"How can such a thing be done hastily? We have to contact each other through various relationships. Besides, I have some things that I don't like to say." Peng Jinrong looked directly at Liu Ziguang and said.
"You've been acting a little too wildly lately, causing trouble in Gone with the Wind, ransacking the court officials, participating in palace coups, and now you robbed the palace at night. Yes, I know your kung fu is amazing, but have you ever thought about the fact that you are still behind you?
There are five hundred brothers and one hundred thousand people from the iron factory. You are now the deputy general of the iron factory, and every move is closely related to the iron factory. The complex situation in the capital is not as simple as you imagined, and the East Factory and Jinyiwei are not as simple as you imagined.
You are such idiots, why can your father and the Duke of Guo maintain it for so many years after the failed attempt to seize the palace? Keep a low profile! You must keep a low profile! The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for gain, you invest in
Is the little emperor's service for the sake of the common people? It's not just like his father back then, for profit and power. If you really want to be a general and marquis and create a foundation, I will try my best to help you, but the prerequisite is that you must no longer be reckless
In business, everything cannot be solved with fists alone. The best strategy is to subjugate the enemy without fighting."
After listening to the eldest lady's heartfelt words of advice, Liu Ziguang felt a little feverish in his face. Ever since he had a super strong body, he had really forgotten about himself. When things didn't go his way, he only knew how to act recklessly. A typical example of common man's courage.
The representative is Xiang Yu, but we cannot fall into that fate. As young people of the 21st century who have received modern higher education, three representatives, and harmonious society education, they should make appropriate use of their own resources, rationally arrange resources, and use wisdom and strategy to achieve their goals.
Being able to face up to your own mistakes is progress. The little girl made it so clear and will try her best to help him build a career. What does this mean? Behind every successful man is a great woman. Peng Jingrong is now hinting that she is willing to do it.
This woman.
"I realized my mistake. The eldest lady's words were like enlightenment, and Liu was taught a lesson. From now on, you will be my counselor, so you can ask for advice sooner or later." Liu Ziguang stood up and gave Peng Jingrong a serious salute, bowing to the end.
Peng Jingrong blushed. Liu Ziguang's attitude of knowing his mistakes and correcting them made her very happy. The person in front of her seemed to be the humble young man talking about double-entry bookkeeping in the study room again. What counselor should ask for advice sooner or later?
They are inseparable. They both have something to say, but they don't break the window paper.
"Get up quickly, you can't help me." She reached out to help Liu Ziguang, and their hands touched each other. They were both a little shy, lowering their heads and not daring to look at each other. A magpie landed on the window lattice and chirped, and the spring sunshine filtered through.
Green willow branches shot into the room, and the two suddenly raised their heads and mouthed at the same time: "We..."
"Let's go watch the Good Man Competition!" Following the shout, the second lady opened the door and ran in. "Sister, I knew you were here. It's not shameful. A man and a widow live in the same room and still hold hands." Peng Jingwei scratched her nose in embarrassment.
Shameful sister.
"See if I don't tear your mouth apart! You'll talk nonsense." The two sisters were fighting together.
Liu Ziguang, whose good fortune was once again interrupted, said angrily: "What kind of good men's contest is there? Are there any super girls?"
While fending off her sister's attack, Peng Jingwei said out of breath: "The Good Man Competition was originally a poetry meeting held every year in the capital. In the past two years, it has evolved into a place where famous people from all over the world display their various talents in poetry, song, dance, etc.
Swordsmanship, poetry recitation, singing, acting, everything. What is a super girl? I have never heard of it."
"I've heard of this tournament, also called the Mochou Lake Tournament. It's where failed scholars and so-called celebrities strive to become kings. It's located on the pavilion of Mochou Lake. Every time there is a tournament, the city's dignitaries come together.
The wives of the rich man’s wife hired fishing boats in the lake, built awnings, and hung up lights. They didn’t leave until dawn. Seeing the wonderful things, these people put sweat towels, sachets, and fruits on them.
, flowers were thrown on the stage to cheers, and several famous talents and celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River acted as judges to select the top ten in the annual competition.
Even if a senior official from the imperial court comes to see you, even if you are walking on the street, you will make women scream and watch." After all, Peng Jingrong is only an eighteen-year-old girl. She just said some great truths about being old-fashioned, and now she also has a lot of respect for this kind of thing.
Boring arty things express a strong interest.
"I'm not interested. There are still so many things to do. Who has time to watch those sour scholars getting angry? You'd better go on your own." Liu Zi's bald head shook like a rattle, wanting to drive away Miss Light Bulb as soon as possible.
"You go first, we still have something to talk about." It was so clear that Peng Jinrong also drove her sister outside.
"Humph, if you don't go, I'll go with Xiyuan." Peng Jingwei left angrily.
"Well, what are we talking about? Why don't we talk about personal issues." No one interrupted, and Liu Ziguang raised an ambiguous topic.
"What I want to say is the Good Man Competition. What my sister said just now reminded me of something." The eldest lady replied dryly.
This girl is really interested in that stuff. It’s not enough with a tough guy like me here. Liu Ziguang was so depressed that he had nothing to say.
"The envoys from the Song Dynasty live by Lake Mochou. There are many people at the meeting today. It is a good opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to get in touch with them. I will send people to contact their eyeliners and invite the deputy historian to meet. You
We took the opportunity to give them two short paragraphs from "Sketching Rare Birds", firstly to let them know that the goods we have are genuine, and secondly to show our sincerity." It turns out that this is what happened, and it was like a spy connection.
Likewise, the eldest lady really has the potential to engage in espionage.
"What a wonderful idea, you are really a master of women!" Liu Ziguang couldn't help but admired. The Peng family's father must have raised his eldest daughter as a son. He is knowledgeable in literature, Taoism and military strategy, both at home and abroad in ancient and modern times.
Peng Jingrong smiled shyly, like a begonia blooming. Liu Ziguang couldn't help but stare at it. When he woke up, he was gone.
The most lively time of the Good Man Competition is in the evening. Liu Ziguang and the eldest lady rented a awning boat and sailed in Mochou Lake. The original twelve sections of "Sketch of Rare Birds" were carefully divided into small parts and rolled up.
The thin scroll was hidden in the cave flute so that the envoys traveling to the Song Dynasty could identify the authenticity. The secret code for the connection had been set in advance through the contact person.
There is a group of people on the Lianfeng who are responsible for secret work. They have methods from all three religions and nine schools, from the underworld to the white. The words have been passed on, and the theft of the palace cannot be covered by paper. The well-informed people from the Song Dynasty, Manchu Qing Dynasty, and Xixia...
I'm afraid the craftsmen of the Zheng family in Taiwan already know the list of lost items. The envoys in Song Dynasty will not miss the opportunity to recover the calligraphy treasures of their ancestors.
Let's watch the Good Man Competition for a while before the other party comes. Looking from a distance, a young man dressed as a scholar is reciting his own poems on the lake pavilion. The celebrities on the shore are shaking their heads and making comments. In the boats on the lake
The ladies and maids only look at whether the people in the pavilion are handsome and elegant, and don't care about the poems and songs. If a weak and handsome scholar appears, the Yingying Yanyan who is closer will stand on the bow of the boat and hold the sachet.
Throwing the sweat towel over feels like throwing a hydrangea ball. If it is an old and rotten scholar, the girls will huddle in the cabin and ignore it. Most of the wise men watching the excitement on the shore are here to see the women, and they will be very upset when they see this situation.
They booed and kicked that person down. It was like a beauty pageant, and they chose beautiful men.
The judges are still very serious. Each contestant is given a score by five judges as the basis for ranking. Contestants with strange looks and strange bones are often eliminated in the preliminary round. Although there is no age limit for those who can compete,
But at least it can ensure that the facial features are correct.
At this moment, several talented people came up to perform one after another. There was a martial artist who drew his sword and danced and sang "The River is Red". There was also a sour scholar who chanted a long poem he had written at the top of his lungs. There was also a person who splashed ink and performed calligraphy in public. The funniest one
There was actually an oil seller who brought a gourd and a ladle with copper coins to perform the stunt of pouring oil through the money eye, and he actually won a round of applause. In short, it was all kinds of strange things, and the people of the Ming Dynasty had a wide range of interests.
There are more and more ships, and gradually the distance between the ships is much closer. The side of the ship is next to the side of the ship, and the beautiful women are chirping and pointing at the good men who are performing passionately on the performance stage.
Suddenly a soft chant came from the boat next to it:
"The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the autumn is over in the south of the Yangtze River. The grass and trees are withered. On the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, where can the beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
Turning around, he saw a girl wearing a goose-yellow armor looking at them with a smile, her eyes falling on the flute in the eldest lady's hand.
The girl whipped the green lake water with a newly broken willow branch in her hand, and said to Peng Jingrong with a smile: "This sister is so elegant and cheerful. She even brought musical instruments to the game."
Peng Jingrong also read a poem:
"The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the leaves are curled like waists dancing in the breeze. The small tree can't help but suffer from climbing and breaking, and begs you to leave two or three branches."
"Sister, the willow trees are still sprouting. If they are cut off like you do, then the Mochou Lake will be bald."
The girl smiled sheepishly: "I know, my sister's flute is quite unique. Could it be that it was made by a famous master? Can I lend it to my sister to have a look at?" "Let's take a look." Peng Jingrong handed the flute over.
The girl fiddled with it for a while and handed it back: "It is indeed the workmanship of the masters of the Ni family in Sanpailou. My little sister will go buy one tomorrow." Then she gave them a charming smile and ordered the boatman to move forward.
The distance between the two ships was a little farther, and Peng Jingrong whispered: "It's done, you can leave."
"This man is the deputy secretary of the diplomatic mission to the Song Dynasty? What a handsome man." Liu Ziguang responded in a low voice.
"How do you know?" Peng Jingrong asked curiously.
"Although he deliberately concealed it, I still saw his Adam's apple. He took the painting very quickly and skillfully. You couldn't find it unless you looked carefully. It seems that he is a veteran in espionage." Liu Ziguang's eyes were still very poisonous.
"Let's go too." Peng Jingrong suggested.
"Wait a minute, what is that thing in the hand of that person in the stands?" Liu Ziguang's eyes were attracted by the new player on stage in the lake pavilion.