Salted fish, he thought about it

His tone was very soft, but it was chilling down the spine.

King Li is tyrannical and cruel, and everyone in the capital knows, everyone knows, if he said to cut his tongue, he would definitely do such a thing!

Li Ming's face turned pale, and he begged for mercy in fear: "My lord, calm down!"

The rest of the people also knelt down and said in fear: "My lord, your lord has a lot, please spare me!"

"Oh? What are you afraid of?" Xue Fangli said calmly, "Didn't you just talk and laugh?"

"My lord, it's our audacity to discuss the concubine in private," Li Ming said tremblingly, "We know we're wrong, we know we're wrong!"

After finishing speaking, he knelt on the ground and knocked his head heavily, "My lord, calm down, please forgive us this time, we will never dare to do it again in the future!"

"The mouth grows on your body. If you dare to do it in the future, how will this king know?" Xue Fangli smiled slightly, "It's better to cut it off, once and for all."

He said so, that is, there is no room for maneuver.The people who came to this gathering today are all famous students, and they will become officials in the future. If they cut out their tongues, their lives will be over!

"My lord, spare me, spare me—!"

"It's him! From the beginning to the end, it was Li Ming who made the noise, and he was the one who humiliated the princess. My lord, it's enough for you to cut Li Ming's tongue!"

"That's right, my lord, it's all Li Ming's fault, it's all his fault!"

Li Ming's eyes were wide open, "What are you talking about? Could it be that I was the only one making a fuss, and you didn't agree?"

However, Xue Fangli asked Li Ming with great interest: "The princess is not interested in drinking, but what did you say?"

Li Ming's lips moved, "My lord..."

Xue Fangli nodded, "This king knows."

"Come here, cut off his tongue, and sew up his mouth."

The guard drew his knife and approached Li Ming.

At this moment, Li Ming was in a state of extreme fear, and he hated being stabbed in the back by his old friend. He didn't know where the courage came from, and he grabbed the guard's knife and said angrily: "I'm not feeling well, and you can't even think about it!" !"

He swung his saber down and started chasing down his friend, blood gushed out immediately, and everyone screamed in shock.

Xue Fangli looked at the scene of the dog biting the dog in disgust, and stood up indifferently.

He was going to let the guard wait here to pick his tongue, but when he looked down, he saw the young man downstairs, Xue Fangli changed his mind, and he spoke calmly.

"Report to the officer."

On the first floor of the book shop, Jiang Juan was walking outside when he heard a voice.

"princess."

Marquis Anping blocked his way, staring at him with a complicated expression.

Jiang Juan: "..."

Alas, he just didn't want to breathe under the same sky as Marquis Anping.

No matter how much he didn't want to get close to Marquis Anping, Jiang Juan could only sigh, and asked him politely, "Are you okay?"

Anping Hou said with forbearance: "Even if you have resentment towards me, why do you want to humiliate me so much?"

Jiang Juan: "?"

He looked at Anpinghou blankly, and questioned his soul: "What are you talking about?"

After thinking for a while, Jiang Juan added, "I have no resentment towards you, nor do I want to humiliate you."

He is just a salted fish, and his lifelong dream is to lay flat and spread it into salted fish cakes. It is too embarrassing for a fish to humiliate people, so he can only turn it around.

Anpinghou asked him, "Then why don't you meet me?"

Jiang Juan replied sincerely: "...There is nothing to see. I am Princess Li, and you are the Marquis of Anping. I am married to my brother and His Majesty. Maybe it is better to avoid suspicion?"

Anpinghou was startled.His Majesty did not confer a marriage, he was so distracted that day that he missed the opportunity, Marquis Anping hesitated for a moment, and explained to him: "Xiao Nian and I..."

Jiang Juan didn't want to hear the love story between the protagonist Gong and the protagonist Shou. After all, he had read the novel, "The prince is waiting for me in the teahouse. I'm going to find him."

Jiang Juan left as soon as he said that, and the crocodile silk hanging from the curtain was gently lifted up and brushed over Anpinghou's face. Anpinghou saw a long, slender, snow-white neck that was looming, and his thoughts moved.

"This Marquis wants to compensate you." Anping Hou blurted out.

Jiang Juan looked sideways, "Why do you need compensation?"

He looked at Anpinghou with a very puzzled look, in the clear eyes, there was no previous idiot, plain and puzzled.

The more Jiang Juan remained indifferent, the more ridiculous Anpinghou's behavior seemed. Unwilling to condense in his heart, Anpinghou took a deep breath and said, "I saw you looking at the black glazed porcelain for a long time. Do you like it?"

Jiang Juan said vigilantly, "If you don't like it, just take a look."

But Anpinghou said to himself: "If you like it, I will fetch it for you."

Jiang Juan: "I don't—" Before the words finished, the Marquis of Anping had already spoken: "The shopkeeper, exchange poetry for a lamp, can I have a try?"

The shopkeeper smiled heartily, "Of course."

Jiang Juan: "..."

It's kind of embarrassing.

He said seriously: "Master Hou, if I want it, I can ask him for it. You don't have to do this."

Marquis Anping still said: "This Marquis just wants to compensate you."

But there is nothing to compensate, Jiang Juan shook his head, "I don't think there is any need to compensate."

Jiang Juan refused again and again, no matter how introverted Marquis Anping's personality was, his anger surfaced a bit, and he asked Jiang Juan, "Do you think this Marquis is inferior to the prince, so I can't get you this teacup?"

Jiang Juan: "Huh?"

Just as he was talking, the shopkeeper brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Hou Anping, "Master Hou, please."

The Marquis of Anping took a look at Jiang Juan, and began to write with a pen. Instead of speaking, his servant said softly to Jiang Juan, "My concubine just came to the capital not long ago, so I may not be clear about many things."

"There are two people in Beijing who are widely respected. One is Young Master Gu Puwang, who is young and intelligent, and the other is our Marquis. They are called Shangjing Yujue."

The servant talked proudly, "Mr. Hou's uncle, the son-in-law, is Mr. Bai's direct disciple. Mr. Hou was influenced by his son-in-law's words and deeds since he was a child, and he was also taught by Mr. Bai. He can be regarded as a disciple of Mr. Bai." gone."

After a pause, the servant asked Jiang Juan, "Princess, do you know Mr. Bai?"

"……Know."

Jiang Juan remembered that in the novel, this Mr. Bai's full name was Bai Xuechao, and he was a respectable old gentleman.He has been an official in the court for 30 years. He has been clean and honest in politics and devoted himself to serving the people. Not only literati respect him, but the common people also admire him very much.

The boy said: "Mr. Hou is a teacher of Mr. Bai, so why can't he get the teacup?"

Jiang Juan blinked, always feeling weird.

Mr. Bai is Mr. Bai, and Marquis Anping is Marquis Anping.Whether he can get the teacup depends on his personal ability, and what does it have to do with his master's inheritance?

But it was obvious that Jiang Juan was the only one who thought so.Hearing that the Marquis of Anping was going to write a poem, many people from the book shop gathered together, and as soon as the young servant finished speaking, everyone echoed.

"That's right, Lord Hou is a teacher of Mr. Bai, this teacup, Lord Hou can easily grab it with his hands."

"Let's not talk about how talented Mr. Bai is. Wasn't the son-in-law also talented back then? Master Hou has been taught by these two people, and he will surely become a success."

"All right."

Marquis Anping wrote the last word and handed the poem to the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper didn't read it, just smiled and said, "Master Hou, wait a moment."

After a pause, the shopkeeper asked Anping Hou: "Have you really been taught by Mr. Bai?"

Marquis Anping remained silent, the shopkeeper took him as his acquiescence, and said with a smile: "My husband, the person we admire the most in life is also Mr. Bai. It seems that this tea cup is about to change hands."

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper carefully held the poem and left quickly, but not long after, he came back with a strange expression.

"Shopkeeper, why do you look disheveled?"

"Could it be that the teacup was just taken out and was about to be sent away, isn't it painful?"

The shopkeeper waved his hand and asked Anping Hou: "Master Hou, are you really a teacher of Mr. Bai?"

Anpinghou was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't answer directly, but asked: "Why did the shopkeeper say that?"

The shopkeeper hesitantly said: "My husband said—" "If you have been instructed by Mr. Bai, but you still write poems like this, it is because you are stubborn. If you have not been instructed by Mr. Bai, you can write so badly. It's justifiable, but it's a pity that Mr. Gu, and you are called Shangjing Yujue, you have a name, and his reputation is damaged."

Marquis Anping has always been well-known in Beijing. Apart from his noble background, the most important thing is that he has been taught by Mr. Bai. As long as they hear about this, everyone will praise him endlessly.

For so many years, this is the first time that Marquis Anping has been accused of being a fake name, and he was astonished.

The servant was even more angrily, "It's so badly written? How can our master's poems be so badly written? Your husband is called a great scholar because he repaired this bookstore. Do you really think you are a great scholar?"

"Your family knows that Mr. Bai has only praised one person—Jiangnan Lou's family, Lou Yueru. Mr. Bai said that his articles are well written and his words are full of lies, and it is Mr. Lou who was willing to exchange a thousand gold for him a few years ago. Master Hou's article, if Master Hou really has a false name, why should Mr. Lou do this?"

The shopkeeper was stunned when he heard it, and Marquis Anping also said: "Benhou's poems may not be able to catch the eyes of the gentleman, but how can the gentleman bluntly say that the marquis has a false name?"

"The Marquis doesn't care about fame, but if someone says that for no reason, you have to ask clearly."

Marquis Anping said: "Your husband, what is your last name? If he is a master like Mr. Lou, he is not good at poetry, and I have nothing to say, but if he has no talent or virtue, he is just pointing fingers. I will definitely not forgive you lightly.”

The shopkeeper looked at him, hesitant to speak, Anpinghou frowned and said, "Say it quickly."

The shopkeeper had no choice but to say: "My husband, if there is no accident, he is the Mr. Lou that Hou Ye said."

After a pause, the shopkeeper said slowly again: "If you remember correctly, our husband begged Hou Ye for the article, and he also heard that Hou Ye had been taught by Mr. Bai, and our husband admired Mr. Bai quite a lot, so ..."

In other words, when Mr. Lou begged for articles, it was not for Anpinghou, but for Mr. Bai.

The Marquis of Anping also asked for benevolence. He said that if everyone criticized him like Mr. Lou, he would have nothing to say, and it turned out to be Mr. Lou himself.

The bookstore was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Jiang Juan: "..."

No, this is too embarrassing, right?

Will Marquis Anping remember him?

Anping Hou wanted to take the teacup, but Jiang Juan did not do it voluntarily, but no matter what he said, he could be regarded as embarrassing Anping Hou.

Jiang Juan thought for a few seconds, and tried to comfort Anpinghou: "Actually, the writing is not that bad, I think it's pretty good. It's good—" Fortunately, Jiang Juan couldn't make it up anymore, he Knowing how to memorize poems but not how to appreciate them, Jiang Juan had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "It's good because it's really good."

Jiang Juan spoke sincerely, but at this juncture, it seemed more like annoyance than comfort.

In just one stick of incense, Marquis Anping lost his face twice in a row. No matter how forbearing his character is, no matter how indifferent his emotions and anger are, he can't keep calm anymore.

He pursed his lips tightly, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said to Jiang Juan, "You——are very good."

After the words fell, Anping Hou walked away in a huff.

Jiang Juan: "?"

Damn, he was really vindictive.

But what does it matter to him?

Jiang Juan was very depressed. He felt that he was quite innocent. He was just a salty fish, but he was always forced to become a villain.

Jiang Juan sighed, the back of his neck was held down, he was forced to look away, and a familiar voice came from beside his ear, "Why are you sighing?"

Xue Fangli didn't know when he came to him, Jiang Juan blinked and asked him in surprise, "My lord, why are you here?"

Marquis Anping paused as he stepped out of the bookshop, Xue Fangli replied softly, "You've been in the bookstore for too long, come and see what's going on."

Jiang Juan said "oh", Xue Fangli raised his chin lightly, and asked him again: "Which tea cup do you like?"

Whether you like it or not, it's enough to see it. Besides, Jiang Juan was a little scared, so he also said to Xue Fangli: "I don't like it."

"You have been watching it for so long if you don't like it?" Xue Fangli smiled slightly, "If you like it, I will fetch it for you."

Jiang Juan: "?"

Isn't this the line of Anpinghou?

Jiang Juan hesitated to speak, he was too afraid of scoring twice, he shook his head desperately, "No, let's go."

If Marquis Anping loses face, he can lose face, but the prince can't do it. He is not in good health, so he has to maintain his physical and mental health.

Xue Fangli seemed to see Jiang Juan's worry, and just smiled lightly, "This king knows it well."

After the words fell, he winked at the senior executive, and the senior executive whispered a few words to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he asked Xue Fangli: "My lord, are you serious?"

Xue Fangli nodded.

The shopkeeper beamed and said, "Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I'll go and report to you sir."

Xue Fangli said "Yes", and the shopkeeper trotted all the way, Jiang Juan asked curiously, "My lord, what did you promise?"

Xue Fangli said indifferently: "Exchange him with something."

Anpinghou snorted coldly in his heart.

This teacup has been said early in the morning that no matter how precious it is, it is probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of this Mr. Lou.

Sure enough, not long after, the shopkeeper came back, and he waved his hand out of breath, "My lord, no, our master said that we can't exchange this tea cup with you."

Marquis Anping snorted softly, before suppressing his smile, he heard the shopkeeper say again: "Your set of "Shan Hai Xiang Xuan Collection" has been lost for a long time, it is really precious, our husband dare not accept it, let alone accept it."

"Mr. also said that this teacup is for you. He still has a lot of collections. If the prince is interested, he can choose a few more. He can only borrow your set of "Shan Hai Xiang Xuan Collection" for a few days."

"Well, the king knows."

Marquis Anping's smile froze, how could he have forgotten that this book shop was originally a library, Mr. is a poetic fanatic, but also loves books.

If he hadn't forgotten, if he had exchanged ancient books...

Marquis Anping turned his head and met Xue Fangli's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Unlike him in a mess, the man took off the teacup with dignity and handed it to Jiang Juan, "Take it."

Jiang Juan touched the teacup, raised his head and sighed again: "My lord, you are really kind."

Marquis Anping took a deep breath, and looked at Jiang Juan steadfastly. The young man smiled with his brows slightly curved, his eyes focused and serious.

At this moment, Marquis Anping suddenly realized something.

Jiang Juan really felt that Li Wang was very kind to him.The last time I was in the palace, I was not angry with him.

Marquis Anping felt it was ridiculous, and he was even more depressed. He stepped out of the bookstore angrily, but bumped into many officers and soldiers head-on.

The leading officers and soldiers bowed their hands to him, looked into the bookstore, and asked: "Who is the official who reported that someone committed a murder in the bookstore?"

Xue Fangli said lazily, "My lord."

Officers and soldiers: "?"

The atmosphere froze for a second.

No wonder they were so surprised, King Li would report to the officials, what a ghost, this master himself is a living king of Hades, their government can only manage the affairs of the yang world, but dare not meddle in the affairs of the underworld.

Xue Fangli turned a blind eye to this, and said slowly: "Upstairs, he seems to be walking with Lord Hou."

No matter how hard the officers and soldiers could say, they still dutifully went upstairs. Marquis Anping soon realized what was happening, and asked Xue Fangli in horror: "What did you do to them?"

Xue Fangli raised his eyelids, and was about to speak, but Jiang Juan stood in front of him, frowned and said, "What are you doing so loudly?"

"Speak as you speak, the prince is not in good health, so don't yell at him."