The legendary families of Qinghe County were extremely wealthy and powerful. They had stood for thousands of years in the long river of history. However, they were literate and did not have the face of a nouveau riche or the stench of money. They were truly respectable.
If Ning Que had heard about these powerful families a few years ago, he would have been extremely excited or yearning for the wealth and power of the families in Qinghe County. However, he did not even bother to raise his eyebrows when he heard about these because he really could not get excited.
Although he had not entered the realm where wealth was nothing to him, the word "wealth" was really no different from the floating clouds between the cliffs in the back of the mountain.
The back of the mountain of the Academy was an Unknown Place. Although it was said that the two worlds were connected and he wanted to represent the Academy to enter the human realm, in fact, he was getting further and further away from the secular world. No matter how great a family was, it was still great in the mortal world. How could it be qualified for people outside the mortal world to look down on it?
It was just that he did not know when this person outside the mortal world would become a sublime person outside the mortal world.
He did not need to care about the families in Qinghe County, but he had to care about the House of Red Sleeves. He looked at the golden Thin Lake outside the fence and fell into deep thought.
The House of Red Sleeves had a strong background and Mistress Jian was on good terms with the Empress. However, it was just a song and dance troupe and also a brothel business. Although the Tang Empire was open and people did not feel that it was lowly, it was not very glorious either. Then why did those girls dare to fight with the families in Qinghe County?
More importantly, the House of Red Sleeves had no reason to offend these powerful families in the south. According to the itinerary, even if they danced and danced at Old Master Cui's birthday banquet, they would not have a problem in time.
"This does not make sense." Ning Que said, "The House of Red Sleeves is just a song and dance troupe. Where did they get the courage?"
"You are right, sir."
The shopkeeper sighed and said, "Although Yangguan is not as good as Chang 'an and Qinghe County is just a part of the Tang Empire, we are not an ordinary countryside. Old Master Cui's birthday banquet is not a place that anyone can go to. They dared to make excuses when I asked them to dance. The ignorance and disrespect of these girls is really unbearable."
Ning Que smiled and waved his hand to signal the shopkeeper to leave. After a while, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He looked at Thin Lake outside the fence and said expressionlessly, "So they are deliberately making things difficult."
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The Nichang Song was a dance performed by the House of Red Sleeves during the enthronement ceremony of the new monarch of South Jin Kingdom more than thirty years ago. It was said that when the Nichang Song danced, no audience dared to blink, and no musicians dared to look at the dancers. When the dance reached its climax, it could even be seen that flowers were falling from the sky.
No matter how exaggerated the rumor was, Ning Que did not believe it. He had seen many dances in the House of Red Sleeves, but he had never seen Nichang. It was not that the girls in the House of Red Sleeves were keeping secrets from him, but that the dance required 36 dancers to dance at the same time, and the building did not have such a large space.
Over the years, the House of Red Sleeves had not performed the Nichang Song in other places except for a few times in Chang 'an. No one knew that the House of Red Sleeves could no longer perform the Nichang Song!
The Nichang Song had high requirements for the leading goddess. Lu Xue, the only one who was able to lead the dance in the past five years, had married into a good family. The new girl trained by Mistress Jian was not as good as Lu Xue. She could dance 90% of the charm of the Huxuan Dance, but she could not master the Nichang Song.
The House of Red Sleeves was still the House of Red Sleeves even though they could not dance the Nichang Song. They were invited to the Lanke Temple this time to perform a dance called the Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers. It was said to be equally beautiful. However, it was still a terrible thing that their most famous dance might be lost, so it became a secret.
The House of Red Sleeves had a close relationship with the Academy, and even more so with Ning Que. If he wanted to, he could even know each girl's menstrual cycle. For him, the House of Red Sleeves could not have any secrets. He knew that the House of Red Sleeves could not perform the Nichang Song, so he was sure that the aristocratic families in Qinghe County insisted that the House of Red Sleeves perform the Nichang Song because they knew about it.
But why would the aristocratic families in Qinghe County make things so difficult for the House of Red Sleeves?
Ning Que could not figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. He hurriedly finished his meal and left the inn with Sangsang. They returned to the post office and looked at the black signboard of the post office. He found the mark he needed and followed the mark on the street of Yangguan to an inconspicuous grocery store.
In the grocery store, the shopkeeper bowed slightly and said politely, "What can I do for you, sir?"
Ning Que said directly, "This is the secret guard's place, right?"
Hearing this, the shopkeeper's expression suddenly changed. He subconsciously wanted to take out a knife from his waist and stab the young man in front of him to death. But he felt that something was wrong, so he tentatively said, "Gale."
"Rainstorm? I don't remember. Who has the patience to remember so many of your secret codes? "
Ning Que said as he took out an waist token from his belt and threw it to the shopkeeper.
Before the battle with Xiahou, he had returned the waist tokens of the secret guard and the visiting professor of the Imperial Center Administration to His Majesty in the palace. His intention was naturally simple. He just didn't want His Majesty to be in a dilemma. However, to his surprise, His Majesty returned the two waist tokens a few days after he killed Xiahou.
And the waist token of the secret guard directly became the head of the secret guard.
Of course, this was an honorary title.
The shopkeeper took the waist tag and confirmed that it was one of his people. He couldn't help but feel angry. He thought to himself, "Which colleague trained this newbie? Why is he acting like an idiot? Barging into the shop and asking if it's a secret guard's spot? If everyone does this, then what's the point of the secret guard? Luckily I'm careful …"
Wait, this waist token was a little strange.
The shopkeeper looked at the obviously different patterns on the waist token and hurriedly flipped through the words on the back. His expression suddenly became strange, and he hurriedly welcomed Ning Que into the backyard.
After entering the backyard, he hurriedly knelt in front of Ning Que, raised the waist token with both hands, and said in a trembling voice, "Your humble servant pays his respects to the head of the Imperial Center. I have been secretly displeased before, and I hope Your Excellency can forgive me."
There had never been a rule of kneeling in the Tang officialdom, unless it was a very formal ceremony. When ministers entered the palace and met His Majesty, they just casually cupped their hands as a greeting. However, the secret guard was different after all, and the most important thing was that this secret guard was too frightened by the identity represented by the waist token.
The current head of the bodyguard was Xu Chongshan, a genuine official close to the Emperor. Although the shopkeeper was very sure that Ning Que was not Xu Chongshan, he knew that the waist token could not be faked. It meant that Ning Que was the superior of his superior's superior …
"Get up."
Ning Que looked at the shopkeeper with a slightly strange expression. He thought that since he was secretly displeased, why did he say it out. Could it be that all the secret guards of His Majesty were gentlemen who would not bully the secret room? Then how could he secretly …
He shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He said, "I came to ask about the matter between the Cui Family and the House of Red Sleeves."
The shopkeeper stood up with a respectful expression. He did not answer, but asked in accordance with the rules, "May I know Your Excellency's name?"
"Ning Que."
Hearing this name, the shopkeeper suddenly had the urge to kneel again. He used a lot of strength to stand up straight and said in a trembling voice, "The fourth steward of the Cui Family visited the House of Red Sleeves in the morning and left in anger."
It was a very simple answer without any speculation, but it explained a lot of problems. Ning Que nodded with appreciation and continued, "I don't understand why the Cui Family would make things difficult for the House of Red Sleeves. This is not in line with the image created by the families in Qinghe Prefecture, and it is also not in line with their style of doing things."
"If the House of Red Sleeves is just a singing and dancing troupe without any background, this kind of bullying is meaningless and will only damage their reputation. If they know the background of the House of Red Sleeves, why would they dare to do this? Not to mention the former Prime Minister and the centenarian grandfather, they are all bullsh * t in front of His Majesty. "
The shopkeeper said, "The Cui Family must know that the background of the House of Red Sleeves is the Empress … But the Qinghe Prefecture has been helping His Highness these years. In my opinion, are they trying to suppress the power of the Empress?"
Ning Que was slightly stunned and said, "They are indeed not ordinary aristocratic families. They actually dare to interfere in this kind of thing and even dare to choose a side in advance."
Then he looked at the shopkeeper and said with a smile, "You are really brave to speak frankly about the matters in the palace."
The shopkeeper understood the appreciation in Ning Que's eyes and finally felt relieved. He said respectfully, "Since Mr. Thirteen is asking, I naturally dare not hide anything."
Ning Que was slightly surprised and asked, "You know me?"
The shopkeeper said seriously, "Who hasn't heard of your name nowadays?"
"You don't have to try to please me. I am just an honorary supervisor, and I don't usually manage things." Ning Que said, "I just don't understand why the Cui Family would dare to do this. Don't they know the relationship between the House of Red Sleeves and me?"
The shopkeeper said, "Previously you asked why the aristocratic families in Qinghe Prefecture dared to provoke the Empress by making things difficult for the House of Red Sleeves. I am afraid that a large part of the reason is that they guessed that you are in the city."
Ning Que asked confusedly, "How does it have anything to do with me?"
The shopkeeper looked as if he had seen a god, "Sir … General Xiahou died in your hands."
Ning Que said, "So what?"
The shopkeeper repeated helplessly, "Because … General Xiahou, the Empress' greatest helper, was killed by you. You represent the Academy and support Her Highness, so Qinghe Prefecture naturally wants to express their position."
Upon hearing this, Ning Que thought for a long time. Then he shook his head and said, "The Headmaster said that I am writing my own story. I don't like this kind of boring plot, so I have to solve it as soon as possible. The most important question is, when did the families in Qinghe Prefecture start to do such boring things?"
He asked the shopkeeper to bring a brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a simple letter.
"Send this letter to Old Master Cui. I really want to know whether these aristocratic families want to use the Academy's power to help Lee Yu, or to do something else with Lee Yu's power."
"If they really have other ideas, I can't guarantee what I will think of them."
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