Chapter 198 Take a Gamble
Life is alive, eating and drinking are two words.
But for the wealthy and powerful who have been living a life of luxury since childhood, eating and drinking cannot cheer them up.
If eating and drinking are not a big deal, then what's left is whoring and gambling.
Gambling will ruin the family. This is the ancestral teaching of many families.
You can go to prostitutes, eat, drink and have fun, but you are not allowed to gamble, otherwise you will break your legs.
Then go for whoring!
There are many powerful people in the capital. The battle for the top girl in Baiyun Tower twenty years ago is still fresh in the memory of many old playboys. Now that the battle has been restarted, who is willing to give in?
Zhu Xizhong is a representative of the old-line powerful and also a representative of the powerful and noble line of Chengzu.
However, present today are many of the remaining dignitaries from the line of Emperor Taizu and even Emperor Jianwen.
When these people saw Zhu Xizhong being squeezed out by Peng Li, they couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
"Mr. Peng is a great talent, some people may be afraid of him."
"As the saying goes, poetry is passed down through the ages, and wealth is passed down through three generations. The Peng family is bound to be rich and prosperous for generations."
"Is Duke Chengguo pregnant?"
"If not, we will go ahead!"
Zhu Xizhong saw that he had nowhere to retreat, but he suddenly laughed.
“Who wants poetry?”
Someone asked on Zhu Xizhong's left, and the voice sounded quite clear.
"Me!" Peng Li wondered whose boy that was?
"Poetry!" The young man scratched his head on the side of the wooden pillar. Because it was hidden by the wooden pillar, everyone could only see his hands. Peng Li sneered, "Today, all the wise men are gathered here. Don't make a fool of yourself by filling in the gaps."
The boy slapped his thigh and said, "Got it."
"Do you think you are Cao Zhi?" Peng Li mocked, "Cao Zhi took seven steps, and you haven't even taken five steps yet?"
The young man grabbed a handful of melon seeds and threw them down, "Damn it, I can't eat any more. It's making me irritated."
Peng Li laughed and said, "I'll give you another fifty breaths!"
"No need."
The boy cleared his throat, "What's the topic?"
Can I still do it according to the topic?
Peng Li's face changed slightly. Both of his poems were inappropriate for today's environment. If he were to make a topic, he would be exposed.
"Just do whatever topic you want."
"Young man, don't delay."
Everyone was arguing, and the madam looked at Ning Yu and said, "Daughter, this is a problem."
Ning Yu said softly: "Today I am getting married, and I am saying goodbye to the past. I have heard that the world is like the officialdom, and separation breaks one's heart. Women are like flowers, and when the flowers fall, the love ends... Let's use this as the title!"
Peng Li stood there in a daze.
"Mr. Peng, is it done?" someone asked, and then someone covered his mouth. "He's a idiot. If you ask again, you'll be slapped in the face."
Peng Li coughed dryly and said, "I'm older, so I'll let you go first."
"Shameless old dog!" Zhu Xizhong sneered.
Ning Yu was not far away. Seeing the young man frowning, he thought he couldn't find any inspiration and thought to himself, you asked for it.
However, the young man was very handsome and stood out among the old playboys.
Ning Yu was about to step back when he heard the young man sigh, "How many steps should we take?"
Just when Ning Yu was puzzled by this, the young man sighed and said, "Forget it, Cao Zhi is a senior, so I will wait for about eight steps!"
This young man is so shameless... Ning Yu sneered in his heart, but saw the young man stretched out his hand on the table and used his index and middle fingers to simulate walking.
"One, two... seven, eight!"
and then?
Ning Yu looked at him with amusement, thinking he was a naughty boy.
The boy cleared his throat and the hall fell silent.
Only Peng Li stood there, looking at this side with a sneer.
The attendants around him were scholars, who were racking their brains to write poems for him. Occasionally they looked up and complained, "This topic is too big, it's about parting in the officialdom, and it's about the withering of flowers... How can I do it?"
"I just want him to be unable to do it." Peng Li couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he heard this. He thought it would be best if no one could do it. This way, not only would he not be embarrassed, but he could also laugh at that old dog Zhu Xizhong.
"The sun sets as my sorrow grows heavy. My whip points eastwards to the horizon."
The young man's clear voice echoed in the lobby.
Peng Li was startled and glanced at his followers.
The follower slowly raised his head, "Master, this is not good!"
Peng Liqiang smiled, "Maybe only two sentences."
Ning Yu looked at the young man in surprise, thinking that if the last two sentences could be like this, it would be a famous piece of writing.
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle."
After the boy finished reciting, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and sighed, "Eating melon seeds is really addictive!"
Although Peng Li's ability to identify was limited, he still heard clues from these two sentences.
Zhu Xizhong laughed, "Old dog, this is a famous article, do you have it?"
Peng Li glanced at his attendant, who was sweating profusely, "Master, this... this is a famous piece, invincible, invincible..."
Peng Li was furious, "What's the point of keeping you, you bastard?"
The attendant said: "This is a great talent. How could such a person be unknown in the capital?"
Zhu Xizhong turned the tables and refused to show mercy. "Old dog, do you want me to give you an incense stick of time? Is half a day enough? If you dare, then place a bet. I'll bet 10,000 strings of cash on you to lose. Do you dare?"
Peng Li rolled his eyes, "Duke Cheng, who did you invite to help you? Could it be the scholar who will take the imperial examination next year? Going to the capital to take the imperial examination is a good thing, and taking the imperial examination is for the country and the people...but this person came to the brothel first, let me see who it is."
These words are vicious. If the person who wrote the poem was really a scholar, his reputation would be completely ruined.
Zhu Xizhong leaned back.
He revealed the young man next to him who was eating melon seeds with a sad face.
Ning Yu found that the lobby had become quiet again.
Who is this young man?
It actually silenced these powerful people?
"Long Wilbur!"
someone exclaimed.
"It's you?" Peng Li was stunned for a moment, then turned and left.
He could still question and make things difficult for others, but with Jiang Qingzhi's two poems as precious as his, how could Peng Li dare to speak?
"It's Jiang Qingzhi!"
"I was wondering how it was possible that a young man who could produce such a famous work was actually Zhu Xizhong's follower."
"Good fellow, this moment is a good poem, talent is really flowing!" The madam did not expect that the young man was actually the emperor's close minister. Ning Yu was getting married today, although she won by talent, but if the other party was an ugly man, or of ordinary status, wouldn't it be a waste of the arrangement of Baiyun Tower today?
Jiang Qingzhi!
Exactly!
The madam stepped forward and said, "Greetings to Long Wilbur. Please move to the second floor, Long Wilbur."
Zhu Xizhong said enviously: "Qingzhi, just go."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded.
Dou Jialan came in, glanced at Ning Yu, walked to Jiang Qingzhi, and whispered in his ear, "My Lord, the Jinyiwei are keeping an eye on Wu Hua, the Minister of War."
"He's trying to get the upper hand." Jiang Qingzhi sneered, "Lu Bing can't hold back anymore, that's good news."
"Then let's..." Ning Yu turned around and waited in front. Her fairy-like aura made Dou Jialan take a few more glances at her, but with a look of vigilance.
"Go back and tell Xu Wei, Lan Shou!"
"Lan Shou?" Dou Jialan was startled. "This man has a reputation as a gentleman..."
Lan Shou had been an official for many years and had an excellent reputation, being known as a gentleman as pure as jade.
"Go back and ask Shitou what a gentleman is." Jiang Qingzhi smiled and went upstairs.
Dou Jialan returned home, "Where is Shitou?"
The servant said, "I'm giving the butler acupuncture!"
"He doesn't know how to do acupuncture, don't make anything happen."
Sun Chonglou was really doing acupuncture.
"Yes, a little higher, just stay here."
Fucheng's upper body was naked, and Sun Chonglou was holding a moxa stick and performing moxibustion on his slightly bent back.
"Comfortable." Fucheng narrowed his eyes.
"Master, I've told you to stop making trouble now that you're old. Don't hang around at night when you have nothing to do. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." Sun Chonglou complained.
"You know shit." Fu Cheng said unhappily, "Do you think I'm like you, sleeping till dawn without being woken up by anyone? When you get older, you'll know that you have to wake up at that time without anyone waking you up."
"Then continue sleeping!"
"can not fall asleep."
Fu Cheng suddenly frowned, "Who?"
Dou Jialan's voice came from outside, "It's me."
"What's the matter?" Fucheng waved his hand and put on his clothes.
Dou Jialan waited for a while before coming in, "I have something to ask Shitou."
"What?" Sun Chonglou asked.
"Before, Master Bo talked about what a gentleman is... and said that you know."
"Oh!" Sun Chonglou said, "On the way back to Beijing, the young master once said that people always flaunt what they lack."
"Then the gentleman is not..."
……
"Who claims to be a gentleman when he is fine? That person must be a hypocrite."
Xu Wei said disdainfully: "Master, you are right. Everyone has greed, but Lan Shou is extremely restrained. His reputation as a clean-handed person is admirable."
Hu Zongxian said: "I heard that the family is quite frugal."
"frugal?"
"That's right." Hu Zongxian said, "Sun Bu Tong went to check and said that the only thing missing was the four walls of the house."
"Tsk!" Xu Wei covered his forehead, "Then... it's Wu Hua!"
Hu Zongxian said, "My Lord means to investigate Lanshou. Besides, the Jinyiwei are now keeping an eye on Wu Hua. They have the upper hand, so it's difficult for us to take action."
"We can find opportunities to take action against Wu Hua's subordinates." Xu Wei's eyes were bright. "If Wu Hua is really the big rat behind the scenes, there must be subordinates who accept money on his behalf. Investigate them."
"That's one way." Hu Zongxian nodded. "But we still have to follow the orders of the uncle."
"Alright."
Sun Bu Tong came and said, "The people from the Jinyiwei went to Wu Hua's house."
"Lu Bing is about to take action." Hu Zongxian said, "We have to... forget it, it's too late."
Xu Wei said, "We should make a decision when necessary. There is no need to fight with the Jinyiwei at this moment. If we make a fuss, we will lose the people of Lord Bo."
"Lanshou?" Hu Zongxian asked.
"Yes, let's take Lan Shou as the target and take a gamble!" Xu Wei stood up suddenly, "Let's do it now, or else something unexpected will happen!"
……
"Where is Jiang Qingzhi?"
Outside Wu Hua's house, Lu Bing asked.
"Jiang Qingzhi is still in Baiyun Tower. He wrote a poem before and won the favor of the top prostitute. Now he is probably in the arms of a beautiful woman." Zhu Hao knew how precious the top prostitute in Baiyun Tower was and couldn't help but envy her.
"Then go wake him up from his sweet dream." Lu Bing pointed at the Wu family's front door, "Knock on the door."
The door opens.
"Jinyiwei is investigating the case!"
Amid exclamations, the Jinyiwei rushed in.
……
The sound of the flute is gentle and melodious...
The flute player looked at the young man who was dozing off on the desk with his chin supported by one hand.
Knock knock knock!
The knock on the door woke Jiang Qingzhi up. He opened his eyes and glanced at Ning Yu, "Who?"
"Uncle, it's me."
"Come in."
Dou Jialan came in and was surprised to see that Jiang Qingzhi and Ning Yu were still wearing their clothes.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Dou Jialan leaned forward and whispered, "The Jinyiwei went to Wu Hua's house. Mr. Xu and Mr. Hu didn't have time to ask the uncle for permission, so they followed the uncle's instructions and went to the Lan family."
This is a gamble.
Jiang Qingzhi tapped the table with his fingers and felt refreshed.
"Let's go and meet the commander!"
……
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