Chapter 241 Zhang Qiming Enters the City Lord's MansionThe City Lord's Mansion is very strange.
In Yangzhou, Zhang Qiming has seen many old houses of wealthy families converted into parks.
There are either pavilions and terraces scattered around, with flowing water under small bridges and winding paths; or there are lush flowers and trees, surrounded by green bamboos, quiet and elegant; or there are various flowers of spring, summer, autumn and winter planted, which bloom in turn, which is beautiful beyond words.
It’s nothing like the City Lord’s Mansion, where all the plants are sunflowers.
Now is the season when sunflowers are withering. None of the sunflowers have their petals left, leaving only rows of sunflower stalks standing in the flower beds and on the roadside, which looks very strange.
Secondly, the servants in the City Lord’s Mansion are all very old and very ugly.
How should I put it... Zhang Qiming felt like he was going to a big market in the countryside. Or the summer before last, when he went to the village to help people collect grain, and the elder sisters and aunts in the village surrounded him to express their gratitude.
It would be perfect if Nangong Di next to me was dressed more simply and wore a straw hat.
Finally, they did not go to any reception room, study or the like, but came to a small courtyard.
Zhang Qiming looked up and saw four words "Prosperity and Singing" written on the entrance of the courtyard.
The courtyard is about two acres in size, with a large dance floor in the middle and string and bamboo musicians on both sides. Facing the stage is a long corridor, and a person is sitting in the middle.
The man looked to be about thirty or forty years old. He wore a red robe with gold patterns on it and a jade and gold crown on his head. He had a plain face, but his eyes were bright.
It was the real warrior, Nangong Zhao.
At this moment, he was sitting on an armchair, shaking his head and watching the people dancing in the middle of the dance floor.
That dance... Zhang Qiming felt blinded after just one look.
Damn, it’s hard to tell the taste of a real warrior.
At this time, the calmness of Nangong Di, an old veteran, was demonstrated. He glanced at Zhang Qiming and said that this was nothing, and he had seen the most disgusting things!
He said to Zhang Qiming: "Just follow my instructions later."
Zhang Qiming looked at his nose and then his heart, silently calculating subtraction in his mind. He was not going to take a second look at the dance on the dance floor.
The city lord Nangong Zhao was so excited that he took off his red robe, went to the dance floor in plain clothes and danced with a group of sisters.
The dance they performed was called the True Person Dance, which expressed the joy that warriors felt after becoming true persons.
Zhang Qiming heard Nangong Zhao dancing and singing, his voice was surprisingly deep:
"It's better to practice martial arts with real people, Zhou Tianqi and Hai are like cats!"
"Turning one's hand can make clouds, turning another can make rain; a move of one eyebrow can shake a city!"
"A man should be like this when he is successful, so that his life will not be in vain!"
"Haha~ Endless extravagance, endless power! Endless delicacies to eat, endless money to spend! Endless songs to listen to, endless gifts to receive!"
"Enjoy endless wealth and live endless years!"
"As a human being, you should be a real person~"
Listening to the shrewd singing of this villain, Zhang Qiming saw Nangong Zhao and a group of middle-aged women dancing in the square.
Such a magical scene made Zhang Qiming a little overwhelmed.
Where the hell did this idiot come from? If Teacher Shi knew about this, he would definitely slap him in the face.
The rivers and lakes are full of turtles in shallow waters, and the small temples are home to powerful demons.
There are so many real warriors in Jicheng, but none of them have been so arrogant. Back then, there was a real warrior in Jicheng who didn't pay for his meals. He was thrown into the office building and beaten with dozens of whips in public by Teacher Shi. He was completely humiliated.
Today's real warriors in Jicheng and Yangzhou not only have to set higher standards for themselves, but also have to accept criticism from the general public.
If the real warriors from Yangzhou, Yuzhou and Jingzhou dared to perform real dances... the scene would be so beautiful.
"There are endless gifts to receive and endless wealth to enjoy! Who is coming to give gifts today?" Nangong Zhao waved his hand and immediately shouted to Nangong Feng who was not far away from him.
Today is the day every month when all the big and small forces in the city send gifts and tributes to Nangong Zhao.
"I am the second in command of the Golden Sword Society. Today I have brought the overseas beauty bought from the South China Sea to the city lord!" A middle-aged man in blue clothes ran out from Zhang Qiming with his head bowed, came in front of Nangong Zhao, and said while half-kneeling.
"Oh? Meiji?" Nangong Zhao's eyes lit up and he said, "Could it be the blonde and blue-eyed Huji? They are too ugly."
"No! Please take a look, City Lord!" The second in command clapped his hands, and six women dressed in exotic styles came in from outside the courtyard.
The leader was a fifty-year-old woman with powder on her face. She bowed to the city lord, pointed at the first woman and said, "This one is from Siam. She has dark skin, narrow eyes and buck teeth. She is a rare woman."
"Good!" Nangong Zhao looked at the ugly woman with dark skin and couldn't help but say, "She is indeed a peerless beauty!"
When Zhang Qiming heard the words "peerless beauty", he couldn't help but take a look, and then he felt like he had been hit hard.
"This is the Japanese..." The woman was about to introduce her when she was interrupted by Nangong Zhao.
"No need, let these five women stay together with a peerless beauty like you!" Nangong Zhao looked at these five foreign beauties, each with their own characteristics, and felt very happy. He waved his hand and said.
"Me?" The woman was stunned. Before she could say something, she was pulled away by the people from the Golden Sword Society.
There is no place for her to speak here.
"Good! You from the Golden Sword Society have put in a lot of effort this time. Keep up the good work in the future!" Nangong Zhao looked at the second in command in a good mood and gave him some encouragement.
"Oh! It's our honor to serve the city lord!" The people from the Golden Sword Society responded with a smile.
Next came the Fenglei Hall and Xiaofeng Hall. Together with the Golden Sword Society, they were the three largest gangs in Picheng, monopolizing the daily necessities.
One of them gave pearls and jade, and the other gave rare and precious animals, which pleased Nangong Zhao.
After that, there is the beginning of this street and the beginning of that block.
People from all walks of life come here once a month to pay tribute to the city lord Nangong Zhao and express their submission.
Nangong Zhao integrated these forces through monthly tribute.
Anyone who doesn't pay tribute properly is seeking death.
About half an hour later, all the troops had walked through the area.
Nangong Zhao looked at the various people from Picheng around the dance floor and said, "I always feel like something is missing today!"
"City Lord! The monks from the Golden Buddha Temple are missing today!" At this time, Nangong Di stood up and said.
In public, you should address your eldest nephew as the city lord.
He still knows this truth.
Because he was taught a lesson by his eldest nephew.
"Oh!" Nangong Zhao slapped his thigh and said, "Thanks to Uncle San for reminding me, otherwise I really wouldn't have noticed that there are a few less bald donkeys today."
"The city lord may not know that the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple have all been turned into bacon and hung inside the temple. How can they come to pay tribute to the city lord?" Nangong Di said.
"I know! How could I not know?" Nangong Zhao looked at Nangong Di with a smile, and said coldly: "I also know that the murderer who killed the monk of Jinfo Temple is there!"
He pointed his finger at Zhang Qiming!
Just realized that the Huangliang Dream part matches this well.
(End of this chapter)
