A poor son 86

"Go to the Jiafangsi?" Sanlang's face turned green. The lady was not only running to the Jiyuan, but now she also wanted to go to the Jiafangsi. Ggaax, the Jiafangsi, is an actor and an official. The Fourth Master came back and knew that he took Lin Yutong to such a place and was not allowed to deal with him. He could see if this man was concerned about women. So he immediately shook his head: "What do you want to know or what you want to check, I will go. It's not appropriate for a Madam to go to such a place."

Lin Yutong waved her hand, "I went there this time for the main business. The emperor's 70th birthday is coming soon, and I think I still have to prepare a gift. You have to take charge of the song and dance arrangements. Let's select the candidates first, and it must be amazing."

"Send someone...send songs and dances?" Sanlang was stunned.

Lin Yutong raised her eyebrows: "I have also given us an imperial edict to buy young women. You can't really ask us to choose a good woman. This Jiaofangs are usually kept as idle, and it's just right to use it at this time."

Only by believing in you can there be a ghost.

I still want to find an excuse to go to the Jiafangsi.

"Success." Saburo agreed to accept his fate, "Then how can we go?"

Lin Yutong got up, walked out, "Go with great fanfare."

At this time, the chariot was ready outside the gate. Saburo rode a horse and followed him along with dozens of other guards.

"Let's go." Lin Yutong's voice came from the carriage.

As soon as this carriage appeared on the street, I didn’t know how many people were staring at it. The most concerned thing was what the lady was going to do.

Sanlang then realized that as long as Lin Yutong appeared in the Jiaofangsi today, no matter what was hidden in the Jiaofangsi, he had to be careful and careful, because the eyes of the capital would be aimed at them.

As the carriage walked along the way, people along the way consciously gave way. Behind the carriage, there were many people watching the fun.

When the carriage stopped at the entrance of Jiaofangsi, he heard a "clang" sound, and Jiaofangsi's door suddenly closed.

Sanlang raised his eyebrows and sang: "What do you mean inside? The lady is here, and she didn't say she opened the door to greet her, but why did she close the door instead?"

Lin Yutong sat in the carriage and smiled, and stopped moving for the time being.

Sanlang glanced back, and had to accept his fate and pretend to be a black face, pointing to the guards, saying, "If you don't, just smash the door for me. What are the rules? The lady comes to choose people himself, to give you decentness, why are you so unaware of it?" As he said, he bowed to the surroundings and said to the people watching the fun: "The court issued an order to elect young women from the people. The lady is kind-hearted, and then he thought of the Jiaofangsi."

For good women, choosing is a nightmare. But for Jiaofangsi, this is a step ahead. Being able to serve his master is better than wasting his youth here and not having enough food.

No time, there were praises around, and many people kowtowed to the chariot.

At this time, the door of the Jiaofangsi opened, and a middle-aged man came out and bowed, "Madam, forgive me. The boy who was guarding the door is a fool, and he has a bad mind. I was a little scared when I saw this scene. Madam, forgive me!"

Lin Yutong then lifted the curtain and got out of the car, "No gift. Open the door and I'll pick some people."

The man stood up from the ground in a mess, waved his hand, and the door opened.

Lin Yutong looked up and down at the man, looking like he was in his thirties or forties, his face was a little yellow, and his eyelids were lowered. She frowned and said, "Are you the manager here?"

The man lowered his head, "Yes, little Dong Cheng,"

Lin Yutong nodded, raised her foot and entered. As soon as she stepped into the gate, there was a large yard with many stone locks and weapons racks in the yard, "This is..."

"Reply to my wife, this is the martial arts practice." Dong Cheng quickly replied.

Sanro went up, but in one hand he could barely pick up a stone lock, which looked like 20 or 30 kilograms. "It's okay, it can also be used to exercise over time."

As he said that, he threw down the stone lock, rubbed his arms, rubbed the mud under his feet, and nodded at Lin Yutong.

Lin Yutong looked at the stone lock and the pool of water beside her, then smiled and continued to walk forward, "Take all the good looks and color first."

She didn't even enter the room, but sat under the eaves of the main hall.

Dong Cheng hesitated for a moment, waved to a little boy to serve tea before bowing to Lin Yutong, "Madam, wait."

Seeing that Dong Cheng left, Sanlang whispered to Lin Yutong: "The weapons on the weapon rack are all fake, something that can only be used for operas." That means nothing was revealed.

Lin Yutong lowered her head, looked at the mud rubbed on his shoes again, and then nodded slightly.

Sanlang looked at his feet in confusion and looked at Lin Yutong again. What's wrong with this? Is there anything else he didn't see?

Before she could figure it out, she saw Dong Cheng bringing over a dozen girls.

"Madam, that's it." Dong Cheng pointed to the girls who had already stood in a row. "They were all from official families, and they were only admitted to the sect because of their convictions." This means that both knowledge and upbringing are not bad.

"Raise your head." Lin Yutong looked at the dozen girls and said softly.

There are more than a dozen faces, all of whom are sixteen or seventeen years old.

Their waves flowed, and then they lowered their heads slightly.

Lin Yutong turned the teacup in her hand, was silent for a long time before she stood up and said, "Then they will be there. From now on, they will be taught by Master Yin San."

Sanlang thought to himself: This means that he will have to come here to check in and work every day in the future.

Although I don’t know what she means, Sanlang vaguely felt that she just wanted to call herself as a roadblock. If there was something really tricky here, then when they poked it here, how could they dare to move?

Lin Yutong got up and walked out. She was really planning to do so. Since she still couldn't find out, she would just put the people here like this. She can't ask the person behind her to take further action.

"Madam, why don't you leave a few guards to come and see me. I'm afraid they don't want to, so what if they run away again?" Saburo said.

Lin Yutong looked at Dong Cheng who had been lowering his head, "It's okay. If you run away, you'll take responsibility for Dong Cheng. Besides, this is a good thing for them, why run away? Don't watch. Spending so much food to raise soldiers is not to stand guard for the Jiaofangsi."

Sanlang looked frustrated, and then stared at Dong Cheng and the girls fiercely, "I heard it all. If I run away, I will be in trouble, and you can't feel comfortable. I will definitely arrive tomorrow, and I will be cheering up and waiting."

As he said that, he went out, jumped onto his horse, and followed behind the chariot.

After entering the mansion and sitting on the chair in the study, Sanlang said, "Madam, those girls just now are not from the Jiafangsi. They look like sisters of the kiln."

Lin Yutong looked up at him, "How did you see it?"

Sanlang laughed: "Although they know that their wife is noble, the habits they have developed for a long time cannot be changed. They raised their heads, glanced at me quickly with their eyes, and looked at me. This kind of flirting with men all the time... no, it is a look that seduces people, it cannot deceive people. Even they themselves do not realize their professional habits."

Lin Yutong laughed: "You are right. If I guess correctly, they are the sisters who are raised by Hui Pavilion. What we see in it should be specially trained female guards or female assassins. All the girls raised by Hui Pavilion went to the Jiaofangsi and acted as songs and dances of Jiaofangsi."

Sanro was stunned: "Where is the original person from Jiaofangsi?"

Lin Yutong pointed to the map of the palace: "It is said that these places are haunted at night, and you can always hear women's crying and evil ghosts' laughter."

Saburo understood now, "You mean, they detained all the original people from the Jiaofangsi in the secret passage?"

Lin Yutong nodded: "The people in the Jiaofangsi should be the 'evil ghosts' in the secret passage. People cannot always stay below, and they will definitely come out to play during the day. The Jiaofangsi is not small, and hundreds of people come out to play in batches, which is enough time. And..." She looked down at Sanlang's shoes, "The stone lock is only twenty or thirty kilograms, but you didn't see it. Is that whole piece wet? That means that the stone lock is not a stylistic thing at all, it is really used for martial arts practice. If you fill it with water, one weight can reach fifty or sixty kilograms. I counted the stone lock, and there were sixty kilograms."

"So that's it. You let me go to the Jiafangsi to block those people in the secret passage. Don't call them out for the time being?" asked Sanlang.

Lin Yutong smiled: "What? Are you scared?"

Isn’t this nonsense? Those who dare to take the risk to the capital are all destiny. They become blocking people and make people angry, and they will be trampled on their fate?

Lin Yutong shook her head: "Don't worry, I won't take risks with you. I just asked you to drag it out for the time being, buy me some time, and ask me to find out what these people are going to the capital for?"

Sanlang then breathed a sigh of relief: "So, Huige and Jiaofangsi are all in the same group. Then just seal the Huige?"

"I don't even know how many people have been involved in and what they have come to the capital for. I really don't dare to think about the consequences that will be caused by not being able to catch them all in one go." Lin Yutong glanced at Sanlang: "Besides, this is probably related to the war between the Fourth Master invading the Northwest, and I can't be careful."

Sanlang was silent for a while before saying, "Capture the king first, or you have to find this leader to succeed. Is it impossible for King Zhao or Zhao Hanshan to come in person?"

Lin Yutong also smiled, "I want to know who this person is? What exactly do they want to do?" Thinking of this, she couldn't help but scratch her head, "Based on the number of people, three hundred to five hundred people, they were suffocated to death. But what can these three or five hundred people do in the capital? What is enough? We have stationed 20,000 people, and three or five hundred people are not enough to scratch."

Sanlang curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Three or five hundred people, there are so many things that can do. If there are, the capital can be razed to the ground..."

"What did you say?" Lin Yutong looked at Saburo in a daze.

"...It's not...it's...it's...gunpowder..." Sanlang didn't expect that Lin Yutong would really hear it, so he quickly explained.

Lin Yutong stood up all of a sudden, and this really entered a blind spot of thinking. She has always regarded herself as a modern person, and always felt that she was just a cold weapon now. But she also has artillery. Then using gunpowder... is not impossible.

If this is true, three or five hundred people are enough!
Chapter completed!