Chapter 124: As long as you want, as long as I have

Everyone in the Jinzhou Yamen knew that Lord Envoy had a habit of not leaving the office unless he went out for inspection during his time in the Yamen. This habit of bringing good reputation to Envoy Sun had been maintained for so many years.

Today, just when I was in the yamen, Sun Envoy gave up the habit of sticking to his life for many years and returned to the mansion. Tang Chengdan had already felt the urgency of the matter from this action.

It was still the flower hall of the governor's mansion. After Tang Cheng came in, he was still greeting him and asked: "Is something wrong in Yangzhou? Brother Yujun is still safe?"

"This matter is not hindered by Yujun. Tang Cheng, don't worry, sit down and talk." Mrs. Sun's words made Tang Cheng feel a lot calmer. What he was most worried about on the way he came just now was something happened to Wu Yujun in Yangzhou. After all, Lin Ming's precedent was there.

Mrs. Sun has only one younger brother. What if something happens to him, what will happen?

"Tang Cheng, look at this." The envoy Sun handed over a court newspaper.

Tang Cheng took over the court newspaper and there was a faint fragrance of ink. Obviously, this was the latest issue, and the copying time was still very short.

There was only one news recorded in the court newspaper, but the weight of this news was enough to shake the entire Tang Dynasty.

The conflict between the prince of this dynasty Li Chongjun and Wu Sansi finally accumulated to an irreconcilable level. Under the strong pressure of Wu Sansi's plan to depose the prince, Li Chongjun, who was unbearable, launched a mutiny.

Not long ago, Li Chongjun led the left Yulin General Li Duozuo, the right Yulin General Li Sichong, Li Chengkuang and others to rush into the Liang Palace with more than 300 people from the left Yulin Army and thousands of cavalry, and killed Wu Sansi and his son who were having a banquet. More than ten Wu Party members who came to attend the banquet were also killed.

The Liang Palace succeeded successfully. Li Chongjun, who was bleeding from his hands, led his troops to the palace city and accidentally cut in. He intended to kill Empress Wei and Wu Sansi's daughter-in-law Princess Anle. Who knew that his speed was still slower. At this time, Empress Wei and the princess had already arrived at the emperor first. Then the emperor of the dynasty rushed to the Xuanwu Gate Tower, climbed the high and shouted, and the rebels immediately collapsed and most of them surrendered.

After failing, Li Chongjun led more than 100 subordinates to escape from the palace city Suzhang Gate to Zhongnan Mountain. He is currently under the encirclement of the imperial court.

When Tang Cheng was in college, he heard his teacher mention Li Chongjun's mutiny, but he just forgot about it at that time, and he didn't even remember the time of mutiny.

For him at that time, the mutiny more than 1,300 years ago did not arouse much interest, and there were too many such things in history books.

But after traveling through time, the situation became different. The newspaper in his hand recorded that the mutiny was very small, but only for this very small number of words, Tang Cheng looked at nearly two incense sticks before he looked up. Between the lines, now as a Tang man and a civil servant in the Tang Dynasty, he felt the strong blood and the sound of killing.

In the imperial capital Chang'an City before this mutiny, the four most powerful families were the emperor, namely Wu Sansi, the powerful minister standing in front of the stage, and Li Chongjun, the princess Li Chongjun, the hidden mansion of Anguo Prime Minister and Princess Taiping Mansion of Zhenguo. After a mutiny, Wu Sansi and his son died on the spot, Li Chongjun was charged with fugitives, and the four major forces that were strong enough to influence the court and the world immediately went to the two families. Such huge changes and shocks will bring a profound impact and impact to the court and the Tang Dynasty officialdom?

Although Tang Cheng vaguely knew that there would be this mutiny, and even some things in Yangzhou were arranged based on this, when the incident really happened, Tang Cheng felt the most confused.

What he knew was the most important context of history, but he knew nothing about the details and could not see clearly. In terms of his current position, what is more useful is these details, such as what impact and changes will this mutiny have on the officialdom of Shandong and Jinzhou? Will this change affect Sun Envoy and then affect him?

After careful recollection and careful analysis, there was no result. With this court report in his hand, Tang Chengzhen wanted to travel back again. He carefully checked what changes Li Chongjun's mutiny caused to the officialdom of Shandong East and Jinzhou.

"After this mutiny, the court has been in trouble since then!".

Sun Envoy reached out to take the court report from Tang Cheng, and his expression was the same as Tang Cheng. He no longer had the soft and gentle smile that was as gentle as Jiangnan, and what was replaced by a calm and solemn person.

He silently folded the court newspaper and put it away. Envoy Sun didn't say anything about Tang Cheng's feelings. After a long silence, he said something, "Tang Cheng, you go back and prepare now and leave for Yangzhou early tomorrow morning."

"Yes", when Tang Cheng nodded and agreed, he felt a little disappointed. His previous sigh was both sincere and also contained the meaning of temptation.

He wanted to capture some information from Sun Envoy's dialect - information about the distance and distance between him and his observation envoy Lin Baiyu. As the hard-core confidant of Prince Li Chongjun, after this mutiny, Lin Baiyu must be ruined, and officials who have close ties with him in Shandong Province are afraid... This is a Tang Dynasty where one person commits a crime and implicates the nine tribes!

After all, if you can know some information earlier, you will have more time to prepare. Although Tang Cheng did not want to break up with Sun Envoy, even if he wanted to, he would never get rid of it. However, what should be prepared for the business at home or in Yangzhou should be prepared in advance.

Unfortunately, Envoy Sun said nothing!

After returning to the prefecture yamen and executing that this official affairs were temporarily taken over by Feng Haizhou, Tang Cheng went home and prepared to travel far. As for how to explain how to leave for so many days, Sun Envoy would cover it up for him.

Before Li Yingwan could come out of the excitement of the two wives Zhang, she heard the news that Tang Cheng was going to Yangzhou again, and naturally felt reluctant to leave.

However, this woman was really smart. Seeing that Tang Cheng was in a wrong mood, she did not say a word of extra words except to take care of her body and to take care of her body while she was outside. She took Lancao and started preparing her luggage.

When the two girls were busy, Tang Cheng sat silently, not knowing what he was thinking, "Yingwan, how much cash does our family have now?"

"All the same ones, what? Acheng, do you want to use it?"

"The expenses I go to Yangzhou can be paid in the yamen," Tang Cheng shook his head. "The season is almost done. In addition to leaving behind the expenses that the family deserves, all the cash is stocked with tung oil, and don't save any money."

The two of them had already mentioned this matter, and seeing that Tang Cheng was solemn, Li Yingwan didn't ask much and nodded in agreement.

Since you can't see the matter in the yamen accurately, you have to hold it in your hands first. If you have money in your hands, there is still room for regression when you encounter it.

"You can talk to your fourth uncle about this. If he is interested, the two families will work together." Tang Cheng stood up and walked towards his prepared luggage as he spoke. "The time it takes to go to Yangzhou this time is similar to last time. You should pay more attention to the two elders and English fans in your family."

"Let's go now?" Li Yingwan had already snuggled into Tang Cheng's arms while handing over the bag. "Can't you leave again tomorrow?"

Although the woman's voice was low and full of separation, the orchid on one side was even more unbearable than hers, and the slightly red eyes were filled with mist. She was about to cry.

"You can go early to go back early." Tang Cheng felt uncomfortable when he was like this, so he patted Li Yingwan comfortably. He walked to Lancao with his bag on his shoulders and hugged him in his arms, "I'll come back soon."

After saying that, Tang Cheng let go of Lancao and turned around and left the room without stopping.

Tang Cheng was faster this time than when he came back the previous time, and he took less time to go to Yangzhou.

When he set foot on the bustling Huai River Wharf outside Yangzhou City again, it was the middle of October. It was about half a month before the tung tung fruits in Shandong Dongdao would be able to be picked.

Although it was late autumn and early winter, Yangzhou city was still bustling with prosperity. When Tang Cheng led his horse to the inn where he stayed last time, he deliberately walked around a circle and walked through the Twenty-Four Bridges.

Without the bright moon, the green willows, and the singing girl in costumes and playfulness, the twenty-four bridges that come and go have lost their clear and quiet spirit. Although Tang Chengren stood on the bridge, the only thing left to be remembered is memories.

In my memories, it is not only related to the relationship, but more of it is the woman who likes men's clothes. There are those two moonlit nights and the tacit understanding that is like an old friend for many years in the moonlit night.

"Is the young master surnamed Tang?" He spoke of a young man in servant uniform.

Tang Cheng turned his head in surprise. "Yes".

"Does the young master come from Jinzhou?"

Hearing this question, Tang Cheng did not answer, and smiled slightly and asked, "Are you from the Maritime Mansion?"

"That's right." After the servant gave another gift, he had already taken over the reins of the horse in Tang Cheng's hand. "The carriage is ready, please follow me."

The carriage parked by the bridge is in the style of an Xuan car. From the curtains to the windows and floor curtains, they are all made of Tang Cheng's favorite bamboo-patterned light satin.

Seeing this, Tang Cheng knew that the car must have been sent by Zheng Lingyi.

When I stepped onto the car, I saw a small table. On the small table was a small pot of exquisite red mud stove. The burning charcoal in the stove made a slight hissing sound. The tea cauldron on it was steaming, but it was about to boil.

In late autumn and early winter, all this in front of you, or even the hissing of the burning of tribute charcoal, made Tang Cheng feel a heartfelt warmth after just trekking.

In addition to a set of exquisite white porcelain tea cups on the red mud on the small table, there are two small pots of lotus seeds and two small pots of red apricot dried fruits on the small table. These two are exactly what he liked when he went to Zheng Mansion that day.

Looking at the exquisite furnishings in front of him, Tang Cheng felt that most of the hard work of the journey had gone. After sitting down on the pillow, he reached out to pick up the page of Su Kan on the small table.

When you open Su Jian, you will see Zheng Lingyi's familiar small calligraphy of hairpin.

There is no title or endnote. The small regular script of the hairpin is exactly a folk song of the Northern Dynasty during the Wei and Jin Dynasties:

High mountain trees,

The wind blows the leaves and fall.

Going more than a thousand miles apart,

When will I return to the old place?

Looking at this song "The Song of Purple Horse", Tang Cheng unexpectedly remembered the unknown folk song that Zheng Lingyi sang on a swing when he left Yangzhou last time:

I heard that Huan went to Yangzhou and sent him to Mount Chu. I reached out and hugged my waist and saw that the river water would not flow!

Tang Cheng sat quietly for a while and then put Su Jian in his arms, and the carriage had already started.

After lifting the bamboo curtain, Tang Cheng asked the servant who was riding a horse outside the window, "How did you know I'll be here today?"

"I don't know when I say to my master." The servant was very respectful in his words and deeds. "But these days, the six young people have been guarding the twenty-four bridgeheads under the orders of my elders, and it's exactly seventy days today."

Seventy days! Tang Cheng immediately understood after careful review. Seventy days ago, he was not the day when he bid farewell to Zheng Lingyi and returned to Jinzhou.

It turned out that before his own people left Yangzhou, Zheng Lingyi had arranged for someone to wait for him to come back.

"Then this is making tea?" Because I was feeling uneasy, Tang Chengdi's voice changed a little.

"One of the six young people is responsible for cooking tea, and the fire is not extinguished. The water will be changed when boiling. It will be like this every day for seventy days. Even the lotus pastry and dried fruits will be changed every day. They are fresh and tight. You can use it with confidence."

"Okay!" Tang Cheng, who had no idea what to say, put down the car curtains.

The carriage was straight up to Shugang, and it was still Zheng's mansion, and the back garden in the mansion. It was still the swing, and Zheng Lingyi, who was as beautiful as a painting, slowly waving, and the wind behind him floated up in the air with the swing.

At this moment, Zheng Lingyi, whose face was blown red by the autumn wind, looked very much like the flying goddess in the mural of Wanfu Temple.

When he swung to the high place again, Zheng Lingyi on the swing smiled and said, "Tang Cheng. Are you back?"

"I'm back!" Tang Cheng's words were as fast as his footsteps.

When the swing fell from a high place, Tang Cheng, who was walking over, had already carried Zheng Lingyi in the air without waiting for the swing to stop. When the wind flask fell, he could barely cover the two of them.

"Thank you", Tang Cheng today seemed particularly clumsy in his words. In the darkness, he really didn't know what to say except these two words.

"If you want to thank me, you can't just say it." Before the two of them went to stir up the wind, Zheng Lingyi's smile and voice came from the darkness. "Speak, what do you want to thank me?"

A moment of contemplation.

"As long as you want, as long as I have!"

"As long as you want, as long as I have!" Zheng Lingyi was also silent in the darkness. After a long time, her voice sounded again, still smiling, but with a hint of tremolo. "I sang a song last time when you left, but unfortunately it was a folk song of the previous dynasty. I regretted it after singing it. Why don't you put it on the ready-made people? You should ask you to write one for me in advance. If you really want to thank me now, I will add this song. Remember, this poem was written for me, and I must write my mood."

This idea is tricky. Perhaps Zheng Lingyi was proud of his idea and said with a smile: "If I am willing to sing, I will accept your thank you; if I am unwilling to sing, it means that Acheng, you have not guessed that I was thinking about it at that time. You must do it again and wait until I am satisfied."

This time, the silence in the dark lasted longer. After a long time, Zheng Lingyi, who had lifted the whirlwind, shook his hand. Qing Xing, who was waiting in the distance, saw this gesture and turned around and left the garden. When she came in again for a while, there were several musicians holding various pipa teeth and other objects following her.

These musicians followed Qingxing to the side of the swing.

"Broken Willows" is a custom in the Tang Dynasty that when bidding farewell, it is necessary to give them together, especially willow branches. Because "williao" and "liu" are homophonic, this move means to retain guests.

This custom was derived from "Broken Willows", and this tune was also the most commonly used farewell tune in the Tang Dynasty, especially in the Jiangnan region. After giving instructions to the musicians, he turned around and went on the swing again. Zheng Ling waved to Tang Cheng, "Acheng, let me get up."

Time seemed to be back seventy days ago, Zheng Lingyi was sitting on the swing, while Tang Cheng stood on the swing pedal that was empty beside her.

The swing was slowly rising, and the prosperity of Yangzhou under Shugang appeared in front of Tang Cheng again. In the ups and downs of flying in the air, Zheng Lingyi, whose skirt was floating, sang in the air:

Broke willows and hold your man's hand.

I asked the man when he would return, but he didn't say anything but looked back.

Break willows, blame willows,
Chapter completed!