This Northern Song Dynasty is a bit weird

chapter 204
At this time, Yelu Hongji had just sat on the Dragon Throne for less than three years, and he was still very young.

Empress Xiao is naturally very young.

The Xiao family is a big family, so big that there are more than 100 direct descendants, not counting the direct descendants.

Almost all of Khitan's previous empresses came from the Xiao family, and the current empress is no exception.

Just when the queen was returning to her natal home, Lu Sen, with a beard and his hands in his cuffs, walked by not far away.

He saw the strict defense in front of him, and he knew that there must be important people from the Khitan Kingdom coming in and out here, but he was not interested in doing anything.

Although he intends to weaken the Khitan country, it is meaningless to kill only one or two high-ranking officials of the Khitan country, and someone will make up for it soon.

The real good way is to allow them to internalize themselves for a long time, involuntarily, and consume Khitan's resources until they are not enough to pose a threat to the Central Plains.

Lu Sen walked by, and Empress Xiao, who had been talking to her father, suddenly turned back. Through the gap between the guards, she looked at Lu Sen's back with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man next to him looked over suspiciously, and then asked, "Queen, is there something weird over there?"

Empress Xiao shook her head and said with a smile: "No, it seems that I saw someone I know, but it doesn't look like it when I look at the back."

Oh... The middle-aged man didn't think much about it. After all, it's not strange to occasionally see outsiders who are similar to his acquaintances.

Lu Sen wandered around the Linhuang mansion, not afraid of being disturbed by the Khitan people.

Here not only the Khitan people mostly wear Song clothes, but also there are a large number of Song people, and some are even high-ranking officials.

The current Khitan official uniform is similar to the Song court official uniform, they are almost all carved out of the same mold, so Lu Sen can easily identify the other party's identity.

After walking two or three streets, Lu Sen sat down in a restaurant.

He has been walking for so long, and this restaurant has the most people, and looking at the decoration of the store, it is also the most luxurious.

He didn't have a box, so he just sat in the lobby on the second floor. There were a lot of people talking here, and it was a good place to collect information.

He ordered two or three dishes, and after tasting them, he shook his head.

The taste is so-so, and it is really not as good as the dishes made by ordinary restaurants in Hangzhou.

Originally, he was extremely handsome, and logically speaking, he should have attracted a lot of attention, but after putting on the cognition-fuzzy mustache produced by that formula, he became ordinary in the eyes of outsiders.

After listening for a while, he heard a lot of interesting content.

For example, some time ago, Zhang Tianci, the head of the household department, was ambushed by soldiers from the Song Dynasty. He was hit by a sword and almost died.

For another example, in the middle of last month, Yu Shi An Yinan was assassinated by a Song warrior and lost his arm. Although his life was saved, he was unable to contribute to the country. .

But just a few days ago, the group of warriors who ambushed Khitan officials were found, and they were almost caught in a pot. Nine out of ten were arrested and killed, only two or three escaped.

Hearing this, Lu Sen felt a little admiration. No matter how bad his impression of the group of knights is, it is undeniable that there are always exceptions.

For example, Zhan Zhao, or these knights who are willing to lurk in Linhuang Mansion with their heads tied to their waistbands.

It's just that these news are still not what Lu Sen wants.

He really admires these warriors who dare to stand up to death, but he knows better that the starting point of these warriors is not very important.

After listening for a while, Lu Sen waved his hand and asked Xiaoer: "Shopkeeper, I'm here for the first time, and I want to hear some interesting stories about people in Linhuang Mansion, can you tell me something?"

After all, a broken piece of silver the size of a finger was placed on the table.

The waiter in the shop was a Khitan, he put the broken silver into his arms with a smile, and said: "This guest official from the Song Dynasty, you have asked the right person. Although I don't know what anecdote, there is someone who knows very well. I can tell the guest officer where he is."

"That person is very powerful and well-informed?"

"The old man has no roots!" The waiter said in a low voice: "He is over 80 years old and has served two kings in the palace. Now that the new king takes office, he has been released. He has no children and can only rely on Sell ​​secrets for a living."

"The current king is not afraid that he will leak news from the palace?"

The waiter in the shop said, "Of course I'm not afraid. The defense in the palace will change the password and patrol time every once in a while. When you go out of the palace gate, you only know some secrets."

Lu Sen understood.

The newly appointed Yelu Hongji didn't want to do things too badly, so he not only released a group of old eunuchs, but also released a group of old court ladies.

It's kindness, but in essence, it's also to reduce expenses, and I don't want to support idlers and waste.

Lu Sen understands the truth as soon as he thinks about it. It's an old method, and it sends and trains top talents for the society for 60 or [-] years every year.

"Where is that old man who knows a lot of secrets?"

He put another small piece of silver on the table.

Lu Sen knew very well that most of the problems could be solved with money, so there was no need to waste any time trying to find out the news by beating around the bush.

"Out of the store, turn left and turn right again, and you will see an alley, go inside to the end, there is a door of an adobe house, better and stronger than the others, that is the one."

"Thank you."

Lu Sen stood up.

After about two sticks of incense, Lu Sen found this adobe house with the 'best door'.

It is indeed the best, because almost all the surrounding houses have no doors, and even if there are, they are just two pieces of dilapidated thin wood boards put together.

Lu Sen knocked on the black wooden door three times, and soon there was a weak voice from inside: "Please come in, the door is unlocked."

Lu Sen pushed the door open and entered.

The adobe brick door is not big, and almost everything can be seen at a glance.

Tables and chairs, wardrobes, wooden beds, and an old man with a pale face and gray hair sitting with his back against the wall.

Many people have the impression that Gu You thinks that eunuchs are sissies.

This is actually a stereotyped concept. There are sissy eunuchs, but the number is very small. The vast majority of eunuchs or father-in-laws look very masculine and masculine.

Because they know that they don't have that thing, so even if they pretend, they have to pretend to be men.

This in itself is an external manifestation of inferiority complex.

The old man seemed to be in good spirits, not like an old man in his 80s, but in his early 50s.

Moreover, the other party's eyes were very radiant, Lu Sen was stared at by him, as if he felt two swords scraping on his body.

If other people come, they will feel uncomfortable if they can't keep it, but Lu Sen is naturally immune to this kind of mental oppression.

He cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Excuse me, is this the old man who came out of the palace?"

"You still call me old and rootless." The old man clasped his fists in return: "Song people...Young man, you are not simple, what is the purpose of coming here?"

Lu Sen's plain performance made the old man feel a little stressed.

If he was 30 years younger, he would arrest the young man immediately and ask if he was an assassin sent by Song Ting.

But now, he is old, more than 80 years old, no matter how good his martial arts is, no matter how powerful his internal energy is, at this age, it would be good to have half of it left.

"I want to ask the old man about the anecdotes about this place in Linhuang Mansion!" Lu Sen took out a silver ingot from his cuff and put it on the table: "The more mysterious and subtle the better."

The other party was an old man. In this era, an old man is synonymous with being well-informed.

The old man picked up the silver and looked at it: "Song Zhiguan silver...but you have removed the imprint, which is very interesting."

"The old man is amazing."

The silver used was indeed the press-forging technology in the palace, because these supporting technologies were all requested by Lu Sen from the King of Runan County.

"I can't accept this money. I promised the lord that I would not sell any news about the palace."

The old man made a gesture of invitation, and at the same time stared at Lu Sen with burning eyes.

The muscles on the old man's body were already tense, and if there was anything wrong with Lu Sen, he would strike immediately.

Lu Sen waved his hands, sat down straight away, and then said: "Don't worry, old man. Although I am from the Song Dynasty, I have no interest in the Khitan court. I just want to know the interesting things that have happened in Linhuang Mansion since ancient times. Mysterious, the more spooky, the more interested I am."

"Miraculous?" The old man looked Lu Sen up and down.

"Yes." Lu Sen said with a smile: "I am a person who seeks immortality and Taoism, and I am only interested in the mystical. I have explored all the mystical places in the Song Dynasty, and I have not found anything strange, so I came to the north to look for them. Find."

"You're not wearing a Taoist uniform, nor a monk's robe."

"There is no Taoist robe in the body, but there is Tao in the heart."

The old man raised his eyebrows, and his muscles relaxed slowly. He glanced at the silver ingots on the table, and said, "You are the first one to inquire about supernatural things. In the past, people who came here always asked me about it. The preferences of the nobles in the palace. That’s fine, anyway, I’m in a hurry today, so I’ll tell you about ancient times, about the miraculous things I’ve heard and seen with my own eyes since I was a child.”

Lu Sen immediately took out the notebook and pen and ink from the system backpack, put them on the table, and prepared to take notes while listening.

When the old man saw something that suddenly appeared, his eyes froze. After a brief absence, he looked at Lu Sen in surprise, but quickly calmed down, and slowly told him what he had heard in the past eighty years, I've said everything I've been through.

After about three hours, the old man drank three times of water and finally finished telling the story.

After Lu Sen put away his notebook, pen and ink, he took out another silver ingot, put it on the table, and said with a smile, "The old man has told so many good stories. The boy is very grateful, thank you very much."

After that, he stood up and was about to leave.

The old man stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he put it down and said instead: "Young man, I have trouble with my legs and feet, so I won't see you off. Please go slowly."

Lu Sen nodded, turned around and walked to the door, and frowned slightly as soon as he opened the door.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and there were two people standing outside the door, one of them was dressed like a monk, the other was a young man wearing a bamboo hat, he looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, but there was something strange about him, obviously She is young and has black hair, but a pair of thick eyebrows are white!

White as snow.

And these two people, with solemn expressions, looked a little wrong.

Lu Sen clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me, my two friends, can you let me go?"

The two people on the opposite side took two steps back. Just as Lu Sen walked out of the door, the man dressed as a middle-aged monk next to him entered the room with a whizzing sound, extremely fast.Lu Sen, on the other hand, was blocked by the white-browed boy.

"Young man, you should be from the Central Plains, what do you mean by blocking my way?"

The young man clasped his fists in both hands, and also clasped a long sword in his chest. He said coldly: "My master didn't let you go, so you can't go."

Lu Sen turned around and saw the middle-aged monk standing in front of the old man.

"The guest outside the door is just a guest who came to ask something, two friends from the Central Plains, how about letting him go?" This is the old man in the room talking.

But the middle-aged monk said with a smile: "The person who can come to you is not a good person."

The old man was taken aback, and said with a smile: "Since I came out of the palace, there have been thousands of visitors instead of ten thousand. Could it be that the two Song friends can't kill them all?"

"It's enough to kill you and the traitor in front of you."

Hearing this, the white-browed boy took another step back, unsheathed his long sword, pointed at Lu Sen's chest, and shouted loudly: "Master said you are selling your ancestors for glory, damn it, so you are going to die. Remember, my nickname is Shanxi Xu Liang of Yan, whose father is the famous mountain rat Xu Qing, after you go down to the underworld, the King of Hades will ask who killed you, you can report my name."

Lu Sen's expression was ugly. Four years ago, the experience of being hit between the eyebrows with a hidden weapon by Han Zhang came to mind again.

His mood suddenly became irritable, and he said unhappily: "If you don't ask the matter clearly, you will do it. Are you afraid of unjust killing?"

"Those who achieve great things don't care about small things." The white-browed boy snorted: "Master said, if you are timid, you will never achieve great things."

Lu Sen sighed: "As expected of the descendants of the Five Rats, even the ruthlessness to hurt others is exactly the same."

The white-browed boy was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Do you know my uncle?"

Lu Sen was about to speak, but the monk in the room suddenly said: "Liang'er, don't talk nonsense with him, he is trying to deceive you to delay your time, since you have decided to do it, you can't hesitate, what kind of words are mother-in-law and mother-in-law?"

At this time, the old man in the house laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" The middle-aged monk was puzzled.

"I laugh at you idiot."

The middle-aged monk was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized, turned around and rushed out the door.

At this time, Xu Liang, a white-browed boy, had already made a move, and Changyin turned into a silver light in the night, piercing Lu Sen's throat.

But at this moment Lu Sen had already put himself in a forward-stretching posture, and the space around him seemed to be distorting slightly.

When the silver light approached him, he stepped forward and punched out.

A simple goose punch.

A violent airflow formed in front of Lu Sen. It was not blown out by fists, but suddenly vented out of a hole in the void.

It seems that a terrible hurricane rushed out of a huge cave.

"Liang'er, flash."

The young man's reaction was extremely fast, the silver light was almost in front of Lu Sen, and he could change his moves midway, he suddenly dodged aside, and then a terrible internal energy brushed past him.

A deep gully was drawn on the ground, two meters wide and at least six meters long.

Xu Liang, who hid aside, turned pale, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)