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Chapter 1227 The Secret of the Prince's Death

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After Zhang Zhou received the money, he gradually became familiar with these merchants. Because the merchants supported him in both gestures and words, the two sides had a very happy chat.

Zhang Zhou had a good capacity for alcohol. According to his habit, he used to drink only a small amount of alcohol. Now that he was relaxed, and these businessmen took turns to please him, he drank a little more.

But he was just drunk and talked a little more.

What shouldn't be said, he still doesn't say.

This point of propriety, as the steward of the palace, should always be kept in mind.

You must know that the higher the standard, the greater the rules of speaking, and there are more people who say things that should not be said, and are reprimanded, exiled, and disappear than those who have done something wrong.

Just as Zhang Zhou took another sip of his wine, he was listening to the businessman sitting on the left smiling and saying, "Have you heard of the skinny horses in Yuzhou? They are beautiful, obedient and talented. Shen Xue and everyone in fact It was born here!"

Zhang Zhou was a little surprised: "I've heard of her reputation, and she was born as a skinny horse? By the way, didn't you say Yangzhou skinny horse?"

"The manager is from the north, so you don't know much about it. In fact, everyone loves prostitutes in the south. They buy people from all over the country and send them to Yangzhou for further studies. There are also many people who learn Yangzhou dialect."

"However, there is always a style in this matter."

"Yangzhou skinny horses are well-known all over the world, but they have become famous, so a large number of people have invested in this industry. The quality is uneven. The skin and meat business is gradually liberalized, and the price plummets, and finally gradually declines."

"Yuzhou, on the other hand, strives for excellence and is taught by famous teachers. He can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, play and sing, and talk about the past and the present. He can also accompany wine, but he must keep a distance of one foot from the guests after drinking to show his self-esteem. Self-love."

"Although it's superficial, but everyone likes it. Rich businessmen often spend a lot of money and it's hard to make a beautiful woman smile. If you want to kiss Fangze, you have to work hard. They have a name, known as the study, Shen Xueshen and everyone are the outstanding ones."

"If the steward likes it, we can buy one..."

"Just listen to it, let's buy it, Wangfu, we don't allow outsiders like this to enter." Zhang Zhou squinted his drunken eyes, and quickly waved his hand to refuse.

The scene was a little awkward, someone put down the cup and changed the subject: "Guan Zhang, I have only been in Beijing for a short time, so I don't know anything about the affairs of the capital. But there are a lot of interesting things to talk about.”

"You are the steward of the palace, and you are the most respectable person in our table. You must know a lot of such anecdotes. Can you introduce them to us? Let us country folks from other places open their eyes too? Long gain knowledge?"

"It's easy!" Zhang Zhou laughed, with a relaxed expression on his face: "I have a little wine, let me think about it first!"

As this person said, he is the steward of the Shu Palace, a decent person, and the people and things he has come into contact with are not comparable to these few businessmen.

The visitor not only pleases oneself, but also shows off one's connections and abilities!
"Have it!"

Recalling the gossip about the rich and powerful that he knew, Zhang Zhou chose a part that could be told to outsiders, and he thought of Wei Jianhou picking up ashes.

This matter is well known in the powerful circles, that is to say, ordinary people don't know it.

Telling these businessmen about this matter is not considered to offend people. After all, there are too many people who know about this matter, and there must be people like myself who tell this matter as an anecdote to outsiders.

One more self is not much, one less self is not much.

Besides, it's safe to discuss this kind of bedside affair.

Even if he is already drunk, Zhang Zhou still knows very well what can be gossiped about and what cannot be gossiped about.

"Talk about Weijianhou's family. It is said that the eldest son is dying. He has been married for seven years and has no children. Seeing that the title will be passed on to the second wife, the eldest son thinks about it, and even wants to borrow a seed..."

"Who knew this matter was known to Marquis Wei Jian, and he said how could this matter be borrowed from others, so he drank too much wine overnight and went to his daughter-in-law's room."

The businessman couldn't help being stunned when he heard these things about the dignitaries. Someone swallowed and asked, "Is the daughter-in-law here pretty?"

"She is the third lady of the servant's family. I took a look at her and she is very dignified and beautiful. It's a pity that she married this useless man."

"Then her husband isn't embarrassed?"

"What's so embarrassing, holding my son and smiling happily, it's originally a top secret, and no one knows, but if there are too many, there will be two, and if there are too many, it will naturally pass through the wall."

Zhang Zhou opened his mouth to talk about the ashes picking up, admiring the faces of people in the merchant city who really know how to play, so he wanted to shut up. a turn.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Zhou continued with a strange smile, "What kind of expression do you guys have? This is shocking. I really have no experience... Let me say something sensational. You all know the secret of the prince's death back then." What? The death of the crown prince was not that simple!"

When he said these words, he also raised his voice, and his voice was not small.

There were a few people sitting in the next room, who were using wine to make orders, and the loser was punished with a glass, pouring wine, when they heard this all of a sudden, their movements stopped.

Originally, I didn't intend to eavesdrop on what the people in the next room were talking about, but when I heard the words "the death of the prince", the people in the next room felt a bit nauseous about the wine.

They even looked at each other in dismay, with hesitant expressions, not knowing which bastard was so bold as to dare to talk about the death of the prince in the boundaries of the capital, and said it was a big secret?
Good guy, I'm not afraid of death!

But the seriousness of this matter is not comparable to that of today's sages and grandsons. After all, no matter how noble a prince is, a prince who has been dead for 20 years is far inferior to a living prince.

When one person was pouring wine, he spilled some, and ordered the dishes with chopsticks: "Master Yang, are we..."

A certain man named Yang Ye leaned in and said with a smile: "Don't panic, this hotel is not too small anymore, it's a time-honored brand, if you can't wait for idlers to come, there's really something wrong with it, let's listen."

"Guard Zhang..."

When Zhang Zhou said these words, he didn't realize what he just said. The businessmen sitting next to him froze, and their expressions were a little unnatural.

Is Zhang Zhou drunk?

Wasn't it quite reasonable to talk to Zhang Zhou before?
Why did you suddenly talk about the dead prince?
It's not right to say that it was the companion who provoked the rebellion first!The companion just asked Zhang Zhou to talk about the anecdotes and gossips of the elite circles in the capital, but he didn't inquire about the royal family!
What's more, what kind of anecdote is the death of the prince?
But think again, how many years has the prince been dead?
The deterrent power has long since disappeared. Even if Zhang Zhou was drunk, mentioned the prince, and said such a sentence or two, it would not be considered a big deal.

Of course, if there is no deterrence, it is a matter of the royal family, so there should be no more talk.

These businessmen were stunned for a moment, and they all spoke one after another, trying to divert the topic to other places.

"I heard that there are so many Lord Hous in Beijing that you can meet one casually on the road. I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Guard Zhang, drink, drink first!"

"I have heard that His Royal Highness the King of Shu is the most kind. I really envy Zhang Guanshi following such a master."

A group of people persuaded him to drink and tried to gag Zhang Zhou's mouth, but Zhang Zhou was in a daze, half awake, and always felt that there was something to say, and he would be happy if he said it all.

"You guys are too timid, what's the point?" Zhang Zhou yelled drunkenly, regardless of the businessman's pale expression.

(End of this chapter)