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Cat demon, rabbit demon?

Ren Pingsheng looked confused, not understanding what he was talking about.

When Chen Zhiming saw this, he asked in surprise: "The prince has never raised a banshee?"

If Xiao Heizi is a female, it can be considered as raising one.

This thought came to Ren Pingsheng's mind and he replied: "It's rare to see monsters in the north."

Chen Zhiming's face showed a look of surprise, then he raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "Then the prince can go to Baihua Tower when you have time. The banshee inside has a different flavor."

When we were suppressing bandits, I heard the officer from Zhenmo Division mention Baihualou, which was a prestigious brothel in the inner city. It was privately run and was a real gold-selling cave.

Ren Pingsheng asked: "Who is the banshee?"

Chen Zhiming introduced with a smile: "It's the banshee clan... The prince may not know that when the demon clan transforms, it can retain certain characteristics of the beast's body, such as the beast's ears and beast's tail, which is quite interesting to play with.

In addition, different banshees have different experiences. For example, the cat demon's aloof temperament is engraved in his bones. After buying it, you will enjoy the process of slowly taming it.

Another example is the rabbit demon, who is timid by nature. If you touch its rabbit ears, it will make you tremble with fear, which is very strange. "

Ren Pingsheng fell into silence after hearing this.

He is not a holy mother, but when he hears that weak people are being raised and played with, he doesn't feel the slightest bit at ease in his heart.

aside.

Chen Zhiming observed the words, said no more, and changed the subject: "By the way, Prince, have you ever heard that the Holy One plans to select the top ten Xia Miao and reward them?"

When something like this happens to Xia Miao, how do you choose?

Ren Pingsheng was a little confused, and when he was about to ask, he heard him explain: "It is still sorted according to the number of monsters killed. At that time, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy recorded in front of the Xuanji Mirror, and the number he recorded shall prevail.

Unsurprisingly, the eldest son should be the first one, the second one should be Young Master Bai Ping, the third one might be Young Master Xiao, or it might be the weirdo carrying the coffin. "

Speaking of this, Chen Zhiming was quite emotional.

Before Xia Miao, who would have thought that the first place would be Prince Zhenbei.

Those who place bets in gambling houses are afraid that they will lose everything.

All I can say is...things are unpredictable.

After sighing for a while, he looked up and suddenly found the Zuihua Pavilion in front of him. He reminded him: "Your Majesty, it's just ahead."

Ren Pingsheng gently pulled the reins, controlled the horse to stop, and looked up.

I saw an exquisite loft, next to a gurgling river, with vibrant bamboos and strange-shaped stones dotted between the two.

It can be said to be unique.

aside.

Chen Zhiming introduced: "Zuihua Pavilion is among the many restaurants in the capital. The pomp and furnishings are quite satisfactory. Its reputation mainly depends on its delicious food and opera, singing and dancing... The prince will know it when he enters."

While talking.

The two got off their horses and walked towards the attic.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw an old lady coming up to me, with a troubled look on her face painted with makeup: "Young Master, you are here. I have to make up my mind about something."

Chen Zhiming said calmly: "What's the matter?"

"Two guests came this morning. They said they came here because of their reputation and wanted to try my Eight Monster Banquet. The slave family told them that Zuihua Pavilion was reserved by distinguished guests and no outsiders were allowed. The two of them were talking nonsense. After a great deal of truth, the slave family can't defeat them, so..."

The old lady's shopkeeper lowered his head when he said this.

Chen Zhiming glanced at her sideways: "Did you let them in?"

The shopkeeper was confused: "Those two guests don't look like they are easy to mess with, my slave..."

"You mean, I look easy to bully?" Chen Zhiming's tone became colder.

The shopkeeper had a panic look on his face and said hurriedly: "Slave, I have absolutely no intention of doing this..."

Chen Zhiming interrupted her and scolded her sternly: "Do you know that the guests I have invited today are all distinguished guests. If something goes wrong, I can't afford to take care of you!"

"The slave family knows that they are wrong. The slave family will drive them away now."

The shopkeeper was completely panicked and turned to leave.

at this time.

A gentle voice came from behind.

"They're just two individual travelers. Just ask them to finish their meal quickly and leave quickly. No need to bother."

Chen Zhiming and Ren Pingsheng turned around and saw a plainly dressed young man standing there. He looked to be in his thirties, holding a folding fan in his hand and having a graceful demeanor. He was the Three Wise Kings they had just discussed - —King of Jin.

"Obviously it was Zuihua Pavilion who broke the contract first, but when this bitch said this, it made me look like a chicken. It's really disgusting!"

Chen Zhiming suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and bowed expressionlessly: "Meet His Highness King Jin."

Ren Pingsheng raised his hand and said, "His Royal Highness, King Jin."

"No need to be polite."

A gentle smile appeared on King Jin's face. He looked at Chen Zhiming and praised: "I heard about the fact that you asked my father to go to southern Xinjiang to kill monsters. This is good. The court lacks courage and strategy like you. A loyal and brave man who is willing to fight for the imperial court!"

Chen Zhiming cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

The tone was harsh and the attitude was cold.

King Jin didn't care about this, turned to look at Ren Pingsheng, and said with a smile: "Xia Miaoshi has been brave in killing monsters all his life. I have witnessed the whole process. The tiger father has no dog son. It's really good. With Zhenbei King Hepingsheng here, we can protect him." Our northern territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty will be safe for a hundred years.”

"Your Highness is so complimentary, and I am so ashamed that I cannot live up to it."

Even if he didn't like Prince Jin, Ren Pingsheng still responded politely.

Afterwards they exchanged a few words and walked into Zuihua Pavilion.

Inside the Zuihua Pavilion.

The lobby is large, with more than 20 tables and chairs neatly arranged.

At this moment, dozens of invited martial arts disciples had arrived, in groups of twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

I don't know who called out: "Your Majesty."

Everyone looked at Ren Pingsheng and gestured enthusiastically.

"The prince is here!"

"Your Majesty, please be prepared today. You will not come home until you are drunk."

Wherever he looked, most of them were martial arts disciples who had fought side by side on the hunting ground, but they were not very familiar.

Ren Pingsheng responded with a smile on his face.

aside.

King Jin's eyes darkened when he saw that he was being ignored, but he didn't say anything.

After half a stick of incense.

Only then did people realize that the person next to the Crown Prince was King Jin, and they all saluted.

"Meet King Jin."

Compared to greeting Ren Pingsheng just now, it was much colder.

King Jin was as usual, smiling and nodding slightly.

After a while.

The three of them walked to the front.

King Jin stood next to the main seat, looked at them, and invited with a smile: "Shengsheng, Zhiming, you will sit with me."

Chen Zhiming said: "Your Highness, this table has a total of six seats. There are also six princes attending the banquet today. It would be better for me and the Crown Prince to sit at the guest seats."

After hearing this, King Jin thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "That's it."

Chen Zhiming cupped his hands and led Ren Pingsheng to sit at another table.

As soon as he sat down, he sneered disdainfully and said coldly: "Ah, you hypocrite, you really show him off."

He was still brooding over what happened just now.

Ren Pingsheng picked up the tea cup and took a sip without answering.

Chen Zhiming cursed the King of Jin in his heart, turned to look at Ren Pingsheng, and said: "The wine and food in Zuihua Pavilion are quite good, especially their Eight Monster Banquet. After eating, my lips and teeth are fragrant and I have a long aftertaste. The prince and others Will try more.”

Ren Pingsheng smiled and said: "I need to eat more. Only when I'm full can I have the confidence to fight with you."

Chen Zhiming burst out laughing after hearing this: "No matter how much the prince eats today, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape this disaster!"

While talking and laughing, more and more invited noble disciples came in.

The atmosphere in the lobby is getting more and more lively.

Chen Zhiming looked around and saw that everyone who was supposed to come had almost arrived, so he called the shopkeeper and gave a few instructions in a low voice.

After a while, actors came on stage to sing, and their singing style was similar to that of Shaoxing opera.

"...My younger brother's surname is Zhu and his given name is Yingtai. He is from the Zhu family village in Shangyu."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was stunned.

This is... Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?

aside.

Chen Zhiming introduced: "This is a new piece from Zuihua Pavilion, called "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai". It is adapted from a story that was popular in the capital some time ago. It tells the story of a master named Zhu Yingtai. Miss, she disguised herself as a man, went to the academy to study, and became a brother with a scholar named Liang Shanbo..."

Before he finished speaking, Ren Pingsheng continued: "After that, the two died of illness and turned into butterflies, both flying."

Chen Zhiming was slightly surprised: "How does the prince know?"

Nonsense, this is what I wrote.

Who would have thought that it would be turned into an opera in just two or three months.

Will there be "The West Chamber", "A Chinese Ghost Story" and "Painted Skin" next?

Ren Pingsheng was thinking wildly for a while and said casually: "I heard a little bit about it before."

Chen Zhiming said: "Your Majesty, don't you think that although this is interesting, it is unreasonable. After all, no matter how well a woman dresses, how can she not be discovered to be a girl?"

The words just fell.

Someone next to him took over the conversation: "Brother Chen, what you said is wrong. In my opinion, it is human nature and normal for Zhu Yingtai not to be found to be a girl."

Chen Zhiming looked at the man with curiosity in his eyes: "How do you say this?"

The man raised his eyebrows and blinked: "Brother Chen, you might as well put yourself in Liang Shanbo's shoes and think about it. If you were Liang Shanbo, sleeping in the same bed with Zhu Yingtai day and night, what would you do if you found out that the other person was a girl? "

Chen Zhiming thought for a few seconds and replied: "Tell the gentleman from the academy?"

"..."

Hearing this answer, the man was speechless, and after a while he said: "Of course I pretended not to know, hid it for her, slept in the same bed, occasionally cuddled, and rubbed my ears and temples together, didn't it mean something different?

If you are in love with each other, find an opportunity to confess your love to her and propose marriage to her.

If you just want to have fun, you can also use this as a blackmail..."

When he said this, he raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"this……"

Chen Zhiming never thought that this could be possible. He was confused for a while before he cupped his hands at the man and said, "Teach me, teach me!"

The sight of the two of them working together made Ren Pingsheng speechless for a while.

The man was shameless and raised his eyebrows at him: "Your Majesty, do you think what I just said makes sense?"

Ren Pingsheng: "..."

Chen Zhiming said: "Are you the same as you, the Crown Prince, and your mind is full of these dirty deeds? If there is a beauty disguised as a man next to the Crown Prince, even if he finds it, he will treat her with courtesy and will never do anything inappropriate. thing."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but recall the first time he and Xiao Rongxue competed, and they were just a little bit away from having a battle of lips and teeth.

It’s hard to say whether I was subconsciously thinking of taking advantage of others.

This is the thought.

His face felt a little hot, but he pretended not to hear anything and said nothing.

…………

Zuihua Pavilion, second floor.

Xu Ruxian, the censor of Zuodu, took a bite of the crab meat and lion head and praised: "It is indeed delicious and well-deserved."

aside.

The great scholar Cheng offered wine and asked: "You have been an official in the capital for twenty years and have never been to Zuihua Pavilion?"

Xu Ruxian said: "I came here once eighteen years ago. At that time, I was just the censor of Jingzhao Mansion. A magistrate hosted a banquet for me in Zuihua Pavilion."

Cheng Jijiu said, "Needless to say, the magistrate must have bribed you before the food and wine were served, and you walked away before you could even eat the food."

"Those who know me should retreat."

Xu Ruxian put down his chopsticks and recalled: "The scene at that time is vivid in my mind. A county magistrate can easily take out three thousand taels of silver, which is almost equivalent to the lifetime salary of a patrol censor.

It is conceivable that during his years as an official, he plundered a lot of people's wealth and anointing. "

Speaking of this, I don't know what I thought of, and my face turned cold: "At that time, I determined to eradicate the treacherous villains and corrupt officials in the court. If it doesn't work in one year, it will take ten years. If it doesn't work in ten years, it will take twenty years. In the blink of an eye, it will take ten years. Eighteen years later, I did not expect that the officialdom would become even more chaotic, even worse than before!

The most chilling thing is that Your Majesty is actually conniving at these people more and more. In my opinion, our great Zhou Dynasty is in decline, and Your Majesty is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Jijiu: "Your Majesty also has difficulties. Rectifying the officialdom cannot be completed overnight. This process will definitely cause a lot of turmoil. It just so happens that the past ten years have been the most difficult for me in the Great Zhou Dynasty. After more than ten years of turmoil, His Majesty has concerns in his heart and it is human nature to act conservatively.

Furthermore, although these people plundered the people's treasures and anointing, they did get money for the imperial court. Without the money to refine the elixir, Wu Sheng's injury might not have been able to last until now. "

Xu Ruxian didn't understand what he said.

It was precisely because of this that he suppressed the anger in his heart and did not burst out.

"That's all, don't talk about this, just drink."

Xu Ruxian felt depressed, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Cheng Ji drank the wine in one gulp as well.

at this time.

The sound of actors singing came up from the first floor.

"A woman disguises herself as a man and studies in an academy?"

When Cheng Jijiu heard the lyrics, he was slightly startled and guessed: "Could it be Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai singing downstairs?"

Xu Ruxian looked confused: "What are Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Cheng Jijiu said, "This is a storybook that students at the Imperial College often circulate, and I have heard a little about it."

Having said this, he paused and continued: "Since I returned to Beijing, more and more storybooks have been circulated among students. If it is just for entertainment, it is fine, but some students have already gone astray and are addicted to it, unable to To extricate yourself, hey... is really harmful."

A look of surprise appeared in Xu Ruxian's eyes: "Students from the Imperial College are also addicted to scripts?"

There is no student who can enter the Imperial College who is not extremely determined to learn.

It is no exaggeration to say that all of them are deaf to what is going on outside the window and only read the books of sages.

It is really unimaginable that they would abandon the books of sages and read the story books, and still be addicted to them, unable to extricate themselves.

Cheng Jijiu sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face: "This has never happened before. This happened only after Mo Yunzhai printed a large number of scripts."

Xu Ruxian asked curiously: "What's the story? Come and listen to it."

Cheng Jijiu said: "The Romance of the West Chamber, The Legend of White Snake, Painted Skin, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai... there are more than ten scripts in total. The writing styles are almost the same, and they are all unsigned. They should be written by the same person. , but I don’t know who it is.”

Speaking of this, he felt a little depressed.

Since he took over the Holy Cathedral.

The Imperial Academy has a strong academic style, is diligent and diligent, and has become a common practice.

Unexpectedly, in just one or two months, it was completely ruined by several story books.

Hearing this, Xu Ruxian hesitated for a moment and said: "I have also read "The Legend of White Snake". It is indeed interesting. There are rumors that Ren Pingsheng wrote it in his spare time, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

Ren Pingsheng...

Cheng Jijiu was stunned for a moment: "Which Ren Pingsheng?"

Xu Ruxian glanced at him and asked, "Is there a second Ren Pingsheng in the capital?"

so.

Is he really the prince of Zhenbei?

Cheng Jijiu was confused: "He is a martial artist, but he can also write a storybook?"

It's not that he looked down on Ren Pingsheng.

I just feel that as a martial artist and the prince of Zhenbei, there is no need to write a storybook.

Xu Ruxian said: "It's difficult to travel on the road, so what's the difficulty in writing a book of leisurely stories?"

Hearing that it was difficult to travel, Cheng Jijiu remembered that Ren had once created masterpieces that could be passed down through the ages, and fell silent for a moment.

at this time.

Noisy sounds came up from downstairs.

"Your Majesty, please drink a large cup!"

This was followed by Ren Pingsheng's bold voice.

"good!"

Xu Ruxian and Cheng Jijiu looked at each other with a dazed look in their eyes.

"It turns out that the owner of Zuihua Pavilion was talking about reserving the venue, Prince Zhenbei and the others..."

this moment.

Cheng Jijiu suddenly felt the urge to go downstairs and ask Ren Pingsheng if those words were his works.

It's nothing, just curious.

After hesitating for a moment, he restrained his impulse and looked at Xu Ruxian: "Stop talking about this and drink."

…………

the other side.

In the lobby.

The disciples of Wu Xun lined up to have a drink with Ren Pingsheng.

He never hesitates in his life, never refuses anyone who comes, and fights alone against the crowd.

Between cups and cups, the atmosphere reached its peak.

not far away.

King Jin sat there with a gloomy expression.

He thought these sons of military honors would come to him to toast, and he could take this opportunity to win people's hearts.

But he didn't expect that they would ignore him one by one and all rushed to Ren Pingsheng.

It's really hateful!

On the side.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng was very lively, the seventh prince couldn't help but recall the scenes in the hunting ground, and an impulse arose in his heart to toast him.

As soon as he stood up, he heard the King of Jin on the side said lightly: "What are you going to do?"

The seventh prince said: "Go to Ren Pingsheng to drink."

The King of Jin said coldly: "Since ancient times, only ministers have toasted princes. When has the prince toasted the ministers?"

"..."

Hearing this, the seventh prince hesitated for a moment, sat back, and looked eagerly at the other side that was in full swing. He wanted to participate, but he was worried about his third brother, so he could only sit there blankly.

Time passed.

I don't know how long it took.

After three rounds of drinking.

Everyone was already slightly drunk.

Suddenly someone said, "That day in the palace, the prince wrote a poem for His Highness Yunhe. It was very elegant and I still remember it clearly.

Now, we are about to go south to fight. Can the prince also write a poem for us to say farewell?"