Chapter 90
An accident happened at Baoen Temple. Zhang Youcai was so arrogant that he wanted to "burn the top of the roof to the ground", but Han Ruzi had no intention to pursue it. The matter was suppressed like this, and the accompanying officials pretended not to know. For them, all accidents that were not arranged in advance did not exist.
After Cui Xiaojun returned to the mansion, he heard about it, and he pondered: "Maybe he is really a master of the world, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to see him."
"It's good that I don't see it, that mad monk... is outrageously crazy." Han Ruzi remembered that there was still a stench in his nose.
"Extraordinary people have their own extraordinary words and extraordinary things." Cui Xiaojun's house also has a Buddhist hall. He used to read Buddhist scriptures a lot, and he said with a little confusion: "'The morning sun will not rise in the east, and the red flames will rush to the west to startle the world', it sounds like It's not like the Buddhist language, it's more like a folk prophecy... Forget it, don't take it seriously, maybe it's a boring crazy monk."
Han Ruzi smiled and went to bed, but he couldn't take it seriously.
In his opinion, the seemingly unintelligible poem is not a prophecy with profound meaning, but a simple riddle, and the person who solved the riddle knows very well the whereabouts of Hou Wanhou in recent months.
In the past few months, Han Ruzi went out to hang out every now and then, buying all kinds of delicious and fun things. At first, his entourage also restricted his whereabouts, slowly slack off, opened one eye and closed one eye, and let the Hou Juan and his friends go. Vendors bargain.
The most frequent places for Han Ruzi to go are the East and West cities, especially the East City which is closer to home. There is an alley where a large number of fortune-tellers gather, and those who look for qi used to be among them. Those who were angry were caught or fled, but they recovered only a month ago.
Han Ruzi thought that he could find clues about Chunyu Xiao there, and that Yang Feng's so-called mysterious gang might also take the initiative to contact the Emperor Abolition, but such a thing never happened.
"Chaoyang does not rise in the east tomorrow, and the red flames rush west to the world."
Han Ruzi thought to himself that the mad monk Guangding might be reminding him that the person he was looking for was not in the East Market, but in the West Market.
He has also been to the West City, where there are also fortune tellers, the number of which is much smaller than that of the East City, only occupying a few faces of an alley.
As a deposed emperor, he can't be too purposeful in anything he does. Therefore, after waiting for half a month, he went to the West Market and announced that he wanted to buy some cloth for the people in the house to make new clothes.
There are many cloth shops in the West City. Han Ruzi rode a horse and stopped outside the door of the shop. Zhang Youcai went in and talked to the shopkeeper. Du Chuanyun and two other entourages accompanied Hou Juan outside.
The guy inside held out the cloth sample, Han Ruzi nodded, just wanted one, shook his head, and the guy changed another one.
Du Chuanyun didn't like shopping very much. The owner rode a horse, and he walked on the ground. He was even more unhappy. He hugged his shoulders and yawned. enough."
Everyone in the manor knew that the young instructor couldn't speak, and Hou Juan didn't care, nor did the other two attendants.
"Is it bad to do a few more sets and change new clothes often?" Han Ruzi said with a smile.
Du Chuanyun looked at the clothes on his body, "Of course it's not good, people who practice martial arts, the newer the clothes, the more uncomfortable they are..."
Before the words were finished, Hou Juan had already slapped his horse and walked forward. Du Chuanyun said to Zhang Youcai, who walked out of the store, "I persuade your master, he is now more and more like a playboy."
The shop will send the staff to deliver the selected fabrics to the Marquis Mansion. Zhang Youcai just pays for it, clapping his hands and smiling and saying, "What's wrong with the dude? How many people want to be but can't be."
Du Chuanyun pouted and shook his head again.
Han Ruzi didn't find "Red Flame West Rising", but saw the word "Red Fire" in front of him.
It was a closed shop. It looked like it had not been taken care of for a while. The door panels were mottled and outdated. There was only a small piece of the Spring Festival couplets attached to both sides that fluttered in the wind. The handwriting was dim. Find.
"Red Fire" is "Red Flame", but who should I look for next? Han Ruzi began to wonder if he was thinking too much, maybe he was really a simple crazy monk, and he was attracted by something in his heart.
The four followers followed, and Zhang Youcai said with emotion: "The West Market is so lively, and there are even shops that cannot be opened in places where an inch of land is expensive."
Another entourage said with a smile: "The owner is also confused. He sells wine across from the famous Nogui Building, but it is such a small storefront."
"Is this place used to sell wine? That's really the wrong place." Zhang Youcai also had the same opinion.
Han Ruzi turned around and saw a tall restaurant on the opposite side. People came and went on the street. When passing by the door, he couldn't help but smell it, as if he could take advantage of it.
Han Ruzi didn't smell the alcohol, and when he raised his head, he met the two eyes from upstairs. The man seemed to just casually glanced at the window and immediately retreated.
At this time, Han Ruzi no longer doubted, pointed to the restaurant and said, "Is this place famous?"
Zhang Youcai and Du Chuanyun were inexperienced in this kind of thing, the older servants licked their lips, "'If you don't get drunk, you won't go home, but if you get drunk, you will become immortal. Definitely a first-class wine tasting place, and Nancheng's..."
"I'm not in a hurry to go home today, just eat here."
When Hou Juan spoke, the entourage was of course happy, Le Dian Dian led the way, Han Ruzi jumped off the horse, handed the reins to the entourage, smiled and said to Du Chuanyun, "Why, can't you drink?"
"I'm good at drinking, but—" Du Chuanyun frowned, "If you plan to live like this every day, why don't you let our grandpa go away."
Han Ruzi has never revealed the purpose of his wandering around, and at this time he is not going to say, "That's not good, you two saved me, I have to repay you and let you live a life of worry-free food and clothing."
Du Chuanyun had a lot of headaches just by the words "no worries about food and clothing". He likes rivers and lakes, and is used to the days of wandering around the world. He was a little fresh when he first entered the Hou Mansion, but now he just feels bored and squeezes his stomach. , It seems that even the fat has grown out, "No, one day I have to find Yang Feng, as long as he..."
Zhang Youcai pushed Du Chuanyun forward from behind, "It's really weird, you don't enjoy the blessings, you have to suffer, drink and drink, I don't believe that the wine on the rivers and lakes is better than here."
Before noon, there were not many guests in the restaurant. The guy invited them to the private room. Han Ruzi only needed the window upstairs. "The scenery is also a good dish."
The man has seen such arty people a lot, and smiled: "From here, you can see the outer lake of Taiye Pond. If you are lucky, you may be able to see the painting boat in the palace, but today is enough, the son is too early. some."
Zhang Youcai snorted disdainfully from behind.
Han Ruzi really didn't have the right to laugh at the man. He only once took a look at Taiye Pond when he went to "catch a traitor" in the palace, and he never went to the water's edge again, let alone what a pleasure boat looked like.
Han Ruzi went upstairs and sat down by the window. The staff recommended a few dishes. Zhang Youcai wiped the chair and table again. After getting permission from the master, he and the other attendants happily sat down at another table, patted the table and asked for wine. , Du Chuanyun was young after all, so he threw away his little dissatisfaction with a few words, and rolled up his sleeves to fight wine with two older followers.
Marquis Juan and his wife are soft-hearted and lax in discipline, so the servants are naturally more casual.
Han Ruzi looked out the window, and sure enough, he saw a piece of water in the distance. The water should lead to the palace. Nearby, there were row upon row of houses. The street was full of people, but upstairs it was not harsh.
When the wine and dishes were served, Han Ruzi tasted them one by one, and there was indeed a unique flavor. Behind him, the entourage drank five or six. Although Du Chuanyun was young, he had a large amount of alcohol, and he had to drink in a big bowl. Zhang Youcai ran over a few times. Seeing that the master did not need to serve, he ran back to eat and drink with confidence.
Han Ruzi's gaze finally swept to the opposite guest, who was also looking at him.
It was a middle-aged man in his 40s and 50s. He wore a hat like a Taoist crown on his head, but he was wearing a scholar's long gown and three long beards. His appearance was so good that people couldn't guess his identity .
"This son doesn't seem to come here often." The guest spoke first.
There were only three or five tables of guests upstairs, and it was not unusual to chat with each other.
"First time." Han Ruzi raised his glass.
"If your son is not too loud, I have a little reminder: drinking alcohol in the afternoon can easily damage the liver, so you might as well serve it with fresh fish."
Han Ruzi thanked him, called his buddy, served fresh fish and dishes to both tables, and then logically invited the person opposite to come over and drink at the table. Zhang Youcai and the others took a few glances at the man, and saw that he was more elegant and didn't particularly care.
"In Xialin Kunshan, did you not ask the son's surname and name?"
"My surname is Han." Han Ruzi didn't give out his name, and Lin Kunshan didn't ask much, just called him "Master Han".
The two of them chatted casually. The four of them at the other table had already drunk to their full extent. Zhang Youcai had the least amount of alcohol, but he did not dare to drink too much, and he was barely able to stay sober. Shaking, both sides refused to admit defeat.
Lin Kunshan lowered his voice slightly and said, "It's late spring, why doesn't Young Master Han go out for a walk in the city?"
"I also have this intention, but I don't know where the scenery is worth seeing."
Lin Kunshan nodded, poured a little wine on the table, dipped his finger in the wine, wrote a few words, and said, "This is the best place."
In the Dark Fragrance Garden of Xiaonanshan, when Han Ruzi saw it, Lin Kunshan erased the handwriting and stood up to say goodbye.
Han Ruzi had heard of Xiaonan Mountain, which was not a well-known place for outing, but Anxiang Garden had never heard of it.
He was very excited.
After noon, Huanhou and his party returned to the mansion. Han Ruzi was full of alcohol smell. He didn't go to the back house, but rested in the front hall. Zhang Youcai asked slantingly to wake up the soup, Du Chuanyun drank too much, and he didn't follow the etiquette. , Sitting on a chair and sleeping soundly.
Han Ruzi was pacing back and forth in the hall, thinking about his next plan. He would not inform Yang Feng. The eunuch had not heard from him since he went to the Northern Army. Han Ruzi planned to talk about it after he got more information.
There was no one else in the hall. Du Chuanyun, who was still asleep just now, suddenly jumped up and came to Juanhou's side. He held his arm tightly and asked solemnly, "Why do you deal with Jianghu Warlocks?"
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