Chapter 337: First Encounter at the Xu Mansion
Zhu Ping'an and the other three were so proud of the spring breeze that they marched all the way to Xu Jie's residence. They passed West Chang'an Street on the way, and the Yan Mansion Gate on West Chang'an Street was still busy with traffic and busy. Zhu Ping'an briefly told Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen about the last time he won the Huiyuan lottery and was invited to a banquet by Yan Shifan. He mainly talked about how he was made things difficult for everyone in Yan's mansion and how little Comrade Ouyang "showed his prowess". As for the matter, as for the fact that I accidentally saw Yan Lan, the second lady of the Yan family, taking a bath, I will skip it with the Spring and Autumn style.
"Hahaha, no wonder there are rumors in the capital recently that the selection of candidates for this year's test will be unfair. Many people have good noses and eyes and say that the second place in the test is far more talented than the first place, Hui Yuan. It turns out that Yan Mansion did it at this banquet. Damn it. The second Ouyang Zishi is Yan Song's nephew. It's normal for Yan Mansion to make Ouyang Zishi famous like this!" Zhang Siwei glanced at the busy Yan Mansion and smiled disdainfully.
"A nest of snakes and rats." Wang Shizhen was also very disdainful of Yan Mansion.
"Yes, Yan Maoqing, the deputy examiner of this examination, is a backbone of the Yan Party. It seems that Yan Maoqing's appointment as the examiner of this examination has something to do with Yan Song. It seems that he plans to appoint Ouyang Zishi as the member of the examination. Yes. The agency was too smart in its calculations, but unexpectedly, you came out of nowhere and took away the calculation. If it fails, I'm afraid I'll blame you. I heard that Yan Shifan is not a good person and is vicious and cunning. I think Yan Maoqing will be the examiner for this conference. Are you okay, Zihou?" Zhang Siwei touched his chin and thought for a moment. He guessed the whole thing clearly, then looked at Zhu Pingan with some worry and asked.
Wang Shizhen took action and raised and lowered her hands on Zhu Pingan to see if Zhu Pingan was injured. She was worried that Zhu Pingan was plotted or overtly plotted by Yan Shifan and others at the last Yan Mansion banquet.
"Stop it, I'm fine." Zhu Ping'an quickly avoided Wang Shizhen's hands, and his goose bumps trembled when he was touched. He had no hobby of picking up soap.
"They want Ouyang Zishi to be famous. I just want to satisfy them. It's just a false name." Zhu Pingan doesn't care about fame at all.
"Alas, Zihou has been wronged. Zihou is quick and talented in writing. When he arrived at the dragon's den in Yan's Mansion, the situation forced him to make Ouyang Zihou, the most beautiful scholar, feel wronged." Wang Shizhenjue's Zhu Ping'an He was trying to comfort the two of them, sighing, and apologizing for Zhu Pingan.
Well, you guys are really overthinking it. I really didn’t take it seriously. Zhu Pingan looked at Wang Shizhen who seemed to feel the same way and didn’t know what to say.
The three of them walked from the residence of Yan Song, the chief minister of the cabinet, to the street corner. At the street corner, they turned right and crossed two streets to reach Huaishu Hutong. The third house along Huaishu Hutong was Xu, the Minister of Rites. Xu Jie's mansion, Xu Jie's mansion, is also an ordinary official's home. Although it is also grand, it is far from Yan Song's mansion.
When Zhu Ping'an and the others arrived in front of Xu Jie's mansion, several students happened to come out of Xu's mansion together. Zhu Ping'an and the other three slightly bowed their hands to a few people, and these people also bowed their hands and nodded as they passed by. These people had also just paid homage to Xu Jie.
Arrived in front of the Xu Mansion, Zhu Ping'an and the others handed the disciple's assassination and salute to the concierge, and waited at the door for the concierge's announcement. It didn't take long for the concierge to invite Zhu Ping'an and the others into the mansion. A man who looked like a steward led Zhu Ping'an and the others into the Xu Mansion. They walked around the small garden and passed through a corridor to the front hall of the Xu Mansion. The steward stood in front of the hall. Zhu Ping'an and the others are asked to enter by themselves.
Zhu Pingan and the others entered the front hall and saw Xu Jie sitting on the main seat. In Zhu Pingan's eyes, Xu Jie was a very kind uncle, about forty years old, very fair. He doesn't look tall, and the smile on his face gives people a very friendly feeling.
Sitting in the main seat, it must be Xu Jie. "Disciple Zhu Ping'an (Zhang Siwei) (Wang Shizhen) pays homage to his master." Zhu Ping'an and the others entered the front hall, knelt down in the manner that disciples would pay homage to their master, and said in unison that they were paying homage to their master. They respectfully held up their hands and presented them again. Zhang Quan's disciples stabbed him. You have to kneel when you are under others. Zhu Pingan, who was kneeling on the ground, slandered the evil feudal society in his heart, but of course he was still very respectful on the outside.
"You are all the future pillars of the country. No need to be polite, please get up quickly." Xu Jie stood up from his seat, walked to Zhu Pingan and others, and stretched out his hand to provide support.
"Thank you, Master." After thanking Xu Jie, Zhu Pingan was the first to get up, followed by Zhang Siwei, and finally Wang Shizhen.
When he stood up, Zhu Ping'an scanned the front hall. Besides Xu Jie, there were two other people in the front hall. One of them he knew, and the other was the first time he met. The person he met was the most powerful man in the Ming Dynasty. He was Yang Jisheng, whom he had met when he first entered the capital. Just like the first time he met him, Yang Jisheng was sitting there in a dark blue cloth robe, looking upright. Like an edged sword. But at this time, Yang Jisheng looked very worried.
When Zhu Pingan stood up first, Yang Jisheng recognized Zhu Pingan. He was slightly surprised and nodded slightly towards Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Pingan also nodded and returned the gift. In addition to Yang Jisheng, there is another person in the front hall. If Yang Jisheng is a sharp sword, then this person is like a city, unfathomable.
In fact, when he met Wang Shizhen and Zhang Siwei, Zhu Pingan felt that the two were standard handsome guys, and they could definitely act in idol dramas in modern times. But compared to the man sitting in the front hall, he was still a little inferior.
This man should be the most handsome person Zhu Pingan has seen since he came to Ming Dynasty. To describe him as a handsome man is not enough. The standard Ming Dynasty bun is set in a white jade crown. The combination of handsome facial features is impeccable. His eyes are sharp and energetic, and he has a handsome short black beard. The whole person gives people a majestic feeling. It seems like a person who achieves great things has a hint of leadership style.
But it feels like this man has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he probably pays great attention to grooming. His hair is very neatly combed, and not a single hair is messy; his clothes also look like they are brand new. , and there is not a single pleat. You must know that this guy is sitting down, but there is not a single pleat. It’s not obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The strange thing is that the first impression this man gave Zhu Pingan was that he was very dignified and unfathomable. This feeling is very strange. I felt this way when I saw him for the first time, but I couldn't help it. Things were just so weird. This was the signal reflected by my brain when I saw this person for the first time.
"You are all talented people, stop standing, sit down and talk." After Xu Jie waited for Zhu Pingan and others to stand up, he waved his hand for Zhu Pingan and others to take their seats.
"Thank you, Master." Zhu Ping'an and the others thanked them quickly, and then sat on the chairs at the bottom of the front hall. Zhu Pingan was sitting closest to the person. After sitting down, he smelled a faint scent of powder. He moved his nose slightly and determined that it was coming from the person next to him.
Uh, no, it’s okay to be handsome, pay attention to grooming, have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but you still put on balm? Why do you have this preference?
If it weren’t for the majestic and majestic demeanor of this man, Zhu Ping’an would have almost ordered a curry for this man in his heart. (End of this chapter)