bookcurios Chapter 164 Fellow Countryman
Chapter 164 Fellow Countryman
The news of Xuanyuan Hu Han's affairs soon reached the capital. The Crown Prince wrote a note in red ink, saying "Don't meddle in other people's business", and ordered someone to send him back to Lord Gao at full speed.
Lord Gao looked at the reply and analyzed it seriously for half the night. Finally, he concluded that the boy who was beaten with a stick today was the prince.
But for some reason, he ended up in Lincheng to build the city wall, and the palace and the court knew about it but didn't come to rescue him. It was obvious that they wanted him to suffer more.
Mr. Gao, whose analysis was 90% correct, tossed and turned for half the night and decided at dawn that he would pretend not to know about this matter.
The voice murmured into the ears of his wife next to him, and she laughed. This idiot, after thinking all night, he ended up back at the same place. What a waste of time.
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Emperor Jingming was injured, so the group stayed in Lincheng that night.
It was just a coincidence that there was a lantern festival on East Street in Lincheng tonight that echoed the Wancai Competition held at this time in previous years. Emperor Jingming was interested, and Ye Shengxin also came to take a look.
At first glance, I found the problem.
She stood in front of a small stall, pointing at a lantern with a plum blossom pattern, and asked tremblingly, "Old man, do you know who wrote the poem on this lantern?"
On the beautifully shaped red plum blossom lantern, there is an ancient poem that even a seven-year-old child can recite in the modern world.
There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know it is not snow from afar because of the subtle fragrance.
Seeing Ye Shengxin's interest, the old man selling lanterns quickly introduced: "This is the poem of Mr. Li Aotian, who has won the first place in the Wancai Competition for four consecutive years."
"I heard that this Mr. Li will represent Dongli Country in the Wancai Competition this year, but the competition time was delayed, so he didn't come this year."
"This young master, Master Li, is from Dongli. Logically, we in the Great Zhou should not respect him. However, he is very talented, and his poems are so fluent and intoxicating that people admire him. Therefore, his poems have been spread among the people and are used on blessing lanterns, which also allows ordinary people like us to have more money to make a living."
"This lantern costs one ounce of silver each. Would you like to buy one, young master? Maybe I can borrow Master Li's talent to participate in the Talent Competition and get a good ranking."
The old man strongly recommended it, and since he met a fellow villager, Ye Shengxin spent one or two taels of silver to buy a lantern.
After holding it in her hand, her eyes fell on the other lanterns, and sure enough, there were familiar poems one after another.
"The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different."
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
"Two orioles sing green willows, and a group of egrets ascend to the sky."
"In February, the grass is green and the warblers are flying. The willows on the bank are swaying and the spring smoke is intoxicating."
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Seeing the name of Li Aotian stamped behind these familiar poems, Ye Shengxin was very surprised. This fellow villager is quite good at having fun.
Ye Xingxin's expression was too difficult to describe, especially since she was paying too much attention to Mr. Li. The familiarity in her expression made Emperor Jingming's eyes move and he asked:
"Da Ya, do you know this Mr. Li?"
Ye Xingxin made a "uh" sound in his throat for a long time, and finally nodded: "We are the same kind of people, so we know each other, but it's the kind of acquaintance where we don't know each other."
What kind of understanding is this?
Zhang Liang frowned and Emperor Jingming was confused.
After leaving the lantern stall, Ye Xingxin turned around and asked Zhang Liang: "Sir, when did this Mr. Li's reputation as a great poet spread?"
Zhang Liang: "Five years ago, this young man participated in the Talent Competition as a poor man, and finally won the championship, shocking everyone."
"Now this young master is the consort of the Dongli Kingdom. Unfortunately, the princess he married died of illness a year ago. Now this consort Li lives alone in the princess's mansion. In the past, apart from going out to swim and drink, he also did some small business."
Ye Xingxin's eyes sparkled: "What kind of business is it?"
Zhang Liang: "Opera."
"Opera?" Ye Shengxin raised his eyebrows.
[Is this fellow so different in the other world? It would be fine if he didn't do catering or farming, but he actually took this unconventional path. ]
Fellow?
Zhang Liang and Emperor Jingming shuddered at the same time, and even the ministers in the court felt a sense of sudden realization.
No wonder. This man is young and his life is going smoothly, so why would he be so sad and worried about his country and family? If those poems were from Lord Ye's world, it would make sense.
but--
What is going on in their world? Why are there two visitors from other worlds?
I wonder if Prince Consort Li also has a system in his hands.
Thinking of this, all the ministers felt a little uneasy.
This is a divine object. If it falls into the Kingdom of Dongli, it will be difficult to deal with if the two countries go to war in the future.
Ye Xingxin was unaware of the ministers' worries. Now she was looking forward to the Wancai Competition coming soon so that she could meet this fellow villager.
Moreover, Ye Shengxin looked up at the fat moon in the sky, and homesickness unconsciously emerged in his eyes.
“It would be nice if I could have the chance to go back.”
Zhang Liang's ears were pointed, "Big Duck, what did you say?"
Ye Xingxin turned the lantern in his hand and said, "I want to go back to my hometown."
Zhang Liang thought of his own journey to another world and comforted her: "If you have the chance, you will definitely go back."
Ye Xingxin didn't say anything, but thought to himself: [It's not certain whether this opportunity will come or not.]
[But it doesn’t feel so lonely to meet someone from my hometown here. ]
Emperor Jingming looked at Ye Xingxin and said, "I don't know when the Talent Competition will start. If you want to meet that fellow countryman, we happen to have nothing to do, so we can accompany you to Dongli Country."
Speaking of traveling, or traveling across two countries, Ye Xingxin asked cautiously: "How many days does it take to travel from here to Dongli Country?"
Zhang Liang: "If we use horses, it will take a month. But if we are dignified..."
Hao Duanzhuang squatted in Emperor Jingming's sleeve and said anxiously: "I don't have enough strength to hold on. If I absorb strength while walking, it will take half a month."
"Of course there is a solution. The Ghost Festival is in half a month. The yin energy will be the strongest on that day. I should be able to take you to Dongli Country for a trip, but you will have to take the carriage back by yourselves."
This method is worse than nothing. Ye Xingxin was too lazy to waste his time and simply waved his hand: "Forget it, that Prince Consort Li will come sooner or later, I'm not in a hurry."
Emperor Jingming stopped thinking. This was the only way.
In the court, the Crown Prince and the ministers all saw that His Majesty was willing to help Lord Ye.
However, the court's troops have been away to quell the rebellion recently, so it is not appropriate for Dongli Kingdom to come at this time, and the Wancai Contest can only be put on hold temporarily.
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After Xuanyuan Huhan's affairs were dealt with, the group returned to the capital the next day.
It was just a coincidence that the four of them came out of the alley and ran into Ye Zhengyao, who was being pushed by a servant and was coming out of the brothel after having fun.
Not to mention, even being in a wheelchair doesn't stop him from going out and indulging himself. No wonder he has so many concubines at home.
Ye Shengxin watched the carriage of the Ye Mansion leave, and remembered Old Lady Ye who had invited them to the Ye Mansion to celebrate Mr. Ye’s birthday.
"I wonder how the old lady is doing?"