Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 158

Fearing that the white-clothed old man would repent, Fang Yi'ai focused on writing and writing, and was absorbed in his thoughts, without noticing the arrival of the old doctor and the strange eyes of everyone in Du Weng.

After a while, Fang Yiai swiped a pen, and the words "Jin Sheng Yu Zhen" appeared vividly on the paper.

Putting down the wolf hair in his hand, Fang Yiai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at Jiao Weiqin in a blink of an eye, his heart was already full of joy.

"Cai Bojie's Jiao Weiqin is now in hand? My God, this surprise came too suddenly...haha!"

Just as Fang Yiai was secretly laughing, the livid-faced old man in white walked slowly to the desk, looked at the writing on the rice paper, and a gleam of light flashed in his dim eyes.

"Sure enough, it's an authentic thin gold body." After identifying the authenticity of the thin gold body, the white-clothed old man stroked his beard and groaned, secretly weighing the value of "Swordsman", "Skinny Gold Body Handwriting" compared with Jiao Weiqin.

Seeing the old man in white groaning silently, Fang Yiai chuckled lightly, putting away the greedy look on his face, cupped his hands and said, "It's a fake one, thank you sir for taking the pain to give up your love."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai put the rice paper aside, and wrote the piano score of "Swordsman" silently again.

Taking advantage of Fang Yiai's writing room, everyone in Du Weng gathered in front of the book case and watched the words "Jin Sheng Yu Zhen".

"Hey! It really is He Zudao's authentic work. I also read "The Inscription of the Humble Room" at the old master's house that day, and the writing and writing are exactly the same."

"The sound of gold and jade vibration... Well, I think it is also worthy of the piano music that He Bangtou just played."

"I just don't have a guqin, otherwise I would have to exchange it with He Bangshou. The rubbings are dead after all, not as lively as handwriting."

Seeing several old friends salivating over the calligraphy on the desk, their status was not as good as their old doctor, and finally found some self-confidence.

The old doctor stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Haha, the thin golden body at the top of the list was considered top-notch at that time. The old man fell asleep watching "The Humble Room Inscription" day and night, and even his complexion improved a lot!"

"Huh, you old man is just lucky. If you think that the first place in the list came from your class, you old boy's reputation will be wiped out along with it, right?"

"Old Master, I heard that you are going to be transferred to the Metropolitan Procuratorate? Is it true?"

"Really! This old boy gave the rubbing board of "The Humble Room Inscription" to the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. This is not a big gap for him!"

The old doctor's words successfully aroused everyone's jealousy, and several old friends began to speak ill of him, but although the words were blunt, they all smiled.

While the few people were chatting with each other, Du Weng's eyes were always on Fang Yi'ai.

Seeing that Fang Yiai turned a deaf ear to the noise around him, Du Weng nodded with a smile, "This son is determined and will not be disturbed by the outside world. I think he is usually very stable, right?"

Halfway through the thought, the smile on Du Weng's face stopped abruptly, and he murmured, "He seems to have worshiped under Xuanling's family. Is it possible that I can only teach him chess in the future? I want to come to Fang Xuanling's old man." The ability to recognize people is far better than me! Such an excellent piece of rough jade was snatched by him first!"

While several people were thinking about each other, Fang Yiai had already written down the music score silently. After checking it with her hand, she handed it to the old man in white with both hands.

Looking at the piano score delivered to him, the old man in white had the intention to pick it up, but when he thought that Jiao Weiqin had become someone else's property, the old man suddenly felt reluctant to part with it.

Seeing that the old man in white didn't answer for a long time, Fang Yiai feared that he would renege on his promise, so she forced the piano score into his hand, "Sir, all the students have written down the score and handwriting, this Jiaoweiqin... "

In the middle of speaking, Fang Yiai reached out to hug Jiao Weiqin, but was stopped by the old man in white.

Looking at the piano score in his hand and the handwriting on the table, the white-clothed old man's face turned blue and purple, like a wilted cucumber in autumn and winter, "Wait!"

In desperation, the voice of the old man in white suddenly increased a bit, so that he suppressed all the whispered discussions in the chess hall.

Seeing the gloomy expression of the old man in white, the old men looked at each other, all mistakenly thinking that the old man wanted to go back on his word.

Hearing some anger in the words of the old man in white, Xie Zhongju frowned, thinking, "Lanke chess hall is the place where important ministers in Gyeonggi retreat and live. As the owner of the chess hall, this old man probably has no place in the court." Low? Is it possible that he will really renege on his promise regardless of face?"

After stopping Yiai to touch Jiaoweiqin, the white-clothed old man returned instantly. He, Du Weng, the old doctor and others were old friends, no matter how reluctant he was, he was unwilling to lose face in front of them .

With regret in his heart, the old man in white pursed his lips and spat: "You are too dishonest, why didn't you reveal your identity when you entered the hall? You also said that you are a worthless classmate, you clearly have bad intentions!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Yi's heart trembled slightly, and he thought to himself, "Is this old man saying that I lied to him on purpose? To win everyone's sympathy and then go back on it?"

After guessing the intention of the old man in white, Fang Yiai smiled wryly, cupped his hands and said, "I saw a few gentlemen who were very interested in chess, and the students were afraid of spoiling their elegance, so they didn't tell their real names."

The old doctor was grateful for Fang Yiai's kindness, and seeing the old man in white clothes returning his heartfelt intentions, he chimed in and said, "How can you be so reasonable, you old man, you want to break your promise at such an old age?"

After the old doctor's words fell, these old men who wanted to make friends with "He Zudao" chimed in one after another:
"That's right, you said just now that you wanted to exchange Jiao Weiqin with other people's chess records, calligraphy and paintings, we all heard the truth, why are you going back on your word now?"

"Dude, what you said before is also the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Why did you lose your demeanor after living in seclusion?"

"You're such an adult, you still break your word with a child? Are you shy? Shame?"

Being squeezed by his old friend, the old man in white blushed, hesitated for a while, and then said: "I didn't say no to change! I just..."

Before he finished speaking, the old doctor took the lead in picking up Jiao Weiqin, and then stuffed it into Fang Yiai's arms.

After finishing all this in a lightning-fast manner, the old doctor gave a smirk, and he didn't seem to be a teacher at all, "First, this Jiaoweiqin is yours! Put it away!"

Holding Jiao Weiqin in her arms, Fang Yiai was in a great mood, reluctantly cupped her hands and said to the old man in white: "Such a student is disrespectful."

Seeing that the deal was done, the old man in white endured his bleeding heart, stopped looking at the Jiaoweiqin in Fang Yiai's arms, and murmured to himself: "This score is really good, and the calligraphy and painting are also pretty good."

Du Weng saw that Fang Yi'ai was beaten by the old man in white, he smiled and said: "My old friend is straightforward by nature, so don't worry about it, little brother."

"Students don't dare." While talking, Xie Zhongju walked up to Fang Yiai, and reached out to take Jiao Weiqin over.

After the two had handed over Jiao Weiqin, the old man Zhong who had been sitting in front of the chess table walked forward slowly, and said to Fang Yiai with a half-hearted smile: "Brother He, seeing how young you are, how can you be so good at calligraphy?" With such attainments, he must have won the prime minister's true teaching, right?"

Speaking of the word "Prime Minister", old man Zhong took a special look at Du Weng, his face was full of sarcasm.

Fang Yiai, who didn't know the reason, mistook the "Prime Minister" for Fang Xuanling, and handed it back: "Students are not half as good as teachers, and in this life, they can only be compared."

As she said that, Fang Yiai suddenly thought of the inscription in regular script that she had seen on the screen wall of the chess hall.

"The student was at the entrance of the chess hall before, and saw the inscription on the screen wall in regular script. Compared with the inscription, the student's thin gold body is just a trivial trick, and he is ashamed of himself!"

It's not that Fang Yiai intended to flatter, the regular script inscriptions on the screen wall are extremely sophisticated, and they are not inferior to "Zhenguan Sankai". Now hearing old man Zhong's praise, Fang Yiai, a copyist, feels a little embarrassed, so she put The conversation shifted to the inscription on the screen wall.

"Oh? The inscription on the screen wall?" Old man Zhong stroked his beard and thought about it, then glanced at Du Weng who was smiling and silent beside him, and snorted coldly: "You really are dishonest!"

After finishing speaking, old man Zhong turned around and sat back at the chess table, ignoring Fang Yiai who was confused.

Fang Yiai was surrounded by clouds and mountains and mists that old man Zhong said, and scratched her head secretly wondering, "Isn't it true? What I said is from the bottom of my heart!"

Just as Fang Yiai was confused, seeing that it was getting late, Xie Zhongju reminded him: "My lord, it's getting late. Let's go back?"

After his thoughts were disrupted by Xie Zhongju, Fang Yiai simply stopped thinking about old man Zhong's strange words and nodded, "Okay."

"Misters, the students are going ahead." After saying goodbye to everyone, Fang Yiai turned to look at the old doctor, cupped her hands and said, "Master, the students are going home first."

"Okay, wait for the leader." After talking with Fang Yiai, the old doctor looked at Du Weng beside him, and muttered to himself, "Why didn't the leader say goodbye to Du Weng? Could it be that there was a gap between the teacher and the student?"

Just when the old doctor was confused, Fang Yiai cupped his hands to Du Weng calmly and said, "Du Weng, the student is leaving now."

Looking at this cheap apprentice, Du Weng chuckled and said slowly: "Okay, the old man has been idle at home these days, and often comes to the chess hall to play and relax. You can come more in the future."

"Okay, the students will definitely come to pay a visit to Du Weng in the future."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai and Xie Zhongju walked out of the chess hall slowly, and took Jiao Weiqin to return to the Qin Mansion proudly.

After Fang Yiai and the two left, the old man Zhong who was sitting in front of the chess table snorted coldly, and said displeasedly: "He Zudao, this kid is really good at flirting. He knows that the inscription on the screen wall was written by Du Weng, but he still kidnaps him." You come to praise your teacher, thinking that the "Swordsman" composed by Prime Minister Fang was coaxed by him, right?"

Seeing someone slandering Fang Yiai, the old doctor was the first to quit, "You old man, Nuo is old and arrogant, this is called the way of being a disciple, do you understand?"

Due to the presence of Du Weng, everyone responded one after another, and turned to denounce Old Man Zhong.

Du Weng saw a group of old friends shouting non-stop, smiled wryly, thoughtfully, "I don't know He Zudao before, why does he claim to be my disciple? Is it just for fame? Presumably he has long worshiped Xuanling Under the door, it doesn't seem so simple, does it?"

At dusk, inside the Daming Palace.

After Li Shimin reviewed the memorial, he just stepped out of the Zichen Hall when he suddenly felt his sleeves tighten, and then he cried and said that it rang in Tang Taizong's ear.

Since entering the palace early in the morning, Changsun Wuji has been guarding the gate of the Zichen Hall, thirsty and hungry all the way, when he suddenly saw Li Shimin coming out, the grievances accumulated in his heart suddenly exploded, "My lord, you have to be the master of my minister. Why don't you say Too much bullying...too much bullying!"

(End of this chapter)