The Ming Dynasty started with caution

In the Ningxia border tent, the guards were on the left and right.

A handsome Confucian general sat at the head of the table, wearing red gold iron armor, looking very majestic.

Yan Kesong received his son's letter and burst into tears. The housekeeper didn't know how the young master had angered the old master again, so he comforted him: "The young master is alone in the capital. Even a saint can make mistakes. Why is the old master so heartbroken?"

Yan Kesong seemed to have exhausted all his strength and said softly: "My son, you won another yuan!"

He is more promising than his father!

He was only in the last three in the imperial examination that year, and he barely made it to the list.

How many talented people failed in the eight-part essay. He was not by Yan Chengjin's side, and no one was there to guide him. Even if his son failed, he would understand. Now he not only did not fail, but also won the first place. How could he not be excited?

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Cheng Minzheng had returned to his hometown of Huizhou for three days. The imperial examination fraud case was reported back to Jiangnan. People spread rumors and the capital was in an uproar. Huizhou was not necessarily more peaceful than the capital.

The prestige and status of the Cheng family plummeted.

Since he became the Minister of Rites, the Cheng family's door was trampled, and officials tried every means to flatter him. There were countless literati and wise men who came here because of his reputation, but now there is not even a ghost.

Cheng Minzheng did not go out either. He took out the manuscript given by Yan Chengjin and began to lay paper and grind ink at home, concentrating on writing books.

Ten days passed in a flash. A man came from outside the capital on a fast horse with a bag on his back and went straight to the Yan Mansion.

The man got off the horse and knocked on the door.

The doorman of the Yan Mansion only recognized two things. One was the face. For example, if they looked through the crack of the door, Wang Yue and Li Dongyang could come in. The other was the secret code, otherwise they would not open the door.

Only after the secret code was exchanged, he was allowed to come in.

Yan Chengjin received a package from Cheng Minzheng, which was a letter and a stack of freshly-published manuscripts, all sealed.

The letter only congratulated him on winning the first prize and praised his talent, and told Yan Chengjin that he was doing well now and there was no need to worry about him.

In Yan Chengjin's opinion, Cheng Minzheng might not be doing well. No matter when and where, he could not escape the rule that good things don't go out, but bad things go a thousand miles.

Although the three judicial departments announced that it was the book boy who sold the title, in the eyes of some penny-pinching scholars, Cheng Minzheng was also an accomplice and could not escape the blame.

I'm afraid that there are many people who scold him in the Jiangnan area, otherwise Cheng Minzheng would not have died of depression after retiring.

Life has ups and downs.

This pile of manuscripts should be Cheng Minzheng's last hope.

Although the name of Liu Nuan Dao Ren has become stinky, it is not difficult to make Cheng Minzheng famous again.

These days, it's not easy to create an intellectual IP.

What if he was disgraced? Isn't gold still gold after peeling off a layer of skin?

Yan Chengjin called Wang Bushui over.

Wang Bushui was happy. Now that various schools of literature were rising, he secretly accepted a few romantic scholars as writers. The books they wrote were simply the scum of the literary world.

It was really incomparable with the quality of the books published by the Yan Mansion.

Fortunately, he kept a trick and did not print the words "Lao Wang Bookstore", otherwise, Lao Wang's reputation would have been ruined long ago.

Wang Bushui rubbed his hands: "Master Yan, finally there is another manuscript?"

"Ask the workers to print faster. Just talking about this person, even my father is ashamed of himself. Also, the person who signed this book is..." He leaned close to Wang Bushui's ear.

Wang Bushui was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of this pen name. He didn't know which adult's book this time.

However, he never dared to ask. He had been in the Yan Mansion for a long time, so he naturally knew the family rules of the Yan Mansion very well.

Young Master Yan does not inquire, ask too many questions, or pass on his knowledge.

After sending Wang Bushui away, Yan Chengjin came to the main hall of the front yard and said to the person who delivered the package: "Tell your master that I will not break my promise. I will only return his name as the Pen Fairy and let him wait for a few days."

After those book lovers in the capital are used to reading the books of Yingkesong and Liunuan Taoist, other books are like chewing wax, as if they have seen a fairy, and all other women are iron old women.

One day, I heard that Lao Wang Bookstore has published a new book.

Wang Bushui released the news that a great master-level writer, Qingshan Jun, came to Lao Wang Bookstore! Even more powerful than Yingkesong.

The capital was boiling!

You know, "Dream Tower", "Bao Gong's Anger to Judge the World", "Three Kingdoms Heroes Fighting for Hegemony", "Fox Studio" and other amazing masterpieces all came from Lao Wang Bookstore.

Guessing the identity of the author has long become one of the pleasures of being a reader in the capital.

"Mr. Qingshan!"

"Sure enough, the author of the book is different from the last time. The author of the book this time is called Mr. Qingshan?" The first person in line to buy the new book in Lao Wang's bookstore exclaimed.

People forgot the welcoming pine and the Taoist Liu Nuan, and began to chase Mr. Qingshan.

"The Immortal in the Pen" became a big hit in the capital city as expected. The enthusiasm of the readers was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, erupting!

The beginning of the Immortal in the Pen: It is said that a golden immortal who fell into the world, turned into a pen, and met a scholar who was about to go to Beijing to take the exam...

Another masterpiece that hits the soul directly.

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Yan Mansion,

Yan Chengjin asked Chunxiao to make a pot of wolfberry tea while flipping through the newly printed books.

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be another income after sleeping.

Cheng Minzheng never asked for money when writing books. If everyone regarded money as dirt, the world would become a beautiful world, right?

Under Wang Bushui's strong promotion, "The Immortal in the Pen" invaded the bookcases of major bookstores.

The temple fair street is full of fairies in the pen.

Seeing that the popularity was no less than that of Yingkesong and Liunuan Taoist, even Wang Bushui was puzzled. He didn't know where Master Yan met so many talented people.

He couldn't help asking: "Hey, Master Yan, who is this Qingshan Jun? I heard that Master Li Dongyang came to your house. Could it be him?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Wang Bushui was annoyed. He naturally didn't believe it. How could Yan Chengjin not know it?

After Cheng Minzheng's reputation for selling inscriptions spread, the new school rarely mentioned Liunuan Taoist. Now that the fairy in the pen has spread, some people propose to worship Qingshan Jun as the new fairy in the pen.

Not only scholars pay attention to the literary world, but also great writers in the court such as Li Dongyang and Xie Qian.

Suddenly another Qingshan Jun jumped out, confusing them all.

Xie Qian was a bit skeptical: "Brother Binzhi, do you think that this new school of Qingshan Jun is Brother Keqin?"

Li Dongyang shook his head: "Maybe, maybe not. It is rumored that after the case of the imperial examination, Brother Keqin's temperament changed drastically. Who knows if the book he wrote at this time is still written by him?"

Xie Qian nodded. Cheng Minzheng's knowledge was originally very high, and the gap with Li Dongyang was very small. If he deliberately hid it, others would not be able to see it.

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Today, Yan Chengjin had time to come and see the courtyard of Cheng Mansion.

The door plaque of Cheng Mansion had long been taken away by Cheng Minzheng, like an unknown house.

Yan Chengjin walked around the courtyard. This courtyard with three entrances and three exits was extremely luxurious, with dozens of side rooms, and the furnishings in the house were still complete.

But it can also be seen that some objects are missing.

For example, the study is empty, and all the books are gone. I think Cheng Minzheng's favorite things have been moved away by him.

The other furniture was still there, all mahogany furniture, which was worth a lot of money if sold. Cheng Minzheng kept it for him. In the words of the previous life, he could move in with his luggage.

This generous gift was more valuable than Yan Chengjin had imagined.

It was a pity that Cheng Mansion was located in the downtown area and was not suitable for living.

He Neng was secretly happy. Being a lackey in such a large courtyard was also something worth showing off: "Master, the downtown is right outside the door here, unlike our Yan Mansion, where we have to walk through a deep alley to get out. When will we move in?"

"Who said we would move in? Sell it!"

It was not suitable for living, and it was impossible to give it away, so he had to sell it.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was the twelfth year of Hongzhi, many gentry in the capital had money, so it should be sold for a good price.

The next day, Yan Chengjin asked Wang Bushui to put up a sign for sale. How much money could a large mansion in the downtown area of ​​the capital sell for? Wang Bushui knew it best, and put up a sky-high price of 20,000 taels.