Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 157 Ginger is not always spicy

Hearing the yelling and cursing of the old man sitting opposite, Fang Yi'ai's complexion darkened, and she peeked, and saw the old man blowing his beard and staring, his cheeks bulging like a toad.

Seeing the appearance of the old man sitting opposite him, Fang Yi's heart trembled, and he secretly guessed, "Could this person be Xiao Yu? Why do you hate me so much?!"

Out of curiosity, Fang Yiai cupped his hands and asked tentatively, "Mr. Xiao?"

"Huh? Baby, are you calling me?" Sulking at the old man, he looked left and right, saw Fang Yiai facing him, and said displeasedly, "The old man's surname is Zhong!"

Old man Zhong has a straightforward personality, and he dispelled Fang Yiai's worries in a blink of an eye. Seeing that it was not Xiao Yu, Fang Yiai flattered awkwardly: "It turned out to be Mr. Zhong, sorry for your disrespect."

Although he appreciates Fang Yiai's piano skills, old man Zhong has preconceived ideas, and really thinks Fang Yiai's chess skills are a bit cunning, so he doesn't have a good impression of him, so he said coldly, "It's easy to say."

Seeing old man Zhong insulting Fang Yiai, Du Weng, who didn't know his real body in front of him, tried to persuade him: "Brother Zhong, Prime Minister Fang's family affairs, you and I don't want to talk too much, children and grandchildren have their own blessings!"

"I'm just complaining about Prime Minister Fang, how did a generation of sages give birth to such a beast!"

After yelling and cursing, old man Zhong returned to the chess table with his mouth pouted, and he actually snatched the endgame from his chess friend, and played against Xie Zhongju.

Looking at old man Zhong who was sitting opposite him with a livid face, Xie Zhongju, who had been told frivolously by Fang Yiai before, let out a sigh of relief, stuck out his tongue at Fang Yiai, and his eyes were full of complacency.

Seeing Xie Zhongju making faces at herself, Fang Yiai frowned and cursed secretly: "You little eunuch, old man Zhong's chess skills are really good, be careful if you lose!"

After discussing He Zudao's medical treatment, Du Weng immediately shifted his attention to the previous piano music again.

Du Weng and Fang Xuanling have known each other for more than [-] years, and they think they understand this old friend who is afraid of guilt. What Fang Yiai said before seems to be true, so he asked out of curiosity: "Brother, do you know The name of the piece played by Prime Minister Fang?"

Seeing Du Weng's inquiry, Fang Yi'ai felt a little troubled, and thought to himself, "If Du Weng goes home to find Dad, wouldn't this matter be revealed?"

Anxiety just got angry, but was dispelled by Fang Yiai in a blink of an eye, "Anyway, I will leave later, so what if Du Weng went to Fangfu to find my father? None of these people know my identity, and the big deal is that I won't come to Lanke in the future That’s it for the chess hall.”

After making up her mind, Fang Yiai put her hand on her forehead and pretended to be thinking. After a while, she said: "When the students climbed the wall to listen to the piano, I heard Prime Minister Fang muttering to himself. It seems to be called "Swordsman" song"."

"Swordsman?" Hearing the title of the qin song played by Fang Yiai before, Du Weng stroked his beard and softly groaned, and finally smiled slightly, thinking, "This old man, does he intend to return to his hometown after he leaves? Have you become a lonely wild goose?"

Seeing Du Weng laughing, Fang Yiai went in without knowing it, and asked softly, "Why are you laughing, Mister?"

Du Weng laughed, and said calmly: "Oh, Prime Minister Fang is so good at playing the piano, how come no one has ever heard of it before? I think the Prime Minister is showing his talent!"

Although Fang Yiai's performance of "Swordsman" is complete, it is still a little immature in some parts, and it is enough to reach six or seven.

Even so, the sound of the zither, which barely reached the ears, was like the sound of heaven to the ears of everyone who was used to low and melodious tunes.

The old man in white was naturally fond of the qin and zither. After listening to "Swordsman", he could only feel the lingering sound in his ears, and he couldn't help but love talents in his heart.

Due to the reprimand to Fang Yiai before, the old man in white hesitated again and again, and finally said cheekily: "Brother, since you can play "Swordsman", you must know the score by heart." ?”

Thinking of Jiao Weiqin being collected by the white-clothed old man, he must be a master of playing the piano, and now hearing his words, Fang Yiai secretly pondered, "Could it be that the old man wants me to copy the score?"

After guessing the old man's mind in white, Fang Yiai subconsciously glanced at the study room on the shelf, and thought to herself, "I can give you the music score, but the geese leave the notes... Hehehe!"

Flicking the little abacus, Fang Yiai pretended to be puzzled and said, "Huh? What do you mean, sir?"

"I want to ask my little brother to transcribe "Swordsman" so that I can study it carefully in the future."

Knowing that the request was a bit abrupt, the old man in white blushed slightly when he spoke, and from time to time stole glances at Fang Yiai, fearing that he would refuse outright.

Seeing that the old man in white really thought so, Fang Yiai let out a smirk behind his back, presumably asking: "Write the score?"

But when Fang Yiai was about to put forward the conditions tactfully, Du Weng suddenly raised his hand and interrupted: "Hey, how could you ask for the score created by Prime Minister Fang? I think this little brother just learned it secretly. How can I copy the score to you without authorization!"

"Liang Guogong is the current prime minister, and the prime minister is full of support. Hasn't Du Weng heard of it?"

After finishing speaking, the old man in white raised his eyes, obviously there was another deep meaning behind his words.

Hearing the words of the old man in white and seeing his old friend making up his mind, Du Weng lightly waved his sleeves and stopped talking.

The old man in white came up to Fang Yiai and whispered: "Brother, I just saw that you are quite interested in the study ornaments on the shelf, why don't you and I exchange?"

"Swap?" Seeing the pulse of the old man in white was clearly felt by him, Fang Yiai let out a chuckle, just as he was thinking to himself whether he wanted a celadon sheep or a celadon lamp, Xie Zhong, who was even with the old man sitting opposite him, lifted his body and left his seat, pacing Walked up to Fang Yiai.

After deciding what she wanted in her heart, Fang Yiai pretended to excuse herself and said: "Students are just transcribing music scores, so how can you ask for something from Mr. Wang for nothing?"

Recalling Fang Yiai's salivating and shining eyes when he was watching the study, the old man in white cursed the hypocrisy of the "driller" in front of him, but because he really wanted to "Swordsman" he had to Falsely speaking, "No, no, the music score is so wonderful, I can't let my little brother copy it for nothing."

"Okay, so the student wants to..."

After false refusal, Fang Yiai was about to speak, but was stopped by Xie Zhongju in the middle of speaking.

After reaching out to stop Fang Yiai, Xie Zhongju walked between the two of them, cupped his hands to the old man in white and said, "I guess my dear friend wants Jiao Weiqin, right?"

After finishing speaking, Xie Zhongju turned around to look at Fang Yiai, and winked at him.

Hearing Xie Zhongju's words, Fang Yiai suddenly thought of the Jiaowei guqin on the desk, slapped his forehead and thought to himself, "That's right, I don't want to keep the Jiaowei guqin, what do I want for the study?"

Although Xie Zhongju's actions were meticulous, Du Weng still saw them clearly. Seeing the two people's eye contact, the old man nodded and smiled, and secretly said, "Hey, I let you learn other people's piano music secretly. This is a good time for you, Jiao Weiqin!" Are you willing to give this doll?"

After learning that Fang Yiai wanted Jiao Weiqin, the old man in white looked like a cat that stepped on its tail, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no. Jiao Weiqin is the old man's favorite, and a gentleman does not take what others like. . . . it's really not possible."

Seeing that the old man in white is reluctant to part with Jiao Weiqin, Xie Zhongju is not trying to force it. In her opinion, apart from Jiao Weiqin, there is nothing else in the chess hall that can be equivalent to "Swordsman".

After getting the answer, Xie Zhongju said to Fang Yiai, "Dear brother, it's getting late now. You and I should go back earlier?"

Looking at Xie Zhongju, Fang Yiai mistakenly thought that he was planning to "sell for a price", and then made an expression of "I understand", and smiled wickedly, "Okay."

Seeing Fang Yiai's wretched expression, Xie Zhongju was immediately mistaken. After giving Fang Yiai a hard look, he waved goodbye to everyone and walked towards the gate of the chess hall.

"Gentlemen, the students will take their leave first." After saying goodbye to the old men, Fang Yiai turned to look at Du Weng. He always felt that Du Weng's temperament was similar to that of his father, out of concern for Fang Xuanling who had just recovered from a serious illness. , Aiwu and Wuxiafang Yiai cupped their hands and said to Du Weng: "Old man, the students are one step ahead."

Du Weng gave Fang Yiai a meaningful look, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll see you later."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai followed Xie Zhongju, and he deliberately slowed down his pace while walking, thinking in his heart: "Within three steps, the old man in white will definitely call me down!"

Seeing Fang Yiai and Fang Yiai leave, the old man in white saw him miss the rare piano score, after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and called Fang Yiai.

"Brother, walk slowly!"

Hearing the voice of the old man in white, Fang Yiai smiled slightly, then put on an ordinary look, turned around and asked, "Is there anything else, sir?"

At the same time that Fang Yiai stopped, Xie Zhongju also stopped. In her opinion, Jiao Weiqin is really a rare treasure. The reason why she told Fang Yiai to get Jiao Weiqin was not because she intended to take a closer look at it herself, but on purpose On-demand Fang Yiai sent Jiao Weiqin to the palace, so that the relationship between him and the eldest grandson queen could be shortened.

Ask yourself, Xie Zhongju can't explain why he wants to help Fang Yiai, but after Fang Yiai said that he was willing to be punished by the eldest grandson queen for Qin Jingniang, this economical girl Jiao'e turned to this bohemian The son-in-law raised a different opinion.

"Jiaoweiqin is really the old man's favorite, it's hard to give up with just a sheet music..."

In the middle of the conversation, fearing that Fang Yiai and the two would leave, the old man in white thought he was clever and had a plan to delay the attack.

"I heard before that the two of you and He Bangshou are classmates and friends. If the two of you can get a copy of He Bangshou's calligraphy for the old man, I think "Swordsman" and He Bangshou's "thin gold handwriting" should be able to resist Can we play Cai Bochi's Jiaowei guqin?"

The smart old man in white never thought that his tactic of delaying the attack would hit the muzzle of a gun!
Hearing the condition proposed by the old man in white, Fang Yiai and Xie Zhongju asked at the same time: "Is this true?"

Seeing that Fang Yiai and Fang Yiai were aroused, the old man in white smiled slightly and thought to himself, "You two little dolls, have you never heard of the saying "Ginger is still hot?" I want to arouse the interest of you two, At that time, any study room can just exchange for the piano score. Anyway, you two can't afford to ask He Bangshou for calligraphy!"

After making up his mind, the old man in white who bumped into Fang Yi'ai's arms in a daze, said with conviction: "It's true! But what I want is the handwritten letter from the top of the list!"

"Okay! It's a concession!"

Seeing the old man in white make promises in public, Fang Yiai, who is afraid that he will change his mind, doesn't care whether he has an alias or not. Anyway, these people in the Lanke chess hall have never met him, so what if they know that he is "what is the point?"
Weighing the pros and cons, Fang Yiai strode to the desk, picked up a piece of rice paper, and began to splash ink with a brush.

Seeing that Fang Yiai couldn't help but pick up the pen and write, Xie Zhongju raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking, "I think Fang Jun's trick to hide the world is really clever, just like this, he tricked Jiaowei Guqin!"

Everyone in the chess hall heard the conversation just now clearly, seeing Fang Yiai brushing a brush, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Could it be that this doll is crazy about Jiao Weiqin? What is the appreciation value of his calligraphy and painting?"

"Could it be that this doll is happy for a while, and considers herself the top of the list?"

"I think we'd better invite Guan Mutong over? Don't wait for this kid to go insane and smash the wishful restaurant of our old brothers!"

When the old men were whispering to each other, Du Weng squinted at Fang Yiai, and murmured: "This son had a clear mind before, but he didn't seem to be insane. I think his chess style is very similar to He Zudao, could it be... "

In the middle of speaking, a familiar figure walked into the chess hall slowly, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Hello everyone, the Imperial College is closed today, and I'm here to play chess!"

After saying hello to everyone, seeing all the old friends staring at Fang Yiai in a daze, the old doctor frowned slightly and muttered, "Why is there a young man here today?"

As he said that, Xie Zhongju couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he saw the old doctor coming, and thought to himself, "It's really like someone came to pass the pillow when you fell asleep. If you want to come to the old master to prove Fang Jun's pseudonym identity, no one should doubt it, right?"

Thinking of this, Xie Zhong raised his head and saluted the old doctor, "Master."

Hearing Xie Zhongju's greeting, the old doctor turned his head to look, and instantly recognized Xie Zhongju's "identity".

After discovering Xie Zhongju, the old doctor was quite surprised, and asked loudly: "Hey! Aren't you the school boy who accompanied He Bangtou? Why did you come to the Lanke chess hall today? Is He Bangtou also here?!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone couldn't help opening their mouths wide, gasped, and looked at Xie Zhongju, all of them looked like copper toads under the seismograph!
Even Du Weng, who was calm by nature, couldn't help but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he learned of Xie Zhongju's identity.

After noticing everyone's surprised eyes, Xie Zhongju Qiushuang seemed to have a smile on his cheek, pointed to the desk, and said: "The leader of the list is writing in front of the desk."

"Oh?" Seeing that "He Zudao" was really there, the old doctor strode to the desk and saw Fang Yiai who was concentrating on writing.

"What's the top of the list! You are really here!"

As soon as the old doctor said this, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and finally all their eyes turned to the old man in white.

Knowing that the "No. [-] in commoner clothes" was right in front of him, the old man in white stamped his feet and beat his chest, wishing he could slap his ears, looked at Jiao Weiqin who was very close to Fang Yiai, wished he could pick it up and run away.

Du Weng felt that Fang Yiai was not like an ordinary student before, but now that the old doctor confirmed it, Du Weng stroked his beard and smiled slightly, "Although this boy is young, he knows how to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Kind of fun."

Thinking of this, Du Weng's face changed slightly, as if he remembered something, he murmured: "Well, is he my cheap apprentice?"

(End of this chapter)