang nodded. Dong Dasheng immediately took out a little broken silver from his sleeve and threw it to the waiter. The waiter immediately smiled and worked in the hall. He basically had no rewards. Even if there was, it was a small amount of money. The guest was indeed proud. The broken silver in his hand was probably not five cents, which would be worth half a month's salary.

"Master, please drink slowly, please say hello if you have anything to do!" The waiter nodded and bowed.

Dong Dasheng waved his hand patiently, and the waiter immediately stepped back.

"Master drinks tea!" He lifted the teapot and poured the green tea soup into the snow-white tea cup, and a fragrance spread out immediately.

"The tea is good!" Hong Anbang sipped and smiled.

Dong Dasheng didn't have that kind of pleasure, so he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one go.

"You're a cow drink! It's really awesome, you're still suitable for drinking a big bowl of tea!" Hong Anbang shook his head repeatedly.

"Big bowl of tea quenches thirst!" Dong Dasheng said with a smile: "This thing!" The small tea cup was pinched in his hand and turned around for a few circles. "It can only moisten the throat, trouble!"

Hong Anbang couldn't help laughing. "Try the snacks, the snacks in this teahouse are good. These are said to be made from the palace." Pick up a piece of cake and chew it slowly.

The crisp sound of the bang scared Dong Dasheng, and his hand quietly pressed on his waist, turned around to look at the place where the sound was made, but it was high in the hall. At this time, a blind old man and a girl with two long braids were sitting on it.

"Dear uncles, today my grandparents and grandchildren will continue to sing to you the heroic deeds of the Great Commander Yun in the north to fight against Mongolia!" The old man put down the gavel in hissing.

"Okay!" A loud shout came from the hall.

"Old man, sing quickly. Yesterday, I sang it at the important point, but I kept it from my side. I asked for a lot of rewards. If I don't sing the feat of Governor Yun's one arrow to retreat to the enemy, I will overturn your table!" Someone was shouting loudly, but it sounded like he was praising the good singing of the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Everyone, listen!" The old man smiled slightly, tilted his head, groped and picked up the drumstick in front of him. With a light blow, the girl sitting next to him had already opened her red lips and started singing.

Hong Anbang and Dong Dasheng were very surprised. Unexpectedly, in the capital, there were people singing books and singing praises to Governor Yun Da. "If you sing well, you will get more rewards later!" Hong Anbang said with a smile.

"What kind of singing can be done? It's thousands of miles away from the north, and it's just hearsay." Dong Dasheng whispered.

"Come on, enjoy tea and music!" Hong Anbang chuckled.

The singing on the stage was that Yun Zhao sent troops from Yizhou, charged alone, and shot the cavalry generals of the Sima family with one arrow to scare away the Meng people. The woman's voice was crisp and melodious, which was indeed extraordinary. The rich guests in the hall burst into cheers from time to time.

"It seems that the governor is also well-known in Shangjing!" Dong Dasheng was also full of blood. He participated in that battle himself. At that time, they were still Anqing's border army and were not strong, but they won the battle with fewer ones. It was because Yun Zhao led the way and charged bravely that he won the battle, forcing the Meng people in the end.

Hong Anbang nodded slightly.

After singing this passage, the drums came to an abrupt end. The woman stood up, held a tray, and walked to the hall with her head down. Whenever she walked to a table, she would stop and raise the tray, but didn't say anything. There were jingling sounds inside the tray, and it was obvious that the harvest was pretty good. When she walked to Hong Anbang, Hong Anbang smiled and took out a piece of silver one or two pieces, and gently placed it in the tray.

The woman looked up in shock and looked at Hong Anbang, "Sing well!" Hong Anbang nodded slightly.

The woman blushed, she walked away with her head down, turned around in the hall, returned to the stage, leaned into the old man's ear, and whispered a few words. The old man smiled and beat the drum, and said loudly: "Today, the old man and his granddaughter will offer you another paragraph. Thank you for your reward!"

"It's better to sing the story of Governor Yun and defeating Meng!" Someone applauded.

"I'm still singing about Governor Yun today, but it's not Po Meng, but what happened to Governor Yun when he was young!" the old man smiled.

"Whether it is, Grand Commander Yun is the youngest general in our Dayue. His deeds are legendary and I will never get tired of listening to them!" A tea chef said.

The drums sounded again, and the woman's yellow sounded again.

However, this time, after less than half of the hearing, Hong Anbang's face changed drastically, his brows frowned deeply, and Dong Dasheng also looked at the blind old man and the young woman on the stage in shock. This passage was exactly what Yun Zhao had before joining the army. It was fine if the one in front, but the Mengren slaughtered the village behind him, Yun Zhao's mother's deceased wife disappeared and was caught in the south. His whereabouts were unknown but not everyone could know.

"It's strange!" Dong Dasheng lowered his head and said to Hong Anbang in a low voice.

Hong Anbang's face was already ugly, because what the old man sang at this time had already involved Yun Zhao's privacy. Although the lyrics did not clearly state it, it was clearly stated that Yun Zhao's wife was abducted to the south and was dominated by a powerful and backgrounded person. She was separated from Yun Zhao and could not meet.

At this time, there were also screams and scolding in the hall.

"Damn old man, what are you making up? What a hero, Governor Yun, who dares to force his wife?"

"Damn it, old man, who is this person? Don't hide it. I spit on him. Governor Yun is fighting on the front line, but someone actually takes his wife. This is not immoral, it is lacking the virtue of his mother's 18 generations of ancestors. I fuck his grandmother."

The atmosphere in the hall was very hot, but the old man stood up after a heavy blow, and the woman next to him quickly reached out to support him.

"Everyone, the old man makes a living by singing books. Although he has made up a lot of stories in his life, Governor Yun is my hero of Dayue, so I dare not make up random things. Let's get here today!" The old man trembled with the support of the woman, holding a hand drum and walking out of the teahouse.

Hong Anbang threw a ingot of silver on the table, and the man stood up, "Follow them!" and Dong Dasheng followed the old man and the woman who were singing.
Chapter completed!