I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

As soon as he made a sound, other people looked over, either in surprise or surprise, but these were all hidden under the calm water.

Feng Ping was the only one who echoed these words, "Brother Qiao's words are reasonable, Brother Liangcai should send him to the prison, so as not to come out again to bluff and deceive."

The others were silent, but they couldn't think about it, who in the capital didn't know Zhang Liangcai's mouth, and if he was reasonable, he could suffer this loss?Only when I am afraid that I am wronged will I press it down and not mention it.

This son of the Qiao family seemed to have climbed up to the fourth prince, but he didn't seem very smart when he said this, and the news was really blocked.

Qiao Yucheng didn't know why the people who were warm just now suddenly became deserted, but he was not used to please these people, so he also looked at the calligraphy and paintings around him.

Naturally, the others didn't really want to snub him, as long as they could save face, they picked the most prominent words and tasted them.

"It's really beautifully written."

One of them took a fancy to the one in the corner, and he called Xiao Er, "How can such a beautiful character be hung in the corner?"

If He Chang'an was around, he would definitely find that this was an imitation of his handwriting, and then he would be curious again, why his handwriting didn't cause any trouble in the past ten years, but these days it seems to be everywhere.

Xiao Er laughed and said, "This is an imitation, it's not for sale, it's just an imitation, the shopkeeper doesn't want to let the pearl get dusty, so he hangs it up for everyone to appreciate."

"You shopkeeper really understands." The man said regretfully, "I was thinking that if no one finds out, I'll just pick it up and buy it. In a few years, this handwriting will double."

Qiao Yucheng smiled, "I'm afraid it won't work."

Seeing that Qiao Yucheng seemed to know something that others didn't, the man came over and asked, "Brother Qiao, do you have any different views?"

Qiao Yucheng said regretfully, "I have been lucky enough to see the original works a few times, and they were all at the fourth prince's place. I have never seen this person's authentic works outside, and this person has passed away, so it is impossible to miss it."

There are also many imitations without the name of the person who wrote it, but this one did not. The person asked curiously, "Brother Qiao knows whose handwriting it is?"

A little impatience welled up in Qiao Yucheng's heart. This word is actually not very good. His grandfather said that he had no character when he saw this word.

But these people asked again and again, and even he won the favor of the Fourth Prince because he imitated He Changan's handwriting.

So Qiao Yucheng suppressed his impatience and said, "He Changan's words, three years ago, he died in the prison."

As soon as these words came out, except Xiaoer who was still laughing, the other people who were sitting and watching the joke sat up straight and put down the teacups in their hands.

He Changan?The He Changan who died in the prison?

Even their elders don't know the details of what happened three years ago, they only know that the new emperor, who had just praised his benevolence, took He Chang'an's body out of the prison, and beat Hubu Shangshu Yitong to death in front of the Tai Chi Hall.

Dark blood flowed down the steps and passed under the feet of the ministers. This is an injustice that can be recorded in the annals of history, because there is no evidence to prove that Zhou Yitong committed any crimes. Escaped, rode to death, and exiled his family.

Later, it was rumored that Yitong colluded with the second prince who rebelled and killed He Changan.

But no one dared to discuss it. They only knew that later, He Changan's tablet occupied the position of the queen, and now no one dared to mention He Changan in the prison.

That's why Zhang Liangcai taunted He Chang'an several times in the academy, because he knew some secrets, and he was sure that He Chang'an would not be a Jinshi. He is a juren, a juren who can't be an official.

These people thought deeply, why is the fourth prince collecting the queen's handwriting?

Some people openly put their handwriting in the library for sale, and they didn't dare to answer, and even wanted to find an excuse to slip away first.

Qiao Yucheng was still talking eloquently, quoting his grandfather's words, "This word is just for looking good, but it's actually not as strong as yours."

If He Changan was here, he would probably look at Qiao Yucheng more, after all, his master said so too, but here are some young sons and gentlemen, He Changan's handwriting is so beautiful even the emperor praised it, it's easy to hide it from these people but.

So these people just thought that Qiao Yu was a little stupid, and the news was a little closed, but now they think that this person is really dishonest.

A gathering to woo people broke up unhappy, and only Feng Ping she brought was left behind. Qiao Yucheng was angry in her heart, "A bunch of brainless idiots."

When He Changan returned home, the younger sister had already bought new charcoal pencils and was comparing pictures on the rice paper.

Satisfied, He Changan gave her another stack of rice paper, "Drawing well is also a craft."

He Lan said embarrassingly, "The money sold is not worth as much as paper."

"It depends on how well you draw. If you draw more, you will be better at drawing."

He Changan encouraged He Xiaomei, went back to the house, carefully polished and swiped the brush, the written words were a little dull and his hands were trembling, so he became dissatisfied after seeing it like this, he said to himself, he didn't know if Moxianglou would accept it .

The next morning, pedestrians rushed to the morning market while the weather was still not too hot. The Moxiang Building was being cleaned, and it took half an hour for them to open.

He Changan returned the borrowed characters, and handed over the characters he wrote to Xiaoer. For some reason or another, he wrote more than a dozen sheets before picking out one that he was satisfied with.

He told Xiao Er, "I'll pick it up at noon, I have something to do first."

He Chang'an carried the pattern drawn by He Lan and the embroidery that He's mother had entrusted her to bring. After a while, he rushed to the cloth shop and handed the embroidery to the proprietress.

The proprietress gave him the finished clothes, flipped through He Mu's embroidery, and asked with satisfaction: "You are the son of Sister He, are you married if you are a good-looking man?"

He Changan couldn't resist her direct question, and honestly said, "Not yet."

"Then your wife will be blessed in the future, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are all so capable." The proprietress took the abacus to settle the accounts, "I have agreed on the price of the embroidery with your mother, plus the deposit for the clothes, minus the price of the clothes, there is still fifty cash left .”

"There is still some left, the proprietress is kind." He Changan was ready to pay the money, but he didn't expect that there would be some left.

After he finished his work, he looked for a carriage outside the city several days in advance, and then went back to Moxiang Tower. The sun was high and the steward was already there.

The steward took a second look at the new handwriting and didn't say anything. He estimated the price and settled the bill for He Chang'an, saying hello, "Would you like a cup of tea before leaving?"

He Changan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and didn't want to be too polite with him, "Thank you for the steward, it's just that it will get hotter later, and there are people waiting at home, I'd better go back soon."

The steward didn't stop him when he heard the words, watched him go out from the gate, estimated the time to wait for someone to go away, and called a buddy, "Go to the second floor and report to Mr. Wang, Mr. He just left."

When the master's attitude is gentle, he can block it as much as he can, but he can't hide that Master Wang is his master.

He Chang'an didn't know that there were people trying to trick him after handing in the adverb, so he didn't go back halfway, the sun was so hot that he was sweating profusely, and the newly made clothes were also wet from the palms of his hands.

So he turned the corner and went to the teahouse, thinking, "It's good to drink a glass of water to relieve the heat."

The teahouse is full of business people who come and go from south to north, blocked by the big sun in the teahouse, refusing to take a step, sitting there talking with several accents mixed together, it is very lively.

He Changan didn't stop walking all the time, he just felt agitated and flustered, so he was rarely willing to pay for a box, "I want a cool one, and it's better not to be noisy nearby."

Xiaoer took the money, "It's true, come here, it's the most deserted during the day."

He pointed to a box, "The opposite is the Yuyao Building, it is the most quiet during the day."

Jade Shaker?He Changan looked over there, isn't that a brothel?

It is indeed the quietest during the day!

He simply rested his feet and left, He Changan didn't mind this.

The windows are wide open, and the cool wind is blowing in your face. Eating a bowl of iced sour plum soup is really pleasant.

After the last mouthful of sour plum soup was finished and the sweat on his head was gone, He Changan planned to leave, but when he stood up, he saw an acquaintance in the opposite brothel.

A man and a woman from the brothel opposite came here at some unknown time. They were sitting under the shade of the gallery. The man approached and said something. After a while, the woman realized that I love you too close, so she sat a little farther away, but after a while , The two leaned together again.

He Chang'an didn't know that woman, but that man was clearly Zhang Huaixin!

It was Zhang Huaixin who personally said that he was studying hard at the master's house in the college!