Chapter 812 The artistic conception is extremely beautiful

From this day on, when the officials who should go to work at Yingmao met at the Yamen, the first sentence was no longer "Have you eaten, but have you heard about it?" It was brought up again.

"Are you kidding? If he sells calligraphy and paintings, he might be able to earn a fortune. He won't be drinking northwest wind all day long. But if he is in business, I heard that he still needs to open a restaurant. I can guarantee him Zhu Ping'an's lost bibigao (ancient underpants) are all gone.

"Zi said that there is no distinction between teaching and writing. There is no distinction between high and low when it comes to reading and writing articles. But when it comes to restaurants, Zhu Ping'an is a bumpkin from the countryside. He has some knowledge in eating. He doesn't think that small restaurants in the countryside are casual. If you can make a lot of money by frying a few dishes that are not on the table, you just take it for granted that you can also make money in the capital. What is the quality of the restaurants in the capital? Can the restaurants in the countryside compare with it? If you want to make money, go ahead and dream.

"Zhu Pingan's brain is flooded. There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. If you don't study the knowledge in the book, you want to be depraved and tainted with the smell of copper. I think the Holy One will punish him. Still too light."

"Young people, you are still too young. If you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back. Doing business and studying are two different things. Alas, young people just don't listen to advice."

"Hehe, I still want to open a restaurant to make money... I think he can lose money until he cries..."

"It's not sure, maybe Zhu Ping'an can make money, right, hahaha..."

"Make money? Hahaha, if he can make money, I will write my name upside down."

What people say is basically the voice of badmouthing Zhu Pingan. It can be said that nine and a half out of ten people are not optimistic about Zhu Pingan. It's also ugly.

A burst of bad-mouthing, a burst of laughter.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Zhu Pingan's news has contracted half of the jokes of the official power in the capital, and healed many intractable diseases such as loss of appetite and bad mood.

In the deep palace of Xiyuan, the incense of burning incense and offering sacrifices filled the air, and the breeze sent sandalwood.

If Zhu Pingan was here, he would recognize that the boy in the four-clawed python robe who left first was the bearded boy in the backyard of the pastry shop in the morning, but the only difference was that the boy's face was fair and clean at this time, so there was What a lush beard, it's just a light hair on the lips.

This person is one of the only two remaining princes of the Ming Dynasty, the third prince of the Ming Dynastythe king of Yu Zhu Zaihou.

Immediately behind King Yu is a lively and willful girl, dressed in a red phoenix skirt, full of pearls and emeralds, with a small face full of arrogance and arrogance, a piece of rice paper in Fenbaiyu's hand, rolled into a paper tube and held in her hand inside.

If Zhu Ping'an was here, he would also recognize this girl, who was the problem girl in the backyard of the pastry shop in the morning.

Being able to walk freely in the deep palace is naturally not an ordinary person. This girl is the third princess of the Ming Dynasty, and also Emperor Jiajing's favorite eldest princess (the eldest princess among the existing princesses)Princess Ning'an Zhu Luti.

"Brother Huang, you should stay in the palace for a few days. Madam Du told Ning An several times that she missed Brother Huang." Princess Ning An took a step forward, stretched out her small hand and tugged at King Yu's sleeve , Said in a coquettish tone.

King Yu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, stopped in his tracks, then shook his head, with a sad and helpless look on his face, and said softly: "It's not like you don't know, I have opened a mansion, so I can't stay in the palace. Besides, Father The emperor never liked me coming to the palace, and today my concubine mother is ill, so I was able to enter the palace to visit her concubine."

"It's all to blame for that old Tao Niubi, talking nonsense about the two dragons not meeting each other, deceiving the father and the emperor, so that the emperor can't enter the palace." Princess Ning'an said angrily.

The court ladies and eunuchs behind the two of them all lowered their heads and stood aside with their hands down, as if they were deaf and dumb, and there was no sound.

"Sister, be careful." King Yu had a nervous look on his eyebrows. He quickly glanced around and approached Princess Ning'an and said softly, "Be careful that the walls have ears. Tao Tianshi has won the trust of the father. If the father finds out It would be bad for the imperial sister to slander Tao Tianshi behind his back."

"What are you afraid of? These are the trusted servants of the imperial sister. If anyone dares to chew their tongues, they will be dragged out and killed." Princess Ning An glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs behind her, pursed her lips, and said something.

"Slaves (servants) dare not."

A group of court ladies and eunuchs knelt down and reported tremblingly, with a humble and respectful tone.

"Get up, as long as you keep your duty, this princess will not treat you badly. If you know how to go back, if the concubine mother asks, how do you go back?" Princess Ning An said lightly, and then asked nonchalantly road.

"The princess copied the scriptures and prayed for the imperial concubine and empress at Qingyizhai." A group of court ladies and eunuchs replied in unison.

Princess Ning'an nodded in satisfaction when she heard the words, her cherry lips curved beautifully.

Wang Yu smiled and shook his head.

A group of people continue to move forward.

"Brother Huang, what do you mean that Zhu Ping'an's exhibitionist gave me a poem?" Speaking of the poem written by Zhu Ping'an, the smile on Princess Ning'an's lips gradually faded, she frowned and tilted her little head. With a disgusted face, he said: "It's none of his business that I'm naive, I'm rushing to give people poems, hmph, who does he think he is, who cares about his broken poems."

Of course, although Princess Ning An said this with a look of disgust, there was still a bit of complacency on her little face.

Just like when a little girl received a love letter from a little boy when she was in school, no matter whether she shreds it or threw it in the trash can, she still felt somewhat complacent and happy in her heart, and her vanity was greatly boosted. Satisfy.

Hmph, this girl is just so beautiful, talented, and likable.

I didn't give Zhu Pingan a good face just now, that's all, he rushed to send me poems.

If you give him a little good face, then he will have to push his nose even more. I don't know what courteous behavior he will make.

Humph

Who cares!

Princess Ning'an finished speaking, and before King Yu could reply, she recited softly to herself:

""Wai Chun"

Dark Plum Blossom

lying branch hurt hate bottom

It is heard from afar that lying like water

Easy to reach spring green.

The shore is green

The shore seems to be green

The shore looks like dark green. "

After silent recitation, Princess Ning'an shook her little head, with a look of disgust on her face, "What kind of broken poems did he write? The artistic conception is good, but the lines don't rhyme, the rhythm is wrong, and the words are heavy, really. I don't know how he got the first prize.

"Well, this poem is a bit weird. The rhyme, foot and meter violate the taboo of poetry, but the artistic conception is extremely beautiful." Yu Wang nodded and said softly.

(end of this chapter)