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Chapter 13 Gu Tingye asks for help

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately turned their attention to Zhao Han.

Over the years, Zhao Han has become somewhat famous among the students in Yangzhou.

Now that he is the son-in-law of the magistrate, he naturally has to give him some face.

"When Zhao Dalang writes poetry, we are naturally all ears."

"Bai Ye, you are lucky today. Zhao Dalang is here to help you out!"

Gu Tingye looked at Zhao Han with a serious look, bowed, and then stepped aside.

Even though Sheng Hong already knew that Zhao Han was a talented poet, he couldn't help but lean forward at this moment, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

It is well known in Yangzhou that Mr. Zheng loves poetry.

He had been drinking and chatting with a few officials, pretending to be nice to them, but now he came over with a wine cup and stood beside Sheng Hong.

"My Lord has also come to join in the fun." As the saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush someone more powerful than him. Sheng Hong greeted him with a smile.

Lord Zheng stroked his beard and smiled, but his eyes were only on Zhao Han.

Zhao Han rolled up his wide sleeves, paused for a moment, and then wrote the opening two lines: "A graceful beauty should only be on the Jade Terrace, why would she plant it everywhere south of the Yangtze River? A noble scholar lies in the snow-covered mountains, a beautiful woman appears under the moonlit trees."

Everyone muttered to themselves, then took a deep breath.

Zheng Daren's eyes sparkled, and he praised, "Excellent, excellent!"

Although the first couplet is a bit plain, the second couplet is worthy of being called a masterpiece.

The previous sentence uses the snow-covered mountains to highlight the loneliness and arrogance of the noble man lying alone, and is an allusion to the steadfastness of the plum blossoms blooming in the cold.

The next sentence uses the allusion of the beauty under the forest, comparing the shadow of the plum blossom under the moon to a beautiful woman who comes gracefully. It not only describes the pure nature of the plum blossom, but also depicts its grace!
Sheng Hong was also amazed and couldn't help but cheer for his good son-in-law.

Zhao Han turned a deaf ear to the admiration from those around him and continued writing: The cold relies on the sparse shadows of the rustling bamboo, the spring hides the lingering fragrance of the moss.

Since He Lang left, I have no good poems to write about. How many times has the east wind blown in sorrow?

Then, Zhao Han wrote: In the winter of the first year of Jiayou, I was in Xiaoxiang Villa in Yangzhou. I saw a garden full of red plum blossoms, blooming in the cold, like cinnabar dots on snow, gorgeous but not gaudy, with sparse shadows slanting horizontally and a faint fragrance floating in the air. I was suddenly inspired to write this poem.

The moment he put down his pen, Lord Zheng pushed aside the scholars who were blocking his way and walked straight to Zhao Han.

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"It's truly remarkable that you can create such a masterpiece at such a young age!"

In response to Mr. Zheng's praise, Zhao Han chuckled twice, and a barely noticeable hint of guilt flashed across his eyes.

This poem is of course wonderful. It was written by Gao Qi, a poet from the Ming Dynasty. When he first read it, he was deeply impressed by it and could not forget it for a long time.

Zhao Han bowed humbly and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, sir."

"I can guarantee that this poem of yours will spread throughout Yangzhou tomorrow, and my Xiaoxiang Villa will also benefit from it!"

Zheng Daren's face was filled with uncontrollable joy. He raised his hand, patted Sheng Hong on the shoulder and said, "Your son-in-law is incredible. In time, he will become a great man!"

"Your Excellency is right. I think so too."

Sheng Hong bowed slightly with a humble smile on his face, but he felt extremely happy in his heart.

Gu Tingye learned from their conversation that Zhao Han was the son-in-law of the Tongpan, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

Apart from the prefect, the highest-ranking officials in Yangzhou City are the military inspector and the magistrate. As long as Bai Tingyu can get help from two of them, he will definitely not dare to act rashly.

Many candidates came to Zhao Han to introduce themselves and wanted to make friends with him. Some even directly proposed to host a banquet for him.

As the banquet drew to a close and the crowd dispersed, Zhao Han finally had a moment of peace. He rubbed his throbbing temples and was about to get up and leave when a clear voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"My name is Bai Ye. Thank you Brother Zhao for helping me out just now."

Zhao Han turned his head and smiled calmly, "No need to thank me, I've gained a lot from helping you out."

"But you pretended to be a scholar and attended the banquet, but you didn't even prepare more thoroughly."

Hearing this, Gu Tingye was shocked and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He couldn't understand how Zhao Han could see it.

"Your hands are obviously not those of a scholar."

Gu Tingye subconsciously looked down at his palms, only to see that his palms were covered with calluses, his knuckles were thick, and there were several unhealed scars on the back of his hands.

"I……"

Gu Tingye was speechless for a moment, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

I have been learning martial arts from my father since I was young, and I have never stopped for a single day, whether in the scorching summer or the cold winter. My hands are indeed completely different from those of the weak scholars who write all day long.

He used the pseudonym Bai Ye and traveled on a merchant ship for more than half a month before arriving in Yangzhou.

Unexpectedly, before he could find a place to stay, he was hunted down by people sent by the Bai family.

His personal servant died at the hands of a gangster while trying to save him, and he had no choice but to jump into the river to change his and the servant's clothes, causing the people of the Bai family to mistakenly believe that he was dead.

Seeing that the old man of the Bai family was going to be buried the next day, he thought quickly and spent ten taels of silver to buy this invitation from a poor and down-and-out scholar.

Seeing that Zhao Han had no intention of exposing him, Gu Tingye weighed the pros and cons in his mind, then bowed and said, "Brother Zhao, please introduce me to the prefect and the magistrate. I am Gu Tingye, the second son of the Ningyuan Marquisate in Bianjing. I have come to Yangzhou on important business."

Zhao Han squinted at him, and Gu Tingye continued, "My maternal grandfather was the head of the Bai family in Wuyi Lane, Yangzhou. He died of a serious illness not long ago, leaving behind a huge fortune. My maternal grandfather had no sons, only a daughter, my mother."

"Before my grandfather died, he left a will asking me to come to Yangzhou to inherit the family business."

"But the Bai family has evil intentions and wants to take over the family business built by my grandfather."

"You're still spreading rumors in the city that my grandfather adopted a nephew to inherit the family business. I'm asking Brother Zhao to help me. I will definitely remember this favor!"

Gu Tingye spoke sincerely, and at this moment he already regarded Zhao Han as his life-saving straw.

"I've heard about the Bai family's affairs a long time ago. We are destined to meet. Since you've asked me for help, I'll help you."

Zhao Han said quietly that he helped Gu Tingye out of some selfish motives.

Gu Tingye is a man of extraordinary skills, righteousness and hatred of evil. It would be very beneficial for me to make friends with him.

What's more, he will be the heir to the title and family business of Ningyuan Marquis Mansion in the future.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao! When I take back the Bai family's assets, I will personally host a banquet for you!"

Tingye's eyes were filled with gratitude, and he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

After the candidates in the other courtyard dispersed, Zhao Han personally brought him to Lord Zheng and Sheng Hong.

After the reason was explained, the two looked at each other, weighing the pros and cons in their minds.

Sheng Hong was naturally happy to help Gu Tingye. After all, he was about to enter the capital, and it would be a great thing to make the Ningyuan Marquisate owe him a favor.

Seeing that Lord Zheng seemed to have some concerns, Gu Tingye bowed and said, "When I take back the property, I will issue an order to all shops to prevent them from bullying and dominating the market. In addition, I am willing to donate 10,000 taels of silver to repair the river."

"Gu Erlang is very understanding and righteous. Tomorrow I will accompany you to the Bai family!" Lord Zheng stroked his beard and smiled, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Gu Tingye changed a little.

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(End of this chapter)