Big Ear Thief Selling Straw Sandals

Chapter 163
What Empress Dowager He meant: Emperor Guangxi held a grand wedding ceremony, but lacked a decent palace, so Uncle Lao would take care of it.

Lu Zhi woke up immediately and interrogated the villains before he could.

"When is the emperor's wedding ceremony scheduled?"

Empress Dowager He looked at Taichangqing Zhao Qi, who stepped out and replied, "March next year."

Lu Zhi became anxious when he heard this, it's not a question of more money and less money.

The normal construction of a palace requires site selection, drawing, proofing, material collection, construction, decoration, etc., which takes at least two to three years.

But now there are only five months, it is clear that the queen mother deliberately made things difficult.

"Queen, the five-month construction period is too hasty."

Of course the Empress Dowager He knew that time was too late, she didn't answer the Grand Master's words, she turned to Liu Bei and asked with a smile: "What does the emperor think?"

I also want to save face, as long as you bow your head and give in, this matter is easy to discuss.

Liu Bei thought for a while and asked, "I don't know what the Queen Mother and Your Majesty want from the palace?"

Empress Dowager He and Liu Bian were stunned.

Hey, are you really planning to take orders?
Lu Zhi was also dumbfounded, did this scoundrel lose his mind and go insane?
Empress Dowager He hesitated and asked: "What does the emperor mean, can the work be completed before March next year?"

Liu Bei was disdainful in his heart, you must have never seen such an infrastructure madman as "three and a half days and one floor".

"If you let the minister take full responsibility, there is no problem."

Yuan Ji immediately asked: "Is Zhijin Wu serious?"

Liu Bei smiled mysteriously, and asked teasingly, "Why don't you make a bet?"

Yuan Ji shut up immediately, the guy on the other side was really against the sky, he was not sure, so he would never make a move.

However, Liu Bian is obviously quite concerned about his new palace.

"The palace is nothing more than a different layout. What does Liu Qing mean by 'requirement'?"

Liu Bei further asked: "What is the area of ​​the new hall? Is it used for business, residence, or entertainment? What is the length, width, and height of the new hall? Do you want two or three floors?"

Liu Bian had no idea at all, and was a little confused. However, his father built a lot of pavilions and pavilions, so he had some knowledge.

"If you can combine the strengths of the three, it would be the best, but, are the second and third floors suitable?"

Liu Bei said confidently: "New folk weddings, even with new decorations, even choose new wedding banquets."

"Therefore, for the grand wedding of the emperor, we will build a unique and extremely luxurious new-style palace. If His Majesty permits, I will draw a drawing of the palace within five days for your viewing."

Hey, unique and extremely luxurious, it made Liu Bian's heart itch.

"Ah, sure, I'm sure, thank you, Uncle Emperor!"

Under the surprised eyes of all the officials, Uncle Liu smiled and took over the task of building the emperor's new palace for the next five months.

Xiaoxiang Pavilion, once a noble and elegant place, was squeezed by the popular teahouse entertainers and reduced to second-rate.

In order to survive, singers and dancers are forced to lower their bodies, half-covered, to meet any needs of customers.

"Hey, isn't this the third master? Come on, upstairs please!"

Chun Nineteen Niang rolled her eyes, posted it up, and enthusiastically led the regular customers upstairs.

The third master has a high position and authority, a strong body, and the nearly thirty-year-old Chun's mother often drools in her dreams.

After attending the aggrieved court meeting, Zhang Fei changed into casual clothes and brought his personal guards on, and visited the Xiaoxiang Pavilion again.

It's not for anything else, because the little lady Yan who can sing and dance here knows the cold and the hot, the first time is born and the second time is acquainted, and the two become good friends.

For this reason, Mr. Zhang did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy Yan'er's monthly subscription card.

Up to the second floor, Chun Nineteen Niang pulled Zhang Fei to one side.

Zhang Fei was very surprised and stopped.

Yan'er's boudoir is on the other side, the shrewd Chun Nineteen Niang in the past, why is she so confused today?
"Where will Nineteen Niang take me?"

Chun Jiuniang showed a bit of embarrassment, and smiled in a flash: "Today, a new sister came to the museum. She is good at playing, playing and singing, and the third master likes it."

Don't look at Zhang Fei as a black guy who is five big and three thick, but his skill in piercing flower needles is no worse than that of women.

Thinking of the other party's unnatural expression, Zhang Fei suppressed his curiosity, and his doubts grew.

Turning around with a snap, throwing Chun Nineteen Niang away, she walked quickly towards Yan'er's boudoir.

"Hey, third master, third master, Yan'er is not feeling well."

Hey!
Mr. Zhang became more and more convinced that Yan'er was doing something behind his back.

The footsteps are getting faster and faster, three times and two times, and they arrive at the door of the familiar room.

The door was ajar, and Yan'er's laughter came from the room, mixed with a man's voice.

"Boom!"

After punching the door open, Zhang Fei raised his leg and stepped into the room.

Sure enough, Yan'er, who was wearing a sheer gauze skirt, was held in the arms of a young son, as intimate as she wanted.

Seeing Zhang Fei's dark face, beard and hair, eyes spitting fire and anger, Miss Yan jumped up in fright.

"Master San San!"

But the young son didn't panic, instead he said sharply: "Where did you get that vulgar bastard? Get out!"

Zhang Fei laughed back in anger, took a step forward, turned his head sideways and asked, "What is it? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

Hearing the other party's accent, the young master pointed at the door and scolded: "Youzhou native turtle, get out!"

Zhang Fei slapped the opponent directly in the face with a backhand palm.

"Snapped!"

With a clear and loud voice, Brother Young Master flew out, hit his head against the wall and passed out, his scalp was probably broken, and the white wall was stained with blood.

"Ah!" Seeing Zhang Fei wounded and bleeding, Miss Yan screamed in fright.

Chun Nineteen Niang also rushed over.

Entering the room, seeing the young master's bruised nose and swollen face as if he had died, he shouted in fright: "Killer! Killer!"

Zhang Fei still knows how strong he is. Although he is extremely angry, he will not kill him.

He just wanted to step forward to test the opponent's breath, but saw a group of people rushing in.

"What's going on? Who killed it?"

The leader and the one who asked the question was none other than He Jin, Grand Uncle of the State.

Ha, it's really strange that the general will appear in the place of fireworks, what a coincidence.

Chun Jiuniang immediately pointed at Zhang Fei and said, "It was the third master who killed him!"

Turning to see Mr. Zhang, He Jin was obviously taken aback, and then greeted enthusiastically: "So it's Yide!"

Thinking about it, maybe he felt that the major incident should be reduced to a minor one, so He Jin scolded Chun Nine Niang: "This is a general of the Northern Army, don't talk nonsense!"

Then, he winked at the attendant beside him, the man understood, and immediately stepped forward to check on the young master.

He Jin walked up to Zhang Fei.

Due to the other party's status and official position, Zhang Fei bowed his head and bowed his hands half-kneeling in salute: "The last general has seen the general!"

He Jin hurriedly supported the other party, so as not to kneel on the ground: "Xuande and I are brothers and sisters, Yide, why are you so out of touch?"

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Fei stood up, forced a smile, and said, "Where is it? Uncle Guo Tai is a noble person, so Fei dare not act presumptuously."

The two were talking, but the attendant got up suddenly, walked quickly to He Zhang, and said in a low voice, "He is dead."

Zhang Fei was extremely surprised, and it was supposed to be impossible.

He Jin frowned, and asked, "What is this person's identity?"

Zhang Fei understood what he meant.

If you are a commoner and untouchable, you will not have any trouble if you pay some money for selfishness.

But here is the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and the emaciated camels are bigger than horses, and ordinary people can't get in at all.

Sure enough, Chun Nine Niang confessed the identity of the deceased: Tai student Liu Wei, a son of the clan.

Although it is a side branch outside the side branch, it is not a small matter that two characters of Liu cannot be written in one stroke.

Zhang Fei was half confused, half confused, and didn't know what to say for a while.

On the contrary, He Jin pondered for a moment, stomped his feet, and said, "Since we met, there is absolutely no reason to ignore it. Ruo Yide can trust me, and I will handle this matter."

By accident, Zhang Fei actually nodded.

He really didn't want to involve his elder brother anymore.

Otherwise, how would you tell Liu Bei?The Shen family and the Su family picked it up, but they were at odds with each other, day and night they fought coldly, and there was no warmth at all?
This is also the main reason why he often comes to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

He Jin said to his attendants: "Take my name card and handle it properly!"

The attendant replied: "Yes!"

Zhang Fei said subconsciously: "This is not appropriate."

He Jin smiled and said: "Your business is the Northern Army's business, and the Northern Army's business is my business. Is it possible that Yide doesn't recognize me as a general?"

Zhang Fei said helplessly, "Don't dare!"

"Besides, why bother with being a mother-in-law for some trivial matters?" The general pulled Zhang Fei and said, "Come on, have a drink or two at my place, and get rid of the bad luck!"

Involuntarily, Zhang Fei could only follow the other party into another wing.

He Jin poured wine for Mr. Zhang, and quietly said a word.

After hearing this, Zhang Fei felt sour in his heart and almost shed tears.

Those who know me are the generals!

(End of this chapter)