The First Yamen of the Great Song Dynasty

Seeing that Shi Qian was already shocked by him, Gao Ming talked eloquently, "Is it necessary for me to fool you? Besides, if I don't think you are a talent, why would I ask about you and know your nickname? "

Shi Qian never expected that the son of the Taiwei, who was far away in the capital, would know that he was a reckless man in the world.

It seems that I have really asked myself.

Gao Ming got up and came to Shi Qian, looked around him, pretending to be thinking, "A few days ago, the Taiwei's mansion assigned a Marquis of Yu, and there is a shortage of manpower right now. Lu Qian, it happens that your name is Shi Qian, and you come and go one by one, it seems that there is a definite number in the dark, and it is arranged by heaven."

Yuhou has more cards than Lin Chong's coach, and he is also an official.

Later, what was the reason for those heroes to beat Fang La so hard, and it was not for rewarding them for their merits and earning an official position.

These words hit Shi Qian's needs. Seeing his bright future, he said excitedly: "This... but can I be the Marquis of Yu with my identity?"

Gao Ming said: "First, if I say who you are, you are who you are, what's so difficult about it. Second, you can be the Marquis of Yu, but not now. Although you are famous in the world, I still want to see your ability .”

Those who know current affairs are heroes, Shi Qian rolled his eyes, immediately knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists and said: "Shi Qian is a small thief, I never expected to be appreciated by the yamen.

Gao Ming looked at Shi Qian with satisfaction, he likes smart people.

Shi Qian, who was born as a thief, still had a longing for the system.

"I don't pay attention to etiquette. Get up quickly." Gao Ming gently raised his hand to let Shi Qian get up, and he sat back on the edge of the bed, sitting firmly on Mount Tai.

Shi Qian stood up and stood in front of Gao Ming, "The Yamen appreciates me, so I will not let the Yamen down."

This life is only sold to those who know the goods, which is a portrayal of the state of mind of many heroes.

Seeing that the situation was under his control, Gao Ming relaxed even more, "Of course I will reuse you. To a certain extent, you are still doing your old job, but it is different. As I said just now, stealing artifacts is a To be inferior, to be superior is to steal other people’s secrets.”

From the fact that the father didn't know what tricks he was doing behind his back, he knew that the intelligence gathering ability of Gao Qiu Taiwei's mansion was too poor.

Although Gao Qiu doesn't form a party, he doesn't interfere with Cai Jing and the others.

But we can't make people hurt and fall behind.

In addition, Gao Yanei was a hated person, if Lu Zhishen came to harm him again, it would be a disaster.

And people like Shi Qian are good at intelligence, it's a pity to be a thief.

Shi Qianyue was eager to try, "If you have any orders from the yamen, you only need one sentence."

Seeing Shi Qian like this, I really need to find something for him to do first. Gao Ming lowered his eyes and had a goal, "Go and check a Cuju competitor named Yan Qing to find out where he lives and what he does. Yan Green is the swallow of the swallow, and the green of the grass."

"Take orders, just wait for my good news." After finishing speaking, Shi Qian climbed onto the pillar with hands and feet, and within a few strokes, he climbed onto the beam.

Gao Ming looked up at him, and said, "This is just this one time, this is not an example. The next time you see me, after you report, come in dignifiedly."

Shi Qian smiled apologetically, "It's only this time, the villain will never dare to do it again." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away along the roof beam.

Gao Ming breathed a sigh of relief and lay on his back on the bed.

Shi Qian should be reliable, after all, after he voted for Liangshan, he did not betray Liangshan.

In essence, he is not a person who is easy to betray the Lord.

As for some heroes, that's not certain, such as the dwarf tiger Wang Ying.

This guy used to be a porter. He killed his employer halfway and swallowed up his money. Later, he became the king of the mountain and drank people's hearts.

Let alone a hero, he is not even considered an individual.

Gao Ming was thinking in a mess when he saw the door opened and several servant girls walked in.

Seeing him lying sprawled on the bed, he asked cautiously, "Ya Nei, you woke up by yourself, the time has come, are you still going to the Imperial College?"

"Go, why not." Gao Mingteng sat up, "Change my clothes."

Since I promised my father, I must do it.

Some of the maids changed Gao Ming's clothes, and some tidied up the bedding.

Gao Ming turned his head and saw a maid lifted up the quilt and showed a puzzled expression at the water stains on the quilt. He immediately explained: "The teapot spilled water, don't guess!"

The servant girl dares to guess wildly, Gao Ming said what she said, "The slaves know, so I will clean it up and get you a new one."

There is a saying that if the yellow mud falls into the crotch, it is either flying or flying, and if the water wets the crotch, it is either that or that.

"You don't need to replace it with a new one, it's just tea, and it won't delay things if it dries up."

The servant girl hugged the quilt, "The servants know, but today is indeed the day to change the quilt."

"Oh, that's it." Gao Ming said half-believingly: "Then you guys clean up."

The maids carried the quilts down and walked to the door, just in time to bump into Gao Qi who was entering the door.

Gao Qiu's eyes were sharp, and he saw the water stain on the mattress at a glance, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Gao Ming saw his father walking in sullenly early in the morning, he said nervously, "Father..."

"Let me see if you got up early and are going to the Imperial College."

Gao Ming hurriedly bought a good one, and said with a smile: "Then you see that I have packed everything, don't you feel very relieved?"

"I'm so relieved!" Gao Qiu said angrily.

The dignified Taiwei uttered foul language early in the morning, and the second monk Gao Mingzhang couldn't figure it out, "What's wrong with you, you are so arrogant."

Gao Qiu said: "You were not at home last night, don't think I don't know, if you want to play, you have to be careful! Your body is broken at a young age, what will you do in the future?"

After Gao Ming understood the situation, he yelled wrongly, "I repeat, it's tea! I accidentally spilled it while drinking tea under the quilt."

Gao Qiu waved his hand, "Don't explain any more, don't run around in the Imperial College after school, come back quickly, I'll arrange for a doctor to take your pulse. It's all because I used to be too spoiled for you, alas." After finishing speaking, the heartbroken He glanced at Gao Ming, shook his head and left with a sigh.

Gao Ming faced his father's back, stretched out his hand in pain, and wailed weakly, "...that's really tea..."

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Gao Ming hadn't been to the Imperial College for many days, but when he showed up today, he realized that the Cuju competition was so popular, and everyone was talking about this topic in their free time.

And everyone is already optimistic about several players who have won the championship.

In order to argue whose footwork is better, the face is red.

Gao Ming hid aside and eavesdropped, feeling very happy in his heart, and even thought about setting up a bulletin board outside the stadium, first find hot people to write a few provocative articles, and attract real fans to come out to fight.

Judging by the posture of the students in the Imperial College, Xiongwen will be born within one night.

When the time comes, post it on the bulletin board.

The saliva is flying all over the place for a while, how many eyeballs must be attracted, so I worry about whether it will be popular.

There are not many other things in the Song Dynasty, but there are many literati, and there are more well-known literati.

If well-known people can be involved, maybe it will be remembered in history.

"What are you thinking, like a girl Huaichun."

A voice came from above his head, and Gao Ming knew who it was without even raising his eyes, "Murong Yanze, you are only pregnant. This state of mine is called conception."

"Concept?" Murong Yanze sat opposite Gao Ming with his hands on his chin, listening carefully, "Any other good ideas?"

"Look at our classmates, all of them are cute, enthusiastic and able to play with words. It would be a pity not to squeeze these resources. So, please listen..." Gao Ming waved to Murong Yanze.

Murong Yanze immediately smiled and leaned his ears to listen carefully to Gao Ming's words. "Let's set up a bulletin board outside the stadium and post some articles. Of course, they all arouse people's enthusiasm and create momentum for the game."

He nodded as he listened, and then said with a smile: "That's a good idea, it's the first article, who will write it."

Gao Ming pointed at him, Murong Yanze shook his head, "I can't."

"So, you are not very good, and you can't write articles." Gao Ming pretended to be disgusted.

Murong Yanze smiled, "It is precisely because of this that we can become friends."

Gao Ming frowned, why does it sound like a synonym for congeniality? Forget it, don't think deeply about it. Friendship doesn't have to be traced back to its source. Compatibility is the most important thing.

Gao Ming stretched out his hand and patted Murong Yanze's shoulder, "It doesn't matter if we don't know how to write, just find someone who can write, and find someone who can write well among your family members."

"...Okay, the writing style is definitely fine, but the content... is it a compliment?"

"No, no." Gao Ming said with a smile, "On the contrary, we should try our best to belittle the most popular contestant at the moment, so that everyone will be very angry when they see it, and the number of replies will be soaring the next day. It will not take a day or two to announce The column will be full, and when other people see these articles, they must be dissatisfied with the opinions contained in them, and then there will be a pen war, and no one will pay attention.”

Murong Yanze had never seen such a navies leading a war, he opened his mouth slightly and said in surprise: "You are really full of bad things."

"It's not bad water, it's wisdom water." Gao Ming said with a smile on his face.

When you think about it, do it. As soon as school is over, Gao Ming and Murong Yanze immediately turned into activists. First, they went outside the stadium to choose the address of the bulletin board, and asked the craftsmen to take Gao Ming's design sketch and go back to make the display boards and wooden stakes for the bulletin board. .

He and Murong Yanze went back to Murong's house, found a doorman, Gao Ming dictated the general idea, and the doorman polished and wrote it into decent words.

Not long after, a piece of majestic text came out.

To sum up, the main idea of ​​the article: I didn't say that the players you are optimistic about winning the championship now, I think they are all rubbish.And listed various reasons without naming names: older, less variable footwork, and ugly.

These people are too rubbish, I don't believe that the leader of the competition will be selected from these people.

There are still a few groups of players who have not competed. I hope there are still people with superb skills, otherwise the Cuju competition will be really boring.

The scope of attack is wide, and all the up-and-coming ones are hit.

Even the doorman wiped off his cold sweat after finishing writing, and said, "Don't let it out that I wrote it. I have a wife and children."

Gao Ming was very satisfied, the more violent and bloody the better, the literati, especially the students of the Imperial College, were also idle, wouldn't it be great to contribute to the cultural cause of Cuju.