Zhang Huan took over the post of Minister of War and went to the Ministry of War on the same day.

Liang Jing was temporarily in charge of the affairs of the Ministry of War and had been handed over to him for a long time.

When they were about to leave the Yamen, the two of them finished.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet Song Gong." Zhang Huan was quite regretful.

Liang Jing was good at managing relationships, so he immediately called someone to ask: "Is Mr. Song at home?"

"Song Gong returned home today and has already left."

I didn't even go to see him off... Liang Jing was a little embarrassed, and then he smiled and said, "Did Mr. Song leave quietly because he was worried that we would be sad?"

Zhang Huan sighed: "When I come back to my hometown when I am old, I look at Chang'an and never let go. I know this mentality."

Liang Jing smiled and said: "I heard that Zhang Shangshu took good care of Zitai?"

Zhang Huan said: "I have some similar interests."

"That's my brother!" Liang Jing unceremoniously brought the relationship closer, "I'll invite you out for a drink later. If Zhang Shangshu doesn't give up..."

Zhang Huan had just arrived in Chang'an and needed to re-establish a network of relationships. Behind Liang Jing was a noble concubine who was quite powerful in the Ministry of War. He wanted to get in touch with this person to facilitate subsequent directors.

"Easy to say."

The two agreed on a day to drink, and Liang Jing took his leave.

Just as they arrived at the gate of the Ministry of War, a clerk came in and saluted Liang Jing.

"I've met Mr. Liang."

"Where did this go?" Liang Jing said with a cold face.

Running out to do personal things during working hours is a phenomenon that he has recently cracked down on.

The clerk said: "I made a big mistake at the beginning. Fortunately, Duke Song forgive me. I am very grateful. Today, I finished my errand early and asked for leave to see Duke Song off."

"Can we see Mr. Song?"

"I didn't see it. Song Gong left long ago. However, I heard that Yang Shijun went to see him off and wrote a poem."

Zitai is very affectionate!

Liang Jing felt a little sad, feeling that it was a pity that such a talented person with such great affection was unwilling to serve his brother and sister.

"What poem?"

"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world will know you."

…

The Chang'an officialdom felt that Song Zhen had offended the emperor, so he was driven away.

No civil servants went to see him off, but many upright military officers went to see him off.

Yang Xuan also went.

This news was spread, along with two poems.

"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world will know you."

When the brothel girls heard these two lines of poetry, they couldn't help but praise them, and then they composed music and sang the harmony.

But after all, there are only two sentences, which are too short.

…

After receiving the reward, Yang Xuan originally wanted to return to northern Xinjiang.

"Stay!" Zhou Zun said, "Wait until the meeting before going back."

"Yes." Yang Xuan responded, "I wonder how Aning is doing."

The father-in-law immediately became angry, "Look at you, you have only been married for a long time, and you have been away from Aning for a long time. Which husband is like you?"

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, "It's all business."

“It’s time to push!”

"yes."

This is the Zhou family.

Yang Xuangang had just had lunch and drank wine with his father-in-law.

A steward came in.

"Mr. Lang, I went to a brothel with some friends today."

At this time, the brothel was not only a holy place for men, but also a social place.

"Isn't it appropriate?" Zhou Zun asked calmly.

The steward nodded, "Someone wants to deal with Xiao Langjun, and he will have to do with those people later."

"Zitai!"

Zhou Qin came, carrying two wine jars.

He has a certain number of drinks at home, but he can only drink alcohol when entertaining guests.

Grandson-in-law is here!

Is it wrong for me to have a drink with him?

But Yang Xuan's scalp went numb when he looked at the wine jar.

"My father-in-law, the things over there in Dechang are big or small. How about I go take a look!"

Dechang is the character of Zhou Xin.

Zhou Zun was thinking about how to persuade his father to drink less. Hearing this, he was secretly happy and said with a straight face: "Dechang's work is not reliable, so go quickly!"

Yang Xuan left hastily.

Afterwards, Zhou Qin and his son had another dispute.

"Zitai has just returned from the expedition. I want to talk to him. Is it inappropriate?"

"Okay, but Aye, how about waiting for two days?"

This is a delaying tactic... Yang Xuan couldn't help laughing.

"Wait for two days so that you can send out good hands to add water to my wine jar?"

Zhou has a lot of good hands. He keeps them at home and practices them when he has nothing to do. When something happens, he goes out to work. For example, when Zhou Qin went to Yanshou Palace last time, he used some good hands.

Aren’t the experts supposed to look after homes and homes?

Can it still be like this?

"You have good skills, don't I?" Zhou Qin sneered.

It seems that the father and son are going to stage a secret war.

Yang Xuan felt that it was better for him to stay away.

…

Xiangyun Tower has a very elegant name, but it is actually a brothel.

Zhou Xin and a few friends are enjoying singing and dancing at the moment.

Jiang Rong, an active member in this circle, sat next to him, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Dechang, singing and dancing are boring after all. How about getting some new people to try it?"

Zhou Xin shook his head, "It's noon. I'm a little dizzy after drinking, so I won't do it anymore."

Bai Rixuan is not in the habit of saying that.

Jiang Rong smiled and said: "Is it possible that you are dying?"

Men can say no to anything, except this!

You didn't see that the emperor was ridiculed by the Southern Zhou Dynasty and his power was weak, so he started a war.

"Who said that?" Zhou Xin raised his eyebrows, "I just don't like it."

"Then call a few of them!"

Jiang Rong couldn't help but ask for a female prostitute.

"It's easy to talk about. There just happened to be a newcomer who just arrived. I guarantee that he will be new." The female steward who led the team gave them an ambiguous look that you know.

Newcomer!

Everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

Immediately, several female prostitutes came in.

All young.

And the temperament is not bad, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each has its own style.

Everyone picked for a while, and the last one left was Zhou Xin.
To be continued...