In fact, what Hakka said is absolutely correct. Wei Zhongxian's real name was Li Jinzhong. He was an out-and-out street gangster who idled around every day and did not do his job. Later, because he owed money to others and had no other choice, he took the sword and became a eunuch from the palace.
At that time, Wei Zhongxian was just a little-known eunuch, responsible for serving the great eunuch Wei Chao, and the Hakka family and the Wei Chao had a close relationship. It was through this relationship that Wei Zhongxian got to know the Hakka family.
From then on, the Hakka family liked the new and disliked the old, and had a special liking for Wei Zhongxian, gradually neglecting the Wei Dynasty, so much so that the two later directly killed the Wei Dynasty together.
So it can be said that without the help of the Hakka family, Wei Zhongxian would still be just a little eunuch serving others, and he would not be the nine thousand years old he is today.
It's just that Wei Zhongxian has a high position now. Although he doesn't know a single Chinese character, he still became the eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch of the ceremony, and his subordinates are in charge of the appalling Jinyi Weidong Factory, so the Hakka family has nothing to do with Wei Zhongxian.
At this time, he remembered Wei Zhongxian's words just now, and couldn't help but become even more curious about Lin Ping'an. She secretly thought in her heart:
"It means that he and Yan Xiaoxiao entered the palace together yesterday. It seems that he has something to do with the night watchman, but he is obviously just a teenager. How could he have anything to do with the famous flower director? Woolen cloth?"
This made Hakka puzzled, but she didn't dare to have any thoughts about Lin Ping'an anymore. After all, the flower dean was a master who was not easy to mess with. Even Wei Zhongxian was very afraid of this person. She Although she is a holy lady, if she really offends this person, she will definitely cause endless troubles.
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Lin Pingan and Wang Heng walked out of the palace together. Wang Heng stared at the box in Lin Pingan's hand several times, and finally couldn't help but said:
"Mr. Dean, our entire hospital almost took the blame for you. Should I say this or not?"
Lin Pingan glanced at him, silently opened the box in his hand, took out a string of pearls and stuffed it into the other person's hand, and then said:
"Now you should think clearly about whether to say it or not."
Wang Heng nodded and sighed: "I am really tired from last night's hard work. I am going to go back and take a nap. I am forgetful and forget everything after a nap."
It was already noon when Lin Pingan returned to the other courtyard. Yan Xiaoxiao had been very active recently and ran to the other courtyard early in the morning, so at this moment she saw Lin Pingan and the box in Lin Pingan's hand.
This surprised her very much. She looked at Lin Pingan and asked:
"Didn't you go to Xian'an Palace to see a doctor? Why are you holding such a box in your hand?"
Hearing this, Lin Pingan said angrily:
"She is not sick. It's just because we forgot about her when we delivered the perfume yesterday, so she lied about having a headache and deliberately made things difficult for me."
When Yan Xiaoxiao heard this, she immediately became angry and shouted:
"I give them to whomever I like. Why is she angry? Besides, I never got my flowers back from Xian'an Palace. Why should I give them to her?"
"Yeah, why?"
Lin Ping'an said helplessly: "Just because I am the Holy Lady now, I am the master of Xian'an Palace."
"so what?"
Yan Xiaoxiao curled her lips and said, "I won't buy her fault."
"Yes, you are the famous Zhuqueyan Xiaoxiao in the capital, but I am just a small director of the Tai Hospital. And there are so many doctors in his Tai Hospital. It is impossible for them to follow me because of this matter. Get implicated.”
Yan Xiaoxiao was silent when she heard this. Lin Ping'an was right. She could ignore Keshi, but others really couldn't.
"Then how did you deal with him today?"
Yan Xiaoxiao pointed to the box in Lin Ping'an's hand and asked, "Did she also give you a gift?"
Lin Pingan nodded: "I just promised to give her a few bottles of perfume, and then she gave me a box of gifts."
After saying this, he threw the box aside, not bothering to take a closer look at what was inside.
Yan Xiaoxiao took out a plain white invitation card from her arms and handed it to Lin Ping'an, saying: "It's for you."
Lin Ping'an took the invitation suspiciously, opened it and frowned.
"Bamboo Garden Poetry Club? Jiang Xingzhou?"
He murmured in his mouth, with a look of surprise on his face.
Regarding Jiang Xingzhou, Lin Pingan remembered that the girl from Tongqing Tower once mentioned this person in front of him. He was one of the four great talents in the capital, as famous as Liu Wushuang, Wei Wuya, and Song Zhice. At that time, he was still very famous. It’s strange that there are no records of these four figures in history.
"This Jiang Xingzhou and I have never met before. Why did you invite me to participate in some Zhuyuan poetry meeting?"
Lin Ping'an looked at Yan Xiaoxiao and asked in confusion.
Yan Xiaoxiao explained after hearing this:
"The Bamboo Garden was founded by four talented people in the capital who imitated the Donglin Academy. These four people were indifferent to fame and wealth, and did not seek fame and fame, but sought to study. Therefore, many scholars gathered there to talk about books, discuss Taoism, and judge current affairs. It was very similar to the things of the past. Due to the style of Lin Academy, it gradually became a place where scholars in the capital flocked to, especially those with unappreciated talents, who lived directly in the Bamboo Garden.
Every spring, they hold a poetry conference in the Bamboo Garden. The poem you wrote has now spread throughout the capital, so it is reasonable for the four great talents to invite you to participate in the poetry conference. "
After listening to Yan Xiaoxiao's explanation, Lin Ping'an nodded. He looked at Jiang Xingzhou's three words and asked, "Are you familiar with this Jiang Xingzhou?"
Yan Xiaoxiao immediately shook her head and said: "He is good friends with Murong Lie. Murong Lie is not in the capital, so I can only invite you."
Lin Ping'an knew that Yan Xiaoxiao spent a lot of time with Murong Lie when she was a child, and the two had a deep relationship, so she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at this moment.
He studied medicine in his previous life, so he didn't know anything about poetry. The poem he gave to Xu Fo was just a prostitute for Nalan Xingde, a great poet in the Qing Dynasty. If he really went to the Zhuyuan to talk about poetry, I'm afraid It will be revealed immediately.
So he thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I'd better not go. I'm the director of Tai Hospital and I'm not a scholar. I'm afraid I will make people laugh if I go."
"That won't work!"
Yan Xiaoxiao said categorically: "I have already told them that you are my little brother, and I also said that your poetry is unparalleled in the world, so you must go."
Invincible? Do you think this is a martial arts conference... Lin Ping'an rolled his eyes at the other party angrily. Just when he was thinking of making up a reason not to go, Sylvia Lin's voice came from beside him:
"I think the young master should go."
She looked at Lin Pingan and said: "We business people value connections the most. This poetry meeting is a good opportunity, you can't miss it."
After saying this, she looked at Yan Xiaoxiao and asked: "Will there be women participating in the poetry meeting?"
"Of course."
Yan smiled and nodded and said: "All the famous families will participate. Since there are talented people, of course there will be talented women. It is said that the palace will also send people to observe."
Hearing this, Sylvia Lin was immediately overjoyed. She said to Lin Pingan: "In that case, Sister Xiaoxiao and I will go with you. When the time comes, you will write poems, and Sister Xiaoxiao and I will go around to sell the perfume. , wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?”
Lin Ping'an was a little helpless. Of the two girls in front of him, one had already told a big story, and the other was only thinking about making money. It seemed that he would be in trouble if he didn't go.
So he could only nod his head, but secretly said in his heart: "If it doesn't work out, I will have to prostitute Master Nanan for nothing again."
