The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

However, despite this, the Wang family still relied on the maritime trade for more than 100 years to develop rapidly and continue to bear the name of the Jiangnan clan.

Of course, Zhu Yuanzhang canonized the first family of the Zheng family in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is also a big family. It is located in Zhengzhai Town, Pujiang County, Jinhua, Zhejiang, but it is not among the eight surnames in Zhejiang, because the Zheng family has a good reputation called "Never Corrupt Officials", It belongs to the kind of straightforward boy character, not as dark as the other eight surnames.

The Zheng family has a plaque of "the first family in the south of the Yangtze River" bestowed by Zhu Yuanzhang, a vigorous ancient cypress planted by Song Lian, the "head of the founding literati" of the Ming Dynasty, and a large number of plaques inscribed by historical celebrities such as Fan Zhongyan, Zhu Xi, Liu Guan, and Wang Xijue, as well as contemporary calligraphers. Couplets etc...

"Oh, it turned out to be a member of the second family in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have admired it for a long time~~"

Yan Song looked very enthusiastic.

The second one in Jiangnan?

We are the first in Jiangnan!

Wang Feng glared at Yan Song angrily, feeling that he had been greatly humiliated, the honor of the Wang family had already been carried into his blood, and now this Yan Song in front of him dared to humiliate the Wang family so much!But when he saw the half-smile in Yan Song's eyes, he couldn't help but shiver.

The other party is the chief minister of the court, and he has nothing to do with the other party.

He knew that this time he came with the aggressive momentum of all the Jiangnan forces, but was broken up by Yan Song's repeated blows.

Distraught, unable to negotiate.

"Master Yan, I'm not feeling well. I'm inviting you tomorrow, okay?" Wang Feng's nose was crooked, but he had to hold back.He, Wang Feng, had never been so angry.

･･･････

"Okay, Xiao Wang, please feel free."

Small……

Wang...

Wang Feng seemed to be struck by lightning, a suffocating pressure was in his chest, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Farewell!"

Wang Feng turned and left without turning his head. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to resist punching the strict thief in front of him to death.

Li Xiangjun came out, a little surprised: "That person just now, is it really the Wang family?"

Yan Song nodded: "It's that Wang family, my heart is dark."

"Keep singing, but this time, I want to listen to "General Order"!"

""General's Order"? Good!"

Plug in the long wind, the sound of the flute is cold, the setting sun and the waning moon are in the sky in the desert, listening to the camel bell day and night, and entering the hometown with dreams.

...

The three-foot Qingfeng in the hand, six letters from the family beside the pillow, will behead the enemy general, and tears will wither after watching it.

Report to the court!Who listens?

Although there were no wind and percussion instruments, there was a guzheng, and Li Xiangjun played it with his bare hands, and a sonorous battlefield spirit came to his face fiercely and nervously.

Yan Song felt something in his heart. Even though his battlefield was not outside the Great Wall, but in the court, it was still a fierce battlefield. Countless people went on and on, working hard for their own goals, and he had to work hard for his own goals.

"...with a broad mind and a long-sighted vision, I vow to strive for self-improvement"

Yan Song hummed softly this song adapted from General Order.

The sonorous sound of the general's order was heard outside the boudoir, and could be heard clearly in the entire Meixiang Tower, and someone felt it a little bit.

However, more people cursed.

"Who is making a fuss, it's so annoying!"

"This Meixiang Building was originally supposed to be a place for entertainment, but some general order was brought in, burning pianos and cooking cranes, which spoiled the scenery."

"Who, give me a song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"!"

"I like that kind of tactful and colorful tune, just like a woman like water, go to hell with general orders!"

Nanjing has been at ease for too long, and the scholars here only like the kind of rouge, but they have lost their blood.

But at this time, Hou Fangyu outside was leading a group of friends, laughing and cursing into this brothel.

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Chapter 140 Idiot Prince Hou Fangyu [2]

Yan Song drank a cup, and Li Xiangjun sat beside the Yin couch. After singing the general's order, he changed to "The Story of the Pipa".

Just then, there was a sound from downstairs.

"Oh, why is Mr. Hou here?"

"I want to find Xiangjun, is it inside?"

"Yes, but it's picking up customers."

"What?!" With a feeling of exasperation.

Immediately afterwards, I heard heavy footsteps, and I ran up the stairs quickly, getting closer and closer.

Yan Song smiled slightly, needless to say, this young master Hou is definitely Hou Fangyu, one of the four young masters of Fushe.

As soon as the bead curtain was lifted, Hou Fangyu's face at the door seemed to be wiped with pot ink, and the sound of Li "Leng Sanqi" Xiangjun's pipa stopped abruptly...