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The scholar obviously didn't expect that she would talk to him. He rubbed the fan bone and didn't speak for a while.

Du Manzhi noticed that although this man was dressed like a scholar, his pupils were brown, his hair was slightly curly, and his facial features were slightly different from those of people from the Central Plains.

He is also too tall.

Could it be a spy from a foreign country?

Her thoughts flashed through her mind, and she thought, it shouldn't be so, who would send someone with such a recognizable appearance to spy on information? Stupid.

The scholar spoke up: "I came to see the excitement of a rival. It would be great if I could see him here."

Du Manzhi and Liu Yan were both in a trance.

This guy smells like standard kebabs as soon as he opens his mouth.

What idiot brought him here? Whenever he opens his mouth and says something, who can believe that he is a scholar? There are not a few words in tune at all.

Du Manzhi used his eyes to signal Liu Yan to block the other scholars.

"Who is your nemesis?" she asked curiously.

The scholar said cheerfully: "Admiral of Xichang! I know he is the mandarin duck sword on the list of celebrities! They say that his martial arts is better than mine. I don't believe it. I want to try it!"

"..."

Du Manzhi searched his memory and found out that the nine-thousand-year-old number one on the list was real, but the person in front of him didn't seem to be in the book, and he didn't hear of any sworn enemies.

Could it be that the butterfly storm caused by her passing through the book triggered a new character?

Next to him, Liu Yan was threatening a middle-aged scholar, with a face as cold as frost, and said solemnly: "Do you recognize my clothes?"

"Yes, yes..." The man's calves began to tremble.

The scholars who were able to go to the capital to take the exam had already passed the prefecture and county exams and were admitted to the Juren Examination. They were generally well-known celebrities in their hometowns. Unfortunately, they never made it to the exams, their ambitions were worn away, and they became stranded in Kyoto.

They had seen the Jinyiwei's ferocity in raiding homes and exterminating clans, and they knew that they could not reason with these ruthless people. He had to answer obediently when asked.

"We heard clearly what those two people asked you to do just now. They are people from the palace. What they want you to do is, to put it bluntly, a partisan dispute! Tsk, be careful of losing your head."

The man was so scared that his face turned pale and he knelt down.

Two silver ingots rolled out of his sleeves.

Without raising his head, he picked up one and handed it to Liu Yan.

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, take all the money, I would never dare to do that!"

Liu Yan's eyebrows twitched: "I don't want the money. I want you to identify them in public. Will you do it?"

The man begged bitterly: "This is killing me!"

"It was you who was greedy. You took the money from Chengen's mansion and took the initiative to follow him into the mansion. No one forced you to come." Liu Yan told the truth.

Others, sensing danger, also knelt on the ground.

Except for the young man with green bamboo embroidered on his clothes, he watched curiously with wide eyes.

Liu Yan: "I only give you two ways. One is to identify who wants to see you in public, the other is to be sent to prison, where you will be skinned first and then be held captive! Choose."

Of these two paths, one is likely to be revenged by Duke Chengen afterwards, and the other is 100% likely to be dumped by Xichang.

Scholar Qingzhu interrupted: "Is there no third way?"

Liu Yan said expressionlessly: "Yes, die now."

The scholar shook his head: "Women from the Central Plains are cruel."

"I'm hungry." He touched his stomach, glanced around, and picked up a piece of white silver from the ground.

The person who dropped the money was confused.

The silver was given to him by the servants of Duke Cheng'en.

He wanted to use it to bribe this female Jin Yiwei, but she wouldn't accept it.

Because the scholar took away the money so smoothly and without any embarrassment, he mistakenly thought that the scholar and the two of them were in the same group and did not dare to say a word at all.

The scholar held the money and said goodbye seriously: "I won't play anymore. I'm going to eat. Say goodbye."

"Uh……"

Du Manzhi watched helplessly as Liu Yan made way for him.

I vaguely understood something.

"You know him?"

Liu Yan nodded, "Wait for me for a while."

After taking care of these scholars, Liu Yan signaled for someone to come over and gave a few instructions before coming back to talk to Du Manzhi.

"Have you looked carefully at the thread on his clothes? There is a kind of jasper silkworm unique to the southwest. If all the silk produced by the jasper silkworm is collected, it can only be used to twist a few kilograms of thread a year. It is extremely expensive. The thread on his head is The root feathers are the tail feathers of the holy bird white peacock. The small ornament on the fan is made of albino camel hair."

Du Manzhi commented: "Exotic mix and match style."

Liu Yan continued: "There is a celebrity in the world. In the past year, there has been a mysterious visitor, nicknamed Qingzhusheng. This person has high martial arts, good qinggong, is dressed in evil things, and spends a lot of money. He is suspected of being the royal family of a small country in the Western Region."

Du Manzhi remembered that the scholar just now didn't forget to collect money before going out, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Spending money generously? The royal family of the Western Regions?"

Which serious prince would compete with a poor scholar for a piece of silver that fell on the ground?

Liu Yan was a little embarrassed and continued:

"Qingzhusheng does everything based on his mood, both good and evil. He likes to hear people praise him, and he also likes to compete in gyms everywhere. He has never lost once. Recently, his fame is almost as high as that of the governor."

Du Manzhi understood: "His top-ranked vest attracted Qingzhusheng."

Liu Yan gave a thumbs up.

The mandarin duck sword on the list of celebrities is Xichang Jiuqiang. The fact that the other party can easily say this already shows that this person's background is not simple.

"Okay, he's gone anyway, let's not mention him." Du Manzhi heard the commotion in front of him and rubbed his hands in anticipation, "Want to watch the fun?"

"go!"

……

A flower-viewing feast is indispensable without flowers blooming everywhere.

In this season, the plum blossoms have not yet bloomed and the chrysanthemums have not yet fallen, so the theme was naturally chosen to be Autumn Jushuang Aoshuang.

Of course, flower viewing is only secondary. What is more important is that the noble ladies have a reason to get together, talk about the recent trends in Kyoto, and exchange information with each other.

For example, what colors or fabrics of clothes are popular recently, and which stores have fresh samples, the information contained in them is often about economic changes;

For example, whose father and brother are promoted, and whose relatives are transferred out of Beijing, this determines who is the target of praise, and who will be pushed to the edge of the circle in the next period of time, or even fall out of the circle.

Today, there can only be one person who is praised by the stars.

She is the granddaughter of Duke Chengen.

The golden princess, Zhan Shuhua.

Before the princess even appeared, the ladies were already discussing spontaneously.

The good ideas proposed by Old Master Yan, especially the Merit Monument, are really attractive to the wealthy families.

As for donating money to confer official positions, the aristocratic families are not very interested in this because they only provide mediocre chores. However, small families with unstable roots happen to have money on hand and want to find a way out for their descendants.

For those with vested interests, that's an absolutely great idea.

Rumor has it that these good tips came from the princess.

The noble ladies used to discuss the matter of repairing the statue and tactfully praised the person who made the suggestion.

After playing with dogs, fluttering butterflies, admiring flowers, drinking tea, and competing poems, everyone was already tired.

The princess gave the order and the girls moved to the theater and took their seats one by one.

The gongs and drums sounded, and famous actors took the stage.

What was sung on the stage was "Beheading the Traitor".

The protagonist is a young monarch hundreds of years ago.

He ascended the throne at the age of fifteen, and worked hard to deal with the insidious and greedy regent. With the help of the Taifu and other wise ministers, he collected all kinds of evil deeds and confronted the regent in the palace, and beheaded on the spot.

The white cloth is covered with blood, announcing the end of the scene.

At the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet specially prepared for female guests, such a bloody scene was arranged! The dye used was not the usual red dye, but steaming real blood!

The wind carrying the fishy smell blew under the stage. The noble ladies' faces turned pale, and the timid ones were already crying, vomiting while crying.

Miss Yan was in the most complicated mood.

It's not her fault for overthinking, but the identities and personalities of the traitorous minister and the tutor in this play are so distinct that it's hard for her not to think too much about them.

There is no regent in Daqian, but there is a 9,000-year-old man who is younger than ten thousand people. He also happens to have a highly respected old master!

What was the princess telling them by arranging this incident?

In other words, a princess trapped in a palace, what does she want to convey to their family through them?

Zhan Shuhua's thin face was calm. She clapped her hands first and ordered the palace people to show the troupe a reward.

It is rare for an actor to receive such a generous reward. When he gets off the stage, he kneels down to express his gratitude.

The uncontrollable joy on his brows and mouth somewhat diluted the weird atmosphere.

The clever handyman went up to pack up the props, rolled up the bloody cloth into a few rags, and took it away. The fishy smell was gradually covered by the fragrance of flowers in the garden.

Miss Yan's eyes flickered, and she suddenly raised her hand, covering her lips with a handkerchief as if she was sick.

Zhan Shuhua turned around and asked with concern: "A Wu is not feeling well? Would you like a cup of tea to soothe your throat?"

She was so calm and nonchalant, as if the drama had nothing to do with her.

Miss Yan felt chilled in her heart and teeth.

When the 9,000-year-old Du Shi was confronted, she felt sorry for the palace maid's plight, but was shocked that the princess had actually given her poison.

When she went to the palace to visit the princess, she saw how haggard the princess was. She couldn't help but feel soft and agreed to deliver a message for her.

But when her grandfather explained the powerful relationships behind the "good strategy" one by one, Miss Yan realized that although she was familiar with the classics, she lacked eyesight and could not understand the things in the court thoroughly.

She had unprecedented doubts and fears about Zhan Shuhua.

The petite body that she grew up with seemed to live in another soul. They were no longer best friends who had a common growth experience. In front of the princess, she was just a useful knife!

How can this be? Why do you have to do this too?

Miss Yan was lying on the other side of the seat, looking like she was about to vomit acidic water but couldn't. Her eyes were red with discomfort.

The maid hurriedly came over to check the situation. Her ear brushed Miss Yan's chin and she heard a few faint breaths:

"Change and let's go."

The maid was specially trained by the old lady, and she immediately "accidentally" flipped the neighbor's teacup belt onto the young lady's dress. ,

"Ah! I know my mistake!"

Zhan Shuhua looked at their performance and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was trying to determine whether the master and the servant were playing her role.

Miss Yan's eyes turned red and she used the excuse of changing clothes to exit the theater.

"Miss, there is a guard upstairs over there, a woman!"

Miss Yan raised her head and met a pair of smiling eyes. This is Du Lingmei!

Standing next to him was a tall woman with an impressive appearance. She was indeed wearing a royal uniform, and she should be the famous Deputy Commander Liu.

Du Manzhi waved to her.

Miss Yan's eyes lit up, and she carefully walked around to the stairs with her wet skirt in hand.

"Miss, why don't we go change clothes..."

"Shh, I'm going to see a friend, you stay here."

Liu Yan, who was upstairs, joked with Du Manzhi: "You've only been here a few days and you already have a good friend. I remember you saved her."

Du Manzhi rubbed her left palm: "Well, when I followed the silver hairpin case to the Yan Mansion. Later, her mother followed me."

Liu Yan was stunned at first. Didn't Miss Yan's mother die for many years?

"Hiss." Liu Yan suddenly remembered that this fellow villager was not an ordinary person, but a heavenly master who could absorb ghosts.

There were cheerful footsteps on the stairs.

Liu Yan suddenly realized that she was not here to meet her friends, but that the little girl missed her mother, and her eyes softened a bit.

Du Manzhi closed the window and released Mrs. Yan in the dark.

Liu Yan couldn't see Mrs. Yan, but her five senses were keen. The moment Mrs. Yan appeared, she felt a cool breeze in the room, and her brows never relaxed again.

When mother and daughter met, there was a burst of intimate whispers.

At such a close distance, it was inevitable that the voices would reach their ears.

Miss Yan said: "Mom, I feel very uneasy when the princess acts like this...Did I do something wrong? I shouldn't tell my grandfather what she said. I shouldn't..."

Mrs. Yan replied to her: "Silly boy, since you have already done it, don't regret it. You were born in the Yan family, and you are bound to be plotted by others. Your parents can't help you. Only your grandfather is your backing. When you encounter trouble, just tell him He, he must have a reason for doing things."

Miss Yan nodded repeatedly, and taking advantage of the precious opportunity to meet her mother, she mentioned another troublesome matter that she could not solve, and specifically emphasized that this was something she could not tell her grandfather.

"If you two sisters have any insights, please don't hesitate to give me some advice."

Du Manzhi and Liu Yan nodded: "Tell me about it."

"It's not my business, it's a good friend of mine."

Miss Yan opened the window a crack and pointed out a melancholy girl in the crowd.

"She met a handsome scholar in the study. She fell in love with him at first sight and boldly went to talk to him. She asked when and where the next meeting would be. The scholar said Duke Cheng'en's Mansion."

When modern girls meet a boy they like, it is normal for them to ask for WeChat.

In Daqian, this is a very bold move, and it can easily damage a girl's reputation if word spreads about it.

Liu Yan glanced at her: "She is General Liu Kai's youngest daughter."

No wonder she doesn’t stick to trivial matters.

Du Manzhi: "But I heard that this chrysanthemum viewing banquet only invites female guests, not male guests."

Miss Yan smiled bitterly: "It's just because she hasn't seen anyone that she is so worried. But the other person is just a scholar with no family background and no fame, and his behavior and speech are a bit weird. I'm really afraid..."

Mrs. Yan has been a ghost for too long. She is far away from the constraints of worldly rules and speaks openly: "It doesn't matter if the two people are in love. If they are both scholars, they are helped by the young lady when they are down, and when they are prosperous, they are married by a matchmaker. It is also a good story."

Liu Yan spoke coldly: "If you hire me, you will be your wife, if you run, you will be your concubine. Girls should keep their eyes open and don't get carried away and get kidnapped."

After they each finished speaking, they all looked at the silent Du Manzhi.