Lu Qian stared blankly as Fu'an said this and then stepped forward with a smile to answer the knight's question.
After that, he quickly followed the knight and strode away. Lu Qian was stunned for a long time before he murmured.
"Your Highness King Yan..." This His Highness King Yan is the half-brother of today's son. He has no talent or distinction and has always been very low-key.
Why did he suddenly pop up secretly and become the master of this young high-ranking scholar with an unparalleled reputation in Tokyo?
This really made Lu Qian feel strange, but it was just strange.
After all, for today's Song Dynasty, there are still strange things, not less than this.
In a short time, Fu An came to the low-key and luxurious carriage that he had seen countless times.
He glanced at Yang Jian, who was standing next to the carriage with some confusion, with a strange expression on his face, and then saluted the carriage.
"I'm here to meet Your Highness. Why did Your Highness call me here?"
The curtain of the carriage was not opened, but an indifferent and almost indifferent voice of inquiry came from inside the carriage.
"What is your young master doing there?"
As a confidant of his own young master, Fu An had already found out from the young master his purpose of going here every day.
Although he didn't quite understand that His Highness Prince Yan was asking this question, he still answered honestly.
"Go back to your highness, my young master is teaching the teacher and girl how to sing opera in the building."
"..." In an instant, there was deathly silence inside and outside the carriage.
Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Ji, an official with a cold face, turned stiff and even scratched his ears with his fingers.
Yang Jian, who was standing next to the carriage, immediately became furious. Your son, who was still a child, actually taught opera singing to the number one courtesan in Goulan in the Song Dynasty?
Do you think everyone has a brain problem, or do you think you can make officials believe you by making up such a poor excuse?
"Your young master can sing?"
Yang Jian could not wait for the voice of inquiry coming from the carriage. As a close eunuch of the official family, he naturally had the responsibility and obligation to ask the most surprising questions to everyone.
Fu'an shook his head as if it was a matter of course, and then said with a proud look on his face.
"Of course my son can't sing, but he can teach."
"What he teaches is not just ordinary singing, but something called singing and dancing. Yes, it's called a musical."
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Zhao Ji, an official, appeared quietly outside the attic, raised his head, and stared blankly above.
At this moment, a faint sigh came from the attic, and then, the music started, and just a few beats passed.
Zhao Ji heard the voice of his beloved disciple Gao Zhang, who seemed a little angry and young.
"Stop, stop the music, Lu Qi, what's wrong with you today? You danced well yesterday. Why don't your eyes and dance moves match up well today?"
"And Miss Shishi, I'm not talking about you. Since you want to perform by yourself, please pay attention and don't sigh too seriously."
"You don't need your sigh to be heard by the audience. What is needed is your expression, eyes, and actions to let the audience understand your emotional expression..."
Hearing the commanding voice of his beloved disciple coming from the attic, the corners of official Zhao Ji's mouth slightly raised subconsciously.
But soon, he controlled himself again. Yang Jian on the side came closer and asked the official Zhao Ji with his eyes.
I only saw the official Zhao Ji raising his hand, shaking it slowly but surely, and then quietly turned around and walked towards the outside of the house.
The group of people retreated outside the house. Official Zhao Ji glanced at Fu'an and others, showed a gentle smile and nodded slightly.
"Fu'an, let your young master know that I won't disturb Miss Shishi's performance. Also, don't let Miss Shishi know that I have been here."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will report to the young master when he comes out. In addition, we will definitely keep it secret."
"Okay, take good care of your young master..."
Official Zhao Ji said this again in a good-tempered manner, and then stepped into the carriage.
Soon, this low-key and luxurious carriage was galloping towards the distance, surrounded by a group of guarding knights.
The official Zhao Ji stayed in the carriage, leaning against the soft cushions in the carriage without saying a word. He closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows without saying a word.
At this moment, Yang Jian, who was accompanying the carriage towards the palace city, still had a look of disbelief on his face.
His mind was completely confused. Even if he had not entered the building, he could still hear the singing from outside the building, as well as the voice of the young top scholar who was sometimes extremely angry and sometimes expressed appreciation.
It is enough to prove that there is definitely nothing improper going on inside, it is exactly what Fu'an said.
This talented young scholar actually taught Miss Shi and others how to sing and dance.
Doesn't that mean that his attempt to make a secret accusation failed to succeed.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian, who was worried in his heart, couldn't help but look up at the carriage beside him.
The official who seemed very easy-going and friendly just outside Miss Shishi's house has not said a word since entering the carriage until now.
The more this happened, the more it made Yang Jian's heart beat like a drum.
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Zhao Ji, an official, walked quickly back to his study. He stood at the door and couldn't help but hesitate when looking at the two "Young Chinese Ode" hanging high in the study.
Then he walked forward slowly, walked to the two calligraphy works, and looked at them carefully.
Li Yan and Liang Shicheng, who had received the news that Guan Jiaye had returned to the palace, had also rushed over.
But before they got close to the door of the study, they heard a scolding from the official Zhao Ji from inside the hall.
"Why is there ashes here? Yang Jian!"
"My slave is here..."
"Can't you even tell whether there is dust in a small study room?!"
"Why, since you are the old man next to me, do you think I am blind? Or do you think I am easy to bully?"
Listening to these pun-intended questions, I saw the official's indifferent face with no expression at all.
Yang Jian, who was kneeling on the ground, lost all color in his face in an instant, and his whole body was shaking as if he was suffering from epilepsy. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed.
Zhao Ji, the official with a cold face, just watched until he saw a blood mark where he kowtowed.
He calmed down his anger a little and walked slowly to Yang Jian. He took a few breaths and knocked his head until Yang Jian was dizzy. Only then did he hear the official Zhao Ji speak again.
"Go and get the twenty sticks yourself. After you get the sticks, clean this room carefully for me. Don't miss every angle."
"Remember, I want you to clean alone, do you understand?"
"I understand, I have thanked the officials for their kindness..."
"Just this once, don't let me down again."
Official Zhao Ji finished speaking word by word, looked back at the two words, then turned around and strode outside.
(End of chapter)
