Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

As soon as these words were spoken, Long Zai felt a chill in his heart, and immediately understood that although this Li Shishi was an official of the court, his real identity was the same as himself as the confidant of the vassal king.The importance of his identity even surpassed his own.

Judging from what he said, Duke Huai did not intend to leave the capital this time.

Not only that, but I also want to contact a group of princes to play tricks.

He did this, or Duke Huai did this, what was his intention?

While being surprised, the question mark in Long's heart is getting bigger and bigger.

"Lord Li, my prince will not be able to go north until December. Besides, Long Zaizai is just an ordinary book office in the palace. He speaks lightly, and I'm afraid he won't be able to catch the eyes of the prince. Besides, the court has its own system, and Prince Ning is also responsible for it." man of."

Anyway, it's better to refuse first.

"Mingqing is humble. Now who doesn't know that you are the most proud gentleman in the palace, and you are deeply trusted by King Ning." Li Shishi smiled lightly, then lifted the cup and poured a glass of wine for Long Zai, saying: "The south wind is gradually advancing, and the capital city It is popular to drink Huadiao in China. However, today people like this kind of high-quality distilled baijiu the most.”

He brought up the topic of wine again, and talked about it for a long time.

Long Zai gradually lost his composure, drank a few more glasses, and then planned to leave: "Master Li, I have been bothering you in the middle of the night, and I am too late to drink, so I will leave first."

"Don't worry, you and I hit it off right away, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves. It's late at night, so it's better to stay in the humble house." Li Shiqi took a sip slowly, and suddenly stood up shaking his body, looking very drunk, and said: " Good wine, it was just last night. When I was eating today, I was in a good mood, so I drank a few more glasses. In the middle of the night, my stomach hurt like colic, and at dawn, I vomited a puddle of blood. , Said, although the emperor is only in his thirties, his energy and blood have weakened, just like the old man who is seven or eighty years old."

"What!" Long Zai cried out in shock, the cup in his hand fell to the ground, and the wine splashed all over his chest.

"Haha, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Li Shishi is old, but he can't beat you young people in drinking. Someone is here, help Mr. Long to enter the house to rest."

After speaking, Li Shishi suddenly fell limp on the ground and fell asleep soundly.

Several enchanting women entered the room, surrounded by Long Zai and went back to the guest room.

Naturally, it was some nonsense, the phoenix was upside down, and the dragon was drinking too much wine. Xili stayed in Li's residence for a night in a daze, and woke up at noon the next day, hurriedly said goodbye to the people in Li's residence, and left.

As soon as he left the gate, he saw a group of attendants waiting there, and the leader was Wu Lao Er.

Since the Tongzhou incident last time, Wu's second child has completely relied on Longzai, and now he is helping Longzai and the palace here.

When he saw Long Zai, he came forward with a flattering face: "Mingqing, I heard that you came to Mr. Li's mansion after attending the banquet in Zhanghou's mansion yesterday. I'll come here early in the morning to wait for you. But I don't want you to wake up so late, I must have had a good night last night."

While talking, winking at the same time.

As soon as Long Zai saw his wretched expression, he felt unhappy: "The carriage is ready."

"It's ready." Wu Er Er smiled and asked again: "Mingqing, you and I are considered to be young, and you are very admired for your talent as a brother like me. Yesterday's night banquet at the Hou's Mansion, a gathering of literati, is naturally unavoidable Poetry and singing. Mingqing must have a new work coming out, read it quickly to open the eyes of brothers."

His status is humble, so naturally he has no right to enter the Shouning Marquis Mansion, and he doesn't know what happened last night.

But he didn't expect this question to hit Long in a sore spot, and Long Zai sneered: "Second Wu, you are a good guy, and you know poetry?"

Wu Er Er didn't notice the strange expression on Long Zai's face, and said with a calm face: "Mingqing, don't forget, my father is a juren, and we can be regarded as a family background, so why don't you know the benefits of your poetry. Come to think of it, you must have read it last night. You have won the jackpot. Brother Yu congratulates Mingqing!"

He couldn't stop clapping his hands in a feigned manner, his eyeballs kept rolling, wondering if the dragon would throw a piece of silver over if he felt comfortable being photographed by him.

Hehe, I just say a few words of compliment to the left and right, so why not do it?

Wu's second child is addicted to alcohol and lust, and he got money in Tongzhou last time, and he spent it all after prostitution and gambling.If you can cheat Nalong for two taels of silver today, and try your luck at the casino later, maybe you can win back the lost money!

Just as he was thinking well, suddenly there was a "slap", and a slap was slapped on his face.

Looking up, Long Zai's face was livid: "Foolish brother, you are really an idiot, don't call me brother and brother, come here, kill this **** Chaier!"

Long Zaiben is a narrow-minded person, he lost terribly last night, and now thinking about it, a mouthful of old blood rushed into his throat, and he wanted to spit it out.

It's okay if Wu's second son didn't ask, but when he asked, Long Zai remembered that he had sworn in Tongzhou that Su Mu's poems were definitely plagiarized, and because of this, Long Zai dared to challenge Su Mu in public.

But I didn't want to, Su Mu didn't plagiarize at all, and his poems and articles were even more fashionable, a first-class craftsman.

Losing in his hands is simply a shame that will never be washed away.

And all of this is because of this wretched and outrageous rogue in front of him.

"Mingqing, what are you doing?" Wu Er Er asked stutteringly, covering his face.

But at this moment, the four followers of Long Zai rushed up, and fists and feet fell on him like raindrops.

Wu Er Er had been on the street for so many years and had rich fighting experience. Knowing that he was not his opponent, he immediately squatted down with his head in his hands.

I don't know how long he was beaten. After Long Zai waited for others to leave, Wu Er Er spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva and stood up from the ground. Looking at his two eye circles, they had already turned into pandas.

"Longzai, I am your ancestor, did you treat my brother like this?" Wu's second son kept yelling: "My son beat me, my son beat me!"

"Isn't it just that you have some money, so don't treat me as a human being? Bah, I really want to be your slave for you. Didn't you see that you have two stinky money, and my father and sister live in your house again?" , so I’ll give you a smiley face. The one next door to Mala, Grandpa doesn’t serve you anymore.”

"No, grandpa just wants to rely on you, so what's wrong with you?"

"Grandpa is humming down to please you now, but he wants to cheat you of your money. Grandpa plans to cheat you more money in the future, and take revenge on you!"

After scolding for a long time, Wu Laoer lost his strength, thought for a while, and with a cheeky face, he walked towards Ning Long's house to find the dragon.

……

Sitting on the carriage, Long Zai beat Wu Lao Er severely just now, finally vented his anger and calmed down.

A follower asked: "My lord, are you going back home?"

Long Zai was about to nod, when he suddenly remembered what Li Shishi said last night, his heart froze, and he shouted: "No, go back to the palace."

All the princes of the Ming Dynasty had a house in the capital to facilitate the vassal kings to go to Beijing to worship.According to the system of the Ming Dynasty, princes can enter Beijing every year during the Spring Festival and large-scale national celebrations.

The status of the vassal king is noble, and it is unreasonable to live in a post station, and it is impossible to live in the palace.

King Ning's palace in the capital is very large, but because it has not been lived in for many years, and it is a century-old house, it looks very old.

After entering Beijing, Long Zai hired workers to start repairing, and the inside seemed a bit messy.

Sitting in the study, spreading out the pen and paper, Long Zai heard the tinkling of the craftsmen outside, feeling a little disturbed, and didn't know how to write this letter.

As the chief staff member of the palace, he would send a letter to the prince every ten days, talking about the court's movements and the scenery of the capital.

The prince's ambition is not small, and he, Long Zai, will naturally do his best to assist.

After thinking for a long time, Long Zai decided to tell the truth and repeat what Li Shishi said last night.

When it was time to write what the emperor had said to the imperial physician because he vomited blood because of drinking liquor, Long Zai suddenly slapped the table and stood up, his face so pale that it was frightening: "This Duke Huai intends to contact the other kings to stay in the capital, and his ambition is not small!"

With this thought, the whole idea became clear.

Today's body is getting worse day by day, and now he vomits three liters of blood, seeing that it won't last long.

If it is Daxing, the crown prince is too young to be in charge, so the queen mother must oversee the country.

The dictatorship of foreign relatives has always been taboo by civil servants.

Duke Huai has the highest seniority among the royal family members, if he talks to the civil servants at that time, and then contacts a group of princes, it will not be difficult to change the world.

This sudden discovery made Long feel chills in his heart, and he didn't dare to delay, so he wrote his guess in the letter with trembling hands.

After taking a sip of water and sitting quietly for a long time, he finally came back to his senses: "Someone, send this letter back to Nanchang, it's urgent!"

When the letter was sent out, Long Zai's spirit was in a state of excitement, and he vaguely felt that he was at the forefront of the historical wave.

Suddenly, he thought of Su Mu again, and felt a pain in his heart: "Su Mu, you bastard, I will not be happy when I think of you. Although I failed for a while yesterday, there is still the provincial examination! It is also possible to get it. At that time, whether you continue to take the Jinshi examination or become an official directly, with the support of the prince, the future, the situation, and the feeling of being at the forefront of the world are not what you can imagine. It's been a few days, let's see how I humiliate you! Poetry is nothing, no matter how well written poetry is, can it be compared to an official hat?"

"I, Long Zai, can only wish that the date of publishing the list will come sooner, come sooner!" Long Zai looked outside with a sneer on his face.

In the large garden outside the window, craftsmen are still busy.

Two little maids came over talking and laughing, one of them was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

The two of them, Long Zai, knew each other, and they were Concubine Lou's personal maid.

See no evil, Long Zai took his eyes back.

But the voices of those two people came into the room clearly.

"My lady, what's the matter today, you want me to ask the gentlemen for the manuscripts from yesterday's poetry meeting, and you also specified Dao's surname and said that you want something written by a man named Sumu."

"Who is Su Mu?"

"A scholar from Baoding, I heard that he is very good at poetry, and he won two games in a row against Mr. Long yesterday."

"Ah, so powerful, isn't Mr. Long the fifth most talented person in the south of the Yangtze River? Doesn't it mean that Su Mu's ability to beat Mr. Long is as good as Tang Jieyuan's..."

The voice of the voice gradually faded away, and finally became inaudible.

Long Zai clenched his fists fiercely, his nails piercing into his palm.