Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 16 Composing poetry? What you call bullshit

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Fourth Master Zhu slammed the table and shouted coldly: "Sit down."

Yang Xian was frightened and sat down quickly.

He was terrified, Liu Bing's head on the table in front of him was still bleeding, dripping down the table to the ground.

Tick ​​tock.

Every stroke seemed to fall on Yang Xian's heart.

Fourth Master Zhu also stretched out his hand to straighten Liu Bing's head so that it was facing Yang Xian.

Liu Bing stared blankly at Yang Xian, his expression still frozen in fear.

"Can you please take him away?" Yang Xian sweated.

"That's all." Fourth Master Zhu chuckled, "He said you ordered him to kill me?"

"No, absolutely not." Yang Xian shook his head quickly, "Fourth Master, you gave me money, how could I send him to kill you?"

Fourth Master Zhu actually didn't care whether what he said was true or false.

The purpose of his coming was to calm Yang Xian so that he could help the Beggar Clan in the future.

Keeping him temporarily is more valuable than killing him.

"I also believe in Master Yang." Fourth Master Zhu smiled.

"That's right, we are allies." Yang Xian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly poured him tea.

"Mr. Yang, I will soon mine the salt mine outside the city. The government side..." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands.

"I'll take care of everything, just go ahead and mine." Yang Xian quickly answered.

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Yang." Fourth Master Zhu smiled half-heartedly, "I will trust Mr. Yang again. If you lie to me..."

His eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, his body exuded a cold aura, and his surroundings seemed to freeze instantly.

Under this murderous aura, Yang Xian shuddered.

He knew that Fourth Master Zhu was warning him that if he lied to him, he would end up with Liu Bing on the table.

"Let's go." Fourth Master Zhu stood up, "There's no need to send him off. You can say goodbye to your colleagues."

Yang Xian watched Fourth Master Zhu push the door open and leave.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.

……

In early spring, the sky is blue and the sun shines through the soft clouds.

Along the Qinhuai River, green willow branches sway gently. The water is crystal clear and sparkling. Occasionally, a few small fish jump out of the water, causing ripples in circles.

All kinds of flowers are blooming, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and earth.

This season is the best time to go out for a spring outing in the city.

Young ladies from wealthy and aristocratic families, dressed in fine clothes, walked briskly along the banks of the Qinhuai River.

The young gentlemen were either holding folding fans or shaking jade bone fans, chatting and laughing in a graceful manner. The ladies were holding embroidered handkerchiefs and smiling like flowers and jade.

The peach blossoms by the river were in full bloom, and their petals were like rain, falling on the girls' hair and clothes, making them even more beautiful.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Fourth Master Zhu rode his horse and passed slowly.

Behind him was the Beggar Clan's convoy transporting salt ore, with hundreds of trucks passing by.

The young ladies and gentlemen were all curious.

A knowledgeable servant explained to them:

"Those are people from the Beggar Clan. Oh, I heard that the Beggar Clan is now prosperous. They have learned how to make salt and can earn tens of thousands of taels."

"Yes, it's the kind of refined salt that's popular in the capital recently, made by beggars."

"Why did this incredible wealth fall on the heads of the beggar gang?"

"That's because they have a powerful gang leader, Fourth Master Zhu."

"The old man who carries a six-foot sword and kills people in the street?"

"I've seen him be arrogant, but I've never seen him be this arrogant."

……

The beggars' motorcade attracted everyone's attention.

Ms. Lu wore a long plain dress, which highlighted her slender and graceful figure. Her black hair was simply tied up with a sharp hairpin.

The whole person is dignified and elegant, with a bit of nobility. Today she was invited to go on an outing with a group of general ladies.

"Sister Lu, is this salt ore transported from your mountain?" asked Chang Yuchun, a young lady from Marshal Chang Yuchun's family.

"Probably." Lu frowned slightly.

"Then your family has also become rich?" Chang asked with a smile.

"Everything in the family is decided by my father, and I don't know either." Ms. Lu smiled lightly.

That beautiful face was a little stiff, and there was a coldness in the depths of his eyes.

She knew that her father sold the Salt Poison Mountain for only one hundred taels, but she didn't know that the Salt Poison Mountain would be in the hands of the Beggar Gang and become a golden mountain.

If this gets out, it will be a joke.

"Come on, let's write poetry today, shall we?" Mrs. Lu put on a smile, "Jinling is a place of nostalgia. Poet Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, etc. all wrote poems about Jinling's nostalgia for the past. How about we imitate the ancients today and also cherish the past? ?”

She is known as a talented person among the rich and powerful families in the capital, and she naturally gets a lot of support when she opens her mouth.

The eldest lady of the Chang family on the side looked a little cold, because she was born in a general family and could not write poetry.

As soon as Lu called on him, some young men rushed to express themselves and wrote poems one after another.

From time to time there were cheers, and everyone was complimenting each other.

Fourth Master Zhu, who happened to come to the river to wash his hands, couldn't stand it anymore. He held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and sneered: "What a piece of bullshit poetry, I can't even stand it anymore, it's a piece of shit."

He carried the long knife, spat with disdain on his face, and spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth.

Those young ladies were angry.

"Old man, who are you? You are talking nonsense here."

"That's right, do you know the words?"

"Do you know what poetry is?"

Mrs. Lu knew Fourth Master Zhu, she frowned slightly and said nothing.

Fourth Master Zhu glanced over with a look of contempt on his face: "I'm going to give you a preface, just to show you how nostalgic I am from the past, right?"

He thought for a moment and recited a poem.

After reading, everyone was stunned, and the content of the words was still echoing in their ears.

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Success or failure turned empty.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman Qiao Jiangzhu used to watch autumn and spring.

A jug of muddy wine meets together.

Many things from ancient to modern times are all being discussed with laughter.

"This is called Ci!" Fourth Master Zhu snorted, got on his horse, and rode off.

Lu looked at his back with disbelief in her eyes.

This poem is generous and tragic, with endless meaning, which makes people feel soul-stirring when reading it.

"Hey, this old man is interesting." Mrs. Chang laughed, "You are so reckless, but you can also compose poetry? This poem is bold and implicit, high-pitched and deep. Compared with what you just wrote, it is really bullshit."

Everyone looked angry, but they dared not speak out.

Because in front of me is the daughter of Zhongshu Pingzhang Chang Yuchun, a tiger girl in the general family, who knows how to beat people.

Chang was dressed in red robes and looked heroic. He flew onto his horse and galloped forward.

Lu's eyes were cold, and she turned back to the carriage.

"Go home," she ordered.

The carriage drove towards the city gate, and all the young men and ladies also dispersed.

Mr. Lu was sitting in the car, her thin and long eyebrows lightly frowning, and her beautiful eyes showing a bit of coldness.

After returning home, she immediately went to the study, found Lu Ben, and said anxiously: "Dad, you were deceived by the Fourth Master Zhu of the Beggar Clan."

She talked about the Salt Poison Mountain incident in one breath, and then added: "Dad, if this spreads out, won't our Lu family become a joke?"

Lu Ben's expression was extremely gloomy.

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