I'm a professional

Yan Xiao finally found Ren Meng in a famous flower house in the capital.

At that time, Young Master Ren was drunk and teasing the dancer, his eyes were flirtatious, his eyelashes were a faint blue color... his whole body was full of prodigal temperament, no different from any idle dandy in the capital.

Yan Xiao came in a big way, the girls had already been invited down, only Yan Xiao, Ren Meng, and a few guards brought by Yan Xiao were left in the room.

Ren Meng didn't seem to have reacted, his face was still flushed with drunkenness, and he even muttered "Alian", but he didn't know which girl's nickname it was.

After a while, he seemed to finally realize who the person in front of him was, and stood up staggeringly to salute, "Xiaguan Meng... Meng... Ren Meng... seen... seen..."

Hearing this tone, he didn't even know that he was dismissed from office.And I'm afraid I'm really drunk, I even changed my surname...

"Hi-voo-"

What's more, before he finished the ceremony, he suddenly hiccupped, staggered and fell to the ground, rolled a few times until he landed at Yan Xiao's feet, and began to retch while lying on his stomach.

"presumptuous!"

Several guards immediately drew their swords.

Yan Xiao's expression turned cold, but he still raised his hand to stop the guards from moving, "Go out."

All the guards left under orders, only Yan Ren was left in the room.

Yan Xiao didn't move, just watched this person's "performance" condescendingly.

Ren Meng, however, seemed to be really drunk, vomited for a while, as if he was tired from vomiting, and just "slept" on the pile of pickles.

Yan Xiao stared at him for a while, but the man seemed really drunk, motionless and completely asleep.

The two stood and lay down for a long time, then Yan Xiao said, "...Yuzhou is suffering from floods, someone recommended you to me."

Ren Meng's fingers twitched, and his eyes snapped open.

At this time, Yan Xiao had already turned his back.

--who is it? !

No...he knows who it is!

[Water control is a major event, a major event that will benefit future generations. 】

[The offspring have nothing to do with you? ...This is also a good thing to leave a name in history...]

The man's gentle voice seemed to be in his ears, and after three years, he even remembered every pause clearly.

Why did he have so many scruples at that time, why was he so restrained?

If he had made up his mind to stand out back then, he would never be so mediocre and become a discarded chess piece now.

If he had more weight, then...wouldn't it be able to help him?

Ren Meng Huoran got up, regardless of the filth on his body, and chased to the door, he said loudly: "I want to see him!"

Ren Meng's request to see him was rejected.

It's just that when he left, there was a thick stack of letters in his hand. He flipped through a few pages, and stood there for a long time in a daze.

In the end, he solemnly turned in the direction of that person, kneeled down and kowtowed deeply on his forehead, following the etiquette of a disciple.

——For the people, for the common people.

It has nothing to do with who owns the country....

Your heart and will, the disciple understands.

Bai Mu didn't know that his meaning had been sublimated to such an extent, and he had an extra "disciple" for no reason.

He did this mainly because he took too much advantage from Yan Xiao, which made him a little flustered.

——Is it so easy to take advantage of the protagonist's attack?Why don't you pay back ten times and a hundred times when you look back?

Instead of passively choosing, it's better to take the initiative to attack—isn't it one of the ways to pay the protagonist back by training younger brothers?

……

Thinking of this, Bai Mu felt a little more at ease with his behavior of wandering around in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion.

Therefore, the protagonist Gong deserves to be the protagonist Gong, and there is nothing he cannot do no matter how big or small he wants to do.

——If you say to remove the threshold, you will remove the threshold, and if you say to build the road, you will build the road.

In less than half a month, Bai Mu was able to push the wheelchair to come and go freely in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion without any hindrance.

After walking in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion for several days, the smoothness made Mo Yan a little overwhelmed. He completely forgot about the initial stumbling block, and began to urge Bai Mu to go out for a stroll.

Bai Mu... was actually a little moved.

After all, I haven't been out for so long.

But thinking about the "notorious" debuff on him now, he was still a little entangled.

Going out like this...wouldn't someone throw rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves or something?

Bai Mu was still hesitating, but within a few days, he received a gift.

——Luxury and luxurious upgraded wheelchair plus.

Shock absorption is top-notch, and it can even climb steps.

...Lu Ban is alive again? !As expected, he is worthy of being the protagonist Gong, and there are many talented people under his command.

Why hesitate?Go out and surf.

With a new "means of transportation", Bai Mu took Mo Yan out without hesitation.However, a few guards were added before going out.

Mo Yan was still very dissatisfied with the guards who followed, and murmured at Bai Mu.He guessed that these people were here to monitor them, and even wanted to shake their faces to drive them away.

Bai Mu shook his head, "I encountered some bumps and stumblings on the road, are you planning to carry the wheelchair for me alone?"

Mo Yan looked at the refined iron at the joints of the wheelchair, with a look of embarrassment on his face, he gritted his teeth for a while and said, "I can carry the master back."

Hearing this, Bai Mu couldn't help but look at him more.

He just used "back"...

——Back to the Marquis of Wu'an?

...Thinking about it again, this kid has never mentioned anything about the Pei family ever since he came here.

A little thought flashed in Bai Mu's eyes, but he quickly put the matter behind him——

Forget it...why think so much?

He is almost "dead".

……

In the end, the guards still followed on the road, Bai Mu knew very well, even if they were making a fuss with inkstones, driving this group of people back would probably turn from light to darkness, why bother?

Bai Mu calculated that he hadn't gone out for nearly half a year, and when he came out, it seemed like he had just changed the world, and everything he saw was strange... He would look at even the slightly rarer stuff.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the guards behind him had already had their arms crutched, held in their hands, and hung around their necks... In short, a bunch of messy things were piled up on their bodies.

Bai Mu: "..."

He couldn't help but say, "I don't want to buy it."

There was a leader among the guards who quickly stepped forward and replied, "This subordinate wants to buy it."

Bai Mu: "..."

He was speechless for a long time, no wonder he felt that the people on the street were looking at him just now, he thought it was strange looking at the wheelchair, but in the end, it was just looking at him being taken advantage of?

Seeing that Bai Mu didn't say anything, he just turned his head and continued on.

The guard leader scratched his hair in some embarrassment—madam, is he angry?

Turning his head and glaring at one of the guards again: Blind idea! !

The man was even more aggrieved: This is obviously the order of Lord Hou.

After Bai Mu learned this lesson, he looked at everything indifferently, and his eyes never fell.

If those people in the palace were smart, they might be able to judge the master's likes and dislikes from the subtle differences in attitude, but obviously for these guards who are five big and three rough, whose main duty is to protect, this question is really beyond the outline.

But there is one thing that they understand very well.

— Madame, he was very angry.

Several guards looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally had no choice but to put out those messy thoughts, and followed behind obediently, not daring to do any more unnecessary things.

……

If we say the busiest place in the capital, I'm afraid it's the Wa Si side of the Yuangui Bridge in the north of the city. Shadow puppetry, acrobatics, puppets, etc. are dazzling.

But Mo Yan didn't dare to take his master to that place.

The bustling is lively, but those crowded and rough hands and feet, now his master is weak and can't stand the bumps.

If you ask him, the teahouse is not bad.

He already knew how many teahouses there were in Beijing, and scholars often chatted there.

In the past, the master would go over to have a look at it occasionally when he had spare time, and he would like a few words of praise when he heard some insightful remarks.But later, for this compliment, those people who are trying to gain fame are actually guarding the teahouse, talking about it with the words they recited.

But Mo Yan didn't know how the master heard that it was recited.But after a few times, the master really didn't go.

Or because I was too busy, I passed flawlessly.

Now that it is rare to come out once, Mo Yan follows the road to the teahouse.

The stops and stops on the road are more of a sign of wandering, but they are indeed closer to the teahouse named "Xianshe".

The teahouse has remained unchanged for many years, and the decoration is still the same. A dilapidated thatched shed suddenly popped up among the brick and tile houses. If there is anything special, it is the two words on the signboard that catch the eye. some.

But the ink inkstone is at a barely recognizable level, and there is no good or bad.

So, in his eyes... the teahouse is still a shabby shack.

However, revisiting the old place after such a long time, Mo Yan felt a little emotional, as if he had returned to the situation before his master did not become an official.

If you want him to say, if only those days were always... fine.

He thought about those old things, and there was a smile on his face, but the closer he walked, he could vaguely hear the voices of people inside, but his smile froze all of a sudden.

The wheelchair being pushed forward suddenly stopped, and Bai Mu almost fell due to inertia. He helped the armrest next to him to stabilize his figure, raised his head and asked Mo Yan, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yan's face was stiff, and it took a while before he could force a smile, "Master, I just saw a... juggler in the east, let's... let's go and see it?"

The smile on that face froze into a strange arc, and the anxiety was almost overflowing.

Bai Mu glanced in the direction of the teahouse as if feeling something, it seems to be a side effect of pain shielding, since he woke up this time, all five senses have degenerated to a certain extent, now that he is so close, listening to the sound in that teahouse When talking, it was only vaguely like bugs buzzing, and the content could not be heard.However, Mo Yan's appearance as if he was facing a formidable enemy, combined with his completed "notorious" mission, Bai Mu also guessed roughly.

But he was really curious, what did those people say about him?

After waiting for a long time for Bai Mu to answer, Mo Yan couldn't restrain himself, pulling the wheelchair back a few steps, as if trying to stay away as much as possible, he raised his voice again, as if trying to overshadow something, "Master! Let's go Bar!!"

The voice is full of crying.

Although Bai Mu was curious, he didn't want to embarrass his own baby. After hearing Mo Yan's emphasis, he immediately nodded and said: "...OK"

Before he could pronounce the word "Xing", Mo Yan made a 180-degree turn, pushed him and ran away in a hurry.

Bai Mu: ...

He shifted his focus subtly for a moment: This wheelchair... is amazing.

In that teahouse.

A few young men dressed as scribes were talking about the matter that Pei Jiasanlang was so depraved that he was banned by the Marquis of Wu'an.

People who were once unattainable have fallen to such an unbearable situation, which always makes people feel some secret pride and excitement in their hearts...

Now they can also stand in a high position and judge this person wantonly. The pleasure is addictive.

This is just a rumor, and it is rumored that someone was sent to prison for talking about it... But rumors are not as good as they are, and this rumor of going to prison has aroused people's enthusiasm even more, just from a blatant discussion. , turned into a private discussion behind closed doors.

However, these people were obviously a bit carried away. At first, they lowered their voices and talked in a low voice. As they spoke, their voices became higher and higher, and their words became more explicit... Even those obscene words appeared, and they would utter them from time to time. Some with that meaningful "everyone knows" kind of smile.

Hearing these explicit words, a young man who was originally staying in the corner couldn't help but grabbed the teacup in front of him. He wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it...but the words became more and more excessive.

In their mouth, Mr. Pei Dashan has become an Israeli waiter, who charms the king... a man's favourite! !

"Bang!!"

He finally couldn't help it, and put down the cup in his hand.

The loud noise made everyone in the teahouse look over, and those scholars naturally stopped talking and cast their gazes.

Being watched by so many people at once, the young man completely lost the vigor he had when he knocked on the table just now, his face was flushed, and his whole body showed a cowering attitude.

After a moment of silence, a man in blue sneered among the few scholars we were talking about just now, half mockingly said: "You have to listen to a song even if you want to ask for a reward? I just give it when I put down the bowl..."

He elongated his tone meaningfully, his face narrowed.

Everyone will also laugh.

—Isn’t that a beggar?

The young man was so ashamed that his neck was red and he couldn't sit still. If he wasn't in the innermost corner, he might have fled by now.

Also, compared to the people in this teahouse, the clothes of this young man are really shabby: there are even patches of the same color fabric on the cuffs, although the color is the same and the stitches are fine, but you can see it if you get close .

After the crowd laughed, no one paid any attention to him, and they continued to talk about their original topic, and those scholars also took up the discussion.

The young man was overly ashamed, but somehow he had the guts to walk up to those scholars with heavy steps.

Seeing that this person really came over, the man in blue shirt was surprised and then flashed a hint of contempt. He said a little impatiently: "What's the matter? Do you really want a reward?"

The young man looked at him straight, and said word by word: "A gentleman does not sing rumors.#"

What he said was stern and very solemn, but there was a strong local accent in it, and the effect alone was a bit funny.

But maybe his attitude was too serious, no one laughed at this moment.

— This is not funny at all.

The man in the blue shirt who was confronted was stunned for a few moments, his face flushed red.

Was he being taught a lesson by this bumpkin? !

The man in blue stood up abruptly, his dilated nostrils flaring, he took several deep breaths, then narrowed his hanging eyes, and looked critically at the young man.

Clothes, appearance and character... This person is really sharp-tongued, and a few words can degrade people to nothing.

That young man is not good at words, the sentence just now is already rare, how can he refute it now?

Embarrassed and ashamed, he stood where he was, with nowhere to put his hands and feet.

Still, someone next to him couldn't see it, so he helped out with a few words of persuasion.

The blue-shirted scholar just sat down with a victorious expression on his face, with a complacent expression, and muttered: "Where did you come from? What do you think of the cottage? Anyone put it in?!"

He was obviously very proud of this victory, and he didn't shy away from the fact that the young man was next to him, so he showed off to his friends.

It's just that not long after, a little boy jumped out of the room, and the child's voice was crisp and clear: "The master said, what the young master said is true."

When everyone was still puzzled, the little boy stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation, "...please go back."

The blue-shirted scholar was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant.

——The owner of the idle house, actually wants to drive him away? !

He was still waiting to reason, but a few tall and strong men came out from inside, and the expression of the man in the blue shirt froze for a moment.

Seeing this, his companions also pulled him back one after another, trying to persuade him, and they left the teahouse in embarrassment.

……

The young man was still stunned by this sudden development, and an old man with a kind face walked out of it.

The guests in the teahouse seemed to know the old man, and they called him "Old Yao" respectfully. The old man smiled and greeted them one by one, and then turned his head to smile at the young man, "Listen to my little brother's accent, but he is from Qizhou."

The young man hurriedly cupped his hands, "Student Chu Yu is from Linyi, Qizhou."

The old man seemed to have realized something, "Linyi..."

Chu Yu was extremely ashamed.

Mr. Pei Dashan saved his entire county back then.

But now that his reputation has been tarnished, it's a pity that he still had the heart to sit back and watch at the beginning. He is really... ashamed of the words of the saint and the rules of his conduct.

The author has something to say:

"A gentleman does not sing rumors, does not break his words, and does not tell people what they can"

"Zeng Zi Li Shi"