As long as I can show my talents in public and let Mr. An Xiaohou know that having me under his command will be beneficial to the King of Jin in his fight for the throne, the King of Jin will naturally do his best to preserve my reputation.
He no longer wanted to obey his uncle's instructions and let others flatten and round him.
Watching Ning Wuyan become the guest of Mr. An Xiaohou, enjoying great glory, he had to apologize and lost all face.
Whether it is one hundred thousand taels, or the title of Poet Immortal.
It's all his!
…
Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Tianzihao Room.
Zhou An sat in front of the railing, looking at the Jinling City where the lights were on after dark. He took a deep breath of the powdery smell floating around, and a playful smile appeared on his face: "It is indeed the most economically prosperous Jinling City. The doors are not closed at night, and the capital city is far inferior to it."
Zhou Jingxian would choose to settle here because she might not only be chasing Qin Fenglan and Cheng Yi to come to Jiangnan to find talents for her father, but also want to win over some wealthy businessmen from Jiangnan to provide financial support.
"Jinling is great! Jiangnan's tax revenue comes out of Jinling, and people are drunk and intoxicated all day long."
Su Rui, the governor in charge of Jiangnan Province, was a protégé of the emperor who was single-handedly promoted by the emperor's grandfather. The prefect of Jinling was a Qingguijiangyan who never formed cliques for personal gain.
It is indeed the place that Grandpa Huang values most.
It seemed like there was really nothing to do except get to know more talented people, beauties and local wealthy businessmen.
"Master Huang, the man named Ye Tongpan at the dinner party, I remember that his family, the Ye family, seems to be one of the three rich businessmen in Jinling?"
Under the control of the King of Jin, Mr. Huang, who had just been promoted from being an inspector to being the governor of the south of the Yangtze River, agreed flatteringly: "The little marquis is right, Ye Tongpan bought the official from a lower official. These two Over the years, it has been a custom to pay tribute to the prince one hundred thousand taels of silver every year."
One hundred thousand taels of silver, placed in the court, would allow six ministers to compete for the money.
Even in Zhou An's eyes, it is by no means a small number.
"You are good at understanding people, and the Ye family is also willing to share the worries of the father. Please tell me, is the poet Ning Wuhao he mentioned tonight really capable of defeating Xu Jidao?"
Mentioning Xu Jidao, Zhou An smiled on the surface, but a dark light flashed in his eyes.
As a poet who can only show off his words, he doesn't want to bow down to his father, let alone enter the palace to teach these princes and grandsons.
Zhou An doesn't think this person has such ambitions, he just thinks that this person is just trying to gain fame.
If there really is someone who can replace Xu Jidao and become the Poet Immortal in Grandpa Huang's eyes.
When Grandpa Huang no longer attaches importance to the surname Xu, he will be able to vent his anger.
"This..." Mr. Huang tried hard to choose his words, but for a moment he didn't know where to start, and seemed extremely embarrassed.
Seeing this, Zhou An smiled knowingly: "It seems that the title of Ning Wuchang, the biggest idiot in Jinling, is really hard for Mr. Huang to talk about."
"Since the Little Marquis knows this person's experience, he should know that whether this person's identity as a Poet Immortal is true or not has yet to be verified." Mr. Huang felt that Ye Tongpan did something a little bit in order to seize the opportunity for the Little Marquis' arrival. impatient.
But if it really comes true, it will indeed be of great benefit to King Jin.
Zhou An saw that Mr. Huang didn't have much hope that Ning Wuchang was a Shixian, but he became interested.
"As a Poet Immortal, how can I be questioned by others? On the day of the Gathering of Immortals, I will definitely let the Poet King and the Poet Immortal compete with each other to see whether the former wave is stronger or the latter wave will overtake the former wave. Die on the beach.”
Master Huang was shocked by Zhou An's provocative attitude.
Beat the front wave to death on the beach?
It seems that the young marquis has great hopes for Ning Wuyang. If Ning Wuyang fails to live up to the expectations of the young marquis, there will be no doubt about his identity as a Shixian.
Whether you can get out of Xiaoxiang Pavilion alive is a question.
But Mr. Huang did not sympathize with Ning Wuyan.
Ning Wuhuang was one of Ye Tongpan's pawns who expressed his loyalty to the King of Jin. He didn't know how Ye Tongpan conquered a poet who was even more powerful as a poet by King Xu Shi himself.
But now that Ning Wuyan is on this boat, if he has the ability, he can ride the wind and waves with them.
If he had no ability and was kicked off the ship halfway, it would be Ning Wuyan's bad fate.
"Little Marquis, this person seems to be only outstanding in poetry, but there are other difficulties in climbing up to the fourth floor..."
"Xu Jidao said that the Poet Immortal is stronger than the Poet King. If he is not as good as Xu Jidao in other aspects, either Xu Jidao lied or Ning Wuhou deceived everyone. What does it have to do with the problem?"
Zhou An sneered indifferently.
He is the chess player in this chess game, and he only cares about seeing the final result, whether it is a living piece or an abandoned piece, it is all Ning Wuhuang's personal destiny.
As long as he was alive, he took great pains to control it.
Abandoning his son was also caused by Xu Jidao.
He wanted to see if Ning Wuchang's blood was spilled on the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, who would dare to take on a more famous name than Xu Jidao, the Poet King from now on.
If not, then only Xu Jidao in the world can be worthy of being the royal gentleman who teaches poetry to the royal children!
At that time, if Xu Jidao refused Grandpa Huang again, it would be the crime of contempt for the monarch!
…
Five days in a row.
What woke Ning Wuchang was not the big rooster next door, but the loud sound of reading outside the alley. It suddenly seemed like he was back in the sprint stage before the big exam, and the entire Jinling City was filled with a tense study atmosphere.
"If you sharpen your weapon in battle, you will lose your happiness if you are not happy."
Ning Wuyan took advantage of the hot atmosphere and made a special effort. While placing the weapons returned by Ye Tongpan's officers in the yard to bask in the sun, he began to practice his marksmanship.
In ancient times, when common people were nothing more than nothing, being white was extremely restrictive.
He wanted to become a scholar in the autumn examination. Memorizing a few poems alone would not suffice, let alone a prestigious title like Juren.
Therefore, he planned to participate in another round of martial arts examinations and come back as a martial arts examination candidate.
At least you don't have to bow to the official again, and if you go to the Yamen to file a lawsuit one day, you don't have to suffer thirty bans first.
He practiced a set of marksmanship for two quarters of an hour, until he was exhausted, and he stopped.
"The ginseng sent by Ye Changlong is indeed useful. After soaking it in water and drinking it for a few days, my strength has recovered a lot."
If he keeps going like this, it won't take long for his body to return to its peak condition, and if he masters some martial arts skills, passing the test won't be a problem.
After practicing martial arts, I had breakfast.
Ning Wuyan opened the door and took off the six-character wooden sign on the wall.
In the past five days, Mr. An Xiaohou has done a good job in promoting the gathering of talents. At the moment, all the students are staying at home to sharpen their guns, so naturally they will not disturb him...
"Master Ning, I finally waited until you were delisted."
Ning Wuyan was startled by the old man's voice. He turned around and looked at the master and servant, an old man and a young man. He couldn't help but admire the old man's persistence.
Just for the sake of an allusion, I get up early every morning and clock in in front of his house.
The big oranges at home are all familiar with their scent and are no longer wary of visitors.
"Good morning, sir, have you eaten?" Ning Wuyang greeted him familiarly.
Xu Jidao stroked his beard and smiled: "After eating, where is Mr. Ning?"
"I've just finished eating. If you, sir, came to me specifically to discuss poetry, and I happen to be free today, why don't you go inside and talk?"
Facing Ning Wuyan's active invitation, Xu Jidao's hesitation for even a moment was a sign of disrespect for each other. He didn't even bother to speak, and already stepped forward with his legs.
This is the first time Xu Jidao has entered the lobby of Ping An Medical Center.
In the empty lobby, there were only pens, ink, paper, inkstones and a contract document on the counter.
After Xu Jidao glanced at it, he asked in surprise: "What is perfume? What does it have to do with incense?"
“Perfume is scented water and is easier to use than incense.”
Ning Wuyan's simple answer made Xu Jidao stop asking any more questions. He picked up a pen and wrote "Eight Hundred Miles Under His Command" on the straw paper, dried the ink and sent it over.
"May I ask what the allusion is to this?"
