This is Li Shan's promise, this is your contribution to King Ma Bin, and you will definitely let King Qin know.
Ma Zhou still believed this and sighed: "I hope everything goes well."
"Even if there are some accidents, they will definitely succeed." Li Shan said with a smile: "When King Qin ascends the throne, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do anything. But if Brother Bin Wang works hard, he will be the prime minister one day."
Ma Zhou was stunned for a moment and bowed longly.
Li Shan smiled. After coming to this era for a few years, he became accustomed to this cryptic way of speaking.
Of course Ma Zhou knew that with Li Shan's current status, military exploits, many old troops in the army, and Su Dingfang, a famous general who had repeatedly made great achievements, once the King of Qin came to the throne, Li Shan would probably never have the opportunity to lead an army again.
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The Tang Dynasty did not pay attention to the distinction between civil and military affairs, but paid more attention to the appointment of generals and ministers. Li Shan was very likely to hold positions in the three provinces. To put it more directly, he would definitely be appointed as the prime minister. And Ma Zhou, who was his direct descendant...if he was appointed as the prime minister.
Assistant, that means Li Shan is likely to resign.
This is Li Shan's promise to Ma Zhou. You have indeed suffered a lot and taken a lot of risks. So after King Qin ascends the throne, I, Li Huairen, will make room for you. When Li Shimin sees my concession, naturally
Will understand.
Of course, there is a premise for this, Ma Zhou does have the talent of being a prime minister and assistant... Well, Ma Zhou does have the talent of being a prime minister and assistant.
Having given such a promise, Li Shan estimated that the time was almost up, and it was time to go back even if Wang Renbiao was covering him. He said confidently: "Next time, we will change places. Well, spring is also here. There must be tourists in the Furong Garden."
Quite a lot..."
Seeing the embarrassed look on Ma Zhou's face, Li Shan glared, "The next time we meet, it will definitely be after someone's wedding. Are we still coming to Pingkangfang?!"
Ma Zhou stood up quietly, laughed a few times, and took half a step back, "Furong Garden is good...but this time..."
Li Shan had a bad premonition, "What?"
"Your poetic talent, Li Huairen, surpasses Chang'an, and you owe it all to Pingkangfang..."
Ma Zhou's compliment made Li Shan's eyes twitch and his voice trembled a little, "What on earth do you want to do?!"
"I met a girl who was good at painting here a few years ago. She was in the front yard..." Ma Zhou hesitated and said, "Would Huairen want to compose a poem?"
Seeing that Li Shan's face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with tears, Ma Zhou quickly explained: "You must not be able to hide it when you enter Pingkangfang. You have composed poems several times before, but not this time... Doesn't it arouse people's suspicion?"
Although this reason is a bit nonsense, it is somewhat reasonable. Li Shan narrowed his eyes and stared at Ma Zhou, "But it doesn't necessarily need this girl, right?"
"After you entered...someone had already let the news go out." Ma Zhou lowered his head, "But it doesn't involve someone."
"You have been prepared for a long time. You must embarrass me!"
The names were all changed, and he was obviously very angry... Well, Ma Zhou relaxed instead, and spread his hands and said: "Who would have thought... Huairen, you didn't say anything clearly."
This is to say, if you, Li Shan, had promised those things in advance, I would not have done these little tricks... Li Shan's nose was so angry that he was so angry, could it be that it was still my fault?!
"I'm nearly thirty years old, and besides, I'm good at painting." Ma Zhou persuaded in a low voice: "After all, it's not like singing flowers in the past few times."
Li Shan Leng snorted and walked away. He was going to get married in more than a month. He could no longer explain how happy he was in Pingkangfang. If he wrote another poem, Cui Xin would not open the door for fear of welcoming the bride.
Woolen cloth!
Turning back to the next door, Zhao Cihao and Zhang Yong were already unconscious. Wang Renbiao was in a daze. When he saw Li Shan coming in, he casually said: "Has it been negotiated?"
Li Shan frowned, glanced at Zhao Cihao and Zhang Yong, and then nodded, "Besides the six best men, Zhaode, Zhigui, Wenbang, and Xiaoqing, let's choose Brother Cihao, Brother Fu. Anyway, there is some connection.”
Wang Renbiao hummed, "Huairen go ahead and send them back for me."
Li Shan stared at Wang Renbiao for a while, then sighed softly, turned around and left.
Why do you have to get involved... With such complaints, Li Shan walked out of the backyard. As soon as he walked to the front yard, he saw Fang Yizhi first, followed by Yang Siyi, then Chen Shuda's second son Chen Xuande, and then Chen Shuda's second son Chen Xuande. There are many descendants of the Liu family in Jie County, the Xue family in Hedong, and the Lu family in Fanyang.
Li Shan cursed in his heart, Ma Zhou had some tricks up his sleeve to force so many people to come over... No, he probably knew that there would be many children from aristocratic families gathering for a banquet today, so he chose today specifically.
Sure enough, Yang Siyi, who was the first to come up to say hello, laughed and said: "Huairen has been back in Beijing for half a month, but he is so stingy. If he hadn't been having a party next door today, he would have almost missed it!"
Fang Yizhi and Chen Xuande also nodded repeatedly. The latter still remembered the poem about plum blossoms the year before last, "I heard that Huairen composed poems for paintings. I really took advantage of this girl!"
Gao Xingyi took a few glances and said, "Brother Huairen has done everything that cannot be passed down to the world. It is indeed unworthy, unworthy!"
Li Shan glanced over. Most of them were descendants of Prince Qin. Ma Zhou was trying to confuse the audience. He glanced at the middle-aged girl at the table from the corner of his eye. Well, her appearance was mediocre. Ma Zhou was not lying. .
But the next moment, Li Shan's expression changed a little. What's wrong with your painting? It's plum blossoms again.
Chen Xuande touched his palms and laughed, "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. Huairen cannot be weakened today."
Li Shan really had a headache. Naturally, he remembered a lot of Yin Mei's masterpieces, but he couldn't use them indiscriminately. More than half of them were even unusable. Could it be that "by the broken bridge outside the post office, I was lonely and had no owner"?
After taking a closer look at the painting, the plum tree was winding, the flowers were blooming, and there was a book table under the tree. The young man looked up at the plum blossoms and held a pen in his right hand. Li Shan flipped through the inventory before chanting: "Little Lang When I wash my inkstone on the tree at the head of the pond, the blossoms are blooming with faint ink marks. Don’t let anyone praise the color, leaving only the pure air to fill the universe.”
Everyone commented and felt that in comparison, it was slightly inferior to Li Shan's previous works. However, everyone knew that Li Huairen needed to refine it and had no ideas. It was already good to have a song like this.
Li Shan thought about it and had to admit that although the author of "Mo Mei" is not unknown, he cannot be compared with Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Anshi, and He Zhizhang.
When the front yard was so busy, Wang Renbiao quietly opened the door and walked into the small courtyard next door.
"Prince Bin, long time no see."
"Didn't we just meet him outside the Dongshan Restaurant years ago?" Ma Zhou was a little surprised, but he understood immediately. He watched Wang Renbiao close the door before smiling and said, "Are you going to act as a cover for him today?"
"Well, next door are Zhao Cihao and Zhang Fuzhi." Wang Renbiao took a deep breath, "I've met Prince Bin in the front yard before."
"That's why you chose the next door?" Ma Zhou chuckled, shook his head and said, "Huairen couldn't have asked you to come here to find someone."
"That's right, Huairen won't let me get involved. This is a sign of friendship." Wang Renbiao frowned tightly and lowered his voice and said, "It's hard for King Xiaoqing to help Huairen, but he can help King Bin."
A smart person like Ma Zhou understood immediately that Wang Renbiao himself had no weight, and his status was not high either among the clan relatives or among the Wang family in Taiyuan, so he was of little help to Li Shan, but he could actually help himself.
Busy... Obviously, this is referring to Xuanwu Gate.