The rise of the poor

Chapter 917
As the sun was setting, Zhu Pingan held an inkstone in one hand and a scroll of copybooks in the other, standing at the gate of Prince Yu's Mansion with a smile on his face, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, and bid farewell to Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and others.

"My lord, I'll hold that stone for you." Liu Dadao led the horse and said to Zhu Ping'an.

"Oh, yes, thank you."

Zhu Pingan nodded, and handed the inkstone in his hand to Liu Dadao. It was not convenient to ride a horse with things in both hands.

"This stone feels pretty good." Liu Dadao took the inkstone, tossed it casually, and praised it.

"Hey, Wuna bastard, you must be careful, it is not a stone, it is the inkstone given by the emperor today, it is worth a thousand gold, don't drop it." A member of Prince Yu's mansion As soon as Guan came out of the gate, he saw Liu Dadao throwing the inkstone casually, and his nervous face turned pale.

"What?! The imperial gift inkstone, a thousand pieces of gold for an inkstone?!"

Liu Dadao didn't expect the stone in his hand to be so big, he was so startled that he almost didn't let go of the inkstone.

"Oh hello"

Seeing the inkstone in Liu Dadao's hand, the subordinate officer couldn't help but exclaimed. Seeing that Liu Dadao finally caught it again, he took a deep breath.

"Ahem, ahem, it turns out that this stone is so big, my lord, you should hold this stone, and I'll get that roll of paper." Liu Dadao touched his head with a silly smile, and handed the hot inkstone in his hand to Zhu Ping An, I want to exchange the copybook in Zhu Pingan's hand.

"The roll of paper?!"

Hearing the words just now, the subordinate officer couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Liu Dadao, "The roll of paper you mentioned is one of the few authentic works left in the world by the sage of calligraphy, the sage of calligraphy, one of the few authentic works. Do you understand?! As far as the 'roll of paper' in your mouth is concerned, it is no exaggeration to say that it is enough to replace half a city."

"Can you exchange half of the city?!"

Liu Dadao's eyeballs almost popped out, he smacked his tongue, and shrank his neck, "Then I'd better take the inkstone."

"Hehe, it's not that exaggerated." Zhu Pingan smiled and shook his head.

The inkstone in Liu Dadao’s hand is the lottery that Zhu Pingan won at the Poetry Club in the Pergola of King Yu’s Mansion. The Xi Inkstone was bestowed by Emperor Jiajing, and the other Xi Inkstone was obtained by Zhang Juzheng. A lottery.

As for the copybook in Zhu Ping'an's hand, it was a surprise to Zhu Ping'an.

When the Pergola Poetry Meeting was coming to an end, someone from King Jing's Mansion next door delivered a copybook on the order of King Jing, and said it to Zhu Ping'an by name.

Wang Xizhi's Ping An post? !

King Jing gave it to Zhu Ping'an? ! ! !
At that time, Zhu Ping'an was in a daze, and everyone in Prince Yu's Mansion was in an uproar, looking at Zhu Ping'an with strange eyes.

We've got a mole in our middle. That's about it.

Everyone had heard rumors before that Emperor Jiajing originally planned to move Zhu Ping'an to be a Bachelor of Attendant of Prince Jing's Mansion, but for some reason it was finally changed to a Bachelor of Attendant of Prince Yu's Mansion.Now, King Jing actually sent someone to give Zhu Pingan such a valuable thing? !
Looking at it now, what if there are no ghosts in it? !
Therefore, at that time, everyone in Prince Yu's mansion looked at Zhu Ping'an suspiciously, even King Yu was a little strange.

Zhu Pingan remained calm, and calmly asked the visitor why King Jing sent the copybook to himself.

The man briefly explained the whole story.

It turned out to be the winner of the Poetry Club, but King Jing actually put the works of the two Poetry Clubs together for evaluation.

As a result, everyone was relieved, and the eyes they looked at Zhu Pingan changed from traitors to envious ones. Although Wang Xizhi's authentic work is only half of it, its value is immeasurable, and it is enough to be regarded as a family heirloom.

Although he knew what was going on, and knew that the copybook was the lottery of the poetry society, he deserved it, and also knew that the lottery was one of the few surviving authentic works of Wang Xizhi, which was invaluable, but Zhu Pingan refused without hesitation.

joke.

There is still a position.

I work in Prince Yu's Mansion, how can I receive things from King Jing's Mansion? !

You can't lose the big because of small things.

Zhu Ping'an's resolute refusal without hesitation surprised everyone in Prince Yu's Mansion. They thought they would not be able to do what Zhu Ping'an did, so they looked at Zhu Ping'an with a little more admiration.

Chen Yiqin stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly.

Zhu Ping'an's position made Yu Wang very satisfied and pleased, and he looked at Zhu Ping'an with more trust.

Someone from King Jing's mansion said that if he failed to complete the task, he would be punished by King Jing, and he would kneel down for a long time, and he would never stop sending him off.

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, asking him to deal with it.

After King Yu took the copybook, he naturally gave it to Zhu Ping'an.

Although it was only a change of hands, the nature was completely different, from King Jing's reward to King Yu's reward.

Since it was rewarded by King Yu, Zhu Ping'an naturally accepted it with a smile.

Therefore, when Zhu Pingan came home from get off work, he held the inkstone in one hand and the copybook in the other, and returned with a full load.

"Master Zhu, go slowly."

"Master Zhu, walk slowly"

Many of the officials who followed up at the gate took the initiative to bid farewell to Zhu Ping'an. Zhu Ping'an's performance at today's poetry meeting won the respect of many people in Prince Yu's Mansion.

"Master Zhang, go slowly, Master Liu, go slowly, Master Liu, Master Wang, see you tomorrow." Zhu Pingan returned the salute with them one by one.

After bidding farewell to everyone, Zhu Ping got on his horse with a copybook in his hand, and rode his horse towards Linhuaihou's mansion with Liu Dadao.

The twilight was all together, and the clouds and clouds all the way urged the horseshoes. When the afterglow of the setting sun kissed the horizon, Zhu Ping'an returned to Linhuaihou's mansion.

"Miss, miss, uncle is back"

"Uncle is back"

The little girls in Jingxiang Garden saw Zhu Ping'an approaching from a distance, so they trotted to report to Li Shu.

So, when Zhu Ping'an just entered the door, Li Shu led Baozi, the little maid and others to greet him.

Just like yesterday, the bear boy Rui and the little Lolita Niuniu were also in Jingxiang Garden, following Li Shu Dianer.

"Brother-in-law, what are you holding in your hand?"

Xiongzi's eyes were very sharp, and he saw the inkstone and copybook in Zhu Ping'an's hand at a glance, and asked curiously. When he called Zhu Ping's brother-in-law, as usual, the word bumpkin almost blurted out again.

"Boom."

Li Shu put her slender hand on the bear's head, bent her pink finger and flicked it, and said with concern: "Brother Rui, there is a grass on your head."

"Thank you fifth sister."

Seeing that Li Shu was so kind to him and even played grass for him, Xiongzi was moved and raised his chubby face as a thank you.

After thanking Li Shu, the bear child proudly turned his little fat face. His small eyes were not big, and he deliberately squinted at Zhu Ping'an, and hummed proudly, like a little pig who has won the favor , Humph, brother-in-law, bumpkin, have you seen that, even though you are married to Fifth Sister, Fifth Sister still treats me well, you can only go to the back row
"Silly boy, why are you being polite to my sister? Hey, there is another one." Li Shu squinted her eyes and said in a charming voice with a smile. As she spoke, she seemed to find another grass. .

thump.

The sound is quite crisp.

"Fifth Sister is so kind." Xiong Zi raised his chubby face and thanked Li Lishu, so moved that he couldn't help but want to.

After thanking Li Shu, the bear child proudly turned his chubby face again, looked at Zhu Ping'an, and hummed proudly.

(End of this chapter)