Chapter 280 Pretend Not to See
Mei Cheng'an said.
"Why don't you just make up a reason that makes it true?"
"Make one up?"
Fan Xian frowned.
Mei Chengan smiled.
"Don't get it wrong. This is not a courtroom where you are asked to give evidence. You are not required to provide a complete and convincing chain of evidence.
As for the evidence, nine true and one false, or a mixture of true and false, will be enough.
Since you want to use public opinion to punish the eldest princess, what you need to consider most is how to spread this news as quickly and widely as possible.
How can you achieve this? You can work on the method, like the method of distributing flyers over a large area as you said is a good idea.
Another point is to make the content of the flyer attract their attention to the greatest extent and make them interested.
Do you know what the general public is most interested in? "
Fan Xian thought about it, his eyes lit up and he blurted out.
"Gossip! Gossip about big shots!"
Mei Chengan smiled and snapped his fingers.
"That's right, just give him what he wants."
Fan Xian nodded excitedly.
"I see, I see. Now that you've said that, I have an idea. Wait a minute, I'll write a version and you can help me take a look."
As he said this, he took out paper and a wool pen and began to write quickly.
Mei Cheng'an didn't disturb him and continued to look at the map with his head down.
After a cup of tea, Fan Xian put down his pen and slapped the written content onto the map in front of Mei Chengan.
"It's done, take a look!"
Mei Cheng'an picked it up, took a look at it, and beckoned to Fan Xian.
"Give me the pen."
"what?"
Although Fan Xian was puzzled, he still handed him the pen.
Mei Cheng'an did not answer. He took the quill pen, took a look at it, turned the angle, and began to scribble on the paper.
Fan Xian leaned over the table and looked down curiously. His face turned red as he looked. His fellow villager actually pointed out many grammatical errors and typos, as well as problems with the order of some paragraphs.
After a moment, Mei Cheng'an put down the pen and handed the pen and paper back to him, and spoke at the same time.
"Re-copy these according to the marks I gave you."
Fan Xian took it awkwardly and explained.
"I didn't write it seriously just now. After all, I haven't written like this for more than ten years. I just wanted you to see if there is any problem with the general meaning."
"clear."
Mei Chengan smiled and looked down at the map.
Fan Xian sighed, lowered his head and began to revise and copy.
This time it was much faster than last time, after all, there was no thinking process involved.
Mei Cheng'an took it, took a look at it, and nodded.
"Okay, that's it."
Fan Xian felt relieved, but he also felt strange. He suddenly had the feeling of having his teacher correct his homework. It felt weird.
Mei Cheng'an naturally had no idea what Fan Xian was thinking. After putting the paper down, he stood up.
"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back."
Fan Xian stood up and asked after thinking for a while.
"I'm going to go to the printing house later and print this thing overnight. It's not convenient during the day. Do you want to come with me?"
Mei Cheng'an waved his hand and walked out over the bench.
"No, no, it's not good for your health to stay up all night. I'm leaving now."
"..."
……
On the way back, Mei Cheng'an was not in a hurry to travel as he did when he came. He jumped on the roof with his hands behind his back, feeling the night breeze and walking slowly and leisurely.
Although the coveted sniper rifle had no bullets, it did not actually have much impact on Mei Chengan's experience of using the sniper rifle.
It is enough that the gun is intact. It does not matter to him whether there are bullets or not. Even if there are bullets, he cannot fire the gun.
There was no conversation along the way. When Mei Cheng'an returned to the courtyard, he saw that all the maids had not yet rested and were waiting for him to go home. He felt warm in his heart.
After calming them down, Mei Cheng'an ordered them to go down and rest.
He was not sleepy yet, so he asked Hongshu to prepare some midnight snacks and burp wine, and he ate and drank leisurely in the yard under the moonlight.
Mei Cheng'an took the freshly grilled skewers of meat that Hongshu handed to him and slowly started to chew them, his thoughts starting to wander as he chewed.
When Fan Xian's flyers are distributed tomorrow, the eldest princess will be finished. Having been obsessed with power politics for many years, she probably never thought that she would be beaten to death by Fan Xian in this way.
Tsk tsk tsk, she is so aggressive and reckless. It's time to teach her a lesson so that she knows not to underestimate any opponent.
Speaking of which, should I go see her before she leaves Beijing? After all, we two had a one-night stand.
Although he usually buried that soul-stirring feeling deep in his heart, it was impossible for him to forget it. That touch of charm...
Cough cough cough cough~
If you want to go astray, pull yourself back.
"Master, are you okay?"
Seeing that he almost choked on the burping wine, Hongshu asked with concern.
"Cough cough~"
He turned his head and coughed twice, then put down his wine glass and said.
"It's okay, I just drank a little too much."
"Master, please drink slowly. My cake is not ready yet." Mei Cheng'an nodded with a smile.
"okay, I get it."
Mei Chengan put the two pieces of meat on the skewer in his hand into his mouth in one breath and decided not to do any more. He just wanted to eat and drink in peace.
Otherwise, it would be a shame to the skewers, the wine, the moonlight, and the sweet potatoes that I worked so hard to grow overtime.
After a hearty midnight snack, Mei Cheng'an took a comfortable bath with Hongshu's help, and went straight to bed to rest.
Silent all night.
Mei Chengan fell asleep in a slightly tipsy state and slept very soundly. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside.
I vaguely remember that the dream was extremely erotic, but when I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything. What a pity.
After getting up, I stood in front of the window, stretched, breathed in the fresh air, and then went out for morning exercise.
While he was practicing Tai Chi, Blue Bird and Green Ant came over to say goodbye to him. Mei Cheng'an just nodded and followed them.
Ever since the first day when they didn't feel comfortable having breakfast in the mansion and just followed Shadow away, they did the same thing in the following days.
Now not only the two of them have gotten used to it, but even Mei Chengan has gotten used to it. After all, they are just fleecing Shadow, so it's not a loss.
After breakfast, Xiao Hong came and brought him some things and told him the news from the Honglu Temple.
That's right, although it's not a day off, he still doesn't plan to go to work today. He didn't even plan to go before leaving for Northern Qi. He was exhausted after working full shifts for several days in a row. He needed a good rest. It was reasonable!
There was actually nothing important to report at the Honglu Temple. The only serious news was that the Northern Qi delegation had officially left Beijing yesterday afternoon.
As soon as I sent Xiao Hong away, my wife's reply letter arrived.
However, before Mei Cheng'an had the time to take a closer look, Mei Zhili called him to the study. Yes, they were still talking about poetry.
This time, Mei Cheng'an, who had been mentally prepared in advance, was much more patient than last time. And with the preparation from last time, Mei Zhili rarely asked those probing questions and just simply appreciated the poetry.
That's easy. Since his father likes it, Mei Cheng'an is naturally happy to accompany him, and the father and son began to taste it happily.
Oh, by the way, there is one thing worth mentioning, that is, the father and son no longer discuss with a pile of draft paper.
Instead, one person is holding a complete, proofread, and brand-new collection of the poems of the God of Poetry and is evaluating it. It is like a complete transformation.
This was sent by Versace before dinner yesterday. He sent five books in total. He gave one to each family member, kept one for himself, and sent the remaining one to his wife. It was just the right amount.
Here, the father and son are holding poetry collections and appreciating poems. The same is true for the readers on the street, some walking alone, some walking in groups, almost everyone is holding a poetry collection, reading, praising, and appreciating poems, having a great time.
"The country is ruined, but the mountains and rivers remain, and the city is in spring... Hey, you are also reading this collection of poems."
"Yes, yes, you are reading it too. It is a really good book."
"Great book! Which one do you like best?"
“I like every one of them, how about you?”
"Hahaha, me too. See you then."
"Goodbye."
"In the spring, the grass and trees in the city are thick, the flowers shed tears, and the birds are frightened by the parting..."
"..."
Such conversations take place almost everywhere in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and the content is similar.
No matter whether it is the streets or the alleys, there is a strong atmosphere of reading everywhere. In the past, the only thing that could be compared to this grand scene was probably the Spring Examination.
After seeing off the Northern Qi delegation, Xin Qiwu took a rest today. He walked on the street with his friends in casual clothes, and naturally talked about the collection of poems in his friend's hand.
"You are truly worthy of being called the God of Poetry. Once this collection of poems is published, who in the world will dare to write poetry?"
My friend flipped through the collection of poems and was amazed.
Xin Qiwu laughed out loud.
"That's not."
The friend sighed again.
"Oh my, the god of poetry has come down to earth. It is such a blessing for our country!"
Xin Qiwu cried out in pain.
"To be honest with you, the poet Mei Cheng'an is my colleague, and I have also worked with the poet god Fan Xian.
As for these two people, I'm not exaggerating, not to mention their conversation, just looking at their temperaments, there is a kind of fairy air in them!
Especially the latter, who seemed to be glowing in a trance, so dazzling that I dared not look directly at him! I could tell at a glance that he was definitely not an ordinary person!"
The friend was very surprised.
"Is this true? Little Mei Poet Fairy is fine, but is Little Fan Poet God really so exaggerated?"
Xin Qiwu uttered a "hey".
"Don't think I'm exaggerating, this is really the truth! At that time I felt that he was outstanding and extraordinary, and now what's going on, it's come true, hahahaha!"
A friend made a timely compliment.
"Brother Xin is really good at judging people!"
"Eh~ It should be the wisdom eye that recognizes the spirit."
As they spoke, they both laughed out loud towards the sky.
Before they could laugh for long, their laughter stopped almost at the same time.
The expressions on their faces changed from smiling to confusion at first, and then to astonishment, because they saw a wonder in the sky.
It was the middle of summer, but it was snowing in broad daylight. The snowflakes were incredibly big. When I looked closely, I realized they were actually pieces of paper!
The falling papers almost covered the entire sky!
The entire street, oh no, it should be said that the people of the entire Kyoto were stunned by the wonders in the sky.
The papers were floating in the air and would eventually fall to the ground. Xin Qiwu and someone else each grabbed a piece and looked down at it.
Upon seeing this, their eyes widened.
His friend looked up at him in astonishment.
"Who wrote this?"
Xin Qiwu looked solemn.
"I don't know, don't make trouble, just pretend you didn't see it!"
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(End of this chapter)
