Yao Guangqi immediately clapped his hands and said, "This is a great thing. I am just asking for it. Brother Fang doesn't mention it, so I can't speak. I hope Brother Fang can go with me."

Fang Xiaoru blushed, with a little embarrassed expression, and a little shy of speaking: "In addition to the ten-point money left by his father, the family really can't afford more money, so they may also ask the two of them to take care of them along the way."

Yao Guangqi smiled generously and pulled Fang Xiaoru's hand: "Brother Fang is honest and honest, gentleman is open and honest. If you have any advice or not, you are just a little trouble. Things outside of you are not worth mentioning. Brother Fang is a talented person, and I can walk with you all the way, which is also a good opportunity to learn. Let's go, the boat will be set off later."

The three of them went to the capital by water. Fang Xiaoru is worthy of being a talented man from Jiangnan who has been studying for many generations. He has a wide range of books and a very high talent. Along the way, he talked about poetry and history with Yao Guangqi and discussed in detail. Yao Guangqi originally thought that his knowledge was still a deal, but after contacting Fang Xiaoru, he realized that he was just a frog in the well. Fang Xiaoru's classics, history, and literature collections are all about, ancient and modern, and he is involved in everything from ancient times to foreign countries. I don't know how many books I have loaded in my head. As long as I talk about all the classics, the essence of them blurted out. It is even more rare that Fang Xiaoru also has his own independent insights, especially his deeper understanding of Neo-Confucianism and new learning. In just a few days, Yao Guangqi was simply admiring Fang Xiaoru.

The capital city, Yingtian Mansion, "The king's spirit is here, why should I do it?" Chen Houzhu's words were still heard a thousand years ago, but now, only the Qinhuai River water is still telling his story, and the romantic Yushu is stopped. Yingtian, Jinling, Jiankang, in history, this city has countless names. This city has witnessed the germination, rise, disaster, rise again, and all the rise and fall of the Chinese nation. Now, as the capital of the Ming Empire, it has once again become the dream of countless scholars.

Standing at the foot of the city wall of the capital, Fang Xiaoru sighed, and a sense of family and country tyranny arose, but he immediately realized a very important question: "Where are we going now?"

Yao Guangqi smiled and asked back, "Your Fang family has no other courtyard in the capital, so Lord Ling Zunfang's focus must be the home of relatives and friends. Have you ever heard of Ling Zun who has a very familiar friend in the capital?"

Fang Xiaoru shook his head, and he suddenly realized that he could only catch blindly when he entered Beijing.

Yao Guangqi continued to ask with a smile: "Where do officials who come to Beijing usually live?"

Fang Xiaoru thought for a while and said, "I really don't know this, brother, just say it."

Yao Guangqi smiled and said, "Regularly, the court has a system. Officials who return to Beijing to report their duties can live in the inn, but Lord Fang is not the one who returns to Beijing to report their duties, so I am afraid he won't live in the inn." Speaking of this, Yao Guangqi suddenly turned to look at Murong Qing and said with a smile: "Big sister, do you have any solutions?"

Murong Qing stared at the boss and said in a angrily voice, "Who is your elder sister? I am only three years older than you, and I call me very old." Then she whispered: "Come here, I have something to say."

Murong Qing's little daughter's posture was whispering to the dark eyebrows and the corners of her eyes, which made Yao Guangqi a little confused. But he immediately realized his incompetence and followed Murong Qing to the side. In order to hide his incompetence, he deliberately coughed twice and turned his head to scan the surroundings.

Murong Qing didn't care about Yao Guangqi's changes. Seeing that Fang Xiaoru didn't pay attention to this place, she whispered: "I didn't have the chance to tell you along the way. Actually, our Tiancheng Sect is in Beijing.

There is also a fragrant hall.”

"Really?" Yao Guangqi was very surprised. He really didn't expect that Tiancheng Sect would actually reach out to the capital.

Murong Qing nodded: "The scale is not large, there are not many disciples, but they are very capable. The master of Xiang is the son of Chen Qiliu and Uncle Chen Liu, Chen Ping'an." Speaking of this, Murong Qing suddenly hesitated for a moment, blushed slightly and said: "Also, can you not call her elder sister in the future? Am I very old?"

Yao Guangqi was also a little embarrassed and lowered his head and whispered: "Then what should I call you?"

Murong Qing's voice lowered: "You can call Sister Qing, or Qing'er, but my father just called me that. Don't you call your little lover Rou'er?"

Yao Guangqi opened his mouth wide and squeezed out the word "Qing..." for a long time. The word "Sister" didn't say it. After a moment, the word "Sister" finally appeared, and then he called "Sister Qing".

"Oh," Murong Qing agreed very happily. She was quite satisfied with the title, but her face turned redder than before. She nodded with a smile.

Yao Guangqi's face turned red, and he quickly changed the topic: "Since it's better to have his own people, then I won't use my method for now."

Murong Qing also quickly continued, "Have you figured out a solution?"

Yao Guangqi was not as restrained as before: "Do you think I was only thinking about poetry, songs and essays along the way?"

Murong Qing became much more natural: "Tell me quickly and listen."

Yao Guangqi took out a sign from his arms and shook it in front of Murong Qing's eyes: "This token was given by the old man from Xiajiang League. With this token, no matter where he is, all Xiajiang League disciples will obey the order."

Murong Qing grabbed the sign and took it in her hand and knocked it carefully: "You actually have this thing. It is said that the old man Xia Jianglong has a very strange temper. Don't talk about this sign anymore. It's a huge face for him to take a look at it. How did you get it?"

Yao Guangqi said casually: "That old man gave me casually. Let's go and see Chen Ping'an. Where is Xiangtang?"

"Wuyi Lane." Murong Qing replied in a low voice.

The two did not want to expose their identities and the location of Xiangtang, so they arranged Fang Xiaoru to an inn first, and then went straight to Wuyi Lane. Wuyi Lane. This name made Yao Guangqi have endless imagination. The reason for this is that it is completely the poem that has been famous throughout the ages by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi, "Wuyi Lane", "Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset at Wuyi Lane is slanted. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xie Hall flew into the homes of ordinary people."

But Yao Guangqi came here not to search for historical sites, but because there was the incense hall of Tiancheng Sect. The two came to a very wide alley, and saw that there were two large houses standing opposite each other at the entrance of the alley. As soon as Yao Guangqi looked inside, he was pulled aside by Murong Qing: "If you are not there, this is not Wuyi Lane."

Yao Guangqi was surprised and walked for a while. He saw another alley in front of him. There was a very ordinary alley. The road was very narrow. The houses inside were very dilapidated. There was a small sign at the entrance of the alley. It had been a long time, and the words on it were a little blurred. Yao Guangqi looked at it: Wuyi Lane.

Yao Guangqi turned around and looked at Murong Qing: "Isn't it Wuyi Lane?"

Murong Qing nodded: "Yes, Wuyi Lane."

Yao Guangqi almost spurted out blood. If he hadn't had his deep internal skills, he would have been seriously injured and died at this moment.

Wuyi Lane is so small that there are only five families inside, but the yards of these five families are not small, from the outside

Looking at it, they are all middle-class families, at least larger than their adoptive father's yard. Somehow, Yao Guangqi suddenly remembered his adoptive father's yard. Although he had lived there for only a few years, it was the most unforgettable time in his life. His mother passed away. Although his adoptive father and mother were very nice to him, the good days were short and he was also confiscated two years ago. Now he has returned to the capital. Times have changed. He is no longer the foolish boy he used to, and he can no longer find the leisure time he used to be like before.

"What are you thinking?" Murong Qing suddenly slapped Guangqi behind the back: "Go in."

This slap pulled Yao Guangqi back to reality, "Which door should I enter?"

"Everyone is fine!" Murong Qing said with a smile: "It is said that we have bought the entire alley."

This sentence shocked Yao Guangqi very much. You should know that in the capital, a three-entry yard is already valuable. A small alley and a whole five yards were bought. How much does it cost? "What are you doing when you are standing there?" Murong Qing pulled Yao Guangqi back to reality again. The door of the first yard opened. An old woman in her sixties poked her head tremblingly. Seeing Murong Qing, she said slowly: "Girl, who are you looking for?"

Murong Qing curled up her left arm and stretched forward, and made a strange gesture with her right hand. Yao Guangqi knew that this was a unique secret code for the disciples of Tiancheng Sect. When the old woman saw Murong Qing making this gesture, she stopped talking.

After entering the yard, three people soon came out of the house, one tall, one short and one fat. When the three of them saw Yao Guangqi, they were stunned at first, and then they respectfully stepped forward and bowed: "The sect leader is here, and their subordinates are in a farewell welcome."

"If you recognize me, it will save a lot of trouble." Yao Guangqi felt relieved.

The short man in the middle said with a smile: "On the day of the meeting, I was on the spot. At that time, I saw the style of the sect leader below, and my subordinates admired him very much. Later, the World Alliance suddenly attacked, and you were calm and calm, and led us to defeat the world Alliance, which had been for many years. We brothers were so proud."

The fat man on the right hand said with a smile: "Okay, stop flattering. You have the best skill in flattering. My subordinate is Chen Ping'an, who is the fragrance master of the incense hall in Beijing. If you have any instructions, just tell me directly. Our incense hall is quite special. It was specially set up by the old sect leader to inquire about the news in the capital, so our incense hall is not responsible for acquiring disciples, but only inquire about the news."

These words hit Yao Guangqi's thoughts, and all he wanted was to inquire about the news: "Can we also inquire about the news in the officialdom?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and pointed to the tall man on the left: "He is called Mi Gaoyang, he has many friends in Beijing and has a wide network of contacts. He is a good at inquiring about news. The guy who flattered just now is Ma Ji, and he is best at flattering, so we all call him flattering, but he has a lot of eyeliners, and many important news were found. In addition to the two of them, our Xiangtang still has more than 20 people in the capital, and they all have their own ways. Just hand over what you want to inquire, and you must ensure that you won't miss your business."

Yao Guangqi looked at the old woman, "She is also a disciple of the sect?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Sect Master, don't worry, she is called mute mother-in-law, but in fact she is deaf, she can't hear what you say. She asked questions at the door, but we actually let us hear them."
Chapter completed!