Chapter 917 Returning with a Full Load
As the sun set, Zhu Pingan held an inkstone in one hand and a scroll of copybooks in the other. He stood at the door of Prince Yu's Mansion with a smile on his face, bathed in the afterglow and sunset, and held his hands with Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and others. People say goodbye.
"Master, let me hold that stone for you." Liu Dadao led the horse and said to Zhu Ping'an.
"Oh, okay, thank you."
Zhu Ping'an nodded and handed the inkstone in his hand to Liu Dadao. It was not convenient to ride a horse with something in both hands. .
"This stone feels pretty good." Liu Dadao took the inkstone, tossed it casually, and praised it.
"Hey, you rough guy, you have to be careful. That's not a stone. It's an inkstone given by the Holy Emperor today. An inkstone costs a lot of money. Don't drop it." An official from Prince Yu's Mansion saw Liu Dadao casually throwing the inkstone as soon as he left the gate, and his nervous face turned pale.
"What?! An inkstone given by the emperor, worth a thousand gold?!"
Liu Dadao didn't expect that the stone in his hand was so big. He was so frightened that he almost didn't let go of the inkstone.
“Ouch”
The subordinate officer couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the inkstone falling out of Liu Dadao's hand. He took a deep breath when he saw Liu Dadao finally caught it.
"Ahem, cough, cough, it turns out this stone is so big. Master, you should hold the stone, and I'll take the roll of paper." Liu Dadao touched his head with a smile and put the paper in his hand. He handed the hot inkstone to Zhu Pingan, wanting to exchange it for the copybook in Zhu Pingan's hand.
“That roll of paper?!”
When the official heard this, he couldn’t help but rolled his eyes at Liu Dadao, “The roll of paper you are talking about is the Book of Saints. Wang Xizhi is one of the few people left in the world The original work of the Book Sage, one of the few, do you understand? It is no exaggeration to say that the 'roll of paper' you are talking about is enough to exchange for half a city."
"It can be exchanged. Half a city?”
Liu Dadao's eyes nearly popped out, he smacked his tongue and shrank his neck, "Then I'd better hold the inkstone."
"Haha, it's not that exaggerated." Zhu Pingan smiled and shook his head. .
The inkstone in Liu Dadao's hand was the prize won by Zhu Ping'an at the Poetry Meeting in the Pergola of Prince Yu's Mansion. It was a Xi inkstone given by Emperor Jiajing. The other Xi inkstone was obtained by Zhang Juzheng. Of course, Yin Shidan was not empty-handed either. , King Yu gave another bonus.
As for the copybook in Zhu Pingan's hand, it was a surprise to Zhu Pingan.
At the end of the pergola poetry meeting, someone from Prince Jing’s Mansion next door sent a copybook on King Jing’s order and named it to Zhu Ping’an.
Wang Xizhi’s peace message? !
Did King Jing give it to Zhu Pingan? ! ! !
At that time, Zhu Pingan looked confused, and everyone in Prince Yu's palace was in an uproar, looking at Zhu Pingan with strange eyes.
We have a traitor in our midst. That’s about it.
Everyone had heard rumors before that Emperor Jiajing was originally planning to move Zhu Ping'an to the position of bachelor of the Prince Jing's Palace, but for some reason it was changed to the bachelor of the Prince Yu's Palace. Now, King Jing actually sent someone to give Zhu Ping'an such a valuable thing? !
Now it seems that it would be strange if there were no ghosts here? !
So, at that time, everyone in Prince Yu's palace looked at Zhu Ping'an with doubtful expressions. Even Prince Yu was a little strange.
Zhu Ping'an remained calm and asked the visitor calmly why King Jing sent the copybook to him.
The man briefly told the whole story.
It turned out to be the lucky draw of the Poetry Society. King Jing actually put the works of the two poetry societies together for evaluation.
As a result, everyone was relieved, and the eyes they looked at Zhu Ping'an changed from traitor to envy. Although Wang Xizhi's original work was only half of it, its value was immeasurable, and it was enough to be regarded as an heirloom of the aristocratic family.
Although he knew the whole story, knew that the copybook was the prize of the Poetry Society, which he deserved, and also knew that the prize was one of the few authentic works of Wang Xizhi that survived and was extremely valuable, Zhu Ping'an still did not hesitate. He decisively refused.
Joke.
You still have to have a stance.
How can I accept things from Prince Jing’s Palace when I work in Prince Yu’s Palace? !
But don't lose a lot for a small amount.
Zhu Pingan's decisive refusal without hesitation surprised everyone in Prince Yu's Mansion. They thought that they would not be able to do this to them, so they looked at Zhu Pingan's eyes. A little bit impressed.
Chen Yiqin even stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly.
Zhu Pingan's stance made King Yu very satisfied and gratified, and he looked at Zhu Pingan with more trust.
A visitor from Prince Jing’s Mansion said that if he could not complete the task, he would be punished by Prince Jing.
So again and again.
Zhu Pingan had no choice but to take the copybook, but after taking it, he presented it to King Yu with both hands and asked King Yu to deal with it.
After King Yu took the copybook, he naturally gave it to Zhu Pingan.
Although it was just a change of hands, the nature was completely different, from a reward from King Jing to a reward from King Yu.
Since it was a reward from King Yu, Zhu Pingan naturally accepted it happily.
Therefore, when Zhu Pingan came home from get off work, he held an inkstone in one hand and a copybook in the other, and returned home with a full load.
"Master Zhu, walk slowly."
"Master Zhu, walk slowly"
Many of the officials who came out of the door took the initiative to bid farewell to Zhu Ping'an. Today's poetry meeting Shang Zhu Pingan's performance won the respect of many people in Prince Yu's palace.
"Mr. Zhang, walk slowly, Mr. Liu, walk slowly, Mr. Liu, Mr. Wang, see you tomorrow." Zhu Pingan returned the greetings to them one by one.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Zhu Ping'an got on his horse with the copybook in hand, and rode with Liu Dadao towards the Linhuai Marquis Mansion.
Twilight is approaching, clouds are urging horses' hooves all the way, and when the sunset kisses the horizon, Zhu Ping'an returns to Linhuai Marquis Mansion.
"Miss, Miss, my uncle is back"
"My uncle is back"
The little girls enjoying the garden saw Zhu Pingan coming from a distance, Then he trotted off to report the news to Li Shu.
So, when Zhu Ping'an first entered, Li Shu led Baozi, the little maid and others to greet him.
Like yesterday, the naughty boy Rui Geer and the little loli Niuniu were also in the Jingxiang Garden, following Li Shudian'er.
"Brother-in-law, what are you holding in your hand?"
The naughty kid has sharp eyes. He saw the inkstone and copybook in Zhu Pingan's hand at a glance, and asked curiously Dao, when calling Zhu Pingan's brother-in-law, as usual, the word country bumpkin almost blurted out again.
“Boom.”
Li Shu put her slender hand on the naughty child's head, lifted her pink jade finger and flicked it, and said with concern: "Brother Rui, there is a grass on your head."
"Thank you, Fifth Sister. "
When the naughty boy saw that Li Shu was so kind to him and even helped him play grass, he raised his little fat face in emotion and said thank you.
After thanking Li Shu, the naughty child turned his little fat face proudly. His small eyes were not big in the first place. He squinted at Zhu Pingan and snorted twice proudly. He successfully competed for favor with him. Like a little pig, hum, country bumpkin brother-in-law, have you seen it? Don’t look at the fact that you married five people. Sister, but the fifth sister is still nice to me, you can only sit in the back row
"Silly boy, why are you being polite to your sister? Hey, there is one more." Li Shu narrowed her eyes and said in a sweet voice with a smile. As he spoke, he seemed to find another piece of grass, then he curled his pink jade fingers and played it again.
Boom.
The sound is quite crisp.
“Fifth sister is so kind.” The naughty boy raised his chubby face and thanked Li Lishu, feeling extremely moved.
After thanking Li Shu, the naughty boy once again turned his chubby face proudly, looked at Zhu Pingan, and snorted proudly. (End of this chapter)