Zhang Ren ran panting all the way to the Qinhuai River. Although the moon was already in the sky, the excitement here could only be considered the beginning.
After all, today we are running for the first place to be the Liuli Oiran, so the place in the Songzhu Pavilion is even more lively.
Zhang Ren had to squeeze through the crowd for a long time before finally reaching the door of Songzhu Pavilion.
"Master Ren, Master Ren, please come over here quickly."
Zhang Ren looked up and saw that the person on the steps was calling him.
Zhang Ren had some impression of this person. Although he didn't know his name, he knew that this person was Fu Rang's study boy.
Zhang Ren spent another long time before finally squeezing his way to the side of the book boy. He said, "It's so late and you're still waiting for me. Thank you."
In Zhang Ren's eyes, he never divides people into three, six or nine grades, otherwise he wouldn't like chatting with Yuan Bao.
But Zhang Ren's polite words were enough to give Fu Rang's book boy great psychological satisfaction. The book boy could feel that Zhang Ren respected him from the bottom of his heart, without any pretense or performance.
But the book boy is just a book boy after all. The class barriers in this era are very strong and cannot be broken casually. Although the book boy is grateful to Zhang Ren, he will never dare to break the rules.
Just listen to the book boy say: "I can't bear what Master Ren said. Come in quickly. My young master has already taken a seat and is waiting for you."
Zhang Ren didn't show any pretense and followed the book boy into the Songzhu Pavilion.
A stage has been set up in the middle of the Songzhu Pavilion, and the girls from the pavilion are performing songs and dances on it. Although the girls usually do business, they have added a bit of talent and temperament compared to later generations. They wave their flowing sleeves, She danced gracefully to the melodious music of the piano, displaying the woman's beauty to the fullest. There were many people crowded around on the three floors inside and outside. Following the wonderful music and dance steps, they applauded from time to time.
Fu Rang, as the top noble son of the Ming Dynasty, naturally cannot squeeze in like others.
He booked a table next to the railing on the second floor. It was a perfect place to have a panoramic view of the scene on the first floor, and it was not as crowded as the first floor.
Zhang Ren was taken upstairs and sat down next to Fu Rang. He first stretched his head to look at the table below, and then said, "Brother Fu, please wait."
Fu Rang smiled and shook his head, saying: "I have just arrived. Are you a little confused and infatuated? Are you thinking about beauties? I see that you are so dusty and you haven't even combed your hair."
Zhang Ren is usually very narcissistic. After hearing what Fu Rang said, he quickly smoothed his hair and explained: "I caught a few bad guys before coming here, so my hair will inevitably be messy."
Fu Rang smiled helplessly and joked: "Brother Ren beat Xu Zengshou last time when he wanted to catch the bad guy. Not only did he offend King Yan, but he also made his brother miserable."
Zhang Ren looked embarrassed and quickly poured himself a glass of wine and said, "It's all my fault. It caused Brother Fu to suffer so much, so I'll do it first as a courtesy!"
After Zhang Ren finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup.
Fu Rang naturally followed him for a drink, and after he drank it all, he said again: "It doesn't matter what you suffer, the key point is that I am forced to side with you, I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."
Zhang Ren was puzzled by this. Fu Rang said this last time, why did he say it again this time?
I didn't ask him out last time, so I have to ask him clearly this time.
"Which team are you taking? I didn't quite understand what Third Brother Fu said." Zhang Ren asked directly.
But Fu Rang smiled and shook his head and said, "You, you, you are usually called Little Zhuge, but you are still here pretending to be confused with me?"
Although he didn't want to ruin his character, Zhang Ren was a little confused. After weighing it, he decided to ask for details.
"I really don't understand, and I would like to ask Third Brother Fu to enlighten me." Zhang Ren said.
Fu Rang saw that Zhang Ren's expression didn't seem to be fake, and asked softly: "Brother Ren, you really don't know?"
Zhang Ren nodded firmly.
After receiving a positive reply, Fu Rang approached Zhang Ren and whispered, "Brother Ren has always been on good terms with His Royal Highness, the Emperor Sun?"
Zhang Ren nodded and said: "You are talking about Yun Wen. When he was bullied by King Yan, I rescued him. After that, our relationship became very good."
Fu Rang said: "Yes, you two have a good relationship, so you side with Zhu Yunwen. Brother Ren and I also have a close relationship, so of course we have to side with each other."
Zhang Ren still didn't understand this, so he asked: "What kind of team is this so-called team?"
Fu Rang pointed to the sky with his index finger and said softly: "This is their royal position."
This answer confused Zhang Ren even more, and he asked: "Shouldn't that position belong to the prince in the future? After a hundred years, that position will naturally belong to Yun Wen, so why should we stand on which team?"
Fu Rang shook his head and said, "Didn't Brother Ren find out? Before becoming friends with you, His Royal Highness didn't even have a single friend in James's residence."
Zhang Ren thought about it and found out that it was really like that. Even though Zhang Ren and Zhu Yunwen were at the same table at the beginning, Zhang Ren tried to talk to Zhu Yunwen several times, but all he got was indifference. At that time, Zhang Ren didn't think much about it. Now If you think about it carefully, it does seem a bit unusual.
Seeing that Zhang Ren finally discovered the key, Fu Rang continued: "Your Majesty has more than one grandson, and the prince has more than one son."
This amount of information can be described as huge. In Zhang Ren's historical understanding, he felt that Zhu Yunwen was like the natural successor to the emperor. He had never thought that besides King Yan, anyone else in the world would compete with Zhu Yunwen.
Zhang Ren looked at Fu Rang and said, "Brother Fu, can you elaborate in more detail?"
Fu Rang said: "It doesn't matter, these words today can come out of my mouth and into your ears. You must not let a third person know."
As Fu Rang spoke, he moved to Zhang Ren's side and lowered his voice as much as possible: "The prince also has a son named Zhu Yunxi. His mother is Princess Jingyi. He is the proper legitimate descendant. From then on, He was granted the title of Prince at birth, and his family background was quite prominent. His father was King Zhongwu of Kaiping and Duke of E, Chang Shaobao. Although he had been dead for many years, his disciples and old officials were still all over the army. Not only that, your uncle’s immediate superior, General Lan, who is mopping up the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty outside the pass, is Zhu Yunxi’s great-uncle!”
General Lan aside, Zhang Ren couldn't understand the series of titles Fu Rang mentioned. However, he knew one ruthless man named Chang, and it must be Chang Yuchun who didn't run away. Chang Yuchun's grandson competed with Zhu Yunwen for the throne, and he was still a direct descendant. There was no chance at all. So how did Zhu Yunwen succeed to the throne in history?
Unexpectedly, Fu Rang changed the subject and continued: "However, neither His Majesty nor the Crown Prince has decided on a clear successor, so His Royal Highness is not totally without a chance. We have to make an agreement first, and I can come to you in the future. I will help His Majesty the Emperor and Grandson within the scope of my ability, but it is only in my personal name and has absolutely nothing to do with my family. After all, my father is also a very human minister, so there is really no need to get involved."
