Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 193 What a Powerful Young Master
Chen Ce went to find Xu Jing holding an umbrella. This was the last time the two of them were reunited during the Mid-Autumn Festival. After this Mid-Autumn Festival, Xu Jing would go to Xiangshan to take up his post.

Chen Ce told Xu Jing some things. He told Xu Jing not to rush into making any political achievements when he went to Xiangshan, but to first build good relationships with personnel and colleagues.

In fact, Chen Ce is not worried about this, as Xu Jing's ability in this area is unquestionable.

The second point that Chen Ce wanted Xu Jing to pay special attention to was that he concluded that the officials in Xiangshan might have some kind of interest connection with the Japanese invaders, and might even be in collusion with some big businessmen in the southeast.

If he discovered these things, he should not write a letter on his own initiative, but turn a blind eye and pretend he knew nothing.

Xu Jing asked Chen Ce in return, what would he do if these big businessmen and officials found him and asked him to get involved?
Chen Ce had already thought of it for Xu Jing. He reminded Xu Jing that if these people asked him to go along with them, he should get involved, but not too deeply. He should collect all the evidence so that he could use it to bring down the other party when necessary.

"Father Heng, I'm not by your side, so I can't personally instruct you on many things, but don't worry, I will place people in the southeast, and they will contact you when you go to Xiangshan. If you are really unsure about something, let them know."

Xu Jing was filled with gratitude and said, "Thank you, sir."

Chen Ce didn't say too many sentimental words. Just as he was about to leave, Xu Jing suddenly asked Chen Ce, "Sir, I heard that you went to see a Taoist priest from the Zhengyi sect to treat your illness a few days ago."

"Is there any result?"

Chen Ce took a deep look at Xu Jing, then nodded and said, "Six years."

Looking at Chen Ce's departing back, Xu Jing stood in the courtyard in a daze for a long time.

Six years...is it only six years?
Xu Jing felt a little upset. Would this farewell and the next time they meet again be a farewell forever?
Chengqingfang Street was still bustling with people, and Madam Wu was still busy at the post station until very late. She was newly hired, and had to learn many things seriously, so she worked until very late every day.

These days she has become more and more familiar with the business of the post station and her work ability has become stronger and stronger.

In order to be worthy of this high salary, Mrs. Wu has been working very hard. After all, this job is much better than doing some odd jobs such as embroidery and needlework.

She advanced part of her salary and bought some braised dishes and wine tonight to reward herself for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When she met Chen Ce, Mrs. Wu took the initiative to greet him and said, "I recently went to work at Shuntian Express."

Chen Ce said, "It's pretty good. The salary is good?"

Madam Wu nodded: "It's a lot of money, and the work is very busy. Anyway, it's much better than before."

"I'm going back."

Just as Chen Ce was about to leave, Madam Wu suddenly said, "Thank you."

After saying that, she left with the braised dishes and drinks.

It seems that she already knows that express delivery is my business.

Chen Ce walked aimlessly on Chengqingfang Street for a while and then decided to return to his courtyard.

When passing by a restaurant, the lantern on the third floor happened to fall from the sky and landed steadily in Chen Ce's hands.

There was also a couplet written on the lantern, with only the first stanza: The moon is quiet in the pond, casting shadows of tung leaves.

Just when Chen Ce was at a loss, a maid with a bun-like hair came hurriedly and apologized to Chen Ce: "Sir, I didn't hurt you, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't hold it firmly, and the lantern fell down."

Chen Ce smiled and said, "You didn't hurt me, no need to apologize. Here's your lantern."

The bun-haired maid asked Chen Ce, "Can you come up with a couplet?"

Chen Ce said: "Sure, the wind blows through the courtyard and the sweet-scented osmanthus smells sweet."

amount.

The maid with the bun-shaped hair didn't expect that this young master could actually answer the question she asked casually. Is this true?
The wind swayed the curtains in the courtyard, and the sweet-scented osmanthus smelled fragrant. Well, she memorized the second stanza in her mind, and then said, "Sir, you are really amazing. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Chen Ce left with an umbrella.

As for why we have to make couplets, it's just because we are bored. Besides, these are not difficult couplets and we can answer them without much thought.

Seeing the chubby-haired maid desperately trying to find a cure, he just said it casually.

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On the third floor of Qingya Building, a group of wives from official families were pretending to be cultured and reciting poems and composing couplets.

"Sister Ning, you didn't deliberately let Xiao Man throw the lantern down, did you?"

"If you can't make a couplet, just admit it openly. No one will laugh at you."

Ning Zhijun's father Ning Cheng had just been promoted to Langzhong of the Ministry of Rites. Originally, the vacancy of Left Langzhong of the Ministry of Rites should have been filled by Right Langzhong Su Zhiru, but it was snatched away by Ning Zhijun's father Ning Cheng.

As the daughter of Su Zhiru, Su Hanmei was naturally unhappy, and she took advantage of today's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet to embarrass Ning Zhijun.

"But Sister Ning is a talented woman in the capital. I don't think she would use such a trick. Xiao Man must have been careless just now."

"Xiao Man is here. Sister Ning, you can now sing the next verse."

Ning Zhijun sighed slightly. Of course she couldn't match it with the lyrics. Su Hanmei's first verse was obviously carefully prepared, and it was not easy to match it with the lyrics in a short time.

Everyone knew that Su Hanmei was making things difficult for Ning Zhijun, and no one intervened in their dispute.

Xiao Man came over with a pouty mouth and said, "Our young lady just met him, but I accidentally dropped the lantern."

"The wind sways the courtyard curtains and the sweet-scented osmanthus smells fragrant."

When the chubby-haired maid Xiaoman finished speaking the second stanza, the whole private room fell silent for a moment, and everyone turned their eyes to Ning Zhijun.

In the first couplet, the moon in the pond is still, which is actually still; the shadows of the falling tung leaves are moving, which is movement. In the second couplet, the wind blows the curtains, which is actually movement; the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, which is a shift from vision to smell. This couplet is well-written, with movement in stillness, beautiful artistic conception, and quiet but not sad.

The fact that Ning Zhijun was able to come up with such an excellent couplet in such a short time shows how talented he is.

Someone immediately applauded and said, "This couplet by the talented lady Ning is really wonderful!"

"The artistic conception is beautiful, quiet but not sad, there is stillness in movement and movement in stillness, it is absolutely perfect!"

Ning Zhijun looked at Xiaoman in confusion, and Xiaoman winked at her young lady.

Su Hanmei was very conceited, but at this moment she had to admire Ning Zhijun's talent. "Sister Ning, I prepared this carefully a long time ago. It's not a big deal to be able to write the first stanza, but you were able to write the second stanza in such a short time."

"I'm not as good as you, I admire you."

Xiao Man listened to the whole private room praising her young lady. She stretched her head to look under the window, but saw that the good-looking young man had disappeared. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue, thinking that the handsome young man was amazing. He was so humble and his casual answer was a thousand times better than that of the young lady.

She thought the young lady was very talented, but it was obvious that the young man just now was much more talented than her!

What about people?

How come it disappeared so quickly?

(End of this chapter)