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"No wonder the old guy likes playing chess so much!" Xue Poye muttered.
However, he knew in his heart that in politics, factional disputes in the officialdom are very common. Yesterday, he was a powerful minister who was above ten thousand people and under one person. Maybe the next day he might be in danger of killing the nine clans.
Lao Tan's downfall of Wang Shizhen was nothing more than the most common partisan dispute, and this matter had nothing to do with him, so he didn't need to think too much about it.
It's just that I'm a little puzzled. Old Tan Gui is the censor of the Zuodu of the Kyoto Procuratorate. Why did he go out of his way to overthrow Wang Shizhen? Could it be that Wang Shizhen has a personal grudge against him
The more I thought about it, the more complicated it became, so I stopped thinking about it and practiced archery again.
It wasn't until dusk that Xue Poye returned to the store sweating profusely, washed it up, took a look at Yuezhu's statistical form, all income and expenses were very detailed, and the daily income was around one hundred taels , Excluding trivial expenses, on average, there are more than seventy taels of silver per day.
Xue Poye heaved a sigh of relief, although he could not be rich at the moment, it was more than enough to ensure that everyone in Lanyuexuan was well-fed and well-fed.
Xiao Lingxian took a few children to play in the backyard, looking at her petite body, Xue Poye couldn't help thinking of the absurdity of that night, and felt ashamed for a while.
The spring breeze was intoxicating last night, who knew that the fate was already doomed
The sky was getting dark, Xue Poye had nothing to do in the office, he took a pen and paper casually, scratched the paper, extremely boring.
For a while, he was either riding horses and practicing arrows with Wu Lachi every day, or singing songs with wine. Now he is suddenly alone, which is really uncomfortable.
Although there is paper in this era because of papermaking, the paper is still very rough, and after a few scratches, it is completely black.
Writing brushes are the mainstream of this era. Xue Poye's brush skills are extremely poor. Computers are everywhere in later generations, and most of them type on keyboards. Even without computers, there are plenty of pens, pencils, ballpoint pens, and crayons. Brushes are not universal except for those who are arty and willing to learn.
Fortunately, my father is a teacher, and he knows some brushwork. Xue Poye doesn't learn much, but he can write a few words eloquently, even like Su Huang Mi Cai's calligraphy. To Xue Poye, it is like an alien thing , but I also have some doubts in my heart. In calligraphy, the four schools of Su, Huang, Mi and Cai are admired by people, but they are all from the Song Dynasty. Now that the Song Dynasty has been wiped out from history, who is respected in calligraphy
In my spare time, a thought flashed across my mind, a smirk appeared on my face, I took another stack of papers, and solemnly wrote three large characters on a piece of paper.
"Jin Ping Mei!"
Xue Poye looked at these three words, and a strange feeling surged all over his body. These three words have such a magical power, which makes people think about it.
This book is Xue Poye's true love in his previous life. He has read it no less than 30 times. He is really familiar with the plot and content in it. Do you remember that when you were young, you used this book as a tool to make some Things to do. He took another piece of paper and slowly wrote down "The first time, Ximenqing married ten brothers, Wu Erlang met his brother and sister-in-law coldly", and wrote: "Pedestrians will disappear after the luxury is gone, and the zither will not sing and swallow The majestic sword is powerless and the brilliance is dull, the precious qin is scattered and the gold stars are gone. The jade steps are lonely and fall into the autumn dew, and the moon shines on the singing and dancing place at that time. At that time, the singing and dancing people did not return, and it turned into the ashes of Xiling today!"
This is Jin Pingmei's opening words, Xue Poye kept it firmly in his heart, although he remembered the following story clearly, but he couldn't copy it down exactly like the original text, even if he wanted to copy it, he didn't have the memory.
At any rate, I slowly wrote down this story with my own writing, and chatted for self-entertainment.
After writing the opening chapter, only about 2,000 words, Lao Song knocked on the door and said, "Shopkeeper, someone has delivered a letter!"
Xue Poye was very strange, put away the paper, stood up and opened the door, only to see Lao Song holding a letter outside, Xue Poye took the letter and asked, "Who sent it?"
Lao Song was also puzzled and said: "The man is in his thirties and still has a knife. He handed the letter to me and asked me to pass it on to you. He left without saying much!"
Xue Poye nodded, motioned him to go down, closed the door and went back to his seat, and saw the envelope read "From Xue Shixiong", with beautiful handwriting, one could tell it was from a woman's hand.
Xue Poye chuckled, knowing that it was written by Xiao Suzhen, and she is the only one who calls Xue Shixiong now.
Opening the envelope and taking out the letter, there was a scent of ink. Xue Poye looked at it carefully, but the letter was very brief, and wrote: "Senior brother: Tomorrow noon, Hangzhou West Lake, a banquet, please have a look." Say! Shimei Suzhen's pen."
Xue Poye rubbed his nose and thought: "Could it be that Xiao Nizi wants me to recite some wonderful poems, so she invites herself to the banquet?"
Thinking of Xiao Suzhen's charming face and plump and charming body, Xue Poye suddenly thought that he hadn't seen her for a long time.
Lele leisurely, leisurely, Xue Poye spent the night very comfortably.
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Xue Poye finished school, took a good bath, tidied up in front of the bronze mirror, feeling very satisfied, then rode out of the shop Shi Shiran, and went to the appointment.
Let's imagine, in a short time, Xue Poye is very excited when he and Xiao Suzhen will go boating on the West Lake and have a sunny lunch.
It's the time when the spring breeze is in full swing!
Riding by the bank of the West Lake, Xue Poye felt a little majestic, and that sense of superiority immediately surged up.
As soon as he rides a high horse, he immediately becomes a handsome young man. The beauty on the side of the road peeks straight at him, with a pink face, blue sky and white clouds, clear water and a light boat. Which daughter doesn't have a spring
Although the talented young and the young are jealous in their hearts, they show disdain on the surface.
A gifted scholar pointed out from behind: "Such arrogance, arrogance and arrogance are not what gentlemen like us did!" But what was revealed was envy, and the words were insincere. .
Xue Poye raised his eyes to look at the West Lake, and saw that the surface of the lake was still full of painted boats, carved beams and painted buildings, and the colors were gorgeous.
Although there are many painting boats, there is a huge painting boat lying quietly on the west side of the water. It is magnificent and luxurious, and the surrounding painting boats dare not approach it, and the two ends of the bow are guarded by guards with knives.
Xue Poye frowned, what kind of party was it, but it was so grand
His eyes searched the surface of the lake, only to see Xiao Suzhen come out, and then waved to himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the huge golden painting put down the boat, and a woman paddled towards the shore.
Xue Poye saw the girl wearing a green shirt and clear skirt, she seemed to have seen her figure before, but she couldn't see who it was, when the boat approached, she suddenly saw that it was Xiao Suzhen's personal maid, Han Xiang.
I saw Smiling coming over with a paddle and rowing boat, before approaching, he already said sweetly with a smile: "Young Master Xue, you are here, our lady is waiting impatiently!"
Xue Poye was proud: "Damn, so she is thinking about me, she seems to be waiting!" Seeing the small boat approaching the shore, he smiled slightly and said, "I'm busy with business, so it's no wonder why I'm late!"
Han Xiang covered her mouth with a smile and said, "You should tell our lady about this, I am a little girl, can I blame Mr. Xue?"
Xue Poye chuckled, and suddenly frowned: "What about my horse?" The golden lion was tall, strong and heavy, and this small boat couldn't hold it.
Han Xiang pointed to the willow tree next to him, and said: "Young Master Xue, you tie the horse to the tree, no one dares to move it, there are guards watching over the painting boat, it's all right!"
Xue Poye also knows that although people come and go by the West Lake, the atmosphere is very good, and there is a style of "not picking up things on the road". The horses are placed by the lake, and there are guards watching. It doesn't matter if you think about it. , boarded the boat, swung the oars with fragrance, and the boat broke through the water.
The water surface is clear and the lotus is in full bloom. Xue Poye feels relaxed and happy. Thinking of Ouyang Xiu's masterpiece, he chanted: "The fragrance of the scorpion leaves the painting and floats, making Junning recall Yangzhou. Twenty-four bridge months are exchanged for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. .”
Han Xiang admired and said: "Mr. Xue, the poems you wrote are really beautiful, no wonder Miss can't forget them!"
Xue Poye's heart moved, and he asked softly: "You miss, have you always missed me?"
Hanxiang rolled his eyes at him and said, "I will never forget your poems!"
Xue Poye smiled awkwardly.
The small boat approached the painting boat, and Xue Poye looked at the painting boat at this time, and felt even more imposing. The painting boat has two floors, high lanterns, and flying eaves.
But I saw two people coming out from the inside. In front was a handsome young man in fluttering white clothes. His appearance and temperament were all first-class, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and fair complexion. Behind him was a stunning beauty. The two seemed very close .
Xue Poye was sore and startled.
That stunning beauty is naturally Xiao Suzhen, Xue Poye was very depressed seeing her being very intimate with the young master, but when he saw the young master's appearance, he almost cried out in shock.
This son turned out to be the son in the sedan chair that he met when he returned from Lu's mansion that night!