Chapter two hundred and forty second gift painting
On the road at the foot of Peach Blossom Mountain, the number of people riding horses, carriages and walking seemed to increase in the blink of an eye.
The second New Year in Xinjing was much more lively than the first. The prince came, the iron-faced general also returned, and there was a grand event of scholar competition. The emperor was very happy and held a grand sacrifice.
But at this time, the crowds of people on the road were not coming to the capital, but leaving the capital.
"What's going on with these scholars?" The tea seller frowned, "Why are they running out one by one?"
Even she, an old woman who sells tea, knows that now is the best time. Because of that competition, the popularity of poor scholars in the capital has increased. Those who participated in the competition were either accepted by famous Confucian masters or placed as assistant officials by nobles and nobles.
Even if they didn't participate in the competition, they still received unprecedented preferential treatment.
"Grandma, haven't you heard?" Chen Danzhu was sitting in the tea shed, occupying a table full of snacks and dried fruits. "Your Majesty is going to hold such a competition in every state and county, so everyone is anxious to go their own way.
I’m going back to my hometown to participate.”
After she finished speaking, she looked at the guests sitting around and smiled.
"Is that so? Have you been talking about this recently? Who is responsible for this? Tell us more."
There was silence in the tea shed, everyone was drinking tea with their heads down and their shoulders hunched.
The tea seller waved her hands angrily: "Ms. Danzhu, if you want to drink tea, go back to your Taoist temple to drink it. If you want me to have a bowl of tea and a day's supply of water, and you bring your own snacks, I will be at a loss."
Chen Danzhu giggled: "Grandma, it's so lively here."
What's the excitement? As long as she sits here, the tea shed is like an ice cellar. Who dares to speak? Miss Danzhu is more scary now than before. In the past, she beat little girls and snatched beautiful men. Now the iron-faced general is back.
, there were thirty strong men in a dozen, and there were still traces of blood on the road not far away.
No one mentioned the fact that she was expelled from the capital, and Miss Danzhu continued to dominate the country with great arrogance.
Now she comes to the foot of the mountain to force passers-by to praise her——
The tea seller said angrily that she would close the tea shed if she kept doing this. Chen Danzhu then left with a smile.
Chen Danzhu left the tea shed and the frozen people melted, holding a hot tea bowl and stretching his body.
"But Miss Danzhu is right, this matter is indeed her fault." The tea seller said while carrying the teapot to refill everyone's water.
Although the tea seller was not afraid of Chen Danzhu, everyone was not afraid of her either, and they all laughed when they heard it.
"This matter has something to do with Miss Danzhu, but it is not her fault." "Yes, Miss Danzhu's behavior was purely selfish. The one who really deserves the credit is the third prince." "Those scholars all said that.
Yes, when the third prince went to invite them, he promised today." "Why did your majesty do this? In the final analysis, it is for the third prince. In order to exonerate Chen Danzhu, the third prince knelt down for a whole day to beg your majesty."
The tea seller was not satisfied when she heard this: "What do you know? It was Miss Danzhu who suggested this to the emperor and was convicted and expelled by the emperor."
The tea guests were also dissatisfied: "We don't understand, grandma, you don't understand either, then only those scholars understand. Do you think they have half a word of praise for Chen Danzhu? There are countless people waiting to see the third prince,
Miss Danzhu’s door is here——Huh?”
As soon as I stopped here, I saw a car parked on the roadside leading to Peach Blossom Temple, and a young man in plain robes and a Confucian scarf got out of the car.
"That's not that -" One of the guests recognized it, stood up and muttered, unable to remember his name at the moment.
"Ugly." Someone commented on the young man's appearance, reminding the guest who forgot his name.
The guest then clapped his head and said: "Ah Chou, Pan Rong, the common people came first in the scholar competition."
Although not everyone has seen it, everyone now knows this name.
Why is he here? What is he here for? Then he saw Pan Rong straightening his clothes, taking a scroll from the car and heading up the mountain. He wanted to see Chen Danzhu?
The guests looked at each other, and the tea seller came over and asked, "Is this a big bird?"
Chen Danzhu was cutting medicine. She was also surprised when she heard A Tian running to Pan Rong asking for a meeting.
"What does he want to see me for?" Chen Danzhu asked. Although she initially approached Pan Rong, Pan Rong was invited by the third prince. Later, when the scholars of Zhaixinglou competed or something, she did not interfere in the whole process.
, did not come forward, and had no further contact with Pan Rong and others.
Is there something difficult? Chen Danzhu was a little worried. Pan Rong's fate in the previous life was very good. In this life, many things have been changed for Zhang Yao. Although Pan Rong can be regarded as the first commoner scholar in the eyes of the emperor,
But after all, it’s not really about getting a scholar based on strategy——
If there is any difficulty, it is her fault and she cannot ignore it.
Chen Danzhu immediately put down the knife and asked Ah Tian to invite the people in.
A Tian was a little unhappy: "These scholars have always treated the lady with eyes and noses. What if they come to scold the lady?"
Chen Danzhu laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of those who scold me."
A Tian was amused by her, and her smile was a little sour: "Look at what you said, miss, it seems that you are afraid of others praising you."
Unexpectedly, Ah Tian was really right in what she said. Pan Rong really came to praise Chen Danzhu.
Pan Rong entered the door, first bowed solemnly to the girl who was standing on a foot stove, holding a hand stove and wrapped in a cloak, and then said: "I have a gift for the lady." He picked up the scroll he was holding.
Gift? Chen Danzhu took it curiously and opened it. Ah Tian came over to look at it, and was suddenly surprised and pleasantly surprised.
"Hey, this is a lady." She shouted, reaching out to grab the scroll so that she could unfold it more clearly and see more clearly the smiling beauty sitting in front of the screen. She looked at the scroll and then at Chen Dan.
Zhu, the charming posture in the painting is exactly the same as that of Chen Danzhu now.
Chen Danzhu was also surprised and couldn't help but take a closer look. This was the first time someone had painted for her, but she quickly covered up her surprise and lazily said: "The painting is not bad. By the way, what do you want to ask me to do?
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Pan Rong said: "I'm here to thank you. Miss Danzhu did not hesitate to anger your majesty and asked the court to use strategies to win scholars. The fate of us common people and the fate of future generations has been changed. Pan Rong is here today.
I am telling the young lady that Pan Rong is willing to work as a cow or a horse for the young lady, no matter how she is driven."
Ah Tian was dumbfounded, and Chen Danzhu also looked stunned: "Are you joking?"
Pan Rong smiled calmly: "Life is no joke. In addition to this painting, I will also write a biography, poems and songs for Miss. I will definitely let everyone in the world know about Miss's great achievements. Miss's bodhisattva heart will never let me down."
Everyone talks about Ms. Zhu’s name, and we will never let Ms. Danzhu be stigmatized again!”
A scholar's words, a scholar's pen, are equivalent to a soldier's sword and gun, which can make people live or die. If a scholar stands up for the lady, the lady will no longer be afraid of being slandered. A Tian excitedly shook Chen Danzhu's arm and held her hand.
The scroll inside was shaking, and the beauty on it seemed to be swaying too.
Chen Danzhu loosened the scroll and let it fall on his lap. He looked at Pan Rong and said, "You have been reading for so long and using it to do things for me. Isn't it overkill?"
Pan Rong smiled proudly: "Miss Danzhu is not afraid of infamy and dares to open a new path for all generations. Pan Rong and I can do things for Miss Danzhu in this life."
A Tian couldn't help but get excited and didn't know what to say. She just asked Pan Rong: "Do you really think my lady is very good?"
Pan Rong nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Miss Danzhu is very good."
Listening to Ah Tian and Pan Rong talking, Chen Danzhu lowered his head as if he was studying the portrait, then raised his head and curled his lips proudly: "Of course I am very good, but I think you are not good." He looked at Pan Rong and said, "You
I'm too ugly, and I, Chen Danzhu, am not wanted by everyone."
Pan Rong was startled, and A Tian was also stunned.
Chen Danzhu lifted the painting on his lap and shook it: "Get out of here."
