The Return of the Demon

Tianxuan looked at Ning Chen in shock. At such a young age, he had such a literary background.

"It seems that in the near future, our Great Xuan Dynasty will have a famous figure in the literary world."

Tianxuan praised generously.

Even the sissy who had always looked down on Ning Chen chose to remain silent at this time.

Although he did not understand poetry very well, even a fool could hear how high the artistic conception of Ning Chen's poem was.

Once this poem came out, I believe it will shock the whole capital in a short time.

Ning Chen smiled innocently, "I don't want to be famous, I just want to be well fed and clothed."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The sissy walked over and opened the door.

Several waiters from Zhuangyuanlou filed in, holding trays with delicious dishes in their hands.

Ning Chen watched them put them on the table and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Taixuan glanced at him and smiled, "Lanxing, sit down."

Ning Chen asked tentatively, "Are you going to treat me to a meal?"

Tianxuan nodded.

Ning Chen was really hungry. He had just recovered from a serious illness and had not eaten a single bite of food since yesterday.

Seeing Ning Chen sitting down, Tianxuan said, "Eat, you're welcome!"

"Thank you, uncle. I won't be polite then!"

Ning Chen was so hungry that he didn't care about etiquette and started to eat voraciously.

Tianxuan watched him eat quietly without moving his chopsticks.

"How rude!"

Watching Ning Chen eat voraciously, the sissy looked disgusted.

Unfortunately, he and the bearded man didn't even have a seat, and both stood respectfully behind Tianxuan.

Ning Chen was finally full and burped.

He raised his head and found that Tianxuan hadn't eaten a single bite. He felt a little embarrassed, "Uncle, why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry!"

"Then can I take this half roast chicken away?"

Tianxuan looked at him, "Do you often not have enough to eat?"

Ning Chen nodded.

"Then I'll have someone pack another one for you."

"No need, I'll just pack this half."

Tian Xuan didn't force it, nodded slightly, and then changed the subject, "How much do you plan to sell this poem for?"

Ning Chen thought for a while, "Uncle, give it as you see fit? You've already treated me to a meal, I can give you a discount."

Tian Xuan thought for a while, "How about a hundred taels?"

Ning Chen opened his mouth wide.

I'm rich, I'm rich!

One hundred taels of silver is equivalent to the annual salary of a third-rank official.

Ning Ziming is a second-rank official, with an annual salary of one hundred and fifty taels of silver.

Of course, this is just a normal salary. If you add the salary for maintaining integrity, other benefits, and gray income, the annual income is probably more than ten thousand taels of silver.

One hundred taels of silver can buy a small courtyard with two entrances in a remote place in the capital.

More than ten minutes later, he brought a silver note of one hundred taels, one tael of silver...oh, and half a roast chicken.

When leaving, Tianxuan told Ning Chen that he would come to Zhuangyuanlou every three to five days...If there are good poems, you can find him.

After Ning Chen left, Tianxuan was still thinking about the poem and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good poem, really good poem!"

The sissy hurriedly said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty... Once this poem is published, Your Majesty's prestige will definitely rise to a higher level!"

Tianxuan is none other than the current emperor, Emperor Xuan!

The Emperor Xuan glanced at the sissy, "Do you want me to impersonate you? Although I like poetry, I can't do such a thing to gain fame."

The sissy saw that Emperor Xuan was unhappy and fell to his knees in fear.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I think this poem was bought by your Majesty, so it belongs to your Majesty."

Emperor Xuan snorted coldly and said, "Do you really think this poem is only worth one hundred taels? This poem is worth a thousand gold coins."

"I said one hundred taels because I am considering the young man... He is young and weak. If he carries a lot of money, he will definitely bring disaster."

The sissy hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, please be merciful!"

Emperor Xuan waved his hand and said, "Go get paper and pen. I want to write this poem and post it outside for everyone to see... So many literati and scholars are not as good as a young man. It's a waste of my building this champion building."

"Your servant obeys your order!"

The sissy quickly got up and went to get the pen and ink.

Emperor Xuan thought for a while and said, "Nie Liang?"

"I am here!"

The bearded man with a fierce face knelt on one knee in front of Tianxuan.

Emperor Xuan said, "Go and follow Lan Xing and check his background."

"Yes, sir!"

......

Ning Chen left the Zhuangyuan Building and came to a clothing store. He spent five coins to buy himself a set of thick clothes and another coin to buy a pair of shoes.

The Great Xuan Dynasty had copper coins. One coin was one thousand coins. This thing was too heavy. Everyone still liked to use silver coins, except ordinary people.

Therefore, in places where business was done, there were small scales uniformly supervised by the court and equipped with a pair of large scissors.

How much silver? Just cut it off and weigh it.

Ning Chen wore new clothes, carried half a roast chicken, returned to Ning Mansion, stepped on the stone in the corner and climbed in.

As soon as he climbed in, he saw Ning Mao and his servants waiting for him.

"Ning Chen, you are really a bastard who is not under control... You climbed over the wall to go upstairs, do you have any manners at all?"

"Father asked you to reflect on your mistakes behind closed doors, but you dared to climb over the wall to go out. If father knew, I think you would..."

Ning Mao pointed at him and cursed, spitting everywhere.

But suddenly, his shouting stopped.

Because Ning Chen didn't say a word, but just silently picked up a stick as thick as an arm from under the wall and walked towards him.

Ning Mao remembered that Ning Xing was slashed on the head by a porcelain pillow and was now lying in bed recovering from his injuries. He also remembered that Ning Chen asked his father to burn him to death last night, and he felt a chill in his heart and stepped back in fear.

"Ning, Ning Chen, what do you want to do?"

Ning Chen said coldly: "Don't be afraid, I just want to smash your dog head."

"You... you still dare to commit murder? If my father knows, think about what will happen to you?"

Ning Chen said coldly: "When he knows, you are already dead! At worst, I will kill me to pay for your life, and I will not lose anything if you take the blame."

Ning Mao suddenly remembered that he had several servants with him, so what was there to be afraid of?

"What are you still standing there for? Take him down for me."

Several servants, holding sticks, approached Ning Chen.

Uncle Chai rushed over to protect Ning Chen, trembling with nervousness.

Ning Chen said angrily: "Let's see who dares to touch me? Although I am not favored, I am also the fourth son of the Ning Mansion. How can you evil slaves touch me?"

Several servants were stunned and dared not move.

Ning Chen was right. The master is the master and the servant is the servant. Although Ning Chen was not favored, he was also the fourth son of the Ning Mansion. They could not touch him.

Ning Mao yelled: "You dog servants, what kind of fourth son is he? In the Ning Mansion, he is worse than a dog... Beat him up, I will take the responsibility if something happens."

Ning Chen sneered, "He is the son of Minister Ning. If something happens to me, Minister Ning will not do anything to him? But you evil slaves, who committed treason, the lightest punishment is thirty strokes of the cane. Think about it, can you bear it?"

"Get out of here!"

Ning Chen roared, frightening the servants.

Ning Chen swung the stick and rushed towards Ning Mao.

Ning Mao screamed in fear and turned around and ran away.