The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 407 Chance Encounter
Yin Song met the emperor in the palace again. It was the third day of February.

Yesterday, the emperor had just finished the Dragon Raising its Head and Plowing Ceremony and was very tired.

He still liked to play in the fields, but it was tiring to follow a group of old officials and carry out such a complicated plowing ceremony.

Even though the young man was full of energy, he didn't look very energetic at this moment.

Yin Song smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you have exhausted your energy and should calm down."

Emperor: "There are many things going on in the early spring. I would like to be quiet, but where can I be quiet?"

"Your Majesty, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. If your mind is not at peace, it will take you three days to complete one day's work. You will suffer, your ministers will suffer, and the people around you will suffer. It is better to give yourself a day off and give everyone else a break."

When the emperor heard this, his eyes rolled and his desire to leave the palace began to waver again.

He nodded in agreement, "What Yin Qing said makes sense."

Yin Song stopped there, bowed and left, returning to the observatory to meditate and practice.

The palace gate can be seen from the observatory.

He didn't know how long he sat there before he saw the emperor in casual clothes leaving the palace with a group of people.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until everyone left the palace safely. He said to Yin Qingjun, "Go back to your junior uncle and ask her to find someone."

Yin Qingjun: "But I don't know where the emperor will go. Where can I find him, Junior Master?"

Yin Song said: "If she doesn't even have this ability, I will pack her up and send her back to Sanqing Mountain."

Yin Qingjun obeyed the order and left to go home.

Pan Yun is not at home. She is telling fortunes for people on the street.

After a few days of operation, Pan Yun had become well-known in the area. She walked through the streets carrying a banner. Some people did not mind her young age and were willing to pay a penny to have her look at their fortune.

Wang Cong and Yin Qingjun came over and saw that she had just received a penny from someone.

Pan Jun raised his eyebrows when he saw the two of them, "Why did you two come here together?"

Wang Cong pulled her aside and looked at Yin Qingjun.

Yin Qingjun whispered, "Uncle Junior Master, the emperor has left the palace."

Pan Jun's eyes lit up, "Where is the person?"

Yin Qingjun shook his head and whispered, "Although His Majesty was traveling incognito, there were many people following him. My master and I didn't dare to look at him too much, let alone stare at him, so we don't know where he went."

Pan Yun touched his chin and said, "No hurry. There are only so many places he can go. The Spring Examination is approaching. He can either go to see the students from all over the place, or just join in the fun."

"What a coincidence. The Zhuangyuan Building is the most lively area in the capital, and it is also the place where the most students gather." Pan Yun said, "We, no, I will go and meet him now."

Wang Cong: "Little Master, do you want us to come along? Oh, Second Master can't, but Miao Zhen and I can follow."

Pan Yun looked Wang Cong up and down, and after a moment, he shook his head and said, "You can't do it, but Miao Zhen and the other two can."

"Why can't I?"

"Can you treat the emperor as an ordinary person?"

Wang Cong was silent.

Pan Yun waved his hand and said, "Wait until you can treat the emperor as an ordinary person before you talk about it."

Pan Yun carried the banner and left: "I'm leaving first. You don't need to save me dinner tonight. Let Miaozhenmiao and the others concentrate on their homework. I can do it myself!"

Pan Xiaohei quickly caught up with her, then kicked off with his feet and flew up, standing on her shoulder with a snap.

Pan Jun held the banner in one hand and patted its head with the other hand, "Be gentle, do you know how to do Qinggong? I've taught you so many times, but you can't even do this."

Pan Xiaohei meowed, raised his cat head and looked ahead proudly.

Zhuangyuan Building is on Zhuque Street. The shops on both sides of the street are at least two stories high and have several backyards at the back.

The streets are clean and spacious, with many stalls set up under the walls between doors.

Pan Yun learned that these stalls were rented or used by the shops themselves.

Firstly, as long as these vendors do not block the gate, it will not affect their business and will also bring them a certain amount of traffic.

So they all like to rent the empty space against the wall outside the store to vendors.

Some shops would set up their own stalls outside, such as cloth shops would display cloth, bookstores would display popular novels and calligraphy and paintings, and restaurants and hotels would clear the area to use as parking and horse parking.

Some big restaurants even have to rent extra space for guests to park their cars and horses, but this space is simply not enough.

Pan Yun took a shortcut at this moment and went directly through the parking lot of Zhuangyuan Building.

Before he could get through, he saw Xue Shao being pushed in from another opening.

Pan Jun, who was carrying a banner and had Pan Xiaohei squatting on his shoulder, stopped and looked at Xue Shao who was pushed in.

The moment the two looked at each other, they immediately decided that they did not know each other. So Xue Shao turned around and said to the person who was pressing behind him: "Let this Taoist priest go out first, and we will discuss our matter later."

Pan Yun also held the banner tightly and said, "What do you want to do? I don't know you and I don't mean to cause any trouble."

The people surrounding Xue Shao were seven young men, who looked to be around twenty years old, but one could tell from their temperament that they were street urchins.

The leader looked at Pan Yun, too lazy to argue, and waved his hand to let her go.

Pan Jun was carrying the banner and was about to go over with Pan Xiaohei, but was stopped by a person standing next to that person.

The other party looked Pan Yun up and down, his eyes fixed on the purse on her waist, "You can go through, but leave some money for passage!"

After hearing this, the other young men immediately blocked the path they had just made way for. They all looked at Pan Yun with trembling legs, "Yes, you can go, but leave your money behind."

When Pan Jun heard this, he became depressed.

She stuck the banner into the ground with a snap and said expressionlessly, "I don't have any money, get out of the way!"

"Just give it up if you say so? Hand over your purse."

Xue Shao kindly advised: "Please let her go. This is for your own good. Besides, look at what is written on her banner. Fortune telling only costs one penny. I don't think she has much money."

"Why are you talking so much bullshit? I haven't even started talking to you yet, you should take out all your money. Also, you are not allowed to set up a stall on this street to write articles for others. We will smash you up every time we see you next time!"

"Hurry up and pay!"

Seeing that Pan Yun and Xue Shao didn't move, one of the hooligans couldn't help it anymore. He pointed at the two of them with a wooden stick and shouted angrily: "I'm talking to you, hurry up and pay."

Pan Jun looked up at him expressionlessly, "Don't point this thing at me!"

After saying that, she grabbed the wooden stick pointed at her face with one hand and pulled it hard, then pulled the person over and kicked him away.

The others were shocked when they saw this, and without thinking much, they raised the wooden sticks in their hands and rushed towards Pan Yun.

After a while, there were more than a dozen bangs, and the hooligans all fell to the ground. The man who first stopped Pan Yun to ask for money was kicked out by Pan Yun. He flew the farthest and the highest, and hit the ground with a bang, with half of his body falling on the road.

The emperor, who had just arrived on horseback, was so frightened that he reined in his horse. The horse neighed and stamped its legs, almost trampling the person on the ground.

When the gangster saw the horses kicking, his instinct for survival instantly filled his adrenaline. While the others were still lying on the ground wailing, he, who was the most seriously injured, was able to roll flexibly under the horses' legs to avoid them, and finally rolled out from under the hooves of several horses.

He used his hands and feet to crawl into the arena...

A pair of shoes stopped in front of him. His body stiffened, his movements froze, and he slowly looked up.

Pan Yun lowered his eyes, glanced at him condescendingly, and asked coldly: "Do you want to pay for the passage?"

He shook his head repeatedly and said tremblingly: "No, I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore."

Pan Jun snorted coldly, "Get lost!"

The gangster tried to get up with his hands, but found that he couldn't, so he used his hands and feet to crawl away from Pan Yun's feet again. When he passed by Xue Shao, Xue Shao stepped aside very obediently, allowing him to see their boss who was also lying on the ground behind him.

The emperor calmed his horse and then looked at the scene.

A waiter from Zhuangyuanlou came running over from not far away, first saluted the emperor and his party, then shouted to Pan Yun and the others: "What are you doing? This is where we park our cars and horses at Zhuangyuanlou. Go, go, go, go quickly, go quickly."

After saying this, he bowed to the man who was still riding the horse and said, "My dear guest, are you going to have dinner at Zhuangyuanlou? Please move forward a little, and I will bring the horse over."

The emperor's eyes were still sliding back and forth between Xue Shao and Pan Yun. Hearing this, he said nonchalantly, "If we don't eat, can't we just leave the horse here?"

"Of course you can," the waiter said with a smile, "It is my fault for disturbing you, my dear guests. Just leave the horses to me, and I will definitely keep a close eye on them."

The emperor dismounted and handed the horse to him.

The King of Qing behind him also jumped off his horse, ran to his side and whispered: "Your Majesty...Brother, that scholar is the one who wrote the article for me, his name is Xue Shao."

The emperor immediately looked at Xue Shao, and after quickly sizing him up, he looked away and looked at Pan Yun curiously, "What's going on?"

Pan Jun looked at his face and remained silent.

Xue Shao also looked at the emperor quietly, his eyes sliding from his face to Prince Qing's face, and when he returned to the emperor's face again, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Pan Yun actually did it and actually met the emperor outside the palace.

Pan Jun herself was surprised. How could it be such a coincidence that she met someone so easily?

She raised her head slightly and looked towards the sky. Was God on her side, thinking that she should overturn the verdict for her father and brother at this time?
Xue Shao's explanation came to my ears, "They smashed my stall and tried to steal my money. It just so happened that this...young Taoist priest passed by and was also asked for a toll, so everyone started fighting."

The person lying on the ground had been screaming in pain. He felt better now and was finally able to get up. He simply groaned loudly and retorted, "You are lying. It's obvious that you wanted to rob us of our money. When we refused, you beat us up."

They are gangsters, but not all of them are fools. The two men on horseback are obviously rich or noble. There are more than ten people following them, all of them carrying swords and looking very arrogant.

Xue Shao: "There were many onlookers when you smashed my stall, and there were also many witnesses when I was pushed into the parking lot. This little Taoist priest was just passing by. We can find out when she passed by and what she was doing by asking along the way. How could she have the time to come here and rob you?"

"It's you. Why are you here? And there are exactly seven sticks on the ground. You are guilty of carrying weapons on the street."

(End of this chapter)