My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 151
[Chapter 151 Chapter 150 It’s too high, but I like it (second update)]
After leaving the palace, Jing Zhe originally planned not to let Sui Shouren send him off. Although Jingzhou City is big, the Zhang family is not far from the palace, so he Just in time to go back for a walk.
But Sui Shouren insisted on sending it away, and it was difficult to refuse the kindness.
Perhaps, he also felt the charm of his long and wide gold medal?
Standing outside Zhang’s house to see Sui Shouren off, Jing Zhe pushed the door open and went in. Hanhan, who was squatting in the yard, hurriedly ran out.
“Young village leader, you are back!”
In fact, Jing Zhe had not been away for a long time, less than two hours, but for Hanhan, the days were like years of suffering.
He came down from Mang Mountain with an order to protect Jing Zhe. He was unavoidably worried when he let Jing Zhe go out alone.
“Ang, if you don’t come back, can you still celebrate the New Year there?”
Jing Zhe, who was in a good mood, joked.
“I thought that Princess Mo Chen would really keep the young village master as her consort!”
Hanhan thought with lingering fear, if that was the case, how could he have the nerve to go back to Mang Mountain to meet Lu Li?
“Be a ball!”
Jing Zhe said, “I haven’t seen her at all, right? But now that you mention it, I miss her a little!”
Among the women I’ve known since time travel, Jing Zhe and Su Mochen The time we have spent together is the longest. Thinking about the little moments when we were together, I feel a little confused.
“Xian… Mr. Akun is back!”
Zhang Xuexian looked very excited when he saw Jing Zhe, but he was a lot more excited than usual and seemed to have some scruples.
Jing Zhe pretended to be angry, “Why, just after entering the palace, uncle doesn’t want to recognize me as a good nephew?”
Zhang Xuexian was not stupid, he was slightly startled, and said with a smile: “How could it be? I’m just afraid that we will follow you Marrying lowers your status!”
“What status do I have? Even if I get the first rank in the poetry society and become an official, am I still my uncle?”
“That’s what my wise nephew said! Yes!”
Zhang Xue looked at him first, full of gratitude.
Jing Zhe went to the warehouse for another walk and found that Zhang Xuexian’s confidants were quick-witted and clever in doing things. In half a day, they had made more than 20 jars of spirits.
Zhang Xuexian, who was following him, smiled and said: “My dear nephew, I have tasted this liquor, and it tastes mellow. I can guarantee that as long as it is put on the market, it will definitely be priceless!”
Zhang Xuexian even saw the future seller of liquor. Hot scenes, this was what he had dreamed of. With his strong wine, who would want to drink dirty wine?
“Yes, it has a price but no market.”
Jing Zhe nodded. This strong liquor was sold directly to the palace. Ordinary people couldn’t drink it if they wanted to. It didn’t mean that it had a price but no market.
“However, it seems that many people have seen you coming in and out here and have come to inquire about the liquor!”
“What did uncle say?”
“My nephew said that he would sell it after the poetry meeting. Naturally, I dare not admit it. We can only find excuses.”
Jing Zhe smiled, “No need to do so. If anyone asks uncle again, just tell them the truth that this liquor is indeed made by us!”
“That’s it!”
Zhang Xuexian said excitedly !
He rubbed his hands and said, “What about the price? How should we set it?”
Since it is sold to the royal family, it is definitely not short of money. It would be better to set the price higher to make it look high-end.
“A jar of ten taels of silver!”
“Hiss, ten taels!”
“Is it too high?”
“Yeah, it’s too high, but I like it!”
“…”
But Jing Zhe immediately told him, “Although the price has been set, But just tell them, is it okay to sell it?”
“Not selling it?”
Zhang Xuexian was a little confused. If he didn’t sell it, he might as well just not admit that they had the liquor. This kind of approach of not selling it after admitting it was not right. Looking for a fight?
So, Jing Zhe told the story about doing business with Emperor An, and Zhang Xuexian was completely stunned. He had been doing business for half his life, and he never dreamed that one day he would be able to do business with the royal family.
So I stopped asking and had only one thought in my mind:
The Zhang family is going to be prosperous!
…
And that afternoon, the news that the third prince of the Southern Qi Dynasty was going to participate in the literary examination and martial arts competition spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jingzhou City. The enthusiasm of the common people was unprecedentedly high, while the scholars’ fighting spirit was high.
Prince Xiang’s Mansion.
At this time, Grand Tutor Bai Qingyuan, Hanlin University Scholar Song Baiyun, his son Song Jimao, Prince Su Xinping of the Jin Dynasty, and Wu Xianyong, the Minister of War, all gathered here.
Sitting on the chair in the middle of the hall was a young man whose appearance was somewhat similar to Emperor An’s, but with more shrewd eyes and a well-proportioned figure. He was the second prince of An Kingdom, Prince Xiang Su Mowu.
He took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and then said slowly: “What do you think of the marriage of the third prince of Southern Qi?”
Bai Qingyuan had the highest official position here and was Su Mowu’s teacher, so he was the first to stand up.
“Your Highness, it would be best if we could get married!”
Then he analyzed: “Everyone knows that Princess Mo Chen has been smart since she was a child, and the prince is very humble. And the two are close, and Princess Mo Chen is the one who advises her on many things. If the princess marries Nan Qi, the prince will lose the biggest advantage. With help, it will be much easier for us in the future!”
Su Mowu nodded, but said deliberately: “Hey, she is my royal sister after all. I feel sad to see her marry far away!”
Bai Qingyuan is Su Mowu’s teacher. He has a very thorough understanding of his student’s character. How can he be the kind of person who values the love between his children?
He wants to be a good guy, so they can only be the bad guy!
“Your Highness is too soft-hearted! But for those who have achieved great things in ancient times, this kind of indecision is undesirable!”
“Okay.”
Su Mowu nodded, with an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth, “Then do you have any good ideas?”
he thought .
After thinking for a while, he looked at Song Jimao again, “If I remember correctly, the most talented and learned man in Jingzhou City is Young Master Song!”
“Your Highness, you are exaggerating!”
“Then as long as Young Master Song lets it slip on the spot, let the three of Nan Qi If the prince wins the first place, won’t that end it?”
Song Jimao was about to tell the truth, but Song Baiyun pulled him back and said, “As long as it can help His Highness, it doesn’t matter if Jimao deliberately loses…”
Emperor An had two sons, Prince Su Moyan and Prince Xiang Su Mowu. They seemed to have foresight. Su Moyan liked literature but not martial arts, while Su Mowu liked martial arts but not literature, which matched their names.
Therefore, Su Mowu was not interested in poetry, and the information about this aspect was very late. He did not know that Song Jimao was not as powerful as the third prince of Southern Qi.
And Song Baiyun did not remind him, but instead said, “For the sake of King Xiang’s plan, we are willing to let go.” If the time comes, it is not because his skills are inferior to others, but because he does it deliberately, not to lose face, but also to please King Xiang. Best of both worlds.
Su Mowu was very happy after hearing this and praised: “Scholar Song is still a righteous man! Don’t worry, I will not let Mr. Song lose in vain. When the matter is completed, I will not treat Mr. Song badly!”
Song Baiyun nodded repeatedly, All smiles.
——Thank
you to Wu Xin Qiu Shu, Celestial Jade Qilin, Geocentric Furnace, Yuan Yan, Lemon and Maomao for your continuous rewards!
(End of chapter)
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