Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 72 Is this the way to listen to music in a brothel?
Someone wants to kill Zhang Yuan?

Zhao Yu's gaze fell on Zhang Yuan, and saw that his expression had not changed at all.

No matter what, Zhang Yuan was very calm and remained calm when he heard that someone wanted to kill him.

Zhang Yuan was actually a little curious as well.

It was impossible for Feng Cheng to know his identity as the Black Armor Captain of the Black Ice Platform, so naturally he was not talking about those wanderers who came for the bounty.

So, do the people who want to kill him really want to kill Zhang Erhe?

It seems that Zhang Erhe's character has not offended anyone.

"Tell me, who wants to kill me, and where did you hear it?"

Zhang Yuan looked at Feng Cheng and asked.

"Uh..." Feng Cheng glanced at Zhao Zhubu standing beside him, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

If you were sensible, you would have left by now.

But Zhao Zhubu, on the other hand, looked curious. Not only did he not leave, he was quite interested: "Tell me quickly, who wants to kill the captain of the Wuwei Yamen?"

Feng Cheng hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Someone is offering money to buy the captain's head."

"I heard from those people that this time they are here to pledge their loyalty and kill Mr. Zhang for three hundred taels."

Scratching his head, Feng Cheng lowered his voice: "I, I am here with my brothers at Tingyufang..."

"A group of singing girls came to Tingyufang these past two days. I heard they're so pretty, ahem. I'm going to take my brothers to check them out and find out more about them..."

He looked up and saw Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu looking at him, which made him shrink his neck and take a step back.

"Really? I just listened to two songs, and then the guests at the next table happened to talk about the assassination of the captain. I asked Hong Tao and the others to stay there, and I came back to report the news."

After a pause, Feng Cheng muttered, "I don't know if the expenses of gathering information can be reimbursed..."

Zhang Yuan ignored him and slowly put away the books and papers on the table.

"Aren't you curious about who wants to kill you?" Zhao Yu rubbed his hands, looking like he was watching the fun.

"How about we have them surround that Tingyufang and arrest the people?"

Surround Tingyufang and arrest people?

Feng Cheng looked nervous.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and stood up.

"Luyang Prefecture is a border town, not particularly well-known for its brothels and willow alleys. Tingyufang is one of the few places where you can enjoy music."

"It's better not to offend the owner of Tingyufang if possible."

Zhang Yuan had been in the Wuwei Yamen for so many years, so of course he was well aware of the various forces in the city.

Government office, garrison troops, and aristocratic family.

Most of the officials in the government office were transient. The term of office of a prefect was five years, and they would usually leave before three terms.

Although other prefectural and county officials have power, they actually do not do much business in the prefectural city.

As for the aristocratic families, they are of course deeply rooted, but no matter how powerful they are, they will not openly compete with the government.

Only the garrison troops have been operating in the capital city for countless years.

The army may change but the camp remains the same. No matter who is in charge of the garrison, they will not give up the businesses they have occupied in the city.

Behind the Tingyufang is the garrison.

The three guards outside the city have 1,500 soldiers, and the patrolling guards in the city together, which is said to have a total of 3,000 combat soldiers.

The garrison troops are not as powerful as border troops like the Red Scale Army, but they do have swords in their hands and armor on their bodies.

In the past, the Wuwei Yamen generally would not provoke the garrison troops.

The garrison troops would not have any conflicts with the Wuwei Yamen.

"Let's go. I'll go see who wants my head. Three hundred taels is a high price." Zhang Yuan took off his outer robe and grabbed his casual clothes hanging on the hanger beside him.

"You, aren't you going with a few people?" Zhao Yu asked as he saw Zhang Yuan walking out.

"There's no need for just a few people who risk their lives for money." Zhang Yuan answered casually.

Zhang Yuan’s words made Zhao Yu’s eyes light up.

Is this Zhang Erhe really so powerful in martial arts that, as Yunlan and the others said, he can kill an entire village of bandits by himself?
"I am coming too!"

Zhang Yuan turned to look at her and frowned slightly: "That's the man I'm waiting for..."

Zhao Yu stared at him. ...

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Tingyufang is on the Yurao River outside the south city.

Two miles out of the city, at the riverside pier, the sky gradually darkened.

The carriage stopped and Zhang Yuan in casual clothes and Zhao Yu in a green robe and scholar's robe walked out of the carriage.

The river ahead is wide, with a breeze blowing and lights dotted around.

Outside Luyang Prefecture, there is a rare and beautiful view.

"My lords, that is the Tingyu Boat." Feng Cheng pointed to the ten-foot-tall building in front of him and spoke.

Although there are no carved dragons or painted phoenixes, the boat is painted with gold and lacquer, making it look extremely exquisite.

The curtains are white gauze, the red lights are reflected on the water, and there are stringed instruments and low singing.

Such scenes are common in the heartland of the Qin Dynasty, but they are rarely seen in the border areas.

Zhang Yuan turned his head slightly, glanced at the two warriors in black robes not far behind him, and then went straight to Tingyufang.

Zhao Yu also turned his head to take a look, waved his hand, glared fiercely, and then chased Zhang Yuan and stepped onto the boarding plank.

After getting on the boat, Feng Cheng led Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu into the cabin. Many guests and waiters around them greeted them, leaving Feng Cheng with only a stiff face to respond.

"Mr. Feng, why didn't I see you giving me a tip just now?"

"Master Feng, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to book Miss Fengyun's stage? Why weren't you there when Miss Fengyun came on stage just now?"

"Haha, Brother Feng, I didn't drink enough at the Grand View Tower the other day. I'll come find you later."

……

Feng Cheng carefully observed Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were not gloomy.

He decided to make fewer bad friends in the future.

After all, he would become the captain's direct confidant and be in charge of the secret guards in the yamen.

After bringing Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu to where he had been sitting before, the two young men in brocade robes turned around, their expressions changed instantly, and they quickly stood up.

"big--"

Zhang Yuan reached out and held down the arm of the young man who was about to bend, then sat down at the table.

Zhao Yu also sat aside, looked around, and looked at the woman singing on the small stage in front of him and several musicians.

"Where are the people?" Feng Cheng lowered his voice and looked at the young man next to him, then looked at the table behind him.

"Just now, we went to the private room on the second floor to have a meal. He said that he would wait for Feng Yun to return before coming down." The young man spoke quickly.

Feng Cheng had a sharp eye. He called the waiter and brought some preserved fruits and tea to Zhang Yuan and Zhao Yu. Then he pulled away the two people who had been left here to keep an eye on them and went to the second floor to wait.

"Is this what it's like to listen to music in a brothel?" Zhao Yu took a sip of tea and couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

"That's probably the case. I've never been to such a place." Zhang Yuan shook his head and reached out to grab a dried date.

Zhao Yu looked up at Zhang Yuan, smiled, and said nothing more.

The women on the stage sang gentle little songs popular in the city.

After a while, there was a commotion in the audience, and someone started clamoring.

"Miss Fenglan is back."

"If it weren't for Miss Fenglan's music, I would have left long ago. My wife has been keeping a close eye on me these past few days."

"Stop talking, stop talking. This is the only thing we men like, but it's like a thief."

Zhang Yuan looked up and saw a woman in a red dress sitting gracefully on the stage with a pipa in her arms.

Zhao Yu was looking around casually, but at this moment his eyes fell on the face of the woman on the stage, and there was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes.

"Little aunt..."

"Zheng——"

The sound of the pipa on the stage was like the Da Lu Huang Zhong, sonorous and melodious.

"Whose son is buried in the wall, whose daughter is wearing red makeup in her dream..."

(End of this chapter)