Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Not only was I not angry, but I felt a strange sense of confusion as if the legend of the Urban Dragon King was being played out before my eyes.

"You have thought about it."

Yuan Congqian responded to the smile with a smile, untied the sash around his waist, and showed the silver seal of the Right Prime Minister of the Western Pharmacy: "If I turn back now, I will be brought here respectfully in a pack animal cart. I don't know how you are doing."

Yuan Congqian actually brought the letter with him. After all, he could use it to show off his skills. It would be a pity to throw it away. He just wanted to see if this servant was really going to make things difficult for him. He didn't expect that he was really going to use a low-level show of power.

The servant's face changed and he bowed lower, inviting Yuan Congqian into the yard.

I had just taken a few steps when something unexpected happened again.

When a third-rank official invites a fourth-rank right chancellor, he must open the front gate, right?

The servant in front of him seemed unwilling to give up after failing once. Did he want to bully Yuan Congqian for not knowing all these rules?

Yuan Congqian looked at the vermilion painted gate, the beast head holding a ring, the bolt tightened, and then looked at the servant who was about to take him to the side door. He sneered and said, "What era are you playing this trick on me! Fengshu, help me cut down the door of Huang Mansion!"

"Here."

Qiu Fengshu nodded, and without waiting for his servants to react, he drew his sword and chopped at the bolt!

As the sword light jumped, a huge crimson sword mark spread from the road to several feet inside the gate, and the vermilion gate of the Huang Mansion shattered!

As soon as the servant shouted goodbye, pieces of the gate fell down and collapsed with a loud bang.

There were already many idle wealthy families in the Seventh Mansion, with nothing to do all day, and when they heard the loud bang on the door, all eyes gathered over here. The young men and women in luxurious clothes passed by here in a pretentious manner, and they all leaned over to see what was going on.

boom!

Yuan Congqian stepped onto the hard door, shook off his sleeves stained with sawdust, and went straight through the main door into the hall where wine was already flowing and water was being prepared. Qiu Fengshu stared at Yuan Congqian, sheathed his sword, and followed closely behind.

Yuan Congqian looked up and met a look of astonishment.

The main gate of the mansion faces south, and Lao Deng, a man with dark blue hair and cat ears, sits on the east side.

When he saw Yuan Congqian breaking in, he immediately stood up and said with righteous indignation:

"Yuan Youcheng! But I am a servant who doesn't know the etiquette and disturbed you, my lord?"

Huang Renzhao's voice was full of energy, his pronunciation was clear and round, and his beard and face were quite in line with the current aesthetics. If you didn't look at the behavior of his servants, and only looked at his appearance, you would think he was a righteous, elegant and handsome middle-aged man.

Yuan Congqian laughed:

"How dare you say that? If I say that your servants don't know etiquette, wouldn't that be a satire on Minister Huang's laxity in managing his subordinates and his bad family traditions? Minister Huang has many guests, and he has the demeanor of an ancient hero. How could I be prejudiced against you because of something like this?"

Yan Junyan was also at the table, and seeing Yuan Congqian becoming sharp-tongued again, there was helplessness on his face.

Huang Renzhao listened to Yuan Congqian's sarcastic insults, his eyebrows twitched, and he smiled and said:

"My dear, you are joking. Today is a peaceful and prosperous era. Thanks to the mighty power of the Dragon, I, Huang, just want to thank you for your loyalty to the country and host a banquet for you."

When Yuan Congqian used the faction of guests filling his house to satirize him for forming cliques, he immediately counterattacked by saying that real dragons also held banquets.

On this point, Yuan Congqian really had no way to refute him.

Chapter 3 Are You Qualified? Maybe Not! ()

Yuan Congqian could not break through Huang Renzhao's shield with words, but that did not mean he could not attack others.

"What a reward for your loyalty to your country."

Lifting his eyelids and glancing at Huang Renzhao, Yuan Congqian crossed his legs and raised his wine bowl: "Since this is a reward, the imperial censors in the capital all said that the Western Pharmacy has made profits for the people and helped millions of people. Minister Huang, can you add more wine for a person like me who has no talent?"

When these words were spoken, all the ministers looked at them sideways.

A fourth-rank Right Prime Minister wants a third-rank Vice Minister to add more wine?

In Yuan Congqian's previous life, perhaps only Gao Lishi taking off Li Bai's boots and Yang Yuhuan bathing An Lushan could be compared to him.

Huang Renzhao looked like a modest gentleman and an honest elder:

"How can you say you have no talent? Of course I am willing to work for the Western Medicine Bureau."

Under Yuan Congqian's slightly surprised gaze, he actually walked up to Yuan Congqian, bent down, and poured Yuan Congqian a full glass of liquor.

After the wine was filled, he put down the bottle and said with a smile: "This is not a toast from an elder to a younger person, nor a toast from a high-ranking official to a subordinate, but a toast from a Yan countryman to the right prime minister of the Western Pharmacy. It is my good fortune that you do not despise my poor hospitality."

Since he was so flexible, Yuan Congqian had no reason to attack him.

If the attack continued, he, who was originally in the right, would no longer be able to stand.

Yuan Congqian thought more highly of Minister Huang and no longer looked at him as if he were an insect. He could not help thinking in his heart: He is indeed a ruthless man who used his common body to slowly climb up from the bottom of society to become a third-rank Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He is no longer an ordinary insect.

Minister Huang put his hands behind his back and looked at Yuan Congqian with a smile.

Yuan Congqian chuckled and took a sip.

Huang Renzhao lifted the wine bottle, filled another glass, placed it on a wine tray, and then placed the wine tray on the surface of the stream.

He introduced: "This is the Liushang Qushui that the ancients admired. Put the wine cup in the curved water and let it drift along. Whoever the wine cup stops in front of will take the cup to drink, or compose a poem or compose a song. The four-character parallel and six-character parallel, the gong, shang, jue and zhi, are all up to you to decide..."

Under such circumstances, Minister Huang still started the wine-flowing and water-flowing party.

Yuan Congqian's sudden entrance seemed to have not occurred, and many officials took cups of wine from the plates and began to sing. Taking advantage of the wine, they sang from "Qing Qing Zi Jin" to "The Story of the Western Chamber", singing in sync, and the scene was very lively.

Minister Huang did have talent, but he did not use it to benefit the people, which is why Yuan Congqian called him a bug.

As for Minister Huang's original purpose, which was to share a piece of the pie from the Western Pharmacy, no one knew when he spoke up.

Yuan Congqian's position was facing east, at the uppermost reaches of the Liushang Qushui River. It would not be his turn until the end of this round, which was probably in the plan of Minister Huang. After all, he was a relative by marriage, and officials all knew that the culture of relatives by marriage was like tragedy. Wouldn't it be difficult to ask him to recite a poem?

Yuan Congqian felt a little regretful that he had just thought of Su Shi from Li Bai but it was of no use.

They played two or three rounds in total, and Minister Huang also poured two rounds of wine for Yuan Congqian.

When many officials were getting drunk, Huang Renzhao offered Yuan Congqian another glass of wine, pretending to be drunk and asked casually, "By the way, how much medicine did your pharmacy order from Khabarovka?"

"How do you know it's Khabarovka?"

"Khabarovka is closest to the Dragon Gate. If Ursus wants to get in, how can it not go through the Dragon Gate?"

Minister Huang shook his head and said, "The Ministry of Finance and the Ministry of Warehouses both have hired caravans traveling on wilderness roads within the Great Yan territory. If you don't mind, why not let the Ministry of Revenue take some of the imported medicines and then entrust the transportation to the Ministry of Revenue as a commercial hire."

"The Western Pharmacy is short of people. How can we connect with such a large Ministry of Revenue?"

Yuan Congqian smiled and shook his head.

This is a hook, and Minister Huang immediately curled his lips:

"Isn't this a coincidence? The Ministry of Revenue happens to have a lot of redundant officials. They are all capable officials, but there are too many useless and experienced officials in the middle level of the Ministry of Revenue. They hold on to their positions tightly, making it difficult for everyone to make progress!"

He acted like he was really drunk.

Say whatever you say to others.

Yuan Congqian thought carefully and frowned, "No, Minister Lin of the Si Sui Tai said that the Western Pharmacy can cooperate with the Si Sui Tai in transportation, and he will be responsible for finding talented officials to fill the staff of the Western Pharmacy? They have already agreed in advance. The Minister said that business is business, so the Western Pharmacy naturally cannot damage its reputation..."

"Haha, my dear, you are obsessed."

"Oh, what do you think, Minister?"

"My dear, you are the nephew of the Queen and a relative of the royal family. You are a natural spokesperson for many nobles. When thinking of nobles, who would not think of the maternal relatives first?"

Minister Huang held up a finger and said, "My lord, just choose the one you like best and are most satisfied with! Why worry about those two old men in the Sima Tai and Tai Wei Fu? The nobles are helping you, the Ministry of Revenue is helping you, do you think that old man in the Sima Tai dares to object?"

Yuan Congqian looked moved on the surface, but he sneered in his heart: It is believable that the nobles would help him, but would the Ministry of Revenue really help him?

Yuan Congqian was not so bold as to cooperate with talents like Huang Renzhao.

I’m afraid that if Yuan Congqian doesn’t pay attention, the leader of the Ministry of Revenue will be parachuted into the Western Pharmacy!

Minister Huang drunkenly poured another glass of wine to Yuan Congqian, his fingers constantly making random movements, striking while the iron was hot:

"Nobles, Qilin, dragon! And you, the flying-winged tiger, are you Qiongqi? These nobles should listen to you! But now, because of Simaitai, they think you are unapproachable! How can this be true in the capital of Dayan?"

As soon as he saw that Yuan Congqian was moved, he immediately began to confuse concepts.

He tied the Ministry of Revenue to the nobles. Yuan Congqian believed in and relied on the nobles, which meant he was relying on the Ministry of Revenue.

"I'm afraid..." Yuan Congqian looked like he had taken the bait.

It seems that all he needs is one more push from Minister Huang and he will agree.

Minister Huang's cheeks were flushed from drinking, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly interrupted his plan:

"Stop talking nonsense. You, Yuan, are military officials and nobles. How come you look the same as those useless officials in black and red official robes?"

A black-haired dragon noble stood up, pointed at Yuan Congqian's nose, and said loudly: "Did the first generation of true dragons rely on sour words to make Sui and other giant beasts bow down? Are you going to use sour words to make me listen to you too?"

The cloudiness in Minister Huang's eyes immediately disappeared. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the noble who stood up.

"Who is this?" Yuan Congqian looked at the dragon.

"The magpie is a fairy. His great-grandfather married a princess, but his grandfather didn't."

Minister Huang was secretly resentful when he saw Yuan Congqian no longer expressed his opinion. He introduced him indifferently, "From his last name, we can tell that he was originally a Liberi. It's hard to believe that his dragon bloodline has been passed down for three generations, and now his hair is completely black."

He might have regretted inviting several nobles.

Yuan Congqian immediately understood.

They are nobles, but they are far away from the core circle, and it is very likely that the next generation will not be nobles.

Generally, the sons of princesses would continue to marry princesses to keep their bloodline pure. True dragon offspring were rare, and if the Que family could not attract a princess, they could only watch as they became more and more distant from the emperor's direct line. Wealth and honor were passed down for four generations, and by the fifth generation, it was almost over.

"If you had a brain, your brain would say, go to the Western pharmacy."

Yuan Congqian responded indifferently to this insignificant provocation.

At least Que Fangxian did not openly oppose himself as the leader of the nobles, he just thought that he was not convincing enough and had to give an explanation himself.

"How dare you humiliate me!"

Who would have thought that this sentence would directly anger him. He looked directly into Feiyi Dahu's dark eyes and shouted loudly: "The Magpie Clan of the Capital, the Magpie Immortal! Yuan Congqian, draw your sword and fight me in a fair duel!"

His brainless words shocked the officials and a few nobles around him.

So there are such stupid people in Minister Huang’s social circle?

For Minister Huang, who was more cunning than a ghost, this expensive Liushang Qushui event was a complete failure.

At the same time, it involved the layout design of Minister Huang, the position exchange between Yuan Congqian, Si Sui Tai and the nobles. The officials who were originally drinking happily suddenly turned their eyes over, raised the small wine cups in their hands with great interest, and began to watch the show.

Qiu Fengshu put his hand on the hilt of the sword, but was held down by Yuan Congqian.

He looked at Huang Renzhao, who was red-faced with a sullen face due to his failure in temperature control, and ignored Que Fangxian's shouting: "Minister Huang, when did this circus come?"

What hurts more than rejection is ignoring.

Therefore, the ignored Quefangxian became extremely angry.

He drew his sword and pointed it at Yuan Congqian's head in an extremely insulting manner:

"You were laughing with this thing with only a smile on its face, and I didn't even say a word, but you told me to listen to you! Is this reasonable? Today, I will definitely discipline you!"

Yuan Congqian stood up, without even raising his head, and looked down at the wine tray filled with fine wine floating in the water:

"Are you qualified?"

"Qualification? The dragon horn on my head is the qualification!"

His words had just fallen.

Yuan Congqian had already walked behind him, his fingers suspended in the air, and the letter sent by Huang Renzhao floated away silently.

So fast, so fast that I can’t react at all!

It was as if the world was a Originium projector playing Columbia Pictures, and someone suddenly cut out a few frames of the picture.

Yuan Congqian was clearly being pointed at by Que Fangxian with a sword, but he only took one step, but strangely, he took a very long step!

——Shrinking the Earth into an Inch?!

A word that only existed in legends flashed through Que Fangxian's mind. He turned back in horror, only to see his left hand flying in the sky.

On the cross section of the left arm, the bone marrow, muscles, and fat are all different colors. It is sprinkled with blood, like a big red kite flying in the air by children in autumn, fluttering in the wind, and exceptionally bright.

Then, his vision was covered with blood.

His clothes were torn apart by the sudden burst of blood, and a bloody wound had appeared on his chest and abdomen without him noticing. The wound was like a living thing, waking up from a dream, and it took several seconds for it to start gushing out continuous blood.

The arm fell into the stream, causing splashes of water and bursts of low screams.

Que Fangxian fell forward, his face covered in blood.

Yuan Congqian stood quietly behind him, his clothes not stained by blood, the hem swaying slightly in the autumn breeze, but he had not even unsheathed his sword.