Southern Zhou Dynasty.

In the city of Bianjing in late summer, the warm breeze makes tourists drunk.

Yang Lue and several brothers were in the city.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, and there were too many cars and horses blocking the middle passage.

The shops on both sides were bustling with people shouting and bargaining.

"If we say the most lively place in the world, it must be here." He Cong said with some longing: "The letter from Lang Jun also wrote quite well about the current Taoxian County. I wish I could fly over and have a look.

"

Yang Lue was not interested in this. "When I found someone later, I lost all my ferocious energy."

He Cong smiled and said: "Where does the fierceness come from?"

"When I was staying at Niilu, the guys told me that your whole body is filled with the smell of blood." Yang Lue scolded, "Put them all away."

"That guy has a good nose." He Cong said with a smile.

"People in the car, boat, shop, and other industries have a pair of eyes that recognize people, otherwise they won't be able to do it for a long time."

The group first found a family to stay at, and Yang Lue ordered He Cong to inquire about the news.

He Cong searched all the way outside the official department. The disciple looked at him coldly, "Who are you looking for?"

"Master Zhang." He Cong said with a smile.

"No!" Menzi stopped looking at him.

He Cong grabbed his sleeve and said with a smile: "Please send a message and tell me when Yang Jin will be able to handle it."

"Let go!" Menzi's face was cold, but suddenly there was a smile on his face, "Wait!"

"Trouble."

He Cong smiled.

Menzi went in and weighed the weight in his cuffs, "He is a generous man!"

Just as he grabbed the cuff, He Cong threw a piece of silver into it.

Menzi lowered his hand, and the silver slipped from his palm.

After a quick glance, he walked a little faster.

Do things with conscience.

How much money do we give, how many things can we do?

When they arrived outside Chief Zhang's duty room, the doorman said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, someone has come outside to ask when Yang Jin's matter will be handled."

The slightly fat Chief Zhang raised his head and said majestically: "I'm busy today and I don't have time."

"yes!"

Menzi went back and said, "You are unlucky, Master Zhang is not free today. But..." Menzi's conscience broke out again, "Master Zhang likes the spring fragrance of Mingyue Tower the most."

"Thank you."

He Cong returned to the reverse journey.

"I gave him 5,000 yuan last time, and I said there would be more follow-up. He said he was unavailable, and he was trying to sell things off. He wanted to do a private transaction by the way." Yang Lue said, "Go to the Yamen again and wait for him to come out.

He approached me on the pretext of delivering a message, saying that I was waiting for him at Mingyue Tower."

"Countless!"

Yang Lue stood in front of the window, looking outside with his hands behind his hands, "The situation at Lang Jun is very good, I'm afraid Beiliao won't be able to hold on."

"To be honest, brothers, I thought that the young master said it would take more than ten years to suppress Bei Liao, but I didn't expect it!" He Cong sighed: "I see, this is God's will."

"God's will?" Yang Lue turned around and said, "Those old men taught Lang Jun how to read, and he progressed very quickly. I was very happy, thinking that Lang Jun was gifted. Who knew that I went to visit Lang Jun one night, and saw him in the moonlight?

I read it in a low voice and was so engrossed that I didn’t even notice that I was walking behind me.”

"Tenacity!" He Cong praised: "As good as your Majesty."

When it comes to honoring the emperor, Yang Lue looked stern and said solemnly: "Your Majesty knew that the road ahead was difficult, but he never looked back. Lang Jun inherited your Majesty's tenacity. This is not only God's will, but also a blood inheritance."

He Cong nodded, "This is the blood of the true dragon. The one in Chang'an City is really an old dog!"

"Is he worthy of being an emperor?" Yang Lue sneered, "All the famous generals in Bei Liao were beaten by Lang Jun, and then he captured Ningxing and Bei Liao, and they were no longer a threat."

"The tiger is eyeing Guanzhong!" He Cong's blood boiled.

"No, it's the dragon returning to Guanzhong!" Yang Lue said.

"General, by then, we will be able to reunite with Mr. Lang!"

"When Lang Jun raises troops and becomes the puppet emperor, he will inevitably mobilize the Southern Xinjiang Army to help. At that time, we will send troops to contain it. It is best to lure the Southern Xinjiang Army to attack the Southern Zhou Dynasty."

This was Yang Lue's plan. For this, he planned for half a year, opened a way, and planned a way for himself.

The position of county magistrate.

On this trip, he came to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to be reviewed.

If you don't pass the test, where will you come from?

The core is Chief Zhang.

Off to the Yamen.

Chief Zhang's majestic face appeared at the gate of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and He Cong rushed to greet him.

"I've met Mr. Zhang."

Manager Zhang said with a cold face, "You are."

Damn!

Isn’t it the money I gave you last time?

He Cong smiled and said: "Little man He Cong! He Cong was the one who sent a letter to Chief Zhang last time."

"Oh!" Mr. Zhang covered his forehead, "What are you doing here?"

"No, there is a letter from the principal!" He Cong took out a letter and handed it over, and whispered: "My husband is waiting for the principal at Mingyue Tower."

After saying that, He Cong handed over and left.

At this time, don't think about whether he will come. If he doesn't want to come, you can't invite him.

As for the enthusiastic Zhang Zhang, this person looks majestic, but your enthusiasm in public will only make him feel embarrassed.

Director Zhang received the letter and led the horse slowly.

Later in the evening, he went home first, changed into civilian clothes, and said to his wife: "I have made an appointment with someone to discuss something."

"Don't work too hard," my wife advised. "I'll buy some good decoction later, and my husband will also take supplements."

Director Zhang went out and walked around a few times, and finally appeared outside Mingyue Tower.

At the beginning of the founding of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, the emperor had a rule that officials and generals were not allowed to enter brothels.

But the subsequent drinking and the release of military power made the generals depressed. Not to mention going to brothels, there were also many who made brothels their home.

This ban will then be repealed.

However, Chief Zhang is usually known for his majesty. When he comes to places like this, he is in plainclothes and uses a false identity.

"Wang Langjun!" The old bustard ushered him in happily, "Chunxiang has been hired by someone, but I think that person is useless. He will be able to come out in a quarter of an hour at most."

"Wang Langjun!"

Someone on the side called Mr. Zhang, but it was He Cong.

"Um!"

Director Zhang walked over and followed He Cong upstairs.

Arriving outside the room, He Cong opened the door, and Yang Lue stood up and saluted.

Chunxiang, a first-line prostitute in Mingyue Tower, stood up and said with a smile: "Wang Langjun."

"Um!"

Chief Zhang went in.

Then there are spring flowers, snow and moon.

Yang Lue never mentioned his official position until he handed over a certificate before leaving.

Manager Zhang took a look at the certificate from the cash box, and he could go get the money with the certificate.

Ten thousand dollars!

Manager Zhang said calmly: "You come tomorrow."

"yes!"

I worked all night just for this sentence.
To be continued...