When you travel to a peaceful era

Wow, standing behind Wen Xiangshen, Song Jieyang feels that Wen Xiangshen's acting is really too good, and he has pretended to be the essence of a dude, but what is the use of this pretending?Tell the bustard that he is rich?Easy to cheat?Matsuna, who couldn't understand, watched from behind.

Then in the next scene, a dozen silver ingots were stuffed into everyone's heart, and the old bustard of Bailianlou had seen a lot of things in the world. The girls waiting behind flicked their sleeves: "Come on, girls, come and serve the two young masters quickly, don't neglect."

Song Jieyang followed into the Bailian Building and looked around. This Bailian Building was completely different from the previous brothel. The women all rushed over, and the two of them went up to the second floor.The lobby in the building is wide, and several huge curtains hang from the second floor of the patio to the first floor, hanging above the ground.Behind the ambiguous pink curtains, there are vaguely one door after another, and the white walls between the doors are hung with ambiguous and graceful erotic calligraphy and paintings.

Matsunaya, who had been influenced by modern seeds, was not very interested in these things. Before being pushed into the prepared room where the sisters could sing alone, he took advantage of the confusion and secretly whispered to Xiang Shen: "How much is this?"

There are too many people here, and the silent questioning Shen stretched out three fingers. At this time, his attention was not on Song Jieyang, but he also looked around the internal environment of the Bailian Tower thoughtfully.

Two or three?Matsunaya guessed.

What happened afterward was that Song Jieyang was surrounded by women all over the body, and it was difficult to breathe. The women in Bailianlou were too enthusiastic, and the well-trained snuggling made him feel crowded. After such a long time to slow down, he didn't enjoy anything after the end. He just felt that he was allergic to makeup and regretted that he didn't go back to the palace to rest. curiosity.

After Song Jieyang was drunk with a pot of wine and leaned against Wen Xiangshen's arms, and was carried out of the Bailian Tower in full view of everyone, Wen Xiangshen put Song Jieyang down in the carriage smoothly, and then sat down. Okay, after covering them with a blanket, Wen Xiangchen slowly settled the accounts for Song Jieyang, who hadn't woken up yet: "I haven't made it clear to you before, but in fact, this is just a night of playing, singing and chatting, so I will use I paid 30 taels, plus the one tael I gave to the bustard earlier, and the tip given by the concierge for guiding people passing by for inspection."

32 taels, Song Jieyang, who was still silently calculating the results in his mind when he was drunk, actually saw the three bank notes given by Wen Xiangchen when he was paying the bill, thinking that he was too drunk to be too unbelievable Now he finally got an affirmative answer from the mouth of Shen Xiang.

Except for the capital city, the living expenses of most of the residents in Fucheng are only so much for two years, and the rural areas in the countryside are even worse. You must know that he has already spent so much money as a prince before he was a prostitute.

He originally thought that Wen Xiangchen was really here to show him the world, but in the end Ruanxiang Zaijiaoyu didn't see it, but instead saw the injustice of this society.

After drinking some wine, Song Jieyang pressed his forehead in confusion: "How much tax do these brothels pay every year?"

Asked about this, Xiang Shen just shook his head: "I am not an official of the Ministry of Household Affairs, but the backstage of this kind of brothel is generally strong enough to prevent these brothels from paying any taxes."

Not paying taxes?Matsunayo only felt that the whole person was awake.

Such a good location, such an expensive purchase, is not taxed. Who is the boss behind it?Is it too much?

Song Jieyang felt a little unbalanced: "Whose property is this?"

"Guess?" Sitting next to Song Jieyang, asked Xiang Chen with a serious face and didn't say the answer, but let Song Jieyang figure it out by himself.

Matsunaya, who thought of the crown prince, was the first to think of the nomination truthfully: "Prince?"

Asked Shen shook his head.

"I?"

Still shaking his head.

"Could it be some important minister in Beijing? For example, the imperial concubine's natal family?"

Asking Xiang Shen continued to shake his head.

To be honest, I have already mentioned all the thighs that may not be taxed in Jingzhong. Matsunako speculated in his heart, and finally asked in disbelief: "You?"

Still shaking his head.

"I won't guess anymore, I can't guess it." The frustrated Song Jieyang crossed his hands and sat still.

In fact, the guess is almost the same, Wenxiang Chen just sighed, and then said very sadly: "Although it is not my property, it is also the property of the Wen family, and it has always been taken care of by people from the Wen family , When I was young, I also looked through the account books, and there were millions of taels of silver in the account after a year."

"So much! No tax at all?" This amount... Song Jieyang thought for a while, this is not just a mountain of gold and silver, it can be a sea of ​​gold and silver, my God, this silver ingot will surely pave a road when melted, no, it can Several alleys were paved.

The dumbfounded Matsuna felt that something was wrong with him, and nobody cared about it?

Song Jieyang, who didn't realize that the prime minister was spending money on his own property without explaining his identity, thought about what was wrong, and only felt that the power of the three major families in the capital was monstrous.

If this is the case with the family, what about the imperial concubine's family?What about the queen's family?What about even those royal clans?

Thinking of the history books he had read in modern times, Matsunaya knew that it was written

The so-called clans are the rotten maggots of a kingdom and an empire. This era looks beautiful, but if they are eaten like this, they will perish sooner or later.

However, what can he do as a prince without real power who goes out of the palace to build a mansion, Song Jiayang thought for a while, besides watching, he seems to be able to only watch the show, he is the prince, the topmost existence of moths under the flourishing dynasty.

Wait, isn't this Bailianlou's inquirer?Isn't Wen Xiangchen the third young master of the Wen family?

Song Jieyang was silent, thinking about it for a long time, dare to ask Xiangxiang, pretending to be a dude brother, is he the third son of the Wen family so that no one will find out.

Thinking about it, I asked Xiang Shen that he had been away from Beijing for many years, how could people in this kind of place recognize the legendary third young master of their family.Song Jieyang, who is still drunk, can't stop thinking now. Wen Xiangchen's behavior is full of malice, not only wasting 32 taels of silver, but also showing him the evil of the rich and powerful in the capital. The unknown dark side.

Is this cheating yourself?It's possible to do this... It's hard to ask that Xiang Shen doesn't like Wen's family at all?No, why don't you tell the prince about this, it can completely set off a power struggle.

After thinking about all this, Song Jieyang was finally exhausted, and fell into Wen Xiangchen's arms with a flushed face, not concealing his alcoholism. He no longer had the brain power to think about what Wen Xiangchen was going to do.

It was late at night, and after leaving the brightly lit West City, Wen Xiangchen also felt exhausted. He couldn't finish his words, but he couldn't say them. These words can only be suppressed in his heart, for a lifetime...

Thinking of this, Wen Xiangchen also closed his eyes, hugged Song Jieyang who was already asleep and lying on his lap with his arms around him, and then pressed him in his arms while secretly taking advantage of Song Jieyang's drunkenness, he picked up the Matsuna's hair.

Feeling Wen Xiangchen's hand touching him, Song Jieyang smacked his mouth, and then said in a daze: "Aifei~"

The rippling tone made Wen Xiangchen's hands tremble a bit, and then he couldn't help showing a dumbfounding expression, Song Jieyang was addicted to calling his concubine, it was hard for him not to call him concubine this night.

Looking down at Song Jieyang with a smile on his face, Wen Xiangchen was stroking Song Jieyang without any hint of alcohol, when he suddenly heard the faint sound of singing from outside, mixed with the The girl really exclaimed coquettishly, hey, it seems that she knows who this opera singer is.

When thinking of this person, the carriage suddenly ran across the stone road and shook, asked Xiang Shen to fish it out, and held Song Jieyang firmly in his arms.

He asked Xiang Chen if he was in the carriage listening to the sound and hugging someone, while the guards behind him were struggling to follow the carriage.

Although the prince is a good person, they really dare not provoke Xiang Chen's majesty. As soon as they entered the palace, they, the selected elite soldiers, were ordered not to ride carriages and ride horses to ostentatiously pass through the market. They could only follow here obediently and did not slow down at all. ran behind the carriage.

People on the road couldn't help but give way one after another, fearing that they would bump into these big guys accidentally and end up with no good fruit.

Contrary to what I imagined, they didn't follow behind to put on a show for the prince and destroy the capital by smashing, looting and burning the capital, but the princess who came back from the frontier was very cruel. In his free time, he singled out all the guards in the palace. All the old, weak, sick and disabled were sent away and assigned positions with them, and the rest were treated with high salaries and high standards.

They will never forget those days, the days when they hid in the crowd and shivered.

Although the young concubine looked as beautiful as a flower in the words of the prince, she was cruel and merciless in her actions, and she beat people to the ground with a few tricks while laughing.

There are also people who are dissatisfied and want to compare with others, but the result can only be said that he is worthy of being a son who came out of his family. He is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, rites, music, riding and archery. He compared horse riding and archery in the martial arts field and crushed all the people present. People, even the eldest prince who passed by to join in the fun and came back to report on his work was compared.

After those few days, they began to work hard to become the legendary elite guards, and they couldn't be compared from head to toe by individuals!

The carriage ran for a long time, and finally returned to the palace. The drowsy nursing home at the door was awakened by the sound of the reining horse, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, seeing the indifferent asked Xiang Shen holding Song Jieyang in his arms and getting off Carriage, I just wanted to say hello to the prince.

However, his mouth was covered by the guard, and the guard who covered the courtyard blocked his mouth with his index finger and let out a hiss.

"Everyone go to bed, it's not too early now." Wen Xiangchen finally ordered.

The guards responded one after another: "Yes."

The author has something to say: ∠(?」∠)＿ When this chapter is published, it should be on the 26th... What should I say... I probably have a few more chapters left, but I can't hold it anymore, there are really too many homeworks... I have two animations, one photography and countless post-production work. It's too late, and another homework deadline is ahead of time... ∠(?」∠)＿百文给It can last for a few days, but after a few days, everything will be difficult to say... There will probably be three days, and it will continue until I finish my homework, otherwise I will be finished if I fail...Of course, it is only possible, because Half of them are joint homework, I'm really busy... I don't get enough sleep every day... I'm dying... ∠(?」∠)＿Although the number of people watching is only a single digit, but I still have to say it after thinking about it, after all, I have also chased it Text ε=ε=ε=┌┤*′д`├┘.I have the strength to change six thousand times a day, but the reality makes me have no time to type...By the way...the script is black forever! ! !The goddamn teacher kept chopping my script and failing it! ! ! ! ! !I hate to conceive short texts! ! !