On the street leading from Liutiao Street to the inner city, several Zhang family members rode horses and walked slowly with about a dozen guards, while whispering: "This man... Humph!"
"Cunning people!"
After some discussion, several young masters from the Zhang clan came to an agreement and gave Shen Lie a cunning comment.
This man was ingratiating and his intention to please the eldest lady was written all over his face.
Even the blind can see it!
Everyone has seen this guy a lot.
So on the long street, a touch of jealousy flowed in the air. Several people were talking and peeking at Zhang Jingxiu.
But I saw that Miss Zhang's bright and pretty face had no expression, just like the Buddhist goddess Guanyin, and I didn't know what she was thinking.
The young masters were a little helpless and shut up knowingly. This cousin had been playing with them in the Zhang Clan Academy since they were young, and everyone knew her temper.
It wouldn't be pretty anymore.
But after all, someone couldn't hold himself back and whispered: "He is just a vulgar person with no fame, no talent and no learning. We... are ashamed to be associated with him."
Guard Zhang Kui followed silently. He didn't dare to interrupt, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart. This was not fair.
This is not true.
Regardless of his identity, Zhang Kui thinks that Shen Lie is still very talented. At least he can write good couplets. Can you write it just based on the couplet hanging outside the prime minister's study?
Zhang Kui's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but think of that shocking couplet. That couplet has become so popular these days, it's almost half the sky.
All the princes of the court and the officials of the six ministries, who were lucky enough to enter the prime minister's study, couldn't help but stop to taste it and praise it. They all said that the couplet was an unprecedented work.
Shocking!
Zhang Kui is a rough man. He doesn't understand the good points of the couplet, but he has a strong idea in his heart. He still admires Shen Lie very much.
Zhang Kui felt that nothing in the world is impermanent, but who would have thought that the famous couplet hanging in front of the Prime Minister's study room was actually written by a small shopkeeper.
It is said that the couplet spread to the palace, and even the emperor and the queen mother knew about it. I heard that even the queen mother was full of praise for it.
Moreover.
If Shen Lie really wanted to curry favor with the young lady, why would she have resisted when the young lady recruited him to serve as a guest in the Prime Minister's Mansion?
Just by relying on that couplet, which is so popular in the official circles of the capital, you can change your future to a bright one!
Zhang Kui pondered in his mind, and Shen Lie's honest and honest face appeared again. Does he have ulterior motives...
Zhang Kui shook his head.
Not like that!
Then the long street became quiet in the afternoon, with only the sound of horse hooves ticking.
At the same time, cheap shop.
As Miss Zhang and others left, the waiter, Yun'er, Aunt Li and others began to clean up the dishes, pour swill, and clean up the garbage.
And Shen Lie was sitting alone on the stone outside the shop, basking in the sun, looking at the empty alleyway, thinking about his thoughts, and sighing quietly.
While the waiter was clearing away the dishes, he looked at the somewhat lost Shen Lie and couldn't help but whisper softly: "The shopkeeper has... lost his soul?"
Yun'er pouted her little mouth and snorted.
You are the only one who talks a lot!
The blind men are almost out.
The waiter didn't dare to mess with her, so he quickly lowered his head and moved the dishes and chopsticks away.
In a blink of an eye, it was dark.
The cheap shop is closed.
Under the rays of the setting sun, the capital city of the Ming Dynasty once again changed from hustle and bustle to silence, and a moment later, darkness enveloped the land.
Midnight dream.
Shen Lie was fast asleep, dreaming that he was being tied up and taken into the execution ground, and the executioner raised the ghost-headed knife...
Suddenly.
Shen Lie woke up from his nightmare, turned over and sat up, swallowed with some difficulty, and then realized that his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.
The cold wind blew and the wet clothes stuck to my back, making me feel chilly and uncomfortable.
Shen Lie turned over and went to the ground, picked up the tea bowl on the table, drank a bowl of herbal tea, and then looked at Yun'er who was sleeping soundly in the other room.
Shen Lie then walked quietly to the courtyard.
In March, the night in the courtyard is like water.
Shen Lie stood silently in the clean and tidy yard, looking at the newly built fence and the wooden stakes made by himself, then sat on the bluestone steps again, pondering and thinking.
At this time, Shen Lie woke up and couldn't help but pat his face lightly, muttering to himself: "That's sloppy."
But Miss Zhang’s bright and pretty face comes to mind from time to time...
It's not that Shen Lie is being sentimental. According to his love experience in his previous life, when a young and beautiful woman with a prominent position targets you at every turn, there is a 80% chance that she is interested in you.
Even if there is no personal relationship between children.
But at least!
It means that you have a unique position in her heart. If she really hates you, she might not even bother to look at you.
So Shen Lie thought, if this trend continues...
At this moment, a cold wind blew, and Shen Lie suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He shivered involuntarily, feeling that he was dead.
But humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?
"Why."
Shen Lie sighed quietly.
It seems.
After all, it is still very likely that he will be involved in the catastrophic disaster that will shake the entire Ming Dynasty and even change the direction of history a year later. This matter seems inevitable.
Shen Lie knew very well that the Zhang family was extremely powerful at the moment and had reached the extreme of autocratic power. In fact, the Liucao created by Zhang Juzheng directly transformed the cabinet into an independent prime minister.
The queen mother of the dynasty handed over almost all the rights to Zhang Juzheng. Even the six ministries and even the Jin Yiwei were under his control.
So Shen Lie's face once again turned into a bitter gourd. Wouldn't it be unlucky to do this?
He had no choice but to count with his fingers again. It was getting closer to the day when Zhang Juzheng died of illness, about one year and six months away.
The time is getting closer and closer for the Zhang family to be completely liquidated by the emperor and political enemies. As Zhang Juzheng's beloved daughter, her end should be tragic.
Anyway, her brothers are miserable...
Under the night, Shen Lie's eyes were dark and deep in thought. Maybe he could do something for this era and for her?
Worry about gains and losses.
Shen Lie stood speechless in the cold wind for a long time, and gradually clenched his fists.
The next day, in the afternoon.
As usual, there was a long queue in front of the store early.
In the hustle and bustle, Shen Lie looked out through the kitchen window from time to time, as if he was looking for something, waiting for something, and expecting something.
Yun'er watched from the side, curled her little lips, and said in a tired voice: "Master, where are you waiting?"
Shen Lie responded instinctively: "Huh?"
Shen Lie was about to nod, but soon woke up again.
Turning around, looking at Yun'er's pouting little mouth, Shen Lie blushed and quickly changed his words: "No... Master, look at how long the queue is."
As he spoke, Shen Lie pretended to be polite and said, "There seem to be a lot of guests today."
Yun'er looked disbelieving, but still responded quietly: "Oh!"
So Shen Lie waited until the afternoon, when all the diners had dispersed, the shop became empty, and the beautiful lady who liked to dress up in men's clothing was not seen.
Shen Lie still didn't give up, put down the big spoon, pretended to help clean up the dishes, and walked out of the shop with a few bowls.
