fake prince

Chapter 127 This Person Is Wrong

After a while, as expected, a boatman who had been invited to help came over and said that Mr. Sun wanted to see Su Ziji on something.

"Sun Buhan?" Su Ziji knew who was coming, and signaled the wild Taoist to take shelter temporarily. When he went out, he saw that Sun Buhan had boarded the deck of the painting boat. He looked around and turned around with a bright smile: "Brother Su Xian .”

"Brother Sun, please come in quickly."

After entering the cabin, the guests and hosts were seated. Since there were no people on board, there was naturally no refreshment. Fortunately, Sun Buhan didn't plan to sit for a long time. Once he sat down, he said to Su Ziji: "Brother Su Xian, brother Yu is here to invite you." If you go to the Wenhui, it will be on the painting boat on Panlong Lake not far from the opposite side."

"Wenhui?"

"Exactly. This is not an ordinary cultural meeting. It is hosted by the prefect. Brother Yu went to Linhua County to find you before. I didn't expect to see your painting boat just after I came out. Isn't it a coincidence?" said Then, Sun Buhan laughed.

He was rescued by Su Ziji, even though it was already evening, he could be recognized immediately under the moonlight by the lantern with the word "Su" hanging on it.

Su Ziji was overjoyed when he heard that the magistrate presided over the meeting.

"It's really hard to find a place to walk through iron shoes. It doesn't take much effort to get here. I was worrying about how to get close to this official, so Sun Buhan came over and gave me the opportunity."

"But, is it really such a coincidence?"

Su Ziji thought this way, and only smiled: "It's a coincidence, Brother Sun has a heart, please wait a moment, I will change my clothes and go over."

The clothes he was wearing at the moment were old and not new, although they were comfortable and clean, they were not suitable for this kind of literary meeting, and it was appropriate to take this as an excuse.

Of course, he just took this opportunity to give some instructions to the wild Taoist.

For this reason, I also specifically asked who the participating literati are, but they need a post to get in. Is it not good for me to rush in like this.

"Brother Su Xian, don't worry, there is no limit to this literary society, and there is no need to ask for posts. All literati don't have to be famous, but anyone who has a letter can go."

It's just that if you don't have any connections, or your level is not enough, you won't be trusted.

Su Ziji felt relieved: wild Taoists can also take this opportunity to sneak in.

After talking about this, Sun Buhan made an appointment with Su Ziji and went back.

There were several sets of clothes in the painting boat, Su Ziji changed into a green fir, the texture was not bad, it belonged to the kind that would not be rude in this kind of literary society.

This suits Su Ziji's wishes.

"After a while on the boat, play by ear." Su Ziji said, "I still say the same thing. Corruption can only add insult to injury, and cannot be the main cause of trouble."

"Young Master, don't worry, I understand that taking corruption as the main cause of attack is too big to attack." Ye Taoist immediately said: "If you are a superior official, you can do this, but it is not suitable for a lower position."

"You just understand."

The boat sailed into the Panlong Lake, and indeed there were several large painting boats, because they were all literati and well-dressed, the two of them were only checked to see if they were carrying murder weapons, and then they were let go.

In other words, the Fang family painting boat that Su Ziji is renting now is not small, but compared with this painting boat, it is nothing but a big witch.

Three stories high, with carved beams and painted pillars, it looks like a palace, brightly lit, and the sound of pianos, low voices converged into a hustle and bustle, it was really lively.

After entering the cabin on the first floor, there was even more noise.

From a distance outside, you can see the servants in official clothes, and there are some neat young men inside. It's not that there are no women, but judging by the description and demeanor, they are different from the prostitutes in ordinary brothels.

The Zheng Dynasty had restrictions on officials, but it did not restrict them from finding official prostitutes.

Official prostitutes are all the family members of criminal officials and cannot be redeemed. Although it is said that they will not sleep with them on the surface, but it is hard to say where the human eye can't see them.

These are all dirty things in the dark, and Su Ziji roughly understands them with a glance.

This gave him another understanding of the prefect's local control.

It is not prudent to bring these official prostitutes here to accompany the guests at the literary meeting.

It seems that the guess is correct, the magistrate must have other reliance.

Apart from these servants and official prostitutes, the largest number of people are naturally the literati who came to participate in this literary meeting. At a glance, there are dozens of people on the first floor alone, all of them wearing literary robes, but how many of them are really talented? I don't know how much of the practical learning is for the purpose of drilling.

"...Brother Chen, your poem is really well done! You deserve to be a scholar at the age of 20, and you really have a quick wit, I really admire it!"

"Where is it, Brother Zhang Xian, your poems are ingenious, just the word Wuxue is quite a point..."

If you look at any place, you can see such a picture of mutual admiration.

Sure enough, there were a lot of writers.

Su Ziji laughed lightly and went inside.

Logically speaking, a newcomer to Xie Yuan is under the watchful eyes of everyone, but Su Ziji only got to know Yuan for a few days, and the communication has not been completed, so apart from occasionally meeting a few students he knew and saying hello to each other, no one came over disturb.

After scanning around, he didn't see Sun Buhan, and there were some literati's arguments in his ears. Su Ziji only listened to it once, and then got bored and turned to other places.

Ye Daoist stood in the crowd, nodded his head far away, Su Ziji met his eyes, and they turned away.

"Brother Su Xian!" Someone patted on the shoulder, Su Ziji turned around and saw Sun Buhan with a young son.

"Brother grandson."

"This is Brother Su Xian, who once saved my life and has outstanding talents and learning." Sun Buhan introduced, and then said to Su Ziji: "This is my former classmate Shen Chong."

"Hello, brother Shen."

"Hi Brother Su Xian."

The two then clasped their hands together and found out from the conversation that although Shen Chong was young, he was quite knowledgeable, he was the first person from a scholarly family, and his words and deeds were like a spring breeze.

But towards Su Ziji, there is obviously a little hidden deep alienation and hostility.

Su Ziji was a little puzzled at first, but when Sun Buhan praised Shen Chong again with a smile, and looked proud, Su Ziji suddenly smiled wryly.

It's not a lie that literati are friendly to each other. Even if they don't know each other, they will praise one of them highly, but they are both the same age, and they can't run a sea boat with a little heart, so they have to hold back their energy.

The appearance of the magistrate relieved Su Ziji from the siege.

"This is the magistrate?" Su Ziji looked in the direction of the commotion, and vaguely saw a man in casual clothes.

Although he is at least 50 years old, he is well-maintained and looks quite young. He has a square face, white face and short beard, black eyes, and a tall and straight figure. In addition, he is wearing casual clothes, stroking his beard and smiling. This is a good official with talent, learning and bearing.

It's pretty good just to look good, no wonder he was selected into Hanlin.

But the moment he saw the magistrate clearly, Su Ziji felt his heart sink and his hair stand on end: "There is something wrong with this official."

While Sun Buhan and others approached to talk to the magistrate, Su Ziji squeezed out.

At this moment, the literati on the first floor are basically surrounded by one place, and the rest are empty. Su Ziji finds a place to sit down temporarily. This place is hidden and there are no people. After a while, the savage Taoist also wandered over, and his expression was a little bad: " Young master, this person is wrong."

(End of this chapter)