I've been in this world [Quick Transmigration]

Ziqi was standing by the brothel street, and was about to lift his foot to leave, but his eyes fell on a little boy in ragged clothes.

The little beggar was leaning against a corner outside the brothel street, as if that was where he should be.

Dirty and sniffling, when he met Shang Ziqi's eyes, he was still so dazed that he was numb.

Ziqi walked over, and the little beggar shrank back, full of defense and vigilance.

The maid on the side explained in a low voice: "Dogs are not allowed in the brothel, so the leftovers will be dumped outside the street."

"He came so early to get the leftovers from the brothel earlier."

Ziqi took off his clothes and covered them where his knees could not be covered because of the rags.

Ziqi looked back at the bright street, then at the little beggar with his legs folded, and said to the maid, "Let's walk back."

Looking at the figure of Ziqi who was leaving, the beggar hugged his clothes tightly with a guilty but innocent smile.

He had never smelled such fragrant clothes.

It is even more fragrant than the clothes of those fragrant brothel beauties in the brothel.

What he got most was the scolding from the door of the brothel and the brutal kicking of the drunken guests of the brothel; he had never been treated so warmly.

The little beggar tightened his clothes again.

Ziqi and the servant girl strolled on the street.

Because it was night, most of the shops were already closed, and there were a few mobile stalls that displayed some things sporadically and did not sell them to people.

Ethereal and beautiful music came from a distance.

Ziqi followed the sound, but the atmosphere here was deserted, but there was nowhere to be seen.

On a stage, a Tsing Yi is singing.

Underneath sat the guests who were mesmerized, including men and women, old and young.

After Ziqi paid the fee to the toll collector, he stood on the sidelines and watched.But found that the servant girl had an intoxicated expression on her face.

After the scene ended, some women were still in tears, and some men kept applauding.

The maid is still intoxicated by it.

Ziqi couldn't help asking: "Is it so beautiful?"

The maid nodded.She didn't dare to speak at first, but when she saw that Ziqi redeemed her body and took her to the theater, the benefactor was not only good-looking, but also good-hearted, unlike her previous master, Yan Zhi, who was good-looking but very bad-hearted , When she is uncomfortable, she always pinches her with her long nails.

The play was called "The Story of Huansha", and it was about a girl from a peasant family, Huansha, who met a noble son and fell in love with him, but was deceived by the noble son and sold the girl to a rich man for a horse.The girl became the concubine of the rich man and gave birth to a boy.After the rich man's death, the boy's life experience is unknown, so the peasant girl and her child were kicked out by the rich man's wife. After the peasant girl raised the child, she went to Beijing to take the exam.The noble son happened to be the examiner, and saw the boy's similar face. The examiner, who had no son, wanted to recognize the boy, but refused to recognize the former girl who had gone through vicissitudes and was disfigured.

For the sake of the child's reputation, his mother left a letter asking the boy to recognize his ancestors and leave alone. However, the fact is that the noble son forged the letter and killed the peasant girl who hated him so much.

After the boy recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan, when he was on the rise, his old enemy took him as an excuse for being unfilial. When the case was being resolved, the peasant girl did not die, and she sued the imperial court to clear her child of the crime.

The emperor judged to let the peasant girl become the wife of the noble son, and everyone was happy in the end.

But the peasant girl was overjoyed and died of joy on the second day at the nobleman's house.

The servant girl boldly expressed her opinion.

Ziqi smiled, and when he arrived at the mansion, he handed the maid to the housekeeper and his wife, and said: "She has an injury on her body, ask the doctor to show her."

The servant girl looked at Ziqi with wide eyes because she was too surprised, she just wanted to slap her benefactor.

Ziqi went back to his study, picked up a pen and wrote while thinking.

He vetoed the way of becoming famous through the singing of poems by prostitutes in brothels, and the emperor refused to go to the local government to make actual achievements. He studied in the Imperial Academy and was led by Wu Suru. feasible.

After writing a few strokes lightly, Ziqi went to rest.

Compared with Ziqi, who was in a more gloomy mood, the systems cheered.

The video of "Ziqi Visiting the Brothel" was searched for the word brothel, and then became popular in the system world.Other videos involving Ziqi also instantly increased the number of fans.

Watching Ziqi's videos has not only become a form of entertainment for system users in their spare time, but has also become a standard course for many systems to teach traversers to exercise the demeanor of the ancients.

After all, there are too few pure ancient styles, especially the pure Pianpian Gongzi Fan.

After many systems left messages begging to watch Ziqi's sleeping videos, naked body videos, dressing videos, etc., and set high rewards, the systems in the jade bracelet saw the increase in the points biubiu, just like drinking chicken Blood is generally excited.Get ready to go live right now.

However, the heartthrob system strictly abides by the boundaries and strictly guards Ziqi's private life, and is only willing to live broadcast Ziqi's daily work.

Ziqi didn't have much interest in opera, so he took up his pen many times, but couldn't write anything satisfactory, so he collected a lot of materials and prepared to study it carefully.

East Palace.

The emperor's only prince was lying on the desk.

I don't know how I thought he was reading the book so seriously, but his eyes were on the inkstone on the desk.

That inkstone is special.

Turning it over is a piece of sapphire, which is of good quality.

Turning around is a matter of romance between men and women.

Except for this inkstone, in the East Palace, all the objects within the prince's reach are engraved with these romantic stories.

The postures are different and very delicate.

The prince was still playing with these objects tirelessly, and the little eunuch beside him almost burst into tears.

"Your Highness, get up quickly, the teacher has been waiting for two quarters of an hour."

"Let him wait if he likes to wait." The prince said indifferently, without even turning his head.

Aggrieved, the little eunuch secretly shed a tear, and when he caught a glimpse of the prince's resolute face, he quickly put away the tears.

The prince is a sympathetic person, this is a fact that everyone in the East Palace knows.

Even the prince's teacher suffered from the prince's bad temper.

The prince has already ran away dozens of teachers in anger. I don't know how long this teacher can persist. I hope that if he can persist for a few more days, they will also be exempted from punishment.

However, the little eunuch's prayer failed, and the teacher couldn't make it through the day. After waiting for an hour, he suddenly felt disgraced and went to the emperor to complain.

He walked in tremblingly, his chest bulging out of anger, his face pale.

Seeing his appearance, the emperor put aside the half-read memorial and sighed deeply in his heart.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Your Highness?"

"This minister is too old to be able to teach the prince, and I would like to ask His Majesty to allow the old minister to return home." But the expression on his face was obviously not the teacher's sadness at the student's inability to teach, but a faint threat.

The emperor's wrinkles deepened a little more.

One like this, two like this, three still like this.

These people are all humerus ministers facing upward, but they all talk about things that the prince cannot teach, and let him come up with orders to restrict the prince one after another.

Is it because the prince can't teach, or these people's level is limited.

The prince is like this, he can't let go of entrusting the country to him, but these teachers are like this, so why not use his power to oppress the prince.

If he fuels the arrogance of these teachers now, when he dies, will these people use his words as tokens? Will they have the final say on the government.

The emperor sighed deeply, thinking of the status of this veteran, the emperor smiled abruptly.

He glanced at the veteran under his seat.

People are not enough to swallow elephants.

"It's my fault that I didn't consider your age. Although I still want you to continue to serve the court, since you have made up your mind, I will let you go home and enjoy your life."

The old minister opened his mouth wide, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

He comforted himself in his heart, and when His Majesty knew that the prince had no teacher willing to accept him, he would be invited back again.

After the veteran left, the emperor asked the chief eunuch, "What's the date today?"

After the chief eunuch answered, the emperor asked again: "Xie Ziqi must have stayed in the Imperial Academy for seven days."

The Chief Eunuch replied: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After reviewing the unreviewed memorials, the emperor said, "Let's go to the Imperial Academy to have a look."

The emperor's dragon chariot stopped at the gate of the Imperial Academy.

He deliberately confessed that no one should be notified in advance, and there was no need to rely on it. He only took the chief eunuch, two guards, and eight bearers for a simple trip.

After entering the second gate, the emperor went directly to the editing office of the Imperial Academy, and even the head of the Imperial Academy did not notice that the emperor had come to the Imperial Academy.

Ziqi was carefully sorting out opera materials, and there were many opera-related volumes stacked high on his desk, blocking him completely.

After the emperor entered the door, he was not found.

Seeing the emperor, the boss of the number one scholar immediately got up and shouted loudly to the emperor, and then he was busy showing the emperor his new poems.

In this way, Ziqi was reminded to put away all the opera books and set aside a period of time for Ziqi.

However, the emperor said directly: "My nephew's poems will be read later, where is Xie Ziqi?"

The whole place was shocked.

Xie Ziqi is just the new editor of Qitian, and the emperor actually called out his name.

The two beards are sweating profusely, if I knew this, I wouldn't offend him.

Ziqi looked up from the scroll.

The boss of the champion had no choice but to lead the way for the emperor.

The emperor's eyes touched the opera scrolls on Ziqi's desk, and his expression changed drastically.

This is the good teacher he carefully selected for the prince!

It's just a slap in the face.

The emperor was neither serious nor serious, and asked in a neutral way: "Xie Ziqi, is this your job in the Imperial Academy?"

The two mustaches were sweating profusely, and he said happily in his heart, luckily he didn't make friends with him.

The boss of the number one scholar replied on behalf of Ziqi: "This is what I ordered him to do."

Ziqi raised his head and said loudly: "This humble minister owes you the grace of God."

The emperor snorted, and was about to lift his foot to leave, but saw the handwriting written by Ziqi, flamboyant and graceful, so he couldn't help picking it up and admiring it carefully.

Ziqi has a habit of getting to the bottom of things if he only wants to understand one thing.

Just as if he wanted to understand opera, he had to study it thoroughly, so he took notes for it.

The emperor picked up the opera notes written by Ziqi, and the emperor read them quietly, and everyone dared not breathe.

About a quarter of an hour later, the emperor put down Ziqi's notes, took a deep look at Ziqi, left with one sentence, "You go to the East Palace tomorrow to be the prince's teacher."

The two mustaches stared in surprise at those eyes that looked like mice's eyes.

An editor who has only been here for seven days has already annoyed the emperor, and was promoted to the prince's teacher in the blink of an eye.

Although the prince is mischievous and unbearable, this is the prince's teacher after all.

He really wanted to see what kind of colorful article Xie Ziqi wrote.

Of course, not only he was curious, but even the head eunuch was curious. He asked the emperor, "What did Xie Ziqi write that actually made your Majesty change your mind? Don't miss the prince."

The emperor laughed a few times.

That laughter was actually a rare comfort.

"He even writes operas that he has never studied before, and he writes them in a simple way, full of wit and wit. Perhaps, the prince of the widow really has to be him to teach them."