The girl chuckled softly: "My guest, remember not to talk to the sisters next time. I forgot to mention that this room is for business, and the time is only half an hour at most. After this hour, you can either add more money,

Or, you leave."

Damn it! What can you do in half an hour?

The girl giggled: "The most men I have ever met can only last for one stick of incense. The rest of the time is enough for a meal." Therefore, half an hour is considered plenty.

After saying this, several girls passing by the door also started laughing.

Ding Daquan was a little embarrassed for a moment. He came here not for entertainment, but for the entertainment of these women. Jia Sidao's expression before seemed to appear in front of him again, and he felt that even such a woman would dare to take it.

He was fooling around.

Just as he was about to get angry, a boy ran in and said, "The guest's surname is Ding. There is someone looking for you outside the door."

Has anyone else found this place themselves?

Ding Daquan thought to himself: Prime Minister Qiao and Jia Sidao must have known about coming here.

Thinking of this, his face turned pale. This would bring shame to the Southern Song Dynasty to the New Song Dynasty. He walked out quickly, and the boy chased him out, but he only said the name of the teahouse.

He was anxious. When he arrived at the teahouse, he stepped in and the shopkeeper asked, "Is it Mr. Ding? Qingfeng Heyue on the second floor."

Qingfeng and Yue were Yajian's names. He didn't have time to ask in detail, so he went up to the second floor. At the stairway of the second floor stood a young man in smart clothes. The young man's eyes were indifferent and he only said three words: "Follow me."

Come."

Seeing that Qingfeng and Yue were indeed written on the door of the private room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If he doesn't know this young man himself, then the person looking for him is not from the mission. But he is not from the mission, but he knows him... could he be a businessman from the Southern Song Dynasty?

That’s not right! Businessmen in the Southern Song Dynasty would not dare to have such an attitude towards themselves.

Feeling uneasy, after entering, he found a man in his thirties half leaning on the couch, and he frowned: "May I ask who you are? I have never seen you before."

Wan Yankang looked Ding Daquan up and down, and saw that this person was really different from ordinary people, and his face was indeed a little blue, so he smiled and said: "Master Ding didn't know me before, but he will know me in the future. It doesn't hurt to tell you now, I'm here

Wanyankang..."

Wanyankang?

Which Wanyankang?

Is it that Wan Yankang?

Before coming out, I vaguely heard that Jia Sidao had sent a greeting card to this person. Unexpectedly, I saw Jia Sidao here before he came to the door.

And he didn't ask to see me, it was him who asked to see him.

This mentality of comparing himself to those who looked down on him made him very fond of the new Song Dynasty King Zhao. He knelt down and bowed his head and prayed: "My lord, be well!"

"Get up!" Wan Yankang leaned on the soft pillow without moving, and pointed to a chair not far away: "Sit anywhere you want."

Ding Daquan's buttocks were only next to the edge of the bench, and it was even more uncomfortable to sit than to stand.

Wanyankang closed the book in his hand, pushed it aside casually, changed into a comfortable position, and asked: "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Little... little... I really don't know." Ding Daquan said honestly.

Wanyankang threw a greeting card casually, and Ding Daquan quickly caught it. At first glance, he saw that it was Jia Sidao's.

"Do you know why I didn't see him, but only came to see you?" Wan Yankang asked.

Ding Daquan shook his head: "Please give me your advice."

Wanyankang sat up and looked at him: "Because you have nothing to rely on, but he is already your uncle."

Ding Daquan vaguely understood. He emphasized: "The younger one is a minister of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Wanyankang smiled: "I thought you were a smart person."

Ding Daquan did not dare to say that he was not smart. To say that he was not smart was to directly reject others. But Ding Daquan did not care to say that he was smart because he did not know what he was going to face.

After being silent for a long time, he said: "To be honest with you, the prince, although I am a deputy envoy, I am just a small county captain..."

"You don't need to tell me your resume... I know your resume better than you do..." After saying that, he looked at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo seemed to be reciting the text, "Ding Daquan, courtesy name Ziwan, was born in Zhenjiang in the Southern Song Dynasty. He had a strange appearance when he was born, his face was blue, and he was called Ding Qingpi, which made people shudder to see him. In the second year of Jiaxi, he became a Jinshi... Later...

He was transferred to Xiaoshan Lieutenant. This man was very good at flattering people and tried his best to curry favor with his servants Lu Yunsheng and Dong Songchen who were favored by Zhao Yun..."

Seeing Ding Daquan sweating profusely, Wan Yankang waved his hand to interrupt Yang Guo and asked Ding Daquan: "Do you want to go on? The information I have about you..." He gestured with appreciation: "It's so thick... from you

The situation of your parents, the two families of your parents, your interpersonal network, and all the other things when you married a wife and had children, including who gave you the earliest bribe money at what time and where, as mentioned at the time

All the words are clearly understood..."

Ding Daquan knelt down with a thud: "How can I, a young man, ask the prince to bother me so much?" These things cannot be found out in a day or two.

In fact, the Chaowen Pavilion has records of officials from the Southern Song Dynasty. After verification, these can be exchanged for points and silver. Where are these people in the world? If you just check, everything is silver, why don't they spend more by the way?

What's on my mind? Before going out, I asked my son to tell Chaowen Pavilion that I wanted Ding Daquan's information. No, the information was delivered to me as soon as I sat down in the teahouse. This is efficiency.

For the Southern Song Dynasty, my lord waited carefully for ten years, and these ten years were definitely not in vain.

After calming down Ding Daquan, Wanyan Kangcai said: "Why did Qiao Xingjian leave you and Jia Sidao to enter the palace alone, and why did Jia Sidao send a greeting card to this king? Do you understand these?"

Yes! Qiao Xingjian faced the Xin Song Dynasty official alone. Who knew what he had promised him, and how could he know what kind of thoughts he had behind his back.

And Jia Sidao, even though his sister was still a noble concubine, he condescended to him and took the initiative to ask for an audience with King Zhao. This shows that he may not have realized something.

He said again: "Please give me your advice, Your Majesty." This time he was much more sincere than last time.

When Wanyankang saw that he had behaved, he said: "I can't speak of advice, but you should know who I used to be..."

He was once the only son of the Sixth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin.

"Then who is this king now?" Wanyankang asked again.

Now you are the powerful King Zhao of the New Song Dynasty.

Wanyankang chuckled: "Then tell me, why did I, the prince of the Jin Dynasty, neglect the good things of the Jin Dynasty and rebel against the Jin Kingdom?"

Ding Daquan shook his head. Thinking about it at the time, he always felt that there was something wrong with King Zhao's mind.

Wanyankang asked: "Where is the Kingdom of Jin now?"

The Kingdom of Jin had been wiped out long ago, but the prince of the then royal family suddenly transformed into a more prominent prince in the new Song Dynasty.

Ding Daquan thought for a moment, and then he understood.

What he wanted to say was: I can even give up the crown prince's position, so why would you want to give up a small county lieutenant position? I saw that the Kingdom of Jin was showing signs of decline, so I found another way out. What about you?

?Do you think the Southern Song Dynasty can last forever?

Yes! This is a living example.

Wanyankang asked again: "Now do you know why Jia Sidaogui, as the uncle of the state, asked to see me?"

Got it! He is not as prominent as you were back then. You were still a member of the royal family back then, but he was just a relative. You can give it up, so what can’t he give up? If you give it up, it’s impossible to say that Jia Sidao will suddenly change his identity and become even more important than the uncle of the country.

prominent.

In the final analysis, what you are looking for is just a way out and a future.

Ding Daquan was also a courageous person, so he immediately knelt down and said, "My lord, you will be my little master from now on. You can do whatever you say."

Wan Yankang: "..." You are also the deputy envoy after all, so your attitude is too low.

But no matter what the person himself is, this person can still be used.

After the goal is achieved, he can go back home. Before leaving, he gave Ding Daquan a waist badge. From now on, he will only recognize the waist badge and no one else. If someone comes to him with the other half of the waist badge, he just needs to be obedient and do things.

"As for the future... If you take care of things well, the future will depend on you." Before leaving, he gave the other party such a promise and 20,000 taels of silver as funding.

Ding Daquan respectfully sent them off and stayed alone in the private room for a long time. He didn't leave until it was about to close.

At this time, the snow outside was already very heavy, and there were not many people on the street. It seemed impossible to go back to the city, so I simply found an open restaurant and found a girl who could see her.

After spending the night in a warm house, we set off back at dawn the next day.

On the way back from buying fried dough sticks unique to the North, I saw that Jia Sidao had already packed them up and was taking someone out. One look at the half-carriage of gifts showed that he was going to Prince Zhao's Mansion.

He greeted politely: "Mr. Jia, are you going out?" He was carrying the fried dough sticks wrapped in hemp paper and wanted to say a few more polite words. Unexpectedly, he passed by him and got directly into the carriage, as if even looking at it would be inconvenient.

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When the carriage was far away, Ding Daquan straightened up and the smile on his face faded little by little. At this time, he saw the embassy across a road from here. The door opened from the inside. There were several Mongolian embassy officials.

Khan came out yawning.

Hey! The envoy from Mongolia has arrived!

When did it happen? I didn’t see him when I went out last night.

He turned his face and saw the servant of Prime Minister Qiao's family sticking his head out to look here, so he put away the coldness on his face and put on a smile. The prime minister's disciple was a seventh-rank official, and he was a county lieutenant with seven consecutive titles.

The quality was not as good as it was. He took the initiative to hand over the fried dough sticks and said, "Take it and try it." Seeing that the boy was happy, he asked, "I didn't pay attention when I went out just now. When did the Mongolian envoy arrive?"

The handyman then said vaguely: "I guess you didn't know it since you were asleep. We got there last night. It was snowing heavily at that time."

oh!

"Do you know who is coming?" Ding Daquan asked again.
To be continued...