The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yan Chengjin saw that Cheng Minzheng came to visit again, carrying some small gifts, and asked, "What difficulties did Mr. Cheng encounter when writing the book?"

Cheng Minzheng pulled him to a deserted place and whispered: "You don't know something. I am now praised as the pen fairy. How can I bear it?"

Yan Chengjin was a little surprised.

For a talkative person, it is very painful to hold something in his heart.

It's like being tickled on the soles of your feet, but you can only hold it in and not be able to smile.

Dad didn't remind him from the side and had made it public a long time ago. Cheng Minzheng has not revealed any information yet, which really surprised him.

Yan Chengjin turned coldly and advised: "I don't know how much hardship my father endured to achieve his reputation today. If Mr. Cheng can't bear the hardship, just make it public. It's just a river of spring water, all in vain." , Why should you care too much? Does Mr. Cheng think that the road to fame is so simple? "

Cheng Minzheng seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on him, and the anxious look on his face gradually dissipated.

In the final analysis, life is just two words.

gain, loss,

He had tried so hard to gain fame before, but now that he had heard Yan Chengjin's words, his reputation was so great that he could not let go so easily.

"Alas, I am too impatient after all."

Cheng Minzheng sighed and figured out a lot. He didn't stay in Yan's house longer and hurried back to write a book.

As soon as he left, Wang Yue came to visit him.

The doorman refused to let him in, saying that the young master of the house would not see guests today. Wang Yue cursed and said, "I am in the military tent, and I have a close relationship with your master. Who do you think is the guest?"

Wang Yue has been expelling captives all year round, and he also has a bit of the ruffian spirit of the Ming army on the frontier.

Yan Chengjin drove away the door and welcomed Wang Yue in. Seeing his menacing approach, he secretly asked someone to make a cup of flaming wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea: "My father has already gone to the border. Mr. Wang came to visit again. What's the matter?"

After Wang Yue sat down, he began to curse and said: "I think about the time when Emperor Chengzu was the emperor, how glorious it was for officials with military honors in the capital. I have been back in the capital for more than ten days and no one has come to visit me. Now I go to the tea house to drink tea. No one is giving up their seats to listen to books. My dear nephew, tell me, people are really not as good as they used to be!"

Yan Chengjin's face turned dark. He already said that he was no longer a good nephew. Mr. Wang, please don't admit your relatives randomly.

Something will happen...

Yan Chengjin said: "The literary world is really prosperous now. Mr. Wang, why don't you drink a cup of tea to calm down the anger, and then go back and rest?"

When it comes to the literary world, Wang Yue becomes angry.

I haven't returned to the capital for a long time, and now everything has changed in the capital.

The style of writing prevailed, but the style of martial arts languished.

Wang Yue sighed with emotion: "Back then, before I went to war, I was also good at reciting poems and writing good calligraphy. No... I can also recite poems now."

Yan Chengjin was choked and speechless: "Shibo came to me today just to talk about this?"

Wang Yue brushed his beard and said with a smile as if he was an expert: "Of course not. The capital is not as good as the border. It's really boring. I see that you are very interested in archery and I have a lot of insights into martial arts, so I came here specially." Give you some advice."

"Now that spring is approaching, students are less talented and less educated. They must concentrate on their studies and stop playing with bows and arrows."

Wang Yue nodded: "Well, this is the right thing to do. I am also very talented and knowledgeable. I can give you some advice."

Relationships are too boring, so I came here to visit...

Yan Chengjin was suspicious: "Master Wang is in the capital, he doesn't have many friends, right?"

Wang Yue's face turned red and he said sternly: "When I was in great power and the door was broken, how could I have no friends?"

The more he behaves like this, the more certain Yan Chengjin becomes.

Wang Yue was demoted, and no one dared to visit him. The only friendship left was with his father.

What Yan Chengjin didn't know was that Wang Yue was bored staying at home. The emperor ordered him to serve as a minister in the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was a leisurely job to provide for the elderly, and it was hard to come by if he wanted to.

All his friends in Beijing have cut off contact with him.

It is said that a phoenix that has lost its feathers is not as good as a chicken, and a tiger that has fallen from the sky is bullied by a dog.

What was he doing as an official all his life, other than to gain fame both during and after his death?

He managed to become Uncle Wei Ning in the previous dynasty, but was deprived of his title by Emperor Chenghua. The so-called emperor and his ministers were so powerful in the previous dynasty, but now they are incompatible with the officials.

Now that the literary world is rising, it is a good opportunity to clear up his reputation. He can write and write again. Wang Yue can't help but feel in his heart. If he had known it, he would have asked Yan Kesong for some advice on how to become famous.

Wang Yue did not ask for trouble. He came out of Yan's Mansion and took out the "Fox Zhai" he just bought in Dongshi.

I thought about paying a visit to this Taoist Liu Nuan, but I didn't know who he really was, so I had to go back home in anger.

……………………

The night was bright and the stars were sparse, the capital had long since fallen silent, and there were only a few lonely lamps left on the streets, swaying in the night wind.

Wang Busui came to Cheng's Mansion to pick up manuscripts as usual. In the middle of the night, except for the watchman, there was not even a ghost. He lightly knocked on the door of Cheng's Mansion three times, only to hear from the door: "There is no way to recover from the mountains and rivers." ”

This was the code word that Cheng Minzheng had agreed with him. Wang Busui quickly responded: "The Pengmen will be opened for you from now on."

Wang Yue was hiding in the dark. Before he marched to the war, he served as the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The Metropolitan Procuratorate was one of the three judicial departments of the imperial court. Based on his experience, it would be easy to investigate an individual.

only……

Are these two lines of poetry wrong?

In an instant, the door of Cheng Mansion opened, and Wang Yue suddenly woke up. This was a code word!

Wang Yue saw someone handing out a wooden box from the door. The generous and fat bookseller took it, looked around and saw no one, and hurried away.

He followed him, picked up a wooden stick at random in the alley, and knocked the bookseller unconscious with one blow.

He opened the brocade box and looked at it, his eyes suddenly widened like copper bells.

It turned out to be the manuscript of Hu Zhai, neat and tidy!

This handwriting is Cheng Minzheng's! Could it be...

Hiss!

Wang Yue was terrified when he thought about it, and took a breath of cold air. A bold idea came to his mind, Liu Nuan Taoist, is Cheng Minzheng!

However, after the shock, he quickly restored the scene, thinking to himself, I can't bear the crime of theft again.

Wang Bushui woke up in a daze after sleeping until the fifth watch, and then cursed, who the hell hit me with a stick, if you have the guts, hit me head-on.

Fortunately, he found that the clothes were all neat and the brocade box was still there.

Early in the morning,

Yan Chengjin drank the wolfberry and lotus seed porridge cooked by Chunxiao, went to the new courtyard, tried to draw a four-stone bow, saw Wang Yue coming, and ran with the bow.

"Don't run, nephew. I'm not here to teach you archery today!" Wang Yue chased after him with her skirt lifted.

Yan Chengjin was skeptical, and always felt that this man who claimed to be his uncle was not a good person.

Wang Yue said with a sly look on his face: "Last night, I learned a secret and wanted to share it with my nephew. The Taoist Liu Nuan is Cheng Minzheng, that bastard!"

Wang Yue looked proud, with an expression like "Are you very surprised?"

Yan Chengjin asked back: "The secret code he used to contact the bookseller is that he has reached the end of his rope and has no way out. He is now opening his door for you?"

Wang Yue was so cute.

Yan Chengjin also looked like "Are you surprised?"

"How do you know?"

Yan Chengjin: "How did Lord Wang know?"

"I followed the bookseller, knocked him out with a stick, and then..."

Yan Chengjin: "Lord Cheng Minzheng told me."

Wang Yue: "…………"

Forbidden City, in the warm room.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao was kneeling on the slightly cold gold bricks. It was because he saw that Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood recently that he dared to go to the warm room to act wild: "Father, please don't confine your son anymore. Those Jinwu guards don't even listen to my orders. How can they protect my son? I will study hard in the future."

Those Jinwu guards are your majesty's personal army, so how can they obey you.

Li Dongyang and others were silent, waiting for Zhu Houzhao to leave, and began to discuss state affairs.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "The spring examination is approaching, which is related to the prosperity of the country. Don't go out to cause trouble...cause trouble!" He was too embarrassed to say the words "harm others".

Where can this rebellious son go after leaving the palace?

I'm going to Yan's mansion to find Yan Chengjin.

Now that the spring exam is approaching, it's fine if you don't study yourself, but you also delay others' studies. Isn't this intentionally making others fail?

Thanks to the book friend "Reading without blindness" for the reward