After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 12 Wenxintang

Qin Baozhu's craftsmanship is really good, especially the braised beef, which is rich in sauce and delicious.

Ye Qinghuai was a little surprised.

She always thought that the taste of the royal dining room in the palace should be the best in the world, but she never expected that the dishes in ordinary people's homes could be so delicious.

If I must say it, the dishes in the palace are like those of exquisite beauties, with hairpins all over their hair, and every smile and every frown seems to have been carved into it, neat and tidy, but a little less lively.

But the dishes on the table in front of me are like Qin Baozhu. Although they are plainly dressed, they are lively and full of vitality.

The only pity is that Ye Qinghuai only ate one piece, and only half of the pot of braised beef was left.

Ye Qinghuai had to admire Qin Yang's speed in eating meat.

"Eat less, beef is not easy to digest!" When Qin Yang reached out to the edge of the beef with his chopsticks, Qin Baozhu hit him quickly with his chopsticks, his words full of disgust.

Qin Yang was two heads taller than Qin Baozhu. Even when he was sitting, he was much taller than her. However, after being hit by her, he immediately retracted his hand in grievance like a child who had done something wrong.

Ye Qinghuai looked at them and couldn't help laughing: "You two look like siblings."

Qin Yang looked up at Ye Qinghuai, his eyes suddenly straightened, and he blurted out: "Brother He, you look so pretty when you smile."

His quick words attracted everyone at the table to look at Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai was so old that this was the first time he heard such a comment. He couldn't help but be startled, and even the smile on his face froze.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the table was a little awkward.

Qin Baozhu was the first to react. She picked up a piece of beef and threw it heavily into Qin Yang's bowl, saying, "What are you talking about? I can't even stop your mouth from eating meat!"

Qin Yang stopped silently, carefully observing Qin Baozhu's face while picking up the beef and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Young master, don't worry, my brother is used to speaking freely, he didn't mean to offend." Qin Baozhu smiled at Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai also said: "No problem. Brother Qin has a straightforward personality, which my younger brother is very envious of."

The atmosphere calmed down again.

"Mr. He, I heard from Qin Yang that when you come to Beijing this time, you are here to have a drink at the Literary School?" asked an old man at the same table. He has silver hair and speaks slowly but clearly. It seems that

I have passed my sixtieth year.

"Yes. Dare you say yes to this gentleman?" Ye Qinghuai stopped using his chopsticks and made a cursory salute with his hands.

"Young master, I don't dare to take the title of sir. I am the shopkeeper of this Wenxin Hall, and my surname is Hu. They all call me Uncle Hu. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Hu."

Ye Qinghuai nodded and said, "Uncle Hu."

Uncle Hu smiled happily and said, "Young Master is a disciple who offers wine?"

"That's not true. My father studied at a liberal arts school for several years. He often talked about sacrificial wine with his students, and he always expressed his admiration for her. Therefore, he told me to pay a visit to the liberal arts school this time when I go to Beijing."

Uncle Hu nodded and said: "Your Majesty must also be a man of integrity. Has it been some years since he left Shengjing?"

Ye Qinghuai thought for a while and said, "It's been ten years."

"No wonder." Uncle Hu sighed and said, "The liberal arts school is no longer the liberal arts school it was ten years ago, and Shengjing is not the same Shengjing it was back then. The sacrificial wine, alas, the sacrificial wine is no longer the sacrificial wine of the liberal arts school.

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What he said was completely wasted and helpless, and his disappointment was palpable.

"Uncle Hu, how do you say this?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

Uncle Hu shook his head and sighed again, as if he couldn't bear to speak directly.

"Corruption is rampant in the government, and cliques are common in the court. In Shengjing today, the powerful can commit murders in the streets, but the common people are dead on the streets. There are more than 100,000 officials in Beijing, but no one cares about them. Those who occasionally dare to speak out are reduced to wine sacrifices.

A prisoner of the rank and file. Shengjing ten years ago must not have been like this." A man sitting next to Uncle Hu said suddenly.

Only then did Ye Qinghuai notice him. He was handsome and elegant. He looked like he was only in his twenties, but his features and eyes showed a sense of loneliness, and his words were merciless.

"Yu Xiu!" Uncle Hu raised his voice and shouted to stop him.

But the man laughed dryly and said: "Uncle Hu, even if the Ministry of Punishment arrests me tomorrow and goes to court, I will still say the same thing. I have been reading books about sages since I was five years old, just for the hope that one day

If you can serve the country, you can admonish the king and care for the people. Now you can't admonish the king and care for the people." He shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "I am a useless scholar, so what should I fear?"

"Nonsense! How could your father rest in peace if he knew you were so depressed?" Uncle Hu seemed to be really angry and even spoke a little faster.

The man's eyes darkened, and Ye Qinghuai noticed that he had a pair of beautiful eyes. When he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered half of his eyes. He only heard him say: "Uncle Hu, you also know that I

Why did dad die? With his temperament, if he were still alive, he would only be stronger than me."

After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, stood up, glanced at Ye Qinghuai, gave her a hasty salute, and left the hall.

"Oh, this kid." After he left, Uncle Hu sighed again, then raised his head and smiled at Ye Qinghuai, "Don't worry, Mr. He. He is Jijiu's direct disciple and has been with Jijiu since he was a child.

He was the most uncomfortable when something happened during the wine ceremony."

"Jiujiu, what happened?" Ye Qinghuai's expression became serious, and she suddenly felt that the matter might be more terrifying than she imagined.

"The sacrificial wine was taken away by the Ministry of Punishment." Qin Yang, who had been eating meat, interrupted, "The three departments held a trial a few days ago, and I heard that he was going to be exiled. But the edict has not been issued yet."

"Do you know what the wine sacrifice is about?"

"He said that he promoted reactionary ideas during class." Qin Yang chewed meat in his mouth and spoke a little muffled. After swallowing, he added, "There are no reactionary ideas. In fact, he just said a few truths. To say

This is reactionary, and the wine sacrifice is not the first day of reaction. Nothing happened before, but this time he was suddenly put in jail. There must be other reasons."

After Qin Yang finished speaking, he felt the anger coming from around him. He turned his head and looked at Qin Baozhu and said, "Don't look at me like that. What I said is all the truth."

Qin Baozhu glared at him angrily but said nothing.

They were silent for a while, and then Ye Qinghuai asked: "Then do you know the real reason why Jijiu was arrested?"

Uncle Hu shook his head and said: "It happened very suddenly. No one knows the real reason."

"Where is the sacrificial wine now?"

Ye Qinghuai thought of the Gyeonggi Guard's request for a bribe from her during the day. From what the Gyeonggi Guard said, the sacrificial wine should still be alive.

"I know, he's in the prison of the Criminal Department." After Qin Yang finished speaking, he saw Ye Qinghuai's serious eyes and said, "But you can't see him."

Ye Qinghuai withdrew his gaze and nodded.

Qin Yang is right, it is impossible for the Ministry of Punishment to easily let people see the wine offering.

"Thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late, so I have to say goodbye." Ye Qinghuai saluted everyone one by one. It was getting dark outside, so she had to go back to the palace.

"Where are you going?" Qin Yang asked.

Ye Qinghuai was stunned by his question, and then he remembered his mother's visit to his stepmother's house, and replied: "He still has relatives in Beijing, and he is going to join his relatives when he comes to Beijing this time."

Unexpectedly, Qin Yang asked: "Where do your relatives live?"

"Pingningfang." Ye Qinghuai said. That is indeed where the He Mansion is, and now her uncle is in charge.

"Then you can't go, so you can stay here for one night today," Qin Yang said.

"Why?" Ye Qinghuai was puzzled.

"I don't know what happened yesterday. There was a curfew in Shengjing City, and the control in Shangcheng District was especially strict. Pingningfang is in Shangcheng District, and I'm afraid the young master won't be able to get through." The person who answered was Qin Baozhu. Seeing Ye Qinghuai's doubtful expression, she added,

"If you don't believe me, sir, you can go to the door and take a look. At this hour, there should be only patrolling guards on the road."

(End of chapter)