When Yinti introduced himself, everyone present couldn't help but smile. In fact, everyone had seen each other in the palace, so who didn't know anyone? Besides, Yinti was a frequent visitor to Lushui Pavilion, so it was hard to get too familiar with them.
But Yinti insists on playing like this. The old gentlemen will naturally not care about the children's playful nature. Moreover, there is a person present who really doesn't know who he is: Wu Zhaoqian, who just returned from exile in Ninggu Pagoda last year.
So Zhang Chunxiu, Yan Shengsun, and even Zhu Yizun were all childlike, while Chen Weisong just held his wine glass and laughed. Everyone was watching how Wu Zhaoqian would respond. Wu Zhaoqian's friend Gu Zhenguan wanted to remind him, but was pulled away by Rongruo and Cao Yin Already.
"Who is this young master?" Wu Zhaoqian looked at the people around him who seemed to be talking and chatting. He looked at Yin Ti carefully and finally said with a smile: "Dare I ask if he is also a young master from the Ming Dynasty? I take the liberty to tell you that the young master's appearance is slightly different from that of my students. Similarities.”
Yinti subconsciously touched his face, and then smiled and said: "Mr. Wu has good taste. I am a relative of the Ming Dynasty. Guan Chengde and Rongde call me brother, and my name is Anxiu."
Wu Zhaoqian was teaching Kui Xu, who was studying, and he also knew a little about the Ming Dynasty. Kui Xu was called Rong De before he changed his name. When he saw it, he was undoubtedly a relative of the Ming Dynasty. It was obvious that he was brought here by Rong Ruo. Branch relatives.
He looked at Yinti, and Yinti was also looking at Wu Zhaoqian. After all, the other person was really talented and a real unlucky guy.
This man came from a family of officials in Jiangzuo. He was praised for being able to write Kyoto poems at the age of ten. People who are too talented will inevitably be arrogant. When Wu Zhaoqian was young, he did not follow the etiquette and disdained the vulgar etiquette. His teacher once said: "This son is extraordinary." You will definitely have a great reputation, but you will certainly not be immune to disaster."
After the turmoil of changing dynasties, scholars in the south of the Yangtze River still formed a society and sang poems and poems to each other. Wu Zhaoqian was as famous as Chen Weisong in Yixing and Peng Shidu in Huating. He was called the "Three Phoenixes of Jiangzuo" by Wu Weiye, one of the three great masters of Jiangzuo.
Such a reputation made him famous all over the country, and also made him jealous. In the 14th year of Shunzhi, Wu Zhaoqian passed the rural examination, which was originally a good thing. But that year, the Dingyou Examination Case happened.
Bribery and fraud occurred in both the northern and southern imperial examination halls. Emperor Shunzhi's anger spread across the northern and southern imperial examination halls.
He was beheaded and exiled, his house was confiscated and beaten, and people were panicked for a while. But Wu Zhaoqian was sitting at home, and the blame came from the sky. Maybe it was one of his enemies who wanted revenge, or maybe someone who was jealous of him wanted to see him suffer. Anyway, the government A report was received saying that Wu Zhaoqian paid bribes to pass the examination.
He usually had too many grudges, and no one except a few close friends was willing to speak for him. Emperor Shunzhi said that since he was a true talent, he would not be afraid of exams, so he ordered Wu Zhaoqian to go to Beijing to take the exam again.
Wu Zhaoqian thought that with his talents and learning, he could despise the ministers and be proud of the princes. When he was about to enter the capital, he even wrote more than a hundred poems on the wall of the guesthouse under the name "Wang Qianniang". Suddenly, the scribes in the capital looked at him. On Wu Zhaoqian’s body.
Everyone thought that this re-examination would be a near miss for Wu Zhaoqian, but they never expected that when Wu Zhaoqian re-examined in Yingtai, facing the gloomy-looking emperor and the guards with knives around him to prevent cheating, he was afraid. Already.
Fear destroyed Wu Zhaoqian, and he failed to answer the paper... This was a disguised proof that he was just trying to gain fame and reputation, and was not a candidate who passed the exam through normal channels. At this point, Wu Zhaoqian's life took a 180° turn, and he was sentenced to exile.
Recalling Wu Zhaoqian's life, and then looking at the middle-aged man with a warm and gentle smile in front of him, Yinti helplessly thought that it is the environment that shapes character. Even the character of an adult.
"I heard from Brother Chengde that your husband was ill before, but are you okay now?" Yinti said with a smile: "Sir, he has been outside the customs for many years. He may be used to the climate outside the customs. He needs to adapt to it when he returns to Beijing. I hope you will take more care of yourself." My cousin worked hard to save you with money and effort. Don't let your talent disappear before you can use it.
Because of these words, Wu Zhaoqian had a better impression of Yinti: "Thank you for your concern, young master. I'm fine here. Hey, young master, please sit down quickly."
The banquet at Surabaya Pavilion was very lively. Everyone here seemed to have forgotten that they were imperial bachelors and noble bodyguards, let alone that you were a dignitary of the new dynasty and I was a survivor of the previous dynasty.
Yinti also secretly drank a little wine during this banquet. Not to mention, the wine these days is really mellow and has a long aftertaste. He doesn't look good when he drinks, so no one noticed, and they continued to laugh and joke until the oldest Chen Weisong sang Publish a poem.
"Check your luggage, drop pearls in tears, and stack the boxes full."
This should be a love poem. Yinti had slowly slid under the table just now, and now climbed up again. He pulled Cao Yin's sleeve: "Guard Ziqing, is this a love poem?"
Cao Yin was shaking his head while savoring this poem. When he heard Yinti calling him, it felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head. Only then did Cao Yin think that his elder brother was by his side!
The eldest brother was by his side. The eldest brother heard this poem. This poem was... Cao Yin wished he could block Yin Ti's ears. Why didn't he make preparations earlier? Before he could explain, Chen Weisong was already crying. He stood up and said, "Oh, oh, oh, Ziyun, oh Ziyun!"
"Is that the name of Mr. Chen's wife?" Yinti asked curiously, and the alcohol made his mind unclear: "When I heard about the imperial edict, his wife was in his hometown?"
"Young Master, that was Lao Chen's bookboy, and his best friend has passed away." Wu Zhaoqian was drunk and introduced Le Diandian. He didn't suffer much in the exile, and the two managers of Ning Guta treated him very politely. .Even when he returned to Beijing after ending his exile, General Bahai sent troops to escort him and take care of him all the way.
Therefore, under the gentle appearance of this talented man from Jiangzuo, there is still a bit of wildness left.
"Then he still has a wife and children?" Yinti blurted out.
He was very surprised, but Wu Zhaoqian was even more surprised than him: "Why do you say this, young master? Even if Lao Chen and Ziyun have a good relationship, it will not hinder the reproduction of the ancestral temple. What's more, Lao Chen also married Ziyun and had children. This is called living up to the ancestral temple." Sir."
Everyone around him was nodding. Even Zhu Yizun, who was not interested in this style of sleeve-cutting, agreed with this statement. Yinti was dumbfounded and was speechless for a long time.
Only Cao Yin suddenly smiled: "So, Mrs. Chen has no choice but to live in her hometown with her children. But then again, we are not women, maybe Mrs. Chen would be happy not to see him."
This was said a bit poisonously, but luckily there was only Chen Weisong here who was gay, and he was deeply missing his old lover. Others didn't think it was a big deal, after all, the matter of raising a male favorite was never a good talk.
Even if marrying a wife and having children does not hinder the continuation of the lineage, it is not a good talk, and no one will talk about it in public. Chen Weisong only wrote poems to mourn Ziyun after his death. Today, for some reason, he burst into tears on such an occasion.
Chen Weisong cried to Ziyun and read: "Sigh that the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the beauty is not the same as before. Things in the world are flying like iron and phoenixes, and life is fleeting in a blink of an eye. Wearing a green shirt, half-drunk and fallen frost sculptures, bow strings and steelwork."
"Countries and mountains change, but mountains and rivers remain the same. Mountains and rivers remain the same."
Yinti felt that the hair on his body was about to explode. The old man was crying not only for Ziyun, but also for himself. The people at the table had no intention of joking at this moment, and their expressions were gloomy, as if there were so many unspeakable things in the world, and it would be useless to talk more. What to do.
"Why is this happening all of a sudden?" Cao Yin suddenly laughed and said, "Let me tell you a joke." When everyone looked over, he said, "A few days ago, Rongruo and I chatted and said that we were in the palace every day. We accompany the Emperor everywhere. What do you think we are?"
Rong Ruo had already buried his head under the table with a smile. Cao Yin looked at him and said while smiling: "Rong Ruo thought about it for a long time and finally said, Ma Cao Dog Prison, we two are Ma Cao Dog Prison!"
Everyone at the table burst into laughter, and Yin Ti almost knocked the teacup to the ground while holding it. It was so funny. The two of them were horse and dog guards, and the Forbidden City was just a zoo, and Kangxi was the most difficult one to take care of.
In the end, among the people at the table, Yinti smiled the most happily, even though strictly speaking, he became a little animal.
"Young Master Xiao An has a loose nature. I don't know who he is studying with." Wu Zhaoqian asked Rongruo with a smile: "If Young Master doesn't have a suitable master, why don't you come to the mansion to study together."
"Me," Yinti rolled his eyes. Before he could speak, Rong Ruo next to him wanted to speak but was interrupted by Cao Yin.
Cao Yin smiled and said: "The young master's father plans to let him become a disciple of Mr. Yuyang, or some court official, so that it will be more convenient for him to become an official in the future."
Wu Zhaoqian nodded seriously, completely unaware that the people next to him were covering their faces to hold back laughter. He said: "Wang Shizhen, the head of the Ministry of Etiquette? I heard that he is going to the Imperial Academy to offer wine, which is not bad. Wang Yuyang's Qijue is especially good, and the young master is eager to learn. If you study hard, you may not be able to catch up with Rongruo one day."
At this point, everyone finally couldn't help it anymore. Yan Shengsun laughed loudly: "Hancha, don't be fooled by this narrow-minded ghost hunter Ziqing!"
Wu Zhaoqian didn't know why, and Gu Zhenguan finally said at this moment: "This is the emperor's eldest son, the eldest brother. Do you remember Hancha? Prime Minister Ming has a young sister in the palace, who is named Concubine Hui. This is the only son he has."
"...So, this..." Wu Zhaoqian suddenly stuttered a little. He stood up and didn't know whether he should salute or not.
Yinti felt very uncomfortable and quickly jumped down from the chair and said: "I have offended you, please forgive me, Mr. Wu. If you don't care about me, please sit down and let's drink this cup."
So everyone was happy. Although Wu Zhaoqian was a little awkward at first, he got used to it later. Yinti said: "I can't stay too late. If sir keeps doing this, wouldn't it make me feel uneasy?"
After three rounds of drinking, Wu Zhaoqian relaxed and Yinti felt relieved. He didn't like that people couldn't speak well or do things well because of him. There was no need for him to be the shadow of others, which was of no benefit.
Power and status are not to be used indiscriminately on such occasions.
"Mr. Zhu, I heard that you often go to the library of Wuying Palace to copy books by yourself recently." Yinti looked at the time and asked straight to the point: "I don't know about this. Is it true?"
The author has something to say: Wu Zhaoqian was really unlucky and miserable. Although he did not suffer in Ninggu Pagoda, Bahai was the No. 1 pick in Manchuria and took special care of cultural people, but that could not cover up his misery. Looking forward, we can make peace with him. The only person who was more unlucky than him was Chen Menglei, who had bad friends.
Chen Weisong and Ziyun, you can search for celebrities who are gay. Starting from the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the south wind prevailed. I think, forget it and won’t spoil it, anyway, Yin Ti will not be gay.
In the next chapter, the party fights and dick fights begin. Look at how hard those half-aged men can go. From here, history begins to change its course crazily.
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