There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

Ye Zhizhou found that Yan Mingyong was very lethargic these days, and often fell asleep with his head tilted after lunch without turning a few pages of the book.After discovering that his lover was sleeping on the small couch again, he finally couldn't help but secretly called the imperial doctor.As a result, the imperial doctor did not find anything wrong after looking at it for a long time, but it frightened the emperor who took the time to come to see his son.

"Really okay?"

"Go back to the emperor, Your Highness is fine, if you take good care of your body, maybe you will be able to go to sacrifice with the emperor this year." The imperial physician said pleasant words, and he was in a good mood.In the past, when the Eighth Prince got sick, they would be scolded by the Imperial Hospital, but now, the Eighth Prince's body is gradually getting stronger, and the Emperor is in a good mood. Not only does he stop scolding them, but he also sends rewards to the Imperial Hospital from time to time.

"Well, yes, reward!" Emperor Yan was really happy when he heard this, and felt that the old face of the imperial doctor had become young and handsome. After thinking about it, he asked, "With Yong'er's current physical condition, the two Can I go to Autumn Hunting in a month's time?"

The imperial physician thought for a while and replied, "If you pay attention not to overwork yourself, you can still go."

"Very good, very good!" Emperor Yan smiled happily this time, just like all ordinary fathers in this world, delighted at the slight improvement of his sickly son.

Seeing Emperor Yan like this, Ye Zhizhou sighed in his heart.Although Emperor Yan had many sons, each of them was not only his son, but Yan Mingyong. His birth mother was of humble status and had no relatives, and her age was much different from other princes. She did not pose a threat to the throne, and she was the only one who could let him Emperor Yan devoted himself to the existence of his father's love with peace of mind, and Yan Mingyong had indirectly saved his life... Misfortunes depend on blessings, blessings lie on disasters, and Yan Mingyong's illness is his best protection. It has completely improved, and I don't know if Emperor Yan will care about this son as much as he does now.

The imperial physician couldn't see the reason for Yan Mingyong's lethargy, and Tongtian couldn't scan for any problems. Although Ye Zhizhou was worried, he couldn't do anything about it. He could only try to convince himself that this was a normal phenomenon that adolescent children would experience when they grow up.

Yan Mingyong saw his worry and knew that he secretly invited the imperial physician, but in order to enjoy the pleasure of being cared for and valued more, he pretended not to know anything and continued to "sleep".

Three days later, in the original plot, An Chengjie will participate in the literary meeting held by Yingtian College on this day, and will be appreciated by the academician Liu Qingfeng in this literary meeting, and then he will be accepted as a disciple by the other party, officially embarking on the journey of conquering literati circle the road.Ye Zhizhou had been thinking about this plot when he opened Kawagoe, and wanted to take Yan Mingyong to join in the fun, but now that he was so lethargic, he was worried that he would not be able to withstand the trouble of going out, so he gave up the idea.

Then, Yan Mingyong, who woke up after catching up, found that Ye Zhizhou had left a letter and left.The warm afternoon sun blurred the corners of the note next to the pillow, and blurred the instantly gloomy expression on his face.

At the turn of spring and summer, the last batch of peach blossoms under the Guiyuan Temple are in full bloom. Ye Zhizhou is nestled under a peach blossom tree, eating melon seeds while listening to those students' poems and words and articles, so busy that he wants to The grass is growing.

An Chengsheng got away from the small circle in the center, and after searching around, he found his younger brother in the corner. He sighed helplessly, "Le'er, you are already 16 years old, don't you still want to settle down and study?"

Ever since he gave away the collection of poems, An Chengsheng's attitude towards him has become better and better and more tolerant. Ye Zhizhou is very satisfied with this. Hearing what he said at this time, he nodded shamelessly and said, "I don't want to read it. , I am not material for studying, I want to make a lot of money! A while ago, my mother gave me a dowry shop, and I turned it into a restaurant, and I made a lot of money." Children from aristocratic families who have no talent for being an official will eventually choose to become a businessman under the cover of the family. It is also a good way out, but it is not as honorable as entering the officialdom after studying.

However, An Chengsheng couldn't bear to let his stupid younger brother go to the mall to go up and down, and continued to persuade, "You don't need to be very good at your studies, you just need to be admitted to Jinshi, and then you will be an idle official in the Imperial Academy. I can protect you."

Just take a Jinshi exam?With just the little bit of ink from the original owner, even a scholar can't pass the exam!Ye Zhizhou complained in his heart, but on the face he looked stupid and self-willed, "But the officialdom is too scary, you know, brother, I'm not good at brains, I can lose money if I'm in business, and if I'm not careful, I'll lose my life, anyway. I don’t want to study and become an official.” He resolutely maintained the original owner’s mindless setting, and continued to spread bait, “And if I make a lot of money, I can find ancient poetry collections for my brother, the one I copied for you last time seems to have A series, I still want to collect them all for my elder brother." There are a lot of books about poetry in the space, which were bought by Ouyang Zhi when he was doing charity, and they are probably enough to copy more than a dozen "ancient poetry collections" to fool An Chengsheng Enough is enough.

An Chengsheng was really excited when he heard the words, and stopped persuading him to read, and asked eagerly, "Is it really a series? Do you have any clues about the other books?"

"I don't have any eyebrows." He glanced at the cheap brother whose eyes were about to glow green, pointed to the entrance of the literary club, and said, "But I saw brother Cheng Jie, brother, did you invite him too?" They entered the arena with an invitation letter. As the No. [-] scholar, An Chengsheng has a lot of invitation functions, and it is normal to give An Chengjie one. In the original plot, An Chengjie relied on An Chengsheng to enter this time. Wenhui.

Unexpectedly, An Chengsheng frowned when he heard what he said, and gave a negative answer, "I haven't invited you, maybe the second brother got it from other places." A while ago, he admired this younger brother very much, thinking that The other party is also a person who loves poetry, but these days, the other party has been running out every day, showing no sign of studying hard, and the appreciation has gradually faded, but it is a pity for the other party's talent and aura...

"That's it..." Ye Zhizhou put the peeled melon seeds in a cloth bag and prepared to throw them away later. He clapped his hands and got up and said, "Brother Cheng Jie is more knowledgeable than me. He will definitely come out again when he comes." There are some amazing words and phrases, let's go and cheer him on!" After speaking, he dragged An Chengsheng's arm to that side, unwilling to miss the good show for a while.

An Chengsheng was thinking about something, and he almost couldn't stand still when he pulled him back. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but patted his head amusedly, "A while ago, I was angry when I saw my second brother like a hedgehog, but now I can treat him with a normal heart." Yes, what my father said is right, our Jia Le'er has really grown up."

Yes, yes, when I grow up, the core has changed, and I have grown several hundred years old.He was thinking silently, looking for Liu Qingfeng's figure in the crowd while walking, thinking about how to let the other party listen to An Chengjie's "masterpiece" for a while.

At this time, the literary meeting had just started, and most of the students were just gathering together to connect with each other. There were quite a few people around An Chengjie, most of whom were lovers of poetry.Some other students were originally standing not far from him, but when they saw him approaching, they moved a little further away.

Ye Zhizhou finally found the short old man Liu Qingfeng in the crowd with difficulty, and deliberately dragged An Chengsheng to stand where the other party could hear him, and asked loudly, "Brother, why did the group of people over there see you?" They ran away to the second brother, don't they like the second brother?"

"It's not... well, it's just that the circle is different." An Chengsheng was stumped by his question, and answered vaguely.The part of the students who took the imperial examinations disliked the "non-professional" people like An Chengjie who only showed off some poetry, but he didn't want his younger brother to know about this kind of mutual exclusion in the literati circle, and he always felt a little ashamed.

He wanted to be vague, but Ye Zhizhou didn't want to do what he wanted, and said with a look of sudden realization, "I see, they are the students who took the imperial examination this year, right? I've heard others say that they seem to hate the second brother's bad behavior." I want to make progress, but I don’t think so. The second brother’s poems are so good, so what if you don’t study hard, even if you don’t take the imperial examination, and don’t enter the officialdom to do things for the people, so what? Do you admire him as much?"

"Full of nonsense!"

An old voice suddenly sounded not far behind the two of them, Ye Zhizhou turned around pretending to be surprised, frowned and said, "This old gentleman, how can you eavesdrop on our conversation, a gentleman would not do that."

An Chengsheng guessed the speaker's identity after hearing the old voice, and hurriedly pulled Ye Zhizhou's sleeve to signal him not to talk back, bowed respectfully to the old man, and said apologetically, "Lord Liu, please forgive me. The younger brother has nothing to say, and the student will definitely discipline him after he goes back."

Liu Qingfeng was still very satisfied with An Chengsheng, the number one scholar. Seeing him like this, his face softened a little, and he said to Ye Zhizhou, "Fashionable knowledge can only win the world's short-term approval. Studying is a lifetime thing. You don't want to do it for the country. People, diligence itself is indispensable, and we must not be so frivolous in the future."

Ye Zhizhou hurriedly pretended to be ashamed and nodded yes, then swished out another transcribed mixed volume of poetry from his arms, and handed it over with both hands, "Thank you for your guidance, old man, a little thank you, please be sure to be my subordinate. "

Liu Qingfeng is a lover of books. Seeing that what he handed over was a book, he took it reflexively and opened it. Then he realized that something was wrong. He couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and the hand that turned the pages froze.

"It's just a collection of ancient poems transcribed by my brother-in-law, sir, you can accept it." Seeing this, An Chengsheng hastily explained.

Only then did Liu Qingfeng relax, and continued to flip through the book, "So it was copied by Lingdi, this word...cough, of course, the most important thing to read is the content, this collection of poems...huh?!"

An Chengsheng smiled, Ye Zhizhou was satisfied, and suddenly there was a commotion on An Chengjie's side, and a student said excitedly, "Brother Chengjie has a good literary talent, this poem praising peach blossoms is wonderful! , Deeply dyed with peaches to prepare for victory. If you are not drunk, you will know the memory after waking up. If you want to open up, you will worry about the time of falling. Idiot moth..."

"Idiot moths flutter the lights and it's hard to turn them off, and jumping carps are shocked and can't receive the electricity. Why is the pear blossom empty like snow, also known as spring." Liu Qingfeng continued the next sentence, covered the book in his hand, and looked at him with an unpredictable expression. The student who spoke out asked in a deep voice, "Who do you think wrote this poem?"

The student who was answered looked dumbfounded at Liu Qingfeng who was slowly walking forward, and stammered, "It's Cheng, brother Chengjie... Mr. Liu, how could you answer the next sentence, it's obvious that this poem is just now... "

Liu Qingfeng looked at An Chengjie when he heard the words, his face was ashen, "It is obviously a masterpiece in the ancient poetry collection, when did it become your child's work? I will definitely break it with you today!"

An Chengjie's heart trembled when he saw the old man's sharp gaze, and he became flustered.