Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 417 You are my person in life and my ghost in death
At the same time, Zhuang Mohan walked up to Chu Pingsheng with two books in his arms: "Lord Chu, the peace talks are over. I will leave Qing Kingdom in the next two days and return to the north. If you have the opportunity to go to Qi Capital in the future, please be sure to come to my house for a chat."

"sure."

To outsiders, this may sound like a polite remark, but to Chu Pingsheng, it is not.

Zhuang Mohan bowed, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Fan Xian who was looking at Lin Wan'er.

"Where are you going, Mr. Zhuang?" Chu Pingsheng stopped the man.

"I have a few words to say to Fan Xian."

"If it is the four lines after climbing the heights, then when my teacher was traveling in Northern Qi, he met a failed scholar who was sighing at the river, so he was inspired to compose the four lines after climbing the heights, and a teacher in a passing carriage heard it. Could it be that the teacher was Mr. Zhuang's teacher?"

"!!!!!!"

Zhuang Mohan was not a fool. He knew what he meant by this. After thinking for a moment, he sighed heavily and left with the envoy from Qi State without apologizing to Fan Xian.

In order to save his brother, he conspired with the eldest princess to frame Fan Xian for plagiarism, which was indeed wrong.

But Fan Xian did plagiarize, and according to Chu Pingsheng, Fan Xian plagiarized for fame and fortune. Since plagiarists have no guilt and refuse to admit their mistakes, why should he apologize to a bad person?
Although it is wrong to compare the worst, but if this is what Chu Pingsheng meant...

He could endure the guilt so that the students of Qi could read the two volumes of poetry in his arms.

At this time, Yun Zhilan, holding a long sword, walked up to Chu Pingsheng with two disciples.

"I will tell Master about Shadow."

"Just to my liking."

The two looked at each other for a moment, Yun Zhilan lowered his head to glance at his hands that were swifter than swords, and walked away with his sleeves fluttering in the wind and his hair slightly raised.

Then Li Yunrui passed by with the lady-in-waiting Wanqiu. She stretched out her fair and slender hand and touched his shoulder:

"If Your Majesty doesn't want to repair Princess Ningyang's house, I will do it for you."

"Thank you, Princess."

"What are you thanking me for? Isn't it normal for a mother-in-law to love her son-in-law?"

Li Yunrui shook her sleeves lightly and walked away with her long skirt dragging behind her.

"Let's go too, Minister Xin." Chu Pingsheng looked back at Xin Qiwu who had just gotten up from the ground.

"Master Chu, please stop teasing me, okay? My little darling...sooner or later I will be scared to death by you."

The two walked together.

At this time, there were only five eunuchs left in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Three of them were wiping the blood on the floor, and two were pinching Guo Baokun's Ren Zhong point in an attempt to wake him up and ask him to leave the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

There was also Gong Dian, who was worried, so he took two guards and watched Chu Pingsheng and Xin Qiwu from a distance.

"Huh? You haven't left yet?"

When they reached the entrance of the main hall, a person walked out from behind the screen leading to the side hall. She was wearing a red skirt, red pants and red boots. It was Ye Ling'er.

"Master Xin, see how sensible my wife is. She knows to wait for her husband to go home together after the celebration."

"you!"

"What about me? Am I wrong?" Chu Pingsheng said jokingly, "Fan Ruoruo's brother doesn't know about the bet he made with me. I don't know if Ye Chong knows about the bet you made with me. If he knew that the little lover from his previous life whom he had raised for more than ten years became my concubine, do you think he would be so angry that he would smack himself to death with a coffin-splitting move?"

"Chu Pingsheng!"

Ye Ling'er couldn't bear it any longer and clapped her hands.

Chu Pingsheng approached sideways, and with a pull he took away her strength. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. The little hot pepper was like a swallow flying into the forest, and he held her in his arms.

Her right hand was restrained, and she fought back with her left palm, but she felt a flash before her eyes, and Chu Pingsheng's hand somehow climbed up her arm and pressed down on her shoulder. With a crisp sound, her left arm was dislocated and immediately fell limp.

She wanted to kick again, but the person behind her just kicked faster, and her legs stopped in mid-air, with only one foot on the ground, standing on one leg, barely keeping from falling.

"Look at the man gritting his teeth across from me. What should you call Gong Dian? Uncle-master? Or uncle-master? Do you know why he doesn't dare to come over? First, he knows that I will kill him if he dares to make a move. Second, as a husband, it is only natural for me to teach my disobedient concubine a lesson."

Ye Ling'er was hugged by him around the waist, with her face close to his, and she felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.

"Uncle won't let you go."

"Chu Pingsheng, let her go!"

With a weak voice, Lin Wan'er walked out from behind the screen, holding her chest.

"Master Chu, I will wait for you at the palace gate."

Xin Qiwu pointed to the vermilion palace gate at the end of the long steps, then trotted away holding up the hem of his court robe.

Chu Pingsheng pressed a point on Ye Ling'er's Jimen acupoint, and she regained her mobility and walked back to her best friend holding her dislocated left arm.

"Ahem...why would you do such a thing?"

Lin Wan'er coughed twice and looked at him expressionlessly.

She tried her best to conceal her hatred for Bai Feng for killing Lin Gong and made her tone calmer.

"What is it? Revealing Fan Xian's true identity? Killing Liu Xiangnan? Or... cutting off her arm?"

"You know what I'm asking. I've already promised you that I won't cry or make a fuss, and I'll just wait for the wedding date peacefully. I won't even care about you hanging around in red-light districts. Why are you still messing with Ling'er and Ruoruo?"

"You are sick... Yes, you are indeed sick." Chu Pingsheng looked displeased with her: "Did I not explain it clearly in the palace just now, or is there something wrong with your understanding? They took the initiative to come to me to make a bet, but I didn't force them to be my concubine." Lin Wan'er seemed to have gotten used to his attitude: "Why do you have to..."

"Why shouldn't I want my spoils?"

Ye Ling'er was furious: "What did you say? We... are your spoils of war?"

"Nonsense, a casino is like a battlefield, what are the winnings from gambling if not spoils of war?"

"You! You bastard!" Ye Ling'er said with tears in her eyes: "Even if I die, I will never let you have your way."

"casual."

Chu Pingsheng said coldly: "Believe it or not, even if you die, I will let Emperor Qing burn your body into ashes and bring it back to the grassland for me. Humph, even if you become a ghost, you must have the surname Chu."

Ye Ling'er burst into tears, holding her dislocated arm, and quickly ran out of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests into the dark night.

"You are such a shameless person."

This was the most unpleasant curse Lin Wan'er could think of.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

She covered her mouth with her hand, coughed twice, and quickly put her hand back into her sleeve.

"Tsk, don't you have any new words?"

Chu Pingsheng glanced at her, turned around, and walked towards the long steps: "She and Fan Ruoruo were the first to objectify themselves as a bet. When you ask others to be kind and gentlemanly, you should first look at your own virtues."

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Lin Wan'er coughed twice again, moved her hand away, and looked at the blood on her palm. She didn't know if she could hold on until the day she got married and killed the enemy who killed her brother.

As the saying goes, you can guard against thieves day and night, but you can never guard against thieves in your own home. This is the best means of revenge she could think of.

……

Three days later, the lights came on.

A stream flows, and candles are lit in thousands of homes.

The flower boat slowly approached the shore. Chu Pingsheng went ashore with a scent of osmanthus flowers, got on the carriage of the Protocol Courtyard, and drove towards the former Lin Mansion, now the Chu Mansion.

Si Lili looked at him hatefully.

"If the princess's maid didn't send a maid over, did you plan to stay on that ship forever?"

"What? Miss me?"

"you!"

"What do you think Zhan Doudou would feel if she knew that I was with you all the time, staying with you all day and night? When you return to Northern Qi, will she still trust you?"

Si Lili shuddered: "You...did you do this on purpose?"

"Do you think that letting you pretend to be me was a test for you?"

"..."

"The Emperor of Northern Qi, who grew up with you as a childhood sweetheart, and the Grandmaster of Western Hu, who took your body. I'm curious, who will you choose?"

"Can't you just...let him go?"

"How? Do you mean on the battlefield or in bed?"

Si Lili's pupils suddenly shrank, and she clenched her fists with her hands flat in front of her body, and her whole body was tense like a string.

What does this mean? Could it be that he knows the biggest secret of Northern Qi?

Just when she was panicking and didn't know how to face him, Chu Pingsheng lifted the curtain of the carriage. At this time, the two of them had just arrived at Fuzheng Street. The most popular store on Fuzheng Street was Danbo Bookstore, at least that was the case three days ago.

At this time in the past, the bookstore would not only be packed with people, but there would also be passers-by who would go in to ask whether the new volume of Dream of the Red Chamber was out, or whether Master Fan had any new works to interview. However, today the door was closed, and in the middle, there was a notice in black words on a piece of white paper announcing the suspension of sales of Dream of the Red Chamber. Some people passing by shook their heads slightly, unable to hide the regret on their faces.

"I told you last time that I advised you to come to Fuzheng Street to buy new rolls, but now you can't buy them even if you want to."

Si Lili looked outside. Now, even without Chu Pingsheng's explanation, she knew what the word "pirated" meant.

The carriage continued to move forward and after passing Fuzheng Street it came to Zhongzheng Road. The more than three-story Gaosheng Building, with its flying eaves and majestic brackets, was the most conspicuous building besides the Imperial Palace and the Bell and Drum Tower.

It was still the same seat by the window, and it was still the swordsman from General Guide’s mansion and the young man from a noble family dressed in brocade clothes.

"Mr. Xiao, you've drunk too much. You can't drink anymore."

"Leave me alone and let me drink."

"This... isn't it just that Danbo Bookstore will no longer sell Red Mansions in the future? Why is it so serious?"

"You don't understand... You don't understand. This is not a question of whether or not to sell Red Mansions! I... have always believed that our Nanqing... has produced a great talent who is no less talented than Zhuang Mohan. He is so dazzling, like the most dazzling star in the sky, but... but why... is it copied? Everyone says... Ascending the Highlands is copied, Red Mansions is also copied, they are all fake, they are all fake, I don't believe it... How could Master Xiao Fan... be fake?"

A staggering figure stood by the window, raised the wine jug in his hand above his head, and poured the wine all over his face.

"It's all because of that Chu Pingsheng. He... he is... the villain... the shameless thief... Xiao Fan... Sir Xiao Fan was wrongly accused... Your Majesty, why don't you kill him? Why don't you... kill him... What's a Grandmaster... What's Bai Feng? We in Qing... also have..."

(End of this chapter)