The southeast is beautiful, with the three Wushu metropolis and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

The willow trees like smoke, painted bridges, windproof curtains, emerald green curtains, and lofts are high and low. There are hundreds of thousands of people in Hangzhou, and they are swept by shoulder to shoulder. The sweat of summer seems to be soaked in the floor tiles.

The natural trenches stretch endlessly in the Qiantang River. There are countless leisurely children walking together or enjoying the scenery leisurely. Under the towering trees, countless women and young men were lying out for a walk. The West Lake in early spring became more lively and exuded a different smell.

Since not withstanding the war, Hangzhou is still the most prosperous city in the entire south. Yangyiyi and Er in the Kaiyuan period have been broken by Bianliang and Hangzhou.

Most tourists wear silk or silk cloth, ordinary people in short clothes and brown clothes join in the fun, take a break from their busy schedule, and play with their families, which is a prosperous age.

"Dadadada—"

On the famous white dike, willows are planted on the shore, children play with water, adults are careful to take care of the dense people, crowded with people, smiling.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from the white dike, and the crowd scattered and could not hide. A large number of children and the people were forced to go into the water and turned into chickens.

Many children were frightened and cried loudly, while the elderly even lay on the ground, wailing uncontrollably.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The several people who came riding horses were all handsome Khitan horses, four or five feet tall, and they were extremely scary when they ran.

"This Northern Horse is indeed amazing. I have never seen this group of mud legs before!"

The young man in brocade was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face, but without any mercy. When he saw hundreds of people crying like this, he not only didn't care, but he laughed happily.

"Yuan Zheng, forget it, what's the point of seeing this West Lake? Let's go to Qiantang River. The river breeze is comfortable!"

The young men on the side were also bustling and said indifferently that they would not even look at the people who fell into the water.

"Let's go—" The young man named Yuan Zheng also manipulated his horse and began to run on his horse, intimidating many people.

The dust was flying along the way and the people were panicked. It was a turmoil. The bustling Hangzhou City also added a lot of haze because of this.

Next to West Lake, in a restaurant and in a private room on the top floor, an old man with white beard frowned when he saw this scene and said, "Which family is this? So presumptuous."

"The Lord of the House is the Qian family branch!"

The civil ministers beside him couldn't help but whisper when he heard this.

"The legitimate branch went to Luoyang, and there were no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys dominated the king!"

Yuan Dezhao snorted coldly and said angrily: "Go, as the governor of Hangzhou, you will beat all these young men who are unrighteous and teach me a lesson!"

"It's simply embarrassing Qian!"

"Yes!" Bao Xiurang nodded when he heard this, and quickly responded.

"Fujun, are you really going to Luoyang?"

"I have to go!"

When Yuan Dezhao heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and sighed: "I have been taking over the King of Changshan (Qian Hongchu) for several years and protected the Qian family in Zhejiang for several years. It has reached its limit."

"Luoyang will not let me continue to do it!"

Speaking of this, Yuan Dezhao continued: "I am not in Hangzhou, the Qian family, you should take care of it. For those who are domineering and have no rules, let them go, just don't involve King Changshan."

"No, the official knows!" Bao Xiu nodded, hesitated for a while before saying:

"The news from Luoyang is that Mr. Wei is seriously ill. Now that he calls you, I'm afraid Xuan Ma has bowed!"

"It's early!"

Yuan Dezhao smiled and shook his head and said, "There are some locations in the canteen. Everyone wants to get involved. Everything depends on the thoughts of the saints in the palace."

"I, an old man, have long since been looking forward to so much. I'm afraid it's good to go to Luoyang to retire."

Upon hearing this, Bao Xiurang's eyes dimmed a lot, which made Yuan Dezhao laugh: "You kid, you are only forty years old, why do you want to do so much?"

"When the governor of Hangzhou is going to be a magistrate and a transferee, which one do you want to go?"

This sentence surprised Bao Xiu and his expression could not be concealed.

"If I go to Luoyang, I will be a Beijing official. I will be a minister of the court on the Pingshi, and I will be a minister of the Shangshu or the Nine Ministers. If I don't mention anything else, I can still get you promoted."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!" Bao Xiurang was overjoyed. It turned out that there were people in the court who were easy to be an official, and this surprise really surprised him.

"The officials have no calculations about taxes, but they have a little confidence in the magistrate."

"Tongjong--"

Yuan Dezhao nodded and said, "Although the matter of supervision and judicial affairs is inconspicuous, it is not small in power, which is better than transferring fortunes, so as not to make you unable to help but reach out and break your future!"

Although he is nominally a subordinate of the prefect, he uses small control over the prefect and has the power to supervise the prefect. Needless to say, he handles all kinds of litigation cases, and can be said to be a people-friendly official.

Of course, when the magistrate arrived at the office, he mostly reviewed cases and was more inclined to the supervision.

For a moment, the two looked at each other speechlessly and admired the beautiful scenery of West Lake. Yuan Dezhao's eyes were full of nostalgia.

And on another floor, a gentle and easy-going middle-aged man, seeing such a domineering scene, couldn't help but say angrily: "Under his Yuan Dezhao's rule, is this kind of unruly man, allowing the arrogant yamen to run rampant?"

"Do not bother, the doctor, Qian is in Zhejiang Prefecture, Panku for decades, and the tree is deep and deep. Yuan Dezhao is over 80 years old, and he is still confused and extremely nostalgic, which makes it almost difficult for the entire Qian Prefecture to check and balance in Zhejiang Prefecture!"

Zhejiang Tongzhe was fanning the flames, his tone was very resentful, obviously he had been worried for a long time.

"The Qian family's direct descendants went to the remaining branches outside Luoyang City, and they were so rampant?"

Xiao Shanwen frowned, quite puzzled.

As the second-tier figure in the first year of Shenwu, Xiao Shanwen can be said to have made rapid progress. In ten years, he had already reached the position of prefect, which made the magistrate on the side envious.

"The doctor didn't know anything about it, and it was because it was a branch and had nothing to do with the King of Changshan and had the name Qian, so he was quite rampant in Zhejiang Prefecture and almost no one controlled it."

The judge bent over and hurriedly said, "Today, Qian is already a disaster in Zhejiang Prefecture."

Xiao Shanwen is still a doctor in the Ministry of Personnel. The imperial edict has not been issued, but he has scouted the points in advance and explored them a few times.

"How many people are there in the Qian family's side branch in Zhejiang Prefecture?"

Xiao Shanwen asked.

"Qi Biography, the Qian family has been in power for seventy years, and has been in more than five generations. The other branches have been divided into more than five thousand people."
Chapter completed!