The news never comes early, the news never comes late, the news has to come at this time.
For a moment, Zhao Ding wanted to take a hammer and knock on Zhao Chongyuan's forehead to see what was inside.
What should he do now?
Hey, brother, please wait a moment and go in later. Let me ask you something first?
still.
Hey, Madam Shuyu, I see that you are destined to me, why don't you have a chat with me first?
Isn’t this a brain disease?
And even if he reveals his identity.
Not to mention that Da Qian has a clear law that strictly prohibits the prince from entering the brothel. Let's just say that Zhao Dingzhen showed his identity and forced himself to jump in line. It was nothing, but something will be reported.
Hey, you heard about it!
At that time, the ninth prince, King Yan, was jealous of others in Qinghefang and used his identity as a prince to snatch a famous prostitute from a brothel with a scholar.
Yes, yes, I heard about it.
That Ninth Prince was shameless that day. He clearly knew that he was not as good as others in terms of talent, but he still used his status to break up a couple who were destined to be together.
…
Thinking about these rumors and rumors, Zhao Ding felt a little headache.
Especially once this matter spreads out, not to mention whether the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty who were originally opposed to his reform of the Imperial Academy would make a fuss about this matter. It is also the old antiques in the Zongren Mansion who all day long talk about things according to their ancestors' family laws. Everyone would jump out and scold him Zhao Ding.
What the hell is this thing called!
Is this a test of my emergency response capabilities?
Zhao Ding has a toothache.
If you think about it carefully, it is really possible. Otherwise, how could his father, Zhao Chongyuan, know that he had already come to Qinghefang, and yet he was stuck at this moment, and then asked someone to tell Zhang San the news, and then convey it to him.
Zhao Ding just wanted to say this.
After I get the evidence, you see how I will enter the palace and make you bleed!
Anyway, Zhao Ding is not the only one who has benefited from the reform of the Imperial College. You, Zhao Chongyuan, have also benefited.
Originally, when it came to the father-son situation, I didn't want to argue.
Now.
Then let’s torture each other!
And at the same time on the other side.
In the palace, Zhao Chongyuan also received the news. Hearing the report from his subordinates, Zhao Chongyuan smiled happily.
He wanted to see how Zhao Ding could get the information he wanted in this situation without exposing the prince's identity.
…
"My lord, what should I do?"
Zhang San outside the door, watching Madam Shuyu enter and Zhao Ding walking out, felt a little anxious in his heart.
They came here just to get information.
As a result, it got stuck at this juncture.
It is indeed a bit difficult to handle.
Especially since his own prince is still a prince, and now he is on the cusp of the storm due to the Imperial College matter. The imperial court's civil and military impeachment memorials are being sent to the Chancellor's study in piles.
"Where's Huangfu Terrace?"
Zhao Ding raised his head and asked.
"The Huangfu Terrace has gone down, but there seems to be some trouble. The scholar surnamed Sun seems to have some relationship with the left minister of the household department at that time. The old bustard of Qinghefang didn't dare to offend, so he froze there."
Zhang San ran downstairs and listened for a while, then ran up quickly and looked at Zhao Ding panting.
"What about the informant who gave you the information before?"
Zhao Ding asked again.
"I haven't even seen that person. I got this news from a turtle slave in Qinghefang."
Zhang San scratched his head in embarrassment.
Damn, it really is.
Zhao cursed reassuringly.
He glanced uncertainly at the room, which was bustling with people and guests preparing to disperse.
Especially looking at the back of the young man named Sun, who was led down by the maid and walked towards the living room outside the lady's boudoir in Shuyu.
Zhao Ding suddenly frowned.
"By the way, what is the name of this Snow Blossom Book Apartment?"
"What do you call it?"
Listening to Zhao Ding's words, Zhang San frowned subconsciously, touched his forehead and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be called the combination of talent and beauty!"
"Both talented and beautiful?"
Zhao Ding murmured to himself.
"Go find a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
Zhang San shouted and ran downstairs.
Not long after, I came back with a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Although Qinghefang is also a brothel, since it is a place mainly for performing arts, arty things like pens, inks, paper and inkstones are naturally indispensable.
Zhao Ding took Zhang San and ran directly into the wine room just now. He stood on the desk where Xue Xue played the piano before and cleared a large space with a single stroke.
Pulling Zhang San away: "I read it, you write it."
Zhang San did not hesitate, sitting upright and holding the pen in a tacit understanding.
Zhao Ding said quickly: "The water essence is like a wishful jade chain, and Caicheng is in danger, so don't lose your face."
Zhang San's pen moves like flying, and he writes cursive script with a unique character.
Just kidding, as Zhao Ding’s second tool, Zhang San’s cursive handwriting is not as good as Hu San’s, but he can still use it!
Zhao Ding continued to chant: "The red blooming cherries contain white snow, and the sound of heartbreak sings the sun."
Zhang San didn't write. He was stunned, as if he was petrified, and he muttered to himself and repeated the last two sentences.
"Write quickly!"
Zhao Ding pushed.
Zhang Sanru woke up from a dream and quickly finished writing the poem that Zhao Ding had just read with a sullen face.
Then I listened to Zhao Ding continue to talk:
"Nothing can be done about missing each other during the day, but the city is constantly passing by at night.
I only know that when spring comes, I will lose weight, but I don’t know that when spring comes, I will lose weight alone. "
After finishing the seven-character poem, Zhang San looked at Zhao Ding in astonishment and said, "My lord, can you still write poetry?"
"Your prince, I know a lot of things!"
Zhao Ding rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to Zhang San.
Then he asked Zhang San to write on the top of the rice paper, "Two Poems from Qinghefang to Blooming Snow" in five big characters.
After seeing Zhang San finish writing.
Zhao Ding quickly pulled the rice paper, dried the ink on it, called his maid, and said, "Give this poem to Mrs. Xue Xue and go and do it immediately. I told you that Huangfu Ming is waiting here."
"I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate."
The maid was a little unhappy when she saw this.
Zhao Ding naturally understood. After reaching out and taking out a piece of silver from his sleeve, the maid immediately smiled happily and ran towards the room holding the rice paper.
…
In the master bedroom, four stacks of screens block the bathtub, and steam lingers on the beams.
Outside the screen.
Lady Shuyu was sitting on the dressing table, the thin veil on her face had been removed, revealing a beautiful and delicate face.
She has a fair face with oval seeds, a thin and rosy mouth, big and lively eyes, and a nose that is not as small as ordinary women, but straight and straight. Under this, the facial features appear to be particularly three-dimensional, particularly delicate and beautiful.
There is a kind of exquisite beauty.
At the same time, she also has a three-dimensional sense like a mixed-race beauty. Even at a glance, she has a charm that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Even compared to Xiao Yunu, it is no worse.
Slender and white, boneless fingers gently caressed the bun, removing each piece of jewelry, and the black hair hung down, making her even more charming.
At the same time, it adds a sense of delicateness.
A maid stood beside the dressing table, holding a wooden box. While praising Lady Shuyu's beauty, she whispered: "Master Sun, you are already waiting in the tea room next door. I heard from the guests outside that this Master Sun's ancestor He is a bachelor of the Wenhua Palace, reaching the second rank. Even in this era, his family knowledge is still profound.
It is said that you will go to the Imperial College to study in a few days. By then, my wife, you will definitely be able to rise to the top and become the wife of an official. "
PS: Seven thousand seven hundred words, almost four chapters, don’t say I’m short!
