Chapter 41: Let's increase the intensity of this uncle who has no vision!
Niulan Street, also known as Baimenpu.
There are some residential houses around, but not many; most of them are shops that fell into disuse many years ago.
There are still some people here during the day, but at night, it is rare to see real people.
After instructing the archer team to patrol the street to the south and north, Ye Zheng and Fan Xian took a stroll.
"Sister Wan'er? Lin Wan'er?" After hearing Ye Zheng's words, Fan Xian reacted immediately.
"Ah."
"Okay, let's meet." After hesitating for a while, Fan Xian said.
"What will you do tomorrow?" he asked again.
Ye Zheng looked at him for a while and said with a smile, "I thought Brother Shi was a wise man."
"You still want...you..." There was some expectation in Fan Xian's eyes, thinking that Ye Zheng was going to admit it.
But Ye Zheng said, "Brother Shi, are you pretending to be confused? Tomorrow's poetry gathering is obviously prepared for you, brother Shi."
Bai was excited.
That’s what I meant!
Fan Xian nodded in approval. "I've inquired. Guo Baokun is a disciple of the Crown Prince, and Prince Jing is a disciple of the Second Prince. They are teaming up to embarrass me and are trying every means to prevent me from taking over the inner treasury."
"So...what do you think?"
Ye Zheng threw the question back to him.
Bad taste!
Fan Xian looked at him speechlessly, then his gaze gradually became firm. He said in a deep voice, "If I take over the inner treasury, I will have to marry Lin Wan'er. I have someone else in my heart, so it is not easy for me to take over the inner treasury. I am afraid that this will be what they want."
"But they can't expect to have both face and substance. If they keep the substance, they'll lose face."
Ye Zheng agreed with this and smiled, "Okay, let's see your performance."
"You are pretending to be confused. Do you think you can stay out of it? Don't they want me, their eldest brother-in-law, and you, their brother-in-law, to confront each other? Won't they continue to instigate you tomorrow?" Fan Xian also laughed.
"You're right... What do you want me to do?"
"What do you mean I want to... Of course I'll fuck him!"
"Vulgar, well, stab him!"
……
next day
Ye Zheng took leave again.
Yesterday at the Military Affairs Office, Pan Qi readily gave him leave, but when he left...
"Ye Zheng, when you are promoted to the commander of the military department, you can tell me and I will submit my resignation, okay?"
Pan Qi, who is only thirty years old, looks more than ten years older than the last time they met, due to his haggard appearance.
As for why Pan Qi said this?
It was because Lao Li, the deputy commander of the West City Military Division, was also taken away by the Inspection Institute.
Can Pan Qin not panic?
He saw the knife coming straight towards him!
Ye Zheng almost blushed. Although he lacked confidence, he still argued, "Sir, why did you believe those rumors? Those people were arrested by the Kyoto Prefecture and the Inspection Bureau because they were corrupt and perverted the law. You are different. You..."
"Okay, okay, stop talking and go."
Ye Zheng has been thinking until now, what is Lao Deng's purpose in using himself as a knife?
Lao Deng is not a reformer who is determined to wipe out the deep-rooted problems.
Lao Deng's imperial mentality was such that he knew clearly that the Governor's Office of River Transport was rotten from the inside out, but since it had connections with half of the officials in Daqing, he did not clean it up and allowed it to continue to be corrupt.
It is clear that a pioneer named Ye left many new policies for Lao Deng, but what about him?
Change the year number and the name.
The postal system costs one tael of silver for each letter. How can it be considered as serving the people’s livelihood?
...
Too many to list!
What?
Expect him to be the tailor?
Then Lao Deng, you have to exchange your most important thing.
The carriage gradually stopped in front of the side door of Fan Mansion.
Unless there is a major event, the front door will not be opened easily.
"Where's Sizhe?"
Seeing that only the young lady and Fan Xian were waiting, Ye Zheng looked inside.
The young lady glared at him with her beautiful eyes and asked angrily, "Why did you encourage him to collect courtesans?"
"Uncle knows?" Ye Zheng asked anxiously.
Fan Xian was in high spirits.
The young lady frowned and glared at him.
"Sizhe is really serious about business." Ye Zheng sighed.
There is no need to ask more questions, my brother-in-law definitely did not explain the business with him.
"You won't be kneeling in the ancestral temple, will you? My uncle is going to the government office today. I will come later and have a good talk with him." Ye Zheng said with a serious look.
Fan Xian was reluctant to expose his thoughts.
"You mean you want these official prostitutes?" The young lady grasped the key point and locked her beautiful eyes on his face.
Any sign of unusual expression will not be missed.
Ye Zheng nodded calmly, "That's true, but I'm definitely not doing this for pleasure. Sizhe and I have a business, and we need some female musicians with good singing voices."
Fan Xian, who was standing aside, seemed to be thinking about something when he heard this.
"The Ministry of Revenue has some wine warehouses that sell wine, and they all use official prostitutes. Sizhe asked a question, and then..."
Without any further words, Ye Zheng had already understood what the young lady meant.
"It's my fault. After I finish my meal later, I will explain to Uncle Shi what we are having for dinner tonight."
Meeting Ye Zheng's gaze, the young lady finally came to her senses, her cheeks flushed slightly, "When the poetry meeting comes home, if you want to eat something, I'll go tell the kitchen."
"Okay, refuse to eat dog food!"
Fan Xian, with a somewhat gloomy face, interrupted the two of them. After getting on the carriage, he muttered to himself: Wait, wait until I find the chicken leg girl!
The young lady blinked her big eyes and looked at Ye Zheng in confusion, "Zhuangzhuang, what do you mean by eating dog food?"
"Nothing, just eating dog food."
"Brother, why are you still eating dog food?"
……
Prince Jing's Mansion
"Brother Guo Shi."
"Third Young Master, I knew you would come!"
"Uh... Brother Guo Shi, do you hold a grudge against me?"
"How could this be? This is Mr. Fan Xian?"
After a few pleasantries, Guo Baokun went straight to his destination.
I thought the task assigned by the crown prince had been messed up, but things took a turn for the better. Prince Jing sent someone to deliver an invitation. The servant who delivered the invitation said that Fan Xian would definitely come. He made great preparations and invited He Zongwei, a well-known talent in Kyoto, to help him, hoping to tarnish Fan Xian's reputation today! Perhaps because of Ye Zheng's presence, Guo Baokun did not jump up and mock him, but secretly squeezed him in his words.
It's me who restricted your performance, Kun'er.
Ye Zheng sighed lightly and entered the hall with Bao Kun and others.
"I can't see clearly through the curtain." Fan Xian muttered as he sat down.
He stood up, sat down again, and asked Ye Zheng who was standing beside him, "Will it be embarrassing if I go to the girl's place?"
Ye Zheng smiled and said, "You can embarrass yourself."
"okay."
He stood up and looked around the girl, but returned disappointed.
"Can we just go?"
As soon as he sat down, he said to Ye Zheng.
"It's all your fault. It wasn't me who was so angry yesterday." Ye Zheng said indifferently.
Then came the double jeers from Guo Baokun and He Zongwei.
After Li Hongcheng arrived, Guo Baokun suggested composing a poem in ten steps and reciting it aloud.
Then he immediately composed a poem with incorrect tones and a lot of flowery words. Everyone carried his sedan chair for him, praising him as "a good poem", and asked Fan Xian, who was in a bad mood, to point out the shortcomings.
How can the servants sit still when their master is being humiliated?
He Zongwei was indeed thoughtful in writing this poem, but unfortunately he encountered a plagiarist who was blessed with thousands of years of cultural heritage.
Fan Xian still wrote the best seven-character poem with his ugly handwriting, shocking everyone. Just as he said, who would dare to write seven-character regulated verse again?
"Third brother, what do you think?" Guo Baokun said to Ye Zheng while holding the paper.
"How to watch? Sit down and watch." Ye Zheng said with a smile.
"Third Young Master, every time I read the half of your poem 'Song of Six States. Young Man's Chivalry', I feel my blood boiling and my spirits soaring. I wonder if you can come up with a good work today?" He Zongwei also came to assist.
"Don't worry about the masterpiece. In your condition, you'd better go find a doctor." Ye Zheng stood up, glanced at Fan Xian who was looking for a toilet, stood up, sat in front of the horizontal table, glanced around, and said, "This is not a recent work of mine. Last night, I heard my second sister suddenly talk about the beauty of the moonlight. I looked up and saw the bright full moon. My thoughts went back to a few years ago when my mother took my second sister and me to the south of the Yangtze River. That night, fireworks were like stars and rain, luxury cars and BMWs, jade pots and golden lights, and that night was also this full moon."
Having said that, he started writing.
"The spring river tide reaches the sea level
...
I don't know how many people will return with the moon
The falling moon sways the emotions of the trees along the river. "
After Li Hongcheng finished speaking, there was silence in the hall for a long time.
The beauty of rhyme is staggered and well-arranged; the beauty of artistic conception is elegant and quiet.
Fascinating and thought-provoking.
Some people close their eyes and imagine that moonlit night.
Some people lowered their heads, frowned, and thought hard.
There were also talented ladies who put their hands together and pressed them in front of their chests, unable to help but stare at the beautiful young man who slowly stood up.
"Good good!"
Li Hongcheng shook his head repeatedly and sighed in admiration. Although his skills in calligraphy, painting and poetry were just a disguise, he did have some real talent. Ye Zheng's seven-character poem was almost as good as Fan Xian's, and it was hard to tell which was better!
"Have you written it? Let me see." Fan Xian's voice rang out. He pushed aside the crowd and glanced at the horizontal table, calling you kid in his heart.
I wrote the best seven-character poem of all time.
You're going to go straight to 'A Single Poem Overwhelms the Entire Tang Dynasty', right?
The poem among poems, the peak among peaks!
"Master Fan, Third Brother, with the two of you in Daqing's literary world, it will surely surpass Northern Qi!"
"It's so clear!"
"Amazing, well worth the trip!"
“Who should be number one?”
"That's not for you and me to judge!"
"... "
Everyone exclaimed in admiration.
Guo Baokun and He Zongwei looked at each other. If they left, they would be rude. If they didn't leave, they would feel embarrassed.
Bao Kun was fine, as for He Zongwei and Ye Zheng, they had no intention of wasting words with this man, so they took the young lady and, together with Fan Xian, said goodbye to Li Hongcheng and left first.
"Brother, Third brother, from today onwards, I'm afraid you two will be the leaders of the talented men in Kyoto." When she mentioned brother, the young lady's beautiful eyes were all fixed on Ye Zheng's face.
Fan Xian was almost frightened to death, and waved his hand, "That's not necessary."
"It would be fine if Brother Shi was the leader."
After Ye Zheng finished speaking, Fan Xian glared at him.
"Leave with excitement and return with disappointment. Brother Shi, when you meet Sister Wan'er later, don't look so long-faced." Ye Zheng said with a smile.
Fan Xian really wasn't in the mood, so he just crossed his arms over his chest, leaned against the carriage board, and closed his eyes to rest.
Ye Zheng and his sister's whispers rang in his ears, and in a trance, he returned to the Tianqing Temple...
"Brother Shi, Brother Shi! Why are you still sleeping?"
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Zheng interrupted his sweet dream.
Fan Xian stared at him in annoyance.
Ye Zheng was happy.
You'd better maintain the same attitude towards me when you meet Lin Wan'er later. If you change, you're a traitor!
When he left Prince Jing's Mansion, he sent a servant to the royal villa and changed the time several times, which could be considered a test for this guy and Lin Wan'er.
This time it was not Yishiju, but a secluded tavern in West City. Ye Zheng asked for two adjacent private rooms.
"Ruoruo and I will wait here with you first. Remember to apologize to Sister Wan'er later. Sister Wan'er has compromised twice to see you. She is in poor health. Even if you really don't want to marry her, please speak softly and explain clearly." Ye Zheng reminded.
"Not feeling well? In what way?" Fan Xian became interested.
Mr. Fei not only taught him how to use poison, but also taught him a lot of medical knowledge, and he also figured out some of it on his own.
"The last time I saw Sister Wan'er, I was ten years old and had a baby. I can't say how she is doing now."
After that, Ye Zheng looked at the young lady, smiled, and said, "What do you want to eat?"
"and many more!"
Fan Xian stopped the two of them in time and told them to wait together. It would be better for him to wait alone than to show off his affection.
"Do you think my brother is just a decoration?" He glared at Ye Zheng, pointed at the chair opposite Ye Zheng, and said to Fan Ruoruo who was sitting next to Ye Zheng, "Go sit over there."
"Oh." The young lady moved over reluctantly.
There was a hint of sneer on Ye Zheng's lips.
Row!
You two will meet soon, and you have to teach this short-sighted uncle a lesson!
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