Zhu Ping'an and the others were proud of the spring breeze and marched all the way to Xu Jie's mansion. They passed by West Chang'an Street on the way. The Yan Mansion Gate on West Chang'an Street was still busy with traffic and crowded. Zhu Ping'an briefly told Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen about the last time he won the Huiyuan lottery and was invited to a banquet by Yan Shifan. He mainly talked about how he was made things difficult for everyone in Yan's mansion and how little Comrade Ouyang "showed his prowess". As for the matter, as for the fact that I accidentally saw Yan Lan, the second lady of the Yan family, taking a bath, I will skip it with the Spring and Autumn style.
"Hahaha, no wonder there are rumors in the capital recently that there will be an unfair selection of candidates in this year's test. Many people have good sense and say that the second place in the test is far more talented than the first place, Hui Yuan. It turns out that it was the Yan Mansion who made a fool of this banquet. That second place Ouyang Zishi is the nephew of Yan Song, and it is normal for the Yan family to act like this to make Ouyang Zishi famous!" Zhang Siwei glanced at the bustling Yan family house and smiled disdainfully.
"A nest of snakes and rats..." Wang Shizhen was equally disdainful of Yan Mansion.
"Yes, the deputy examiner of this examination, Yan Maoqing, is a backbone of the Yan Party. It seems that Yan Maoqing's appointment as the examiner of this examination has something to do with Yan Song. It seems that he plans to take Ouyang Zishi as the member of the examination. The agency has calculated that Tai I was smart, but I didn’t expect that you were killed by Zi Hou and took away Hui Yuan. My plan failed, and I was afraid that I would blame you. I heard that Yan Shifan is not a good person, he is ruthless and cunning, and his great purpose does not justify the means. Zi Hou, you are fine. Bar?"
Zhang Siwei touched his chin and thought for a moment, then figured out the whole story clearly, and then looked at Zhu Pingan with some worry and asked.
Wang Shizhen took action and raised and lowered her hands on Zhu Pingan to see if Zhu Pingan was injured. She was worried that Zhu Pingan was plotted or overtly plotted by Yan Shifan and others at the last Yan Mansion banquet.
"Stop...stop, I'm fine." Zhu Ping'an quickly avoided Wang Shizhen's hands, and his goosebumps trembled when he was touched. He had no hobby of picking up soap.
"They want Ouyang Zishi to be famous. I just want to satisfy them. It's just a false name." Zhu Pingan doesn't care about fame at all.
"Alas, Zihou is wronged. Zihou is quick and talented in writing. When he arrived at the dragon's den in Yan's Mansion, the situation forced him to make Ouyang Zihou the most beautiful scholar. He felt wronged." Wang Shizhenjue's Zhu Ping'an was comforting the two of them. . He sighed and felt aggrieved for Zhu Ping'an.
Well
You guys really think too much, I really didn't take it seriously. Zhu Pingan looked at Wang Shizhen who seemed to feel the same way, and didn't know what to say.
The three of them walked from the residence of Yan Song, the chief minister of the cabinet, to the street. At the intersection, turn right and cross two streets to reach Huaishu Hutong. The third house along the Huaishu Hutong is the residence of Xu Jie, the Minister of Rites. Xu Jie's residence is also the residence of ordinary officials. Although it is impressive, it is far from Yan Song's mansion.
When Zhu Ping'an and the others arrived in front of Xu Jie's mansion, several students happened to come out of Xu's mansion together. Zhu Ping'an and the other three slightly bowed their hands to a few people, and these people also bowed their hands in return and nodded. These people had also just paid a visit to Xu Jie.
Arriving at the gate of Xu Mansion, Zhu Ping'an and the other three handed the disciples' tattoos and salutes to the concierge, and waited at the door for the concierge to pass the message.
It didn't take long for the concierge to invite Zhu Ping'an and the others into the mansion. A man who looked like a steward led Zhu Ping'an and the others into the Xu Mansion. They walked around the small garden and passed through a corridor to the front hall of the Xu Mansion. The steward stood in front of the hall. Zhu Ping'an and the others are asked to enter by themselves.
Zhu Pingan and the others entered the front hall and saw Xu Jie sitting on the main seat. In Zhu Pingan's eyes, Xu Jie was a very kind uncle, about forty years old, and very fair. He doesn't look tall, and the smile on his face gives people a very friendly feeling.
Sitting in the main seat, it must be Xu Jie.
"Disciple Zhu Ping'an (Zhang Siwei) (Wang Shizhen) pays homage to his master."
Zhu Ping'an and the other three entered the front hall, knelt down in the manner of disciples greeting their master, and said in unison that they would greet their master. With both hands respectful and straight, he once again presented a fully folded disciple's thorn. You have to kneel when you are under others. Zhu Pingan, who was kneeling on the ground, slandered the evil feudal society in his heart, but of course he was still very respectful on the outside.
"You are all the future pillars of the country. No need to be polite, please get up quickly." Xu Jie stood up from his seat. He walked up to Zhu Pingan and others and stretched out his hand to help them.
"Thank you, Master."
After thanking Xu Jie, Zhu Pingan was the first to get up, followed by Zhang Siwei, and finally Wang Shizhen.
When he stood up, Zhu Ping'an swept around the front hall. Besides Xu Jie, there were two other people in the front hall. One of them he knew, and the other was the first time he met. The man he met was the most powerful man in the Ming Dynasty. He was Yang Jisheng, whom he had met when he first entered the capital. Just like the first time he met him, Yang Jisheng was sitting there in a dark blue cloth robe, looking upright. Like an edged sword. But at this time, Yang Jisheng looked very worried.
When Zhu Pingan stood up first, Yang Jisheng recognized Zhu Pingan. He was slightly surprised and nodded slightly to Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Pingan also nodded and returned the courtesy.
In addition to Yang Jisheng, there is another person in the front hall. If Yang Jisheng is a sharp sword, then this person is like a city, unfathomable.
In fact, when he met Wang Shizhen and Zhang Siwei, Zhu Pingan felt that the two were standard handsome guys, and they could definitely act in idol dramas in modern times. But compared to the man sitting in the front hall, he was still a little inferior.
This man should be the most handsome person Zhu Pingan has seen since he came to Ming Dynasty. To describe him as a handsome man is not enough. His black hair is combed into a neat bun on the top of his head, and is set in an exquisite white jade crown. He has a tall nose, thin lips, slanted sword eyebrows, deep eyes, impeccable facial features, and a handsome short black beard. , the whole person gives people a majestic feeling, and he looks like a person who has achieved great things at first glance, and his leadership style is faintly revealed.
However, it feels like this man has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he probably pays great attention to grooming. His hair is combed very neatly, and not a single hair is messy; his clothes also look like they are brand new, and there is a hair all over his body. There are no pleats at all. You must know that this guy is sitting down, but there is no pleat at all. It’s not obsessive-compulsive disorder or something.
The strange thing is that Zhu Pingan's first impression of this man was that he was very dignified and unfathomable.
This feeling is very strange. I felt this way when I saw him for the first time, but I couldn't help it. Things were just so strange. This was the signal reflected by my brain when I saw this person for the first time.
"You are all talented people. Stop standing and sit down to talk." After Xu Jie waited for Zhu Pingan and others to stand up, he waved his hand for Zhu Pingan and others to take their seats.
"Thank you, Master."
Zhu Ping'an and the other two quickly thanked them and then sat on the chairs at the bottom of the front hall. Zhu Pingan was sitting closest to the person. After sitting down, he smelled a faint scent of powder. He moved his nose slightly and determined that it was coming from the person next to him.
Uh, no, it’s just about being handsome and paying attention to grooming, but you even put on balm?
If it weren't for the majestic and majestic demeanor of this man, Zhu Ping'an would have almost ordered a curry for this man in his heart. (To be continued.)
