Zhao Yao stood by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the dock not far away. The dock was still lively during the day, with people coming and going, and all kinds of shouts and shouts coming. It was completely impossible to tell that a bloody fight had taken place here last night.
During this period, ferocious fights took place every night between Jinling City and Suzhou Prefecture, as well as at the dockside of Runzhou Prefecture. The Jinling River, Run River, and Suzhou River were all dyed red with blood. There was a strong smell of blood on the river and on the banks. But during the day, the blood and the smell of blood had completely dissipated, as if everything was gone. Didn't happen.
The people in Jinling City seemed to know nothing and were busy at the dock as usual.
Zhao Yao did not see a trace of fear or uneasiness in the eyes of the people in Jinling City. They seemed to be used to these things and were not affected at all.
He deliberately asked the restaurant waiter about the Cao Gang and the Salt Gang, but the waiter kept it secret and persuaded him not to inquire about this matter.
The man also told Zhao Yao that if he wanted to live in Jinling City, he should not ask anything about the Cao Gang and the Salt Gang, otherwise he would not know how to die.
Zhao Yao saw that the people in Jinling City were indifferent to the affairs of the Cao Gang and the Yan Gang, and thought that they were used to it and were not afraid. Unexpectedly, it was not that they were not afraid, but that they were too afraid. They deliberately numb themselves and pretend not to know anything.
The guy also told Zhao Yao that if he wanted to live well in Jinling City, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb. He also kindly reminded Zhao Yao that Jinling City was not peaceful during this period, and he had better leave Jinling City as soon as possible and not stay here for a long time.
Zhao Yao thanked the waiter for his kindness, and left with his four good brothers after dinner. They did not rush home, but went to the teahouse where literati students in Jinling City liked to gather.
The children's examination was about to begin, but the literati in the teahouse said nothing about it, as if they didn't know about it at all. In fact, it's not that they don't know, but they don't bother to mention the imperial examination. To be precise, they simply ignored the imperial examination.
The literati students never talked about the imperial examinations, but only talked about Mr. Meng's previous articles and poems. After Mr. Meng passed away, they talked loudly about Mr. Meng's works, as if this was their respect for Mr. Meng.
If they really respect Mr. Meng, they should listen to his advice and take part in the upcoming imperial examination.
After the imperial court proposed the imperial examination, Mr. Meng wrote several articles and poems during his illness to praise the imperial examination and persuade students all over the world to actively participate in the imperial examination.
Usually, the literati in Jinling City are very fond of Mr. Meng's articles and poems, and even regard them as examples. However, they turned a blind eye to the articles and poems written by Mr. Meng about the imperial examinations and made no comments.
Mr. Meng originally planned to use his status as a great scholar to promote the imperial examination before he died. Unfortunately, his status as a great scholar did not work at this time. Only then did he realize that in the face of interests, he, a great scholar, was worthless and useless.
Before his death, he did not help at all, which made Mr. Meng pass away with regret. He always felt that he fell ill at the wrong time and died at the wrong time. If he could live a little longer, he would be able to help take charge of the imperial examinations, and many students would be able to take the imperial examinations.
When Zheng Xilin and Zhao Yao heard what Mr. Meng said, they made a tacit agreement not to tell him the truth. Even if the old man is in good health and is entrusted with the important task of taking charge of the imperial examination, the literati students in Jinling City will not take the imperial examination.
Zhao Yao sat in the teahouse for a while, listening to the literati boasting about Mr. Meng's works during his lifetime, and felt it was ironic and funny.
Unable to listen any longer, Zhao Yao took Song Jicai and the four of them out of the teahouse.
When I returned to the house, I found Zheng Xilin coming.
During this period of time, Zheng Xilin has been busy with other things and has no time to come to Zhao Yao and the others. Finally free today, he immediately came to see Zhao Yao and the others.
As soon as he saw Zhao Yao and the others, Zheng Xilin scolded them and asked them why they didn't leave Jinling.
After Zhao Yao and the others were scolded obediently, they hurriedly coaxed Zheng Xilin. It took them a long time to coax him.
Song Jicai and the others knew that Zheng Xilin had something to say to Zhao Yao, so they left wisely.
In the study, Zheng Xilin looked at Zhao Yao with a straight face and said nothing.
Zhao Yao blinked at him innocently, and then smiled at him flatteringly: "Uncle Third, don't you think I'm a good person?"
Zheng Xilin glared at Zhao Yao and said helplessly: "What do you want to do in Jinling?"
Zhao Yao said with a smile: "I just want to see what will happen to Jinling after Mr. Meng leaves."
"Do you know now?" Zheng Xilin asked in a sinister tone, "Has your curiosity been satisfied?"
Zhao Yao did not answer Zheng Xilin's question, but asked directly: "Third uncle, what are you doing in Jinling? If you want to save Mr. Meng's family, shouldn't you go to Runzhou Mansion?" In Jinling Mansion, There is no Meng family.
Zheng Xilin said expressionlessly: "I stay in Jinling City to take care of my own business."
Zhao Yao glanced at Zheng Xilin, and then a flash of light flashed in his mind. He asked with a look of surprise: "Third uncle, you are not staying in Jinling City to save the Meng family, but to fish out the mastermind behind the scenes." ?”
"This is not something you should care about." Zheng Xilin's eyes suddenly turned stern when he looked at Zhao Yao, and his tone became very serious, "You should leave Jinling as soon as possible."
Hearing what Zheng Xilin said, Zhao Yao was even more sure of his guess. His expression instantly became solemn, and his tone was full of worry: "Third Uncle, you will be in danger if you stay in Jinling City."
"Don't worry about me, I won't be in danger." Zheng Xilin said with a cold face, "If you continue to stay in Jinling, I will be in danger."
"Will my staying in Jinling bring you danger?" Zhao Yao first didn't understand what danger his staying in Jinling City would bring to Zheng Xilin. After all, he didn't do anything. Soon, he thought of it. "Because I am a prince?"
Seeing that Zhao Yao had thought about it, Zheng Xilin didn't say anything more.
"Now that you know it, leave as soon as possible."
Although Zhao Yao thought about it, he still didn't understand and asked with a puzzled face: "The officials in Jinling don't take me as a prince seriously at all. What danger can I bring to you?" When he came to Jinling, there was a man. It had been many months, and the officials of Jinling had not appeared in front of him from beginning to end, as if they did not know that he, the tenth prince, was in Jinling.
The officials and aristocratic families in Jinling ignored him as the tenth prince, and he didn't do anything. What trouble could he bring to the third uncle?
"You are the prince after all. If you continue to stay here, you might get involved in these things." Zheng Xilin said, "If you are really involved, you should know that the prince and the acting king will not care about your life or death. "
It's still stuck, it's still not smooth in writing, and my hair is almost pulled out (I'm holding my head and crying).
Although it is still a very short chapter, it is still updated.
Alas, I keep working hard, I have to find a way to write the plot smoothly, otherwise I will go bald.
