Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Ye Tang stayed at the ferry, while Xiao Huan and Lin Yi went to the city.

Qingning Mansion is located in the northernmost part of Jiangzhou, at the starting point of the waterway in the northern section of the Lujiang River.

Its location seems to be very important, but it is always very inconspicuous, the place is not big, except when "Should Laugh at Me" comes out of the cellar every year, people come and go quietly, this small town miraculously did not prosper.

As soon as I entered Qingning Mansion, there was a shadow of Lujiang in the sky, and I heard a familiar voice from the other side of the street, with a melodious tone——

"It's here, you wait quietly, you must be sincere."

Lin Yi paused, and looked at Xiao Huan: "Mr. Yuheng?"

Yuheng Jun's tone was very serious, and as soon as he finished speaking, he asked cautiously: "Master, can you really meet the nobleman this way? Can the nobleman really save me?"

Jun Yuheng snorted: "Sincerely, I have said it several times, sincerely!"

"Yes yes yes..." the man responded hastily.

Lin Yi was baffled by what he heard, stood still, and asked Xiao Huan: "Mr. Yuheng is still doing this? Who is he fooling?"

"He usually does things according to his mood." Xiao Huan sorted out his understanding of Lord Yuheng, and replied.

The two turned the corner of the street and saw the scene in front of them. Lin Yi closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, unable to bear to stare.

This street is the government office of Qingning Mansion. There are three long tables at the entrance, occupying most of the street, and there is a statue of some kind of god.

Among the offerings on the table, a pig's head was the most conspicuous, majestic and unstoppable, wrapped around a flower in red silk.

Holding a stick of incense, an official bowed three times devoutly to the statue or the pig's head.The subordinates of the county government stood neatly behind him.

And Mr. Yuheng was still in the half-worn Taoist robe, with a flick of dust, he stood proudly aside, pointing at everyone with a finger. , as if the god of gods was born.

Lin Yi recognized the official and said in a low voice, "Meng De'an?"

The official was Meng De'an, the prefect of Qingning Mansion. After he finished his obeisance, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mr. Yuheng raised his eyelids, then widened his eyes, and pointed at Lin Yi with a whisk He and Xiao Huan raised their voices: "Don't worship quickly, this is coming!"

Meng De'an recognized Lin Yi who was dressed in red, his pair of soy eyes shone like a wolf, and he rushed over with a groan: "Young master! Noble man! Sincerely don't deceive me, he has manifested!"

Before Master Meng touched the corner of Lin Yi's clothes, he was blocked by Xiao Huan who stepped forward.

He looked up and saw Xiao Huan, the tears in his eyes were frightened by Xiao Huan's indifferent eyes, and he quickly understood Xiao Huan's eyes, swallowed the "Prince" back to his stomach, and groaned Mouth said: "Grand...Young master."

Lin Yi was a little surprised: "Do you know each other?"

Meng De said respectfully: "I have met Mr. Xiao several times."

Meng De'an looked at Lin Yi, then at Xiao Huan, the ecstasy of begging the nobleman to win the nobleman was dispelled by confusion-why are Marquis Lie Jun and the Seventh Prince together?

Lin Yi glanced at the big pig's head offering offerings amidst the incense, and said with a smile, "Master Meng, what kind of dojo is this setting up? Asking for rain or money?"

Meng De'an waved his hand: "Young Master is joking, but please save your life."

Meng De'an used to work in Yingzhou. He was quite talented and an upright official. At that time, there were several old cases of noble families oppressing the common people. He dug them out and sentenced them. Lin Sihong even invited him to Hou Mansion is a guest to show appreciation.

However, as the name suggests, Meng De'an's way of life is to focus on the word "De'an". They are not people who hate evil and have high ambitions.

Lin Sihong told Lin Yi: "The secular world is turbid, and it is not bad to be an official like him."

Jun Yuheng wandered up to Lin Yi, and smiled at him: "How about the medicine?"

Lin Yi said: "You made that medicine yesterday? It does work."

Meng De'an looked at Lord Yuheng with admiration: "Master is worthy of being a master, and he is also proficient in the art of Qihuang!"

Mr. Yuheng waved his hand modestly: "It's okay, okay, minor ailments are fine, if Mr. Meng suffers from any incurable disease in the future, don't be polite, the old man may let you live a few more days."

"This...thank you in advance, Master." Meng Dean said after a pause.

Meng De'an bowed to them and said, "Young Master, son, why don't we go in and talk?"

Everyone entered the government office. After Meng De'an took his seat, his soybean eyes were full of emotions. He watched Lin Yi want to open his mouth, but was afraid of Xiao Huan beside him.

Xiao Huan said casually: "If you have any difficulties, just talk about it."

With this acquiescence, Meng De'an burst into tears again, looked at Lin Yi affectionately, as if holding a life-saving straw, and gritted his teeth: "Little Lord, help!"

Looking at Xiao Huan again, he felt that he could not hold this straw, so he just nodded his head very guilty, and then cried out his experience with snot and tears.

Three days ago, something happened to Qingning Mansion, which has always been unaffected by wind and waves, and a series of incidents broke Meng Dean's head and face.

The first one was a caravan from the Western Regions passing through Qingning Mansion. It was going to continue southward from the ferry, but it encountered robbers. After reporting the case, Meng De'an sent people to chase after it, but the robbers ran away to commit crimes, and the place where the accident happened was remote. After a whole day, there was no trace at all.

Meng De'an had no choice but to set up the caravan first. Unexpectedly, there was a little prince of the Yuezhi Kingdom in the caravan. The little prince's name was Wu Lanjia, who came to play with the team, and it turned out that he was the one who was injured the most this time.

Meng De'an almost fainted on the spot. In recent years, the countries of the Western Regions have been fighting with the Yan Kingdom gradually. Emperor Yongguang attaches great importance to diplomatic relations. If something happens to Ulanka, it will be like adding a flaw to the good situation. He, Meng De'an, doesn't have to mess around. up.

He tremblingly arranged for people to treat Wulanjia's wounds, but the Yuezhi people were still not satisfied, and urged him every day to speak, and if he couldn't do it, they would go to Emperor Yongguang.

"Tsk tsk, disaster is coming." Jun Yuheng shook his head and said.

"What can I do? The robbers can't catch them, do you want me to apologize with death?" Meng De'an looked at Lin Yi and Xiao Huan bitterly.

The second is that there was a famine in Yinping County in the first spring, and the hungry people fled to the south, and the Qingning Mansion under Meng De'an happened to be on the way they had to pass, so it was close to the water.

So Mr. Meng had just had a nightmare of being forced to die by the Yuezhi people all night, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he had captured tens of thousands of refugees.

Standing on the top of the wall, looking into the pairs of hungry green eyes, Mr. Meng almost jumped down.

Mr. Meng was stopped by his subordinates, but at least he went down from the castle tower, temporarily shunting the hungry people and settling them down. Then another unbelievable thing happened—Fanling Mountain collapsed.

Fanling Mountain is a sacred place of Buddhism in Qingning Prefecture. There is a Jiguang Temple on the mountain. The old queen mother came to pray and worship from time to time, and she has the origin of the royal family.

Can such a mountain collapse at will?

Meng De'an also asked the same question, but the monk of Jiguang Temple who came to report the letter folded his hands together and said with compassion: "Benefactor, if it collapses, it collapses."

Fortunately, only a small part of the mountain collapsed. Except for the crack in the statue of Wei Tuo Bodhisattva, there was nothing serious about Jiguang Temple.

But after all, it is not auspicious, and sooner or later this matter will be reported to Jinling. At that time, Qin Tianjian will say a few words, and Yushitai will participate in two books, so it may become a trend.But no matter how the wind blows, Lord Meng is doomed to stand in the wind.

Prince Yueshi was injured in an accident on his territory. Tens of thousands of hungry people crowded in sheds and waited for food in the northern suburbs of the city. The holy temple Foshan, which was stamped by the royal family, collapsed in half.Qingning County is not peaceful at all, and neither is Meng De'an.

Being an official was so unlucky, Lin Yi couldn't help looking at him sympathetically when he heard this.

"It's too miserable, Master Meng." Mr. Yuheng knows the cause and effect, and he still listens with gusto after listening to it again, "Young Master, son, Master Meng is desperate. I will help him set up a Taoist temple to ask for nobles. It just so happens that he came here You, fate."

Meng De'an wiped his tears and took out a red handkerchief: "The year of birth is unfavorable. Young Master and...Young Master, you must save the old man."

In fact, he was a little guilty, Jiangzhou was the territory of the Seventh Prince Xiao Huan, and as the prefect of a place, he was bumped into by Xiao Huan in an accident, which was embarrassing.

But his eyes were venomous, Xiao Huan was obviously in a good mood today, and he didn't care about these things, so he dared to speak, half to ask for help, and half to express his attitude to Xiao Huan.

Lin Yi thought that Xiao Huan, as a general, should ask him about Jiangzhou's affairs first, so he looked at Xiao Huan with a questioning look.

Xiao Huan's gaze softened instantly, and he smiled and said, "According to your idea."

Meng De'an couldn't help feeling that he was witty, and the Seventh Prince was really in a good mood.

Lin Yi rested his chin and looked at him sincerely: "Master Meng, we also have friendship, and we will definitely help if we can, but what can I help you?"

Meng De'an seemed to see a glimmer of life, his face turned from rain to sunshine, he rubbed his hands and said, "Young Master, don't worry, let's take one piece at a time..." He bowed again, looked at Xiao Huan with a worried expression on his face , "Come...?"

Xiao Huan took a sip of his tea and nodded slightly. As long as Lin Yi is willing to take care of it, he can give him the whole Jiangzhou.

Meng De'an took them to the prefect's mansion, first of all to condolences to the little prince of the Yue family who had suffered from bandits.

He didn't put the little prince Ulanka and his party in the official post, but invited him to live in his own mansion, just like inviting a Buddha to come back and make offerings.

"What's the use of our coming?" Lin Yi asked.

Meng De'an wiped his sweat with the natal year red handkerchief: "It's useful, it's very useful."

Lin Yi whispered to Xiao Huan: "We probably won't be able to drink wine today."

Xiao Huan shook his head: "I'll take you to drink tonight."

The prefect's mansion is neither big nor small, Jiangnan courtyard, fresh and quiet with flowers, trees and stone pavilions, but the west courtyard is lively, a group of people surrounded a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, the boy was lazily lying on a bamboo chair, watching his subordinates fighting crickets.

That boy was Ulanja, with curly brown hair, a high nose and deep eyes, and a very good-looking boy.

He had a splint on his left calf and must have broken a bone.

Wulanjia raised his eyes inadvertently, saw Lin Yi and the others, and fixed his eyes.

He looked at Lin Yi carefully, his eyes were bright, he jumped up from the bamboo chair, dragged his lame leg, and jumped towards Lin Yi, as if a hungry tiger was preying on food, and he spoke Chinese fluently: "My heart! My moon !"

The subordinates around Wulanjia exclaimed: "Your Highness, watch out for your legs!"

"He's so big!"

Lin Yi was confused, his eyes were sharp and his hands quickly blocked him. Wulanjia limped and braked sharply, almost falling down. Xiao Huan took a step forward very kindly, picked him up and threw him back into the crowd of his men.