Chapter 408: Being my concubine and leading a team?
It’s night.
Sinan Bo Mansion.
In the courtyard at the end of the Luan Yue Cave Gate, starlight and candlelight complement each other. Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Xian who was silent in front of the waterwheel humidifier and told him what happened at the palace gate in the afternoon.
The key is actually in Chu Pingsheng’s hand? !
As early as when he was in Danzhou, Fan Xian wanted to open the box to see what his mother had left for him, but he couldn't open it because he didn't have the key. The key box was very strong. He tried all kinds of methods, including knives, axes and saws, but nothing worked. No.
He asked Wu Zhu, but due to the lack of relevant memory, Wu Zhu did not know where the key was. Until the battle with Bai Feng, the great master of Xihu, a few days ago, Wu Zhu was stimulated and his mood collapsed. After leaving the city, He went to Taiping Villa and stayed there for a while, slowly regaining his composure. Until Emperor Qing took people there and discovered the existence of Wuzhu, Yan Xiaoyi drove him away.
After Wu Zhu returned to Sinan Bo's house, he told him the news that the key was not in Taiping Courtyard and should be in the hands of the Queen Mother, but the Queen Mother was dead.
Now that Chu Pingsheng told Fan Ruoruo that the key was a relic of the Queen Mother, related to the three major squares, and was a dowry given by the Queen to him and Lin Waner for their wedding, then the logic was correct.
"You are right, Chu Pingsheng made a mistake. The key has nothing to do with the three major squares, it is used to open that box."
Fan Xian nodded at the long box in the tool room that had been unable to be opened.
"Brother...should we agree to this bet or not?"
"Should we not!"
"Should we not?"
Fan Ruoruo said with a sad face: "No, don't you never want to open this box? Brother...you are not...worried that you can't win...also, Zhuang Mohan is a great figure in the Northern Qi literary world."
"Ruoruo, I'm not worried about not being able to win against Zhuang Mohan. In terms of commentaries and interpretations, I might not be as good as him. When it comes to poetry and articles, no one in this world is my opponent. I just don't want to risk your happiness."
If Chu Pingsheng had not played any scheming and had directly made a bet with Fan Ruoruo, he would have been playing drums in his heart and would have been careful, wondering if Xihu Manzi was hiding something secretly. As a result, the other party’s plan was to use the help of the great literary powerhouse of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Mo Han attacked him, which was in line with the logic and thinking of a smart person.
It's a pity that the people of Xihu don't know that any of the Tang and Song poems in his mind can amaze the world.
Fan Ruoruo was very moved, clasped her little hands and said, "Brother, since you are absolutely sure, why don't you take this opportunity to get the key back? As long as you can win, you don't risk my happiness."
Fan Xian had a firm attitude: "If I say no, it won't be possible. This is not a matter of winning or not, but a matter of principle."
"Then... if you don't make a bet with him, what should you do with the key? Do you just watch him take it to Xihu?"
"You don't have to worry about this, I will find another way."
< br>What can he think of? There is no way.
In the past, he could let Wu Zhu rob it violently without any psychological pressure, because it was his mother's thing. However, after the last fierce battle, this method of violent robbery was no longer possible.
Chu Pingsheng is protected by the great master of Xihu, Bai Feng. Bai Feng's strength is not inferior to Wu Zhu, and his uncle Wu Zhu doesn't know what happened. Now he will fall into chaos when he recalls the last battle. His condition was so bad that he couldn't even listen to his words.
If the situation does not improve, he does not want Wu Zhu to fight Bai Feng again.
Fan Ruoruo snorted heavily: "The same goes for the Queen, who actually gave your mother's inheritance to a Xihu barbarian. She is betraying the country. I asked my father to tell His Majesty."
"Ruoruo!" Fan Xian stopped her: "You also said that the queen has given the key to Chu Pingsheng as Wan'er's dowry. It's a done deal. Your Majesty knows about it and can't do anything about it. And I suspect that the queen did it on purpose. "
"What do you mean?"
"She wants to see Chu Pingsheng and I fight to the death."
Fan Xian stood up and glanced at the night sky: "Okay, it's getting late. It's time for you to go back to your room and rest. Don't worry about the key. I have everything."
"Oh, I'll go then. Come on, brother...you should rest early."
"Okay."
Fan Ruoruo took a few steps forward and looked back at the figure under the patio, feeling very distressed.
Of course she could see that Fan Xian had no way to break the situation, and what he just said was to comfort her.
Chu Pingsheng first snatched away his chicken leg girl, and now he got the key to Ye Qingmei's relic box. There is no doubt that this is another heavy blow to her brother.
As Fan Ruoruo walked to her room, she secretly made up her mind that she could not just let the matter go. She must help her brother.
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At that time, the foreign envoy of Xihu Dynasty, Dr. Jin Ziguanglu, the minister of the school's etiquette department, and the prince's grand master Chu Pingsheng came to the palace to pay homage to the empresses. Because of Concubine Shu's words, he was not as good as Fan. Xian was furious and took his anger out on the female officer Hong Zhu, slapping her and scolding her, showing her savagery.
In just one day, the news spread all over the city. The ladies in Kyoto City were all filled with righteous indignation. They called him arrogant and called him vulgar. It is an indisputable fact that Fan Xian is talented and famous in both the government and the public. Is the imperial concubine right? He, the majestic prince and master, has no tolerance for others, so he went wild in the harem because of this matter. It is really embarrassing.
In fact, it is not just the ladies who think this way, the customers of Danbo Bookstore have similar thoughts. After all, Mr. Xiao Fan is their idol. The Red Mansion has won countless reputations. Chu Pingsheng is nothing, he does not learn. How can a rotten person who has no skills and spends his days drinking and drinking, hooking up and listening to music, compare with Mr. Xiao Fan? Is he worthy? !
The crowd outside the court was aroused and the public opinion surged. The court was very quiet because the officials were all afraid of being killed by Bai Feng. The princess and the prince-in-law killed them whenever they asked, and they still used the violent method of exterminating the family. No one will make the first move unless they are tired of living.
Two days later.
The moon is like a hook, the water is like silver, a bay of flower boats is illuminated by lanterns, and the libertines on the banks of the flowing crystal river are like the people in the spring boudoir's dream.
Chu Pingsheng left the ship and landed with the help of two girls.
"Master Chu, are you sure you can leave? How about... Qingshang takes you back to the guest house?"
An actress wearing a transparent gauze skirt, revealing half of her breasts With a worried look on his face, he was afraid that he would be like the Mr. Fu who went home alone after eating too much wine a month ago, fell into the crystal river and drowned, and would never be seen again after this farewell.
"I'm fine. You can go back. It's cold outside. If you catch the wind and cold, who will sing Niannujiao with me tomorrow or drink wine with me."
"Then... Mr. Chu will definitely be a thousand Be careful not to walk near the river.”
"I know, I know."
Chu Pingsheng waved his hand and signaled her to quickly return to the boat. He turned around and walked toward the northwest. Niulan Street was sparsely populated and red. The lamp reflects the back, sometimes long and sometimes short.
Click, click, click… click…
“Close the doors and windows to prevent fire and theft.”
Click, click… click…
"Close the doors and windows to prevent fire and theft."
The watchman's reminder and the sound of gongs were heard not far away.
Halfway through Niulan Street, Chu Pingsheng suddenly stopped, leaned against the pillar hanging the lantern and said, "There are many mosquitoes by the river. You have to suffer a lot after waiting outside for half a night, right?"
Not long after he finished speaking, two women walked out of the alley behind. One was in a close-fitting plain skirt with a yellow shawl, and the other was in red clothes and holding a long sword. They both looked at him coldly.
"Fan Ruoruo? Ye Ling'er? What, you also want to imitate Sigu Jian's disciple and assassinate Fan Xian, and create another Niulan Street assassination case?"
Ye Ling'er said bitterly: "Kill you... I'm afraid my sword will be dirty."
"Then why have you been following me?"
Chu Pingsheng curled his lips and ignored them. , keep going forward.
Fan Ruoruo took the opportunity to grab the bag that was bitten by mosquitoes on the back of his hand, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't leave, the bet you mentioned before...I agreed."
Scoff.
The leather shoes scraped the ground lightly, Chu Pingsheng turned around and breathed out a breath of alcohol.
"If Zhuang Mohan is superior in skills, you will marry me as my concubine. If Fan Xian's literary talent is amazing, shall I give you the key left by Ye Qingmei?"
Fan Ruoruo's answer She said very simply: "That's right."
After discussing the bet with Fan Xian that night, she made up her mind to help her brother. Fan Xian was fully confident that he would defeat him in terms of his achievements in poetry and prose. Zhuang Mohan refused to let go just because the bet was her happiness, but in her own opinion, the risk was worth taking.
The subsequent conversation with her father, Uncle Si Nan, strengthened her confidence.
Fan Jian said that soap, glass, white sugar, magnifying glasses, perfume... these rare things used by the aristocratic class were all created by Ye Qingmei. The mother was a legend, full of secrets, and the son wrote the Red Mansions and Isn’t it normal to climb high and be moved by talent and passion in Kyoto? He wouldn't be surprised how good Fan Xian is.
Fan Jiandu said this, why should she hesitate?
Fan Xian has a principle and does not allow her to gamble with Chu Pingsheng, but she does not. She only needs to hide this matter from her brother.
Ye Ling'er said: "How did you know that Zhuang Mohan would compete with Fan Xian in poetry?"
Chu Pingsheng smiled faintly: "Did you forget my identity? School Inspector Hong The Shaoqing of Lu Temple, the Minister of Rites of the School. Of course, the affairs of Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites cannot be hidden from me. For example, Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites, had a secret meeting with Zhuang Mohan, and Guo Baokun, the son of the Minister of Rites, always wanted to take revenge on Fan Xian for plotting against him on Niulan Street. Qiu... Remember to remind Fan Xian to be careful about problems arising from Guo Shangshu and his son during the Night Banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests in a few days."
She was stunned for a moment, and a trace of doubt flashed across Bo's heroic face. Everyone said that Chu Pingsheng was very incompetent as an official. He slept in flowers and willows, indulged in wine and sex, and looked like an unmotivated guy. But why do we know so much about the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple?
Did Xin Qiwu tell him?
(End of this chapter)