After leaving the Meng family, I walked along the Heng Street that I came in last night, turned a few turns, and then went to Yu Street.

At night and during the day, I saw the Imperial Street, and the solitary style.

The imperial street at night is like a geisha under the cover of the darkness, with outstanding appearance but still refusal. The lights and candles are filled with joy. The prosperity is full of endless indulgence. The coming and going are all happy guests. The welcoming and seeing off are all prodigal sons. The tile hooks are the best time of business in the day at night. The lanterns are burning hot, like the unrestrained enthusiasm of the girls sitting on the railings under the thin clothes.

During the day, Yujie returned to normal. The bustling crowd continued to flow from one end to the other along Yujie, but merchants doing business obviously occupied the mainstream, and the door of Wazihuanchang became much quieter. After all, there were still very few people who got up early in the morning to visit prostitutes.

Yang Xiaolei and Jiulong Ande looked at the men who were buttoning their Confucian shirts from the tile, their feet were weak and pale, so they showed disdainful smiles and pointed at them and mocked them.

People from Shimenfan understand that Jiangnan regards sleeping in brothels as a very charming and elegant thing. In the eyes of the barbarians, there is extra money. Why don’t you have to go on the right path? The world outside is so difficult and the threat outside is so huge. Is visiting prostitutes more important than the fate of the country?

As the saying goes, the Tao is different and they do not plan for each other. Chang Sun Hong did not mean to take them to the tile raft to enjoy and appreciate them. He slowly rode his horse in the crowd and headed towards the south of the city.

The further you go south, the less people there are on the street. Gradually, after passing Zhong'an Bridge built on a river in the city, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road after passing the towering drum tower.

"This area is mostly the imperial government offices, and there are basically yamen on both sides, so ordinary people rarely come here." Tour guide Li Tingzhi introduced, pointing to the high-headed and big-faced yamen on both sides and the cross streets wider than ordinary alleys on both sides: "There are the residences of the Lords and nobles behind this place. It is close to the imperial city and the palace city. At the foot of the emperor, it is easier to enter and exit and make it easier to go to court in the morning. Moreover, living here and isolated from the people, the people are looking for a quiet place."

"But you have also seen it. There are some shops here that look similar to those in the south, but they are very different inside. Not to mention the luxurious decoration, the things inside are all good goods, including Jinlou Silverlou Glazed Agate, and the prices are ridiculously high. Anyway, every time I go to Beijing, I can only check it out and can't afford it."

"The offices of each yamen are arranged according to certain regulations. The Privy Council is the center of the court and holds military power, so it is at the innermost point, next to the imperial city. On the one hand, the officials can go in very quickly if they have something to do, and on the other hand, they are very proud of their backs against the imperial city."

As I was talking all the way, I arrived at the place in a short while. Everyone dismounted, and their servants led their horses to take care of them.

The Privy Council of the Southern Song Dynasty had a great reputation. It fell on the ground, but it was just a row of ordinary courtyards. However, the door heads were indeed majestic. The lintels of five rooms were nailed with copper nails on the front door. The door knockers were as big as ordinary people's heads, and the beast-faced tiger-headed faces were ferocious. Two rows of mighty imperial guards in front of the hall stood on both sides, protecting the huge plaque on the top. The three regular black words "Prince Council" were particularly solemn.

Li Tingzhi went up to hand over the post, and a doorman picked it up and sent it in. Another minor official came over. Then everyone arranged to rest and wait in a room.

When he first entered the most mysterious central authority of the Song Dynasty, Changsun Hong still felt very novel. When he entered the gate and bypassed the screen wall, there were several corridors inside, leading to different yards. Looking around, a yard with a yard was covered with a large area, and it covered a lot of land. The officials wearing round-leaders and public uniforms passed by. If he looked at it inadvertently, he actually felt like he was in the office building of a large company in the future.

There were still a few people waiting in this room. Yishui's vermilion official uniform was sitting upright. Seeing Wang Kui and others coming in, they took a look.

When officials meet, since they don’t know each other, they have to say hello. However, they have to look at the level of patronage and sex, and only those with the same level are qualified to speak. Otherwise, it would be very rude to a low-level official to talk to officials who are several levels higher than them.

However, the two sides met and had not yet talked, and someone had already handed over it.

"Brother Changsun? Is it you, Brother Changsun?"

A strong and tall young man stood up from his seat, shouted in surprise, and walked over.

Changsun Hong never expected that someone in the Privy Council room would recognize him and call him so intimately, which was really unexpected.

He looked over suspiciously and saw that the person who was talking was young, with a round neck uniform that fitted very well. He looked tall and tall, with a back and waist, and his spirit was bright and full of energy and energy.

It seems to be a general.

"This one is..." Changsun Hong did not dare to recognize each other rashly because he really couldn't think of who this one was.

"Brother Changsun doesn't remember?" The young man was also a little surprised and quickly said, "I am Chen Yu, the prefect of Hezhou Zong, we have spoken."

Chen Yu?

Changsun Hong slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered.

Isn’t it the reckless boy who plagiarized his “Jintangchun” in Hezhou?

There is also a sister, what is her name? Forgot.

That happened more than ten years ago. At that time, Changsun Hong was still a shitty boy, and he was a student in Hezhou City, learning the ways of Confucius and Mencius from Master Zhou, and writing poems every day.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than ten years.

Master Zhou has passed away, and things in the past have changed.

The little kid who was the same size as himself at that time was now wearing a scarlet official robe and was a general with a dignified official position.

"I remember, I remember." Changsun Hong smiled, trying to make himself look less embarrassed: "I'm giving you a basket of gifts."

"Yes, yes, my father's eyes were straight after I brought back those gifts. He was stunned for a long time before asking about the reason. I told him that it was given by Changsun Hong, a talented man in Hezhou, with a profound meaning. He repeatedly praised you and said that your future is definitely limitless. If you meet today, Brother Changsun will really live up to his reputation." Chen Yu looked even more excited when he saw the official robe on Changsun Hong's body, and looked like he looked: I'm right.

Changsun Hong became more and more embarrassed, and he regretted how he brought up the basket of farm tools and bacon. That incident was a misunderstanding.
Chapter completed!