Records of the King of Xin'an County

It was mid-autumn, and the gentle breeze blew by, adding a bit of coolness to the morning that still had a little bit of lingering heat.The mansion entrenched in the east of Yankang Fang gradually woke up from the silence.Although the main gate and the Wutou Gate, which had just taken down the plain lanterns a few days ago, were clean and dignified, the neighborhood is still deserted.Even the "Pu Wang Mansion" plaque hung high and paved with gold powder seems to be a bit bleak due to the lack of popularity.

In a certain corner, an inconspicuous side door suddenly made a soft "squeak".A thick layer of dust that had covered the door fluttered and fell on a head that popped out and looked around.Amidst the dust and smoke, the man couldn't help sneezing, and immediately covered his mouth in annoyance, trying to shrink his burly figure even smaller.However, no matter how small he is, he still attracts the attention of everyone behind him.

Inside the door is a Buyu with veils hanging down and the wind blowing on all sides. On it sits a middle-aged man who is as fat as a small meat mountain.His eyes were wide open, the flesh on his cheeks was trembling, apparently he was gnashing his teeth secretly.However, maybe he was worrying about something, but he didn't burst into anger, and his voice was extremely low: "Fool! If people hear it, today's success will come short!! Why don't you hurry up and see if there is anyone watching you nearby?" Go!"

"I obey." The big man was sweating thinly on his forehead, and looked out again.After repeated confirmation many times, he turned around and replied: "My lord, there is no one outside the wall. I have checked carefully, and the patrol team has indeed passed. It is not too late. Before the next team comes, we have to leave quickly." .”

Hearing this, the fat man nodded slightly, and said impatiently: "Quick! Hurry up!!"

So, the big men carrying the Buyu immediately quickened their pace and walked through the door.However, what they didn't expect was that their master's body shape was too special, and Buyu also deliberately widened and enlarged.Although they managed to get out of the door, everyone was inevitably covered in a layer of dust, and they were all ashamed, as if they had rolled in the mud several times.

The fat man coughed a few times, and he didn't care about the dust all over his body. He said angrily, "What are you waiting for! Hurry up!" Isn't it hard to find a place to take a bath and change clothes?If you can't leave the palace first, no matter what you want to do, it is absolutely impossible.The eyes of the two bastards in the family are as sharp as eagles. If they find out, they will definitely seal the side door that was so hard to find, and then he will never have another chance——

Just when all the big men rushed to the alley with their master carrying their master, a young man appeared at the entrance of the alley with his attendants.He has a pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes, a fair and handsome face, a tall and slender figure, with a unique leisurely attitude in his gestures, elegant and unrestrained, and calm in his laxity, which is enough to make everyone admire him. See it and forget it.

He seemed to have come in a hurry, his robes fluttered, his forehead was sweating slightly, but he didn't lose his demeanor at all.When a group of big men saw him, they shrank their heads and dared not move, just like urchins seeing their husband.He glanced at the group of people on the opposite side lightly, and said in a gentle voice with a very natural obedience: "Grandpa is covered in dust and dust, where are you going?"

"..." The fat man slapped his palm, lifted the veil on his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows with difficulty in a gesture of anger, "It took me a long time to receive such a grand literary post, and I must not Missed it!!" Not allowing his son to say anything else, he said very forcefully: "Now that the filial piety period has passed, I also accompanied your mother to a temple to do a dojo a while ago! It's just a literary meeting, and it's not in a hurry. Drinking and having fun, those old things at Yushitai can still take care of so much?!"

"Grandfather is right." Faced with his fury, the young man did not refute, but calmly followed his intentions, "Brother is too strict in controlling the mansion. Now that the period of filial piety has passed, In addition to formally serving, grandpa naturally doesn't have to be too restrained."

The fat man's expression relaxed, and he couldn't help complaining: "No! Tsk tsk...that's him, he is suspicious all day long, we are not allowed to do this, and we are not allowed to do that! Sigh, I knew it, Sanlang, you were also scared by him It’s because I’ve been helping him all the time, and my heart is still towards me. Look at you, a good-looking kid, what has been taught by Da Lang now? It’s like being printed in the same mold as him!”

The young man's expression did not change at all, and he smiled slightly: "Grandpa's words are wrong. Eldest brother and the boy should both be like grandpa. As for the slight difference in temperament, it is also human nature. Eldest brother is cautious by nature, and he doesn't care. Nothing wrong. But fortunately, grandpa understands very well that the child's heart has always been towards grandpa."

"Good boy." The fat man laughed, and patted the almost negligible empty space beside him with satisfaction, "Come on, come with me. lest I go to the literary fair happily, but Da Lang reprimands me in turn." You didn't persuade me. Why don't both of us go and relax, and let him talk about it when we come back. "

The young man's brows twitched indistinctly: "Grandpa, it's too crude to go there in such a way, so let someone arrange a car. And, as a grandpa, rushing over like this in such a busy way It's also a bit inappropriate. Let's go back to the yard first, and it's not too late to change clothes before we start. A literary meeting will last at least a whole day, and there is no need to rush for a while."

The fat and strong man has always been pampered and has a very good face, so he naturally agreed to it.So, the big men carried him back to the mansion through the spacious side door.The servants guarding the door and in the private room all looked sideways—why didn't they have the slightest impression of when the king left?

"After you tidy up, wait here." His Royal Highness Pu Wang, who was vaguely vigilant, turned around with difficulty, still not forgetting to instruct, "Don't tell your brother, don't let him hear anything Fengsheng, lest he ruin our father's business! My good boy, today's victory or defeat is decided in one fell swoop!"

"Don't worry, Grandpa." The Prince of Xin'an replied with a smile.When Buyu gradually drifted away, he put away his smile and told the attendants beside him: "Go to the main courtyard of the East Road and tell my brother that I don't know who sent Mr. Zhou Jiyan's literary post to Grandpa. I'm afraid I can't stop him today. The source of the post must be found out as soon as possible, so that no villain will make trouble from it. In the future, there is no need to block it too tightly. Every month, I have to post some posts for Grandpa to pick and choose. He went out for a walk. Otherwise, in the future, he might just catch the opportunity and sneak out."

The attendant hurriedly nodded in agreement, and then asked: "How should we deal with that side door?"

"Leave it alone, don't worry about it." The king of Xin'an County said, "If I don't help my grandfather keep this 'secret', he won't think about everything and take me with him. However, the dust on the door is thick Some, remember to check it at any time, and don’t allow people with ulterior motives to enter and leave Prince Pu’s Mansion at will through this door.” This door was originally used for other purposes—such as secretly entering and exiting Prince Pu’s Mansion.Now that Grandpa found it out, it probably won't work in the future.

An hour later, a four-horse carriage made of red sandalwood drove out of Prince Pu's Mansion and headed for the other courtyard of the Yang family.

In the past few years, with another student from a poor family, Zhang Nian, a Jinshi in high school, Zhou Jiyan's reputation has spread throughout Chang'an and the surrounding states.I do not know how many young literati come here every year, hoping to win the favor of Mr. Zhou through their outstanding performance in the literary society, so as to become a disciple of Mr. Zhou.However, Mr. Zhou is very strict in accepting apprentices, so far he has only accepted two young boys.

Although the hope of becoming a teacher is very slim, but as long as he spread his reputation in the literary society and get a word or two of appreciation from Mr. Zhou or Yang Qian, it will be very beneficial to his future future.Therefore, every time the Yang family's other courtyard holds a literary meeting, famous posts are hard to come by.

There are even rumors that, in order to gain the opportunity to enter the literary society, many scribes with modest means even spent a lot of money to buy famous posters.It's a pity that all those who got the famous post regarded it as a treasure, no matter how much they bid, they were reluctant to resell it.There are even people who deliberately collect famous posts for collection, which can be regarded as a different kind of showing off.

When getting off the carriage, Li Hui glanced lightly, and found, not surprisingly, that there were more and more scholars wandering around waiting outside the other courtyard.In the past few years, in the name of Mr. Zhou Jiyan, Yang Qian has accumulated an astonishing reputation among young scribes.The few heads after him were overwhelmed by him, like the difference between a bright moon and bright stars.If my best friend Wang Zixian wants to surpass Yang Qian in one fell swoop in a short period of time, even with the reputation of being the youngest boy in the country, it may not be easy.

Because the post received by Prince Pu's Mansion is very special, of course the person who came to greet the guests would not be an ordinary manager, but a disciple of Mr. Zhou Jiyan.Coincidentally, it was Wang Zimu, whom Li Hui was very familiar with, walking quickly.He has also grown into a handsome young man, although there is still a bit of shyness in his brows and eyes, he is calm and courteous in dealing with people and things, showing the demeanor of a son of aristocratic family.

"You two kings, please come inside." When seeing Li Tai and Li Hui, Wang Zimu's smile became much lighter, "If my master heard that His Royal Highness King Pu is coming, I don't know how happy I would be."

"Hehe, Mr. Gu and Mr. Zhou hit it off right away, and it is indeed fate." Li Tai sat on the chariot, smiling, "I think he still has a temper and doesn't want to deal with those who have nothing to do with him. You just take us to where he is." There is no need to follow any etiquette.”

"Yes, this junior understands." Wang Zimu bowed and saluted, and walked slowly beside Bu Yu with Li Hui.

It had been a while since Li Tai had participated in the literary fair, so he naturally felt that the surroundings were quite fresh.Even occasionally listening to a few sour poems and sour poems in the wind, I can't help but comment on one or two sentences with dignity.Seeing him smiling, Li Hui couldn't help sighing softly in his heart: maybe the two of them thought about it before, if grandpa's life is not happy at all, what good is it to be safe?It can't be said that he will be as depressed as in his previous life.There is no point in just detaining him. You must seize a more suitable opportunity as soon as possible to get out of this cage.

Although looking at it now, Grandpa seems to have a close relationship with Mr. Zhou Jiyan.But as a son, he knows better. In fact, he is more at ease when he gets along with those hermits.Being friends with Mr. Zhou is just driven by his vanity nature.After all, only by making good friends with prestigious scribes can his own literary name spread farther——

Grandpa may never understand that the idle clan doesn't need and can't have any literary fame.

And they may never understand, Grandpa's persistence and love for "fame".