Heming Tower is the most magnificent wine shop in the capital. The plaque inscriptions inscribed in the red hanging high on the door, and was written by the prince Zhu Yu himself, which suddenly became more noble.

Chen Zetang got off the sedan chair, and there were four and five gold silhouettes in front of the door waiting for a long time. They went forward to take the tribute and guided them, following the steps to the third floor.

Before we arrived, we had heard a woman singing along with the huqin. When we approached, we saw that the whole layer had been wrapped and it was rarely empty.

A row of large windows of Ruyi Diamond Flowers, supported by a fork lever, is half open, and can be seen by the railings, and the crowded view of the bridge entrance.

There was a person sitting there, eating wine and listening to music leisurely.

He was not as good as Chen Zetang. He wore black gauze and played with pearls and wings, and was good at crown. His clothes were purple and yellow on his waist. Because he had been stationed in the northern border for a long time, his handsome face was a bit windy and frosty, but he looked more and more extraordinary.

The middle-aged man standing by and attending him was named Xu Jing, who was the most capable aide around Chen Zetang.

He saw Chen Zetang picking up the ladder, and hurried over to greet him, and asked in a low voice: "The Second Master entered the court at the fifth hour, left the palace at Chen time, and arrived at the sedan chair at this place at least two minutes later. How could it take one hour now?"

"The Imperial Hospital Hospital envoy, Lord Qin, asked me to do something! He could avoid some trouble for his nephew."

Xu Jing immediately realized, frowned and asked again: "But the Confucian scholar involved with Zhou Chen? Does the Second Master want to care about this nostalgic business?"

Chen Zetang shook his head. Zhou Hai's illness was strange. It was related to Feng Shunyu's escape. Zhou Chen was vengeful and would never give up. But what...... It has nothing to do with him.

He took off the big cloak and handed it to Xu Jing, and his words became increasingly indifferent: "I used to owe the personal favor to the Qin Yuan envoy, but I have paid it back now, so don't mention it again."

While he was talking, he had already visited the man sitting there. The man was not someone else, but King Hao Zhu Yi.

Zhu Yi dismissed his tribute and joked casually: "You may put the mystery of your whispering, and tell me what you are doing?"

Chen Zetang smiled but did not answer, and sat down opposite him. Several young and handsome shop assistants had already carefully removed the wine and food on the table, changed to a new mat, and filled the wine glass with white dew, before leaving.

Chen Zetang ate two sips of wine, but saw that the singing music was not wearing any dresses and never wearing makeup, and the playing violin was the same. He was a little surprised.

After hearing a few sentences, I know that singing is an excerpt from Nan Ke’s story, and I praise you that it is no worse than the actors in the opera troupe.

Zhu Yi sipped slowly and slowly: "It's boring to eat wine alone, so he thought about listening to a song to relieve his boredom. The store owner was hard to find a opera troupe. However, Master Xu had a good vision and guided four or five people at will to the passers-by outside the window. Seeing that everyone was not good-looking, he was still hidden in his mouth."

Xu Jing bowed and replied: "The prince is a mischievous. Because his ancestors once kept a family team in the mansion, they often peeked at them to practice operas. It turns out that the actors have been singing, reciting and fighting for a long time. The tone of the tone of talking on weekdays, the smile, the expression of every frown, smile, and the waves of their hands as they walk. The posture and footwork are all the tricks of the stage. The deeper they are in the play, the easier it is to argue."

Zhu Yi put down the wine cup and looked at him with a smile: "Why be humble! I know you are a character, Chen Er has many staff members and many talents. You have not seen a bright future by your side. Why not follow me to the vassal palace? There is something you can do to show off your skills."

"But is there anyone who prys the corner of the wall in front of me?" Chen Zetang was a little helpless. The words of Hao Wang were half true and half false, but Xu Jing was the most joking person.

As expected, Xu Jing suddenly felt anxious and swollen, and shouted: "Xu has been following Ding Er Master in this life. Even if the emperor is summoned, I am not afraid..."

"The more I talk, the less I can do it. I want to say some private words to the prince, you go first."

Chen Zetang interrupted him sternly. Xu Jing knew that he was speechless and hurriedly turned around and retreated with his opera and the violin-speaking and the guards.

After the whole group left cleanly, Chen Zetang thought about it and explained: "Xu Jing was famous for his talent since he was a child, and he had a deep attainment in poetry, calligraphy and painting. However, he was not good at the imperial examination and failed the provincial examination many times. Then he was in charge of the documents. He was arrogant and had a eccentric personality. I couldn't force it if he didn't want it."

"There are many people in the world who are good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, so you can't help but praise him too much."

Zhu Yishen disagreed. Chen Zetang held the chopsticks and smiled faintly. Xu Jing was best at poetry, calligraphy and painting, but he was more familiar with military tactics. Some were strange strategies, so this was naturally indescribable.

He picked up a few steamed dumplings with goose oil and sugar and ate them. He went up to the front for five o'clock in the morning and only ate some raw porridge. It was already afternoon and he was really hungry.

I slowly scooped the fresh bamboo shoots, fish and tofu soup to relieve the greasiness and ate half full.

The Lu'an Maojian tea simmered in the rain water at hand was already restless and the tip of the tongue was stopped. He stopped chopsticks and began to taste the tea elegantly.

Looking up, Zhu Yi looked down at somewhere outside the window. As he looked, the little red sedan chair carried by one or two people was parked in front of the rouge stall.

The woman inside lifted the curtain and was picking up the oil and balm on the guy's hand. She was a somewhat beautiful prostitute.

Chen Zetang shook his head and chuckled: "I haven't congratulated the prince's new concubine. I heard that he came from Goryeo, with outstanding faces, kindness and talent."

Zhu Yi withdrew her gaze and said indifferently: "She is the eldest daughter of King Huiwen of Goryeo. She originally wanted to enter the palace to be the emperor's concubine. It was only because there was a Goryeo girl who was the queen in the previous dynasty but the country was a lesson for disaster. The Empress Dowager was the leader and gave me the prince as a concubine."

Seeing that Chen Zetang said a few words, he seemed unwilling to talk too much, and he knew the slightestness, so he changed the topic and said something else.

After a while, Zhu Yi asked softly: "I met the emperor yesterday and realized that his health was not as good as before. I heard that he was also coughing up blood, and now the prince has begun to follow the court to follow the government, but is it true?"

Seeing Chen Er nodding, he continued to ask: "When Prince Zhu Yu was young, I had already arrived in the northern border to station the vassal states. I didn't know his nature. If he was a virtuous person who could govern the world, he would be optimistic about his success."

Chen Zetang knew his thoughts and said in a deep voice: "According to the emperor's will, he had a discussion with the prince. Moreover, Mr. Zhan Shi He Yunzhang of the Zhan Shi Mansion has some friendship with me. Looking at it, the prince is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, humble and diligent, and said it is worthy of being accustomed to the fact that he is suspicious and observant. Although he has entered politics, he is good at the art of governing the emperor, but it is contrary to the emperor's way of governing the world with virtue."

"I heard that Zhu Yu repeatedly mentioned the withdrawal of the vassal state to the emperor, have you heard of the news?"

Zhu Yi frowned, and the prostitute looked up at him, then put down the curtain, swaying in a sedan chair, turning a corner and never seeing each other again.

"The emperor is very wise and he is most afraid of brothers fighting against each other. Although the vassal kings each have many troops, they set up to fight against foreign barbarians. They have not lost their borders for many years. There is no need to worry too much now, but if the prince succeeds to the throne..."

Chen Zetang was also looking at the prostitute, looking at the red sedan chair, and smiled and said very slowly: "The way forward is uncertain."

Zhu Yi's heart was as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and his big hands holding the bowls were loose and tight.

After a while, he looked serious and drank the wine in the bowl, he spoke, "No matter what, there must be someone available around you. Next month, the Hanlin Academy exam, I will take two people with me when I entered Beijing. I have already passed the provincial examination. One of them was Feng Shuanglin, who was captured by you when you entered Yunnan eight years ago when you quell the rebellion, and later raised it in my palace. The other is the younger brother of Concubine Gao Li, named Cui Zhongxian, both of whom are twenty years old, smart and smart, with great talent, and becoming an official will make a bright future."
Chapter completed!