"Cut off Lu Qian's head and all the bodies were moved into the forest and buried." Zheng Zhi took Lu Qian's body back to the place where he had fought before. At this time, the battle here was over. All four masters under Lu Qian rushed to the ground and blood flowed.

The military men began to drag the bodies into the forest as instructed. Lu Da found the leather package that Lu Qian had thrown away before. Not to mention a thousand taels of silver, the leather package was just for Lu Qian's head. Zheng Zhi was also planning to marinate the head with lime, which would be useful in the future.

There were two military men in front and behind each guarding the road to prevent pedestrians from approaching. Everyone was busy, cleaned the battlefield, buried the bodies, and headed towards Bianliang.

Once Lu Qian died this time, Zheng Zhi had no enemies in Bianliang, but he was much more relaxed. He killed Lu Qian outside the city, and his body was buried, but no one saw it. The Taiwei Mansion thought that he could not receive the news for a while. Thinking of this, Zheng Zhi became leisurely and leisurely.

"Brother, it's time for the Sa family to go to find Lin Chong." Lu Da said behind Zheng Zhi.

"Lin Chong is not in a hurry. Let's go to the city today and go to the Alum Tower tomorrow to have a few drinks." Zheng Zhi replied.

Lu Da stopped talking after hearing this. If he couldn't compete, he could drink.

While Shi Jin was communicating with his master Wang Jin, asking about the experiences of these heavenly king Jin. Since Wang Jin quietly left Zheng Zhi's house that day, he has gone straight to Tokyo, sleeping in the open air, and nothing else has happened, but the journey day and night is really hard.

Everyone was looking for a village outside the city to store good horses, wash their swords, guns and clothes, and take advantage of the last moment when it was completely dark and entered the city gate that was about to be closed.

Tonight, the Yanei was in the room with food and food. However, when someone came to visit him, he said that he was dying and would not live for a few days. The servants and guests were even helpless. Lu Qian, who was the best at talking to Yanei, also ran out of Tokyo.

Seeing that the Yanei had not been thinking about food for several days, his obese body had lost weight. A few of his companions were unable to do so. One of the favored servants Fu An thought about it and could only report to Taiwei Gao.

Taiwei Gao found two old men to go to see the yamen. After the medical treatment, after the Taiwei Gao asked, the old men answered: "If you want the yamen to recover from the illness, there is only one way, that is, to harm Lin Chong's life. Only in this way can we teach Lin to be with the yamen. The disease will be cured. If not, the yamen will definitely lose his life."

Taiwei Gao did not answer and he was also confused. However, he could not find an excuse to find Lin Chong for a moment, but he had no choice but to be punished for this crime, and Lin Chong was in danger.

At noon the next day, Zheng Zhi took Lu Dashi and Chen Da and the other two, dressed as wealthy businessmen, and went straight to the Alum Tower. After some time, he had not passed by the Alum Tower. Last time he had already walked to the door, but he had not yet gone to see Lu Qian.

"A few officials are invited!" The waiter of the hall greeted the others and lowered his hands and asked with a smile: "I wonder if you are having a drink or staying in a hotel?"

"I heard that there are many literati gatherings of literati in the Alum Tower, and there are many elegant things. Let's see them today." Zheng Zhi replied. The front of the Alum Tower is no different from ordinary restaurants and inns. At most, it is much more luxurious. However, this backyard is mostly where literati and scholars gather, which is a romantic place, and there are also many famous prostitutes, courtesans and courtesans.

"The villain is out of his mind and neglects Wenquxing. Please come inside!" Although the waiter was suspicious, he still smiled and greeted Zheng Zhi and others inward.

It’s not a mistake for the waiter. Zheng Zhi and others are all big and thick, and they really don’t look like scholars. The Song Dynasty was originally a polite and martial arts, and scholars always looked down on others, and even more so on military people. Everything is inferior to those who are good at studying. Military people will not join in the fun of literati, so as not to make things boring.

Even inside and outside the court, the highest official that military officials could do was Di Qing, who was the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, and Yue Fei was only in this position in later generations. Even the eunuch Tong Guan or the "football player" Gao Qiu, could have high positions and power, but there was no position in the warrior.

So when the waiter heard that Zheng Zhi wanted to find elegant things, he didn't dare to ask too much, because the one who could say this must be a scholar, and others did not have the same face to make things boring.

Zheng Zhi followed the waiter and went straight into the inner room. The four of them looked around and watched. Except for Zheng Zhi, the others were amazed. It was so magnificent that it opened their eyes. However, Zheng Zhi didn't think anything was surprising when he saw it. To be rich, the entertainment venues in later generations had already reached the extreme, and it was not comparable to the Song Dynasty's alum building.

In ancient times, brothels were always misunderstood as brothels that do flesh-and-stealing business. In fact, otherwise, legal brothels are mostly official businesses, not mainly flesh-and-stealing business. They are really a kind place to provide scholars and scholars with a place to communicate.

These people also do elegant things in this brothel, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. When it comes to the service projects of brothels, they mainly focus on love services, not flesh and blood services.

Most of the courtesans are self-disciplined. The more famous they are, the higher their literary and artistic cultivation is, the more they are. Such people are more like a propaganda platform for literati and talented people. With good poetry and lyrics, they will become famous all over the world as soon as they are sung. The courtesans are more willing to get good poetry and make themselves famous.

The literati and the courtesan have a roughly complementary relationship. As for those private prostitutes and secret houses, it is also said that most of them really provide basic flesh and flesh services to the lower class people.

After passing the front hall, a small path was secluded and walked dozens of steps, including trees, flowers and birds, rockery ponds, pavilions and towers. Zheng Zhi couldn't help but think of the Suzhou forest gardens in later generations, which seemed not as elegant as this. With the Song Dynasty, the Chinese-style garden design and construction had reached its peak, and even the emperor spared no effort on this matter, otherwise there would be any flower and stone sect.

When I arrived at a hall, there were already many scholars and scholars sitting in it, most of whom were dressed in long blouses and looked particularly noble.

Although Zheng Zhi has never been a scholar, he is not nervous. He has never seen any scenes in his two lives. Even the supreme leader of later generations has been secretly received. Moreover, Zheng Zhi has also received nine years of compulsory education, three years of high school education, and the influence of developed information.

On the contrary, since Lu Da entered the hall, he seemed restrained everywhere. This is because the military men in this era unconsciously exuded the inferiority of literati.

As soon as everyone entered the hall, their eyes looked up and down countless times, and some people whispered to each other. Most of these people were familiar with each other. They saw a few big and thick men, dressed in a wealthy businessman, and some even started to tease others, as if they had seen interesting things, waiting to see how many people were making a fool of themselves.

Zheng Zhi just thought that he didn't see it, and sat down at an empty table in the middle of the left. Zheng Zhi was sitting on the chair and couldn't help but feel a little grateful. Thanks to his ancestors for his wisdom, he slowly made the chair popular since the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to kneel on the ground in front of these literati at this time.

"Don't be nervous, just watch the performance. What are the literati and talented people? They are as fierce as the Qiang people?" Zheng Zhi saw that the three of them could not feel at ease, so he spoke to comfort him.

"My brother said that the people from Dangxiang Qiang had killed a lot of people, and they were afraid that these people would write poems right." Lu Da was quite stingy. Although he felt that this place was not played by himself, he was still much more at ease.

But it was Shi Jin and Chen Da. These two were relatively normal Song people, not as good as Lu Da. At this time, they felt a little guilty.

"I heard the accent of these people, but I don't know where the local buns came from. The Tokyo Talents and Poetry Festival also came to join in the fun. I really have no vision." Some people will always be the first to come out and contempt, showing that their identity as a scholar is noble.

"Haha... I don't have a vision, but it's another story. If you want to join in the fun, you don't look at your identity. Isn't it ridiculous to not know two words?" The man laughed louder, his voice was even louder, and his style seemed much higher than the previous one. Zheng Zhi could hear it clearly.

"It's a shame!" A young man with a cold face was even more pampered with words, and the four words summarized his attitude.

Zheng Zhi sat down and looked around. Zheng Zhi didn't care about the literati and talented people in the late Northern Song Dynasty. He had no wisdom to save the country, nor did he have the ability to save the country. Apart from the romance, he only had the only words left.

If the literati in the late Northern Song Dynasty had the style of Wang Anshi, Sima Guang, Su Shi, Bao Zheng and others, Zheng Zhi would have to look up to him a few more times.
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