Transformation of the slag prince plan

Today's streets in Luoxia Town are sparsely populated, less than [-]% of yesterday's market.

Fan Yi took the paintings on the desk, took the manuscripts he wrote overnight, and went out early.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to sell calligraphy and paintings.This time, he chose to set up a stall not far from a bookstore.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore was a kind old man who provided him with tables and chairs, and invited him into the store to drink a bowl of iced mung bean soup when the sun was high.

The same is selling calligraphy and painting, but it is a different place, so the treatment is completely different.

Holding the mung bean soup in his hand, Fan Yi sighed in his heart, and thanked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper waved his hand and said: "You don't need to be polite, I have always respected scholars. What's more, I have heard of your father's name for a long time, but my grandson is too young to worship Mr. Fan as a teacher."

He picked up the painting that Fan Yi put aside, looked at it carefully, and praised: "Sure enough, it is like a father!"

When Fan Yi heard this, his heart moved. He looked around the bookstore and tried to propose to the shopkeeper: "Old man, can I put these paintings in your store for consignment?"

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper raised his hand to stroke his gray beard, thought for a moment, and said, "This is feasible!"

The two discussed for a while and settled the matter.

Fan Yi provided the paintings and placed them in the book shop for consignment, and the book shop took [-]% of the transaction price of the paintings as rent.

Fan Yi returned the tables and chairs used to set up the stall, and hung the paintings he brought in the bookstore, before saying goodbye to the shopkeeper.

He looked at the sky and walked towards Chunyuan.

Mr. Gui, who was guarding the gate of Chunyuan, had already received his orders to welcome Fan Yi into the hall.A little maid with a haircut came over, took him to the private room on the second floor, and served him tea.

Fan Yi sat down and said to the little maid: "Please inform Miss Qimeng, Fan is waiting here."

The little servant girl gave a blessing: "Please wait a moment, my lord." After saying that, she stepped back.

Fan Yi didn't wait long before meeting Miss Qimeng.

He took out the manuscript, pushed it in front of Qimeng, and motioned her to take a look.

Qi Meng admired Fan Yi's simple and direct style, so she didn't talk too much, picked up the manuscript and read it carefully.

There are only a few sentences on the paper:

The moon is cloudy and the wind is colder,

Leaning on the railing and staring at people returning home at night.

The leaves are one after another, and the steps are slightly heavy,

Whose red candle stays warm.

He also said that the situation here is hard to wait,

Blue light and yellow scroll embroidered red pillow.

Fate words are easy to hear, but there is no share,

Who is the gift of lovesickness?

Qimeng read it again, feeling a little sad in her heart, she couldn't help but look at the young man sitting opposite.

Fan Yi was only sixteen, which was the age of "sorry for writing new lyrics". Qi Meng looked at the lyrics in his hand again, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

She looked at Fan Yi, and said with a smile: "There is Mr. Lao En, I will invite someone to compose the music." Seeing that Fan Yi nodded, looking like he was about to leave, she quickly said: "Grand En, it's already noon, why don't you use the music?" Shall we leave after eating?"

Fan Yi shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, there are still some trivial matters in Xiaosheng's house, so I'm leaving now."

Qi dreamed that she couldn't keep anyone, so she handed him a purse, "Benefactor's studies are important, so don't waste too much energy for my concubine."

Fan Yi took it, agreed to hand over the new words after half a month, and got up to leave.

He went downstairs, walked towards the gate, and in a short while was back on the street.

Not long after he left, a richly dressed man rode into the backyard of Spring Garden.

When the porter saw the person coming, he knelt down silently.

The visitor went directly to an inconspicuous room in the backyard, and immediately a servant brought in the best Biluochun.

The old bustard changed her previous flowery makeup, and waited outside the door with a clean face, waiting for the summons.

In the room, Ji Lanshu sat at the head, listening to his subordinates report on the current situation in this area.

"...Chen County Magistrate's embezzlement of ink has been found out, and two half of the embezzled money was used to open up the relationship with the governor. The new governor of Jiangcheng, the prince also knows, is Su Huaimin, the elder brother of Concubine Su's family..."

Ji Lanshu put down the teacup. Based on what he saw today, the county magistrate might not be the common people. He said, "Check again. If it's not oppressing the hardworking people, then don't bother."

The men should be.

Ji Lanshu thought for a while, and said, "The king will live here for a while, and prepare a house. Let the first and third from the left come out and be my bodyguards."

The subordinates took orders and quickly retreated.

Ji Lanshu raised his hand and knocked on the table, and someone came in from outside the door.

It was the bustard who came in, she saluted the prince respectfully, and related all the information collected during these days.

Ji Lanshu listened, but his thoughts slowly turned elsewhere.

Engong's house has to be visited often, since the boy can pass the examination of scholar, can I send him some useful books?

Or arrange for someone to take good care of Engong's family, and then he proposes to travel with someone?

After thinking about it, he shook his head again.

He couldn't do any of the actions he thought of above.

The year before last, he just wanted to make friends with a handsome young man from a family.

Before he could really make friends with someone, the son of the aristocratic family unfortunately died soon.

He had encountered a similar situation before, and once thought that his life was too hard to get too close to people.But he was very unwilling, so he sent someone to secretly investigate for several months, until all the spearheads were pointed at his emperor brother.

After finding this result, he was extremely angry, but he had no choice but to ask the hidden guard to stop the investigation.

He went to see Brother Huang with a cold face, wanting to ask for a word.

On that day, Brother Huang arranged delicious food and wine in the gazebo of the imperial garden, as if waiting for him specially.

No matter how much dissatisfaction he had in his heart, he could only keep silent in the gentle and tolerant eyes of the emperor's brother, avoiding talking about how aggrieved he was, and just held up the wine glass and drank one cup after another.

His half-brother Ji Lancheng did not stop him from drinking, and even poured the wine for him with his own hands, and wiped the wine dripping from his lips with a snow-white silk handkerchief.

"Ziyan, don't be angry with me. Sitting on the throne, I will be a lonely family. But how can I be a lonely family? I still have Ziyan to accompany me, Ziyan, do you think what I said is right?"

Ji Lanshu looked at the emperor with drunken eyes, and as soon as he met Ji Lancheng's eyes, he subconsciously turned his face to avoid the scorching gaze.

That night, he slept on the same bed with the emperor's brother, listening to the emperor's reminiscence of his childhood.Half dreaming and half awake, he thought to himself, that's all, since Brother Huang values ​​him so much, it's okay if he doesn't have friends.

But now Ji Lancheng's desire to control is getting stronger, and his suspicions are even worse than before. Recently, he seems to have plans to recall him to the capital.

He had only been in Jiangcheng for two years before he was recalled again, and he lived a life of being watched all the time.

How could Ji Lanshu be willing?

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost his good mood.Waving his hand to make people retreat, he sat quietly on the grand master's chair, rather frowning.

Even though he was worried about the young man in his heart, he couldn't do anything.

He couldn't get close to that boy blatantly, let alone be kind to him, because his kindness was a disaster to the boy.

At this moment, there was inevitably a rift in his heart towards the current Holy Majesty.