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Chapter 110
Cat demon, rabbit demon?
Ren Pingsheng looked blank, not understanding what he was talking about.

Seeing this, Chen Zhiming asked in surprise: "Has the son ever raised a banshee?"

If Xiao Heizi was a mother, she would have raised one.

This idea came to Ren Pingsheng's mind, and he replied: "It is rare to see monster races in the northern border."

Chen Zhiming showed a look of surprise, then raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "Then you can go to Baihualou when you have time, the banshee in it is very interesting."

When suppressing the bandits, I heard the Zhenmagic officer mention Baihualou, which is a famous brothel in the inner city, privately run, and a real gold-selling cave.

Ren Pingsheng asked: "Who is the banshee?"

Chen Zhiming introduced with a smile: "It's the banshee tribe... Maybe you don't know that when the demon tribe takes shape, it can retain certain characteristics of the beast's body, such as the ears and tail of the beast. It's quite interesting to play with.

In addition, different banshees have different experiences. For example, a cat demon has an aloof temperament engraved in his bones. After buying it, what he enjoys is the process of slowly taming it.

Another example is the rabbit demon, who is timid by nature, and when he touches its rabbit ears, he trembles with fright, which has a special taste. "

Ren Pingsheng fell into silence when he heard the words.

He is not the Holy Mother, but when he hears that the weak are raised and played with wantonly, he doesn't feel a little bit charming in his heart.

aside.

Chen Zhiming observed his words, stopped talking, and changed the subject: "By the way, has your son ever heard that His Majesty intends to select Xia Miao's top ten winners and give rewards?"

Xia Miao had such an accident, how to choose?
Ren Pingsheng was a little puzzled, and was about to ask when he heard him explain: "The ranking is still based on the number of monsters killed. At that time, a scholar from the Imperial Academy recorded in front of the Xuanji mirror, so the number recorded by him shall prevail.

Not surprisingly, the eldest son should be the first name, the second best should be the little father-in-law Baiping, the third best might be Young Master Xiao, or the weird man carrying the coffin. "

Speaking of this, Chen Zhiming was quite emotional.

Before Xia Miao, who would have thought that it would be the Prince of Zhenbei who won the first place.

Those who bet in the casino are afraid that they will lose everything.

All I can say is...the world is impermanent.

After sighing for a while, looking up, he suddenly found that the Drunken Flower Pavilion was already in front of him, and he reminded: "My lord, the front is just ahead."

Ren Pingsheng tugged on the rein lightly, controlled the horse to stop, and looked up.

I saw an exquisitely shaped attic, next to a gurgling river, dotted with vibrant green bamboos and strangely shaped stones between the two.

It can be called unique.

aside.

Chen Zhiming introduced: "Among the many restaurants in the capital, Zuihua Pavilion's ostentation and furnishings are quite satisfactory, and its reputation is mainly due to its delicious food, opera, singing and dancing... the prince will know it when he enters."

talking room.

The two got off their horses and walked to the attic.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a middle-aged lady came up to meet her, her face painted with makeup showed a look of embarrassment: "Young master, you are here, there is something I need to make up your mind."

Chen Zhiming said lightly: "What's the matter?"

"Two guests came here this morning. They said they came here because of the reputation. They wanted to taste my family's Eight Monsters Banquet. The slave family told them that the Drunken Flower Pavilion is reserved by distinguished guests and does not accept outsiders. They are also arguing about each other. After a general understanding, the servants can't say no to them, so..."

The shopkeeper of the old lady bowed her head when she said this.

Chen Zhiming squinted at her: "You let them in?"

The shopkeeper wondered: "Those two guests don't seem to be easy to provoke, my slave..."

"You mean, I look like a bully?" Chen Zhiming's tone became cold.

The shopkeeper showed a panicked look on his face, and hurriedly said: "Nu, my family never meant that..."

Chen Zhiming interrupted her and snapped: "Do you know that my son invited all distinguished guests today, if something goes wrong, you can afford it!"

"The slave family knows they are wrong, and the slave family will drive them away."

The shopkeeper completely panicked, turned around and was about to leave.

at this time.

A gentle voice came from behind.

"It's just two individual travelers, let them finish eating quickly and leave quickly, don't bother."

Chen Zhiming and Ren Pingsheng turned their heads and saw a plainly dressed young man standing there, looking in his thirties, holding a folding fan in his hand, with a handsome demeanor, it was the Three Worthy Kings they were talking about just now— — King Jin.

"Obviously the Zuihua Pavilion breached the contract first, but what this bastard said made me look like a small belly. How disgusting!"

Chen Zhiming suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and bowed expressionlessly: "Meet His Royal Highness King Jin."

Ren Pingsheng arched his hands: "His Royal Highness King Jin."

"Don't be too polite."

With a gentle smile on King Jin's face, he looked at Chen Zhiming and praised: "My king has heard about the matter of you asking your father to go to the southern border to kill demons. Loyal and brave men who are willing to fight for the imperial court!"

Chen Zhiming cupped his hands: "Thank you, Your Highness."

The tone is blunt and the attitude is cold.

The king of Jin didn't care about this, turned his head to look at Ren Pingsheng, and said with a smile: "Xia Miaoshi, he fought bravely to kill monsters all his life. This king witnessed the whole process. The tiger father has no dogs. My Great Zhou’s northern border has been safe for a hundred years.”

"Your Highness is absurdly praised, and I am ashamed to be ashamed."

Even if he didn't have a good impression of King Jin, Ren Pingsheng still responded politely even if he didn't hit the smiling person with his hand.

After that, they exchanged some pleasantries and walked into the Zuihua Pavilion.

Inside the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

The lobby area is very large, with more than 20 tables and chairs neatly placed.

At this moment, dozens of Wu Xun's disciples who had been invited had arrived, chatting and laughing in groups of threes and twos.

I don't know who called out: "Shizi."

All eyes were on Ren Pingsheng, and they gestured enthusiastically.

"The prince is here!"

"The son of heaven must be prepared today, and he will not return if he is not drunk."

As far as the eye can see, most of them are Wu Xun's children who fought side by side in the hunting ground back then, and they are not considered born.

Ren Pingsheng responded with a smile on his face.

aside.

King Jin saw that he was being ignored, his eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything.

After half a stick of incense.

Only then did someone discover that the person next to Shizi was King Jin, and they saluted one after another.

"Meet King Jin."

Compared with the greeting to Ren Pingsheng just now, it is much colder.

King Jin, as always, smiled and nodded slightly.

Soon.

The three walked to the front.

King Jin stood beside the main seat, looked at them, and invited with a smile: "Pingsheng, Zhiming, you sit with me."

Chen Zhiming said: "Your Highness, there are six seats at this table, and there are six princes attending the banquet today. It is better for the minister and the prince to sit at the guest table."

King Jin thought for a while after hearing the words, then nodded slightly: "That's it."

Chen Zhiming cupped his hands and led Ren Pingsheng to another table.

As soon as he was seated, he sneered disdainfully, and said coldly: "Oh, hypocrite, you're really showing him off."

He was still brooding over what happened just now.

Ren Pingsheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't answer.

Chen Zhiming scolded King Jin a few words in his heart, turned his head to look at Ren Pingsheng, and said: "The wine and food in Zuihua Pavilion are not bad, especially their Eight Monsters Banquet. Will try more."

Ren Pingsheng said with a smile: "It's about eating more, and only when you're full will you have the confidence to fight wine with you."

After hearing this, Chen Zhiming laughed loudly: "No matter how much your son eats today, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape this calamity!"

While chatting and laughing, more and more honored children who were invited came in.

The atmosphere in the lobby is getting hotter and hotter.

Chen Zhiming looked around and saw that almost everyone who was supposed to come had come, so he called the shopkeeper and gave some instructions in a low voice.

After a while, some actors came to the stage to sing opera, and their singing style was similar to that of Shaoxing opera.

"...My younger brother's surname is Zhu, and his name is Yingtai. He is from Zhujiazhuang in Shangyu."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was stunned.

This is... Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?

aside.

Chen Zhiming introduced: "This is a new song from Zuihua Pavilion, called "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai". Miss, disguise yourself as a man, go to the academy to study, and become a brother with a scholar named Liang Shanbo..."

Before he finished speaking, Ren Pingsheng continued: "After that, the two died of illness and turned into butterflies, both flying."

Chen Zhiming was a little surprised: "How does your son know?"

Crap, that's what I wrote.

Who would have thought that it would be changed into an opera in just two or three months.

Will there be "Romance of the West Chamber", "A Chinese Ghost Story", and "Painted Skin" next?
Ren Pingsheng thought wildly for a while, and said casually: "I heard a little bit about it before."

Chen Zhiming said: "Your Majesty, don't you think that although this story is interesting, it is unreasonable. After all, no matter how a woman dresses up, how can she not be discovered as a daughter?"

The voice just fell.

Someone next to him took up the conversation: "Brother Chen's words are wrong. In my opinion, it is human nature that Zhu Yingtai was not found to be a daughter. It is nothing more than normal."

Chen Zhiming looked at the man with curiosity in his eyes: "How do you say that?"

The man raised his eyebrows and blinked his eyes: "Brother Chen, you might as well put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if you were Liang Shanbo, and you slept with Zhu Yingtai on the same bed day and night, and you found out that the other person was a daughter, what would you do? "

Chen Zhiming thought for a few seconds and replied, "Tell the master of the academy?"

"..."

Hearing this answer, the man was speechless, and after a while he said: "Of course I pretended not to know it, and kept it a secret for her, shared the bed, hugged occasionally, rubbed each other's ears, isn't there something special about it?
If they are in love with each other, then find an opportunity to confess to her and come to her door to propose marriage.

If you just want to have fun, you can use this as a threat..."

Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"This……"

Chen Zhiming never thought it could be like this, he was dazed for a long time before he cupped his hands at the man: "Be taught, be taught!"

The appearance of the two working hand in hand made Ren Pingsheng speechless for a while.

The man was shameless and raised his eyebrows at him: "Your Majesty, do you think what I just said makes sense?"

Ren Pingsheng: "..."

Chen Zhiming said: "When you are a prince, you are just like you. Your mind is full of these dirty activities? If there is a beauty disguised as a man by your side, even if you find out, you must treat them with courtesy and will never do anything wrong." thing."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help recalling that the first time he and Xiao Rongxue competed, they were only a little short, and the two were about to stage a battle of lips and teeth.

It's hard to say whether I had the idea of ​​profiteering subconsciously at that time.

Thinking of this.

His face was a little hot, and he pretended not to hear anything and said nothing.

…………

Zuihua Pavilion, second floor.

Xu Ruxian, the censor of Zuodu, took a bite of the lion head with crab powder and praised: "It is indeed delicious, and its reputation is well-deserved."

aside.

The Great Confucian Cheng Jijiu asked: "You have been an official in the capital for 20 years, and you have never been to the Zuihua Pavilion?"

Xu Ruxian said: "I came here once 18 years ago. At that time, I was just the censor of Jingzhao Mansion, and a county magistrate invited me to a banquet in Zuihua Pavilion."

Cheng Jijiu said: "Needless to say, the county magistrate is impatient to bribe you before the food and wine are served, and you walk away before you have time to eat the food."

"Those who know me will retreat."

Xu Ruxian put down his chopsticks and recalled: "The scene at that time, in retrospect, is vivid in my mind, a county magistrate can easily take out 3000 taels of silver, which is almost worth the lifetime salary of a patrol censor.

It is conceivable that during those years when he was an official, how many people's fat and anointment he collected. "

Speaking of this, I don't know what I thought of, and my face turned cold: "At that time, I made up my mind to eradicate the treacherous villains and corrupt officials in the court. It's 20 years later, but I didn't expect that the bureaucracy has become more and more chaotic. Compared with the past, it is even worse!

The most chilling thing is that His Majesty has indulged these people more and more. In my opinion, my great Zhou is in trouble, but Your Majesty is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Jijiu: "Your Majesty also has difficulties. The rectification of officials will not be completed overnight. This process will definitely cause a lot of turmoil. It just so happens that the past ten years have been the most difficult for me in the Great Zhou Dynasty. After more than ten years of tossing and tossing, His Majesty has concerns in his heart, and it is human nature to act conservatively.

Furthermore, although these people searched for people's fat and people's ointment, they did get money for the court. If there was no such money to refine the elixir, Wu Sheng's injury might not have been delayed until now. "

Xu Ruxian didn't understand what he said.

It was also because of this that he kept suppressing the resentment in his heart and did not burst out.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, drink."

Xu Ruxian felt depressed, picked up the wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Cheng Jijiu also drank it all in one gulp.

at this time.

The sound of actors singing came up from the first floor.

"Female disguised as a man, studying in the academy?"

When Cheng Jijiu heard the content of the libretto, he was slightly taken aback, and guessed: "Could it be Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who are singing downstairs?"

Xu Ruxian looked bewildered: "What are Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Cheng Jijiu said: "A story book, the students of Guozijian often pass it around, and I have heard of it."

Speaking of this, he paused, and continued: "Since I returned to Beijing, more and more books have been circulated among students. If it is just for entertainment, it is fine, but some students have already gone astray and are addicted to it. Extricate yourself, hey...it really hurts people."

A hint of surprise appeared in Xu Ruxian's eyes: "The students of Guozijian are also obsessed with the script?"

Among the students who can enter the Imperial College, which one is not extremely determined to learn.

It is no exaggeration to say that all of them are masters who keep their ears off the outside world and only read sage books.

It is hard to imagine that they would abandon the books of sages and sages to read the books of stories, and they are still addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves.

Cheng Jijiu sighed, with a helpless expression on his face: "It has never happened before, and it just happened after Mo Yunzhai printed a large number of scripts."

Xu Ruxian asked curiously: "What script, let's hear it."

Cheng Jijiu said: ""The Story of the West Chamber", "The Legend of the White Snake", "Painted Skin", "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"... There are more than ten scripts in total, all of which have almost the same style of writing and are not signed. They should be written by the same person , but don't know who it is."

Speaking of this, he was a little depressed.

Since he took over the Holy House.

Guozijian has a strong style of study, and it has become a common practice to work hard and work hard without slack.

Unexpectedly, in just one or two months, it was completely ruined by several scripts.

Hearing this, Xu Ruxian hesitated for a moment, and said: "I have read "The Legend of the White Snake", and it is really interesting. It is rumored that it was written by Ren Pingsheng in his spare time, but I don't know if it is true or not."

Ren Pingsheng...

Cheng Jijiu was stunned for a moment: "Which Ren Pingsheng?"

Xu Ruxian glanced at him and asked, "Does the capital have a second Ren Pingsheng?"

so.

Is he really the prince of Zhenbei?

Cheng Jijiu was dumbfounded: "He's a martial artist, yet he can still write scripts?"

It's not that he looks down on Ren Pingsheng.

I just feel that as a martial artist and the heir of Zhenbei Prince, there is no need to write a storybook.

Xu Ruxian said: "It is difficult to make a journey, so why is it so difficult to write a book of leisurely stories?"

Hearing that the journey was difficult, Cheng Jijiu remembered that Ren Pingsheng had made a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages, and fell silent for a while.

at this time.

Noisy voices came from downstairs.

"The prince should drink a big cup!"

This was followed by Ren Pingsheng's forthright voice.

"it is good!"

Xu Ruxian and Cheng Jijiu looked at each other with a dazed look in their eyes.

"It turns out that the private room that the shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion said was the son of Prince Zhenbei and the others..."

this moment.

Cheng Jijiu suddenly had an impulse to go downstairs and ask Ren Pingsheng if those words were originally his works.

It's nothing, just curious.

After hesitating for a moment, he restrained his impulse and looked at Xu Ruxian: "Don't talk about it, drink."

…………

the other side.

in the lobby.

Wu Xun's children lined up to find Ren Pingsheng for a drink.

Ren Pingsheng was not shy, he would not reject anyone who came, and he fought alone.

Between pushing cups and changing cups, the atmosphere reached its peak.

not far away.

King Jin sat where he was, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He originally thought that these martial arts disciples would come to him to toast him, and he could take this opportunity to buy people's hearts.

Unexpectedly, they ignored him one by one and rushed to Ren Pingsheng.

Abominable!

aside.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng was very lively there, the Seventh Prince couldn't help recalling the scenes in the hunting ground, and an impulse rose in his heart, and he toasted him.

As soon as he stood up, he heard the King Jin who was at the side say calmly: "What are you going to do?"

The Seventh Prince said: "Go and drink with Ren Pingsheng."

King Jin said coldly: "Since ancient times, only courtiers have offered wine to princes. When will princes offer wine to courtiers?"

"..."

Hearing the words, the Seventh Prince hesitated for a moment, and then sat back, looking eagerly at the other side where the heat was in full swing. He wanted to participate, but he was worried about Brother Three, so he could only sit blankly.

time flies.

I do not know how long it has been.

Three rounds of wine.

Everyone is slightly drunk.

Suddenly someone said: "That day in the palace, the son wrote a poem for His Royal Highness Yun He, the literary talent is brilliant, and I still remember it fresh.

Now, we are about to go south to fight, can the prince write a poem for us as a farewell? "

(End of this chapter)