Borrow the day to change the day

() I don't feel that time is passing by so fast when I do things. At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shines into the yard. Although the sun in winter can't bring much warmth, it reflects the place where I bathed in red.

Zhong Jinwei saw that it was getting late, and if he wanted to stay here by himself, and chat with these two people, it is estimated that how much ink he had in his belly would be clearly seen.

So, he bid farewell to these two literary and art workers of Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, Feng Luan, Secretary of the Jiaofang, will send off Uncle Zhong Xing respectfully."

"Your Majesty, the Deputy Envoy of Jiangxi Tixue is sending Uncle Zhongxing off."

The two were full of gratitude and respect, and sent Zhong Jinwei off with formal etiquette.Zhong Jinwei also returned the salute, and was about to leave, but he thought of something again, so he asked Wu Bing, "Is it in charge of education? Is it in charge of students?"

Wu Bing replied respectfully: "Yes, Uncle Zhongxing."

"Oh, so, if you have a chance, you can pass on what you have learned in the school and show them what you have rehearsed." After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he turned and left regardless of whether Wu Bing understood or not.

It is not so easy to transmit the content of the drama to the school, and even if it is transmitted, it may not have much effect.The current students of the Ming Dynasty should not have the blood of the students in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China after they were first impacted by Western ideas. Now they should only focus on gaining fame for themselves and earning benefits for the family.

Wu Bing obviously didn't understand, and was stunned there, wondering what Uncle Zhongxing meant by saying this.

Wen Yuren walked two steps before realizing that Wu Bing hadn't followed, turned around and found that he was in a daze, so he turned back, tugged Wu Bing's sleeve, and signaled him to follow Zhong Jinwei.At least send it to the door, so as not to be rude.

When Zhong Jinwei walked to the door, he realized that this Jiaofang Secretary was really different from what he thought, and there was no lively scene of Yingying Yanyan in TV dramas.

Thinking of this, he remembered the righteous deeds of the woman among the prostitutes, and his heart was moved, so he stopped and turned around.

The Dongchang guards followed Zhong Jinwei. One of the guards did not expect Zhong Jinwei to stop and turn around.

Zhong Jinwei didn't mind being almost bumped by him, and said to Wu Bing who came over: "Whether the opera you create is good or something else, the people you use must have good acting skills. You should understand this. Here , I have a suggestion for you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Bing hurriedly said in a low profile, "I ask Uncle Zhongxing for advice."

"Remember that Yue'er girl who first donated more than a hundred taels of silver? You can go and interview her, oh, visit her, and ask her why she is willing to donate so much silver. Believe her words will help you, or Directly poaching her to be your heroine may have unexpected effects." After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he secretly said in his heart: For such a good girl, it is better to be a bright actress than to be in the world.

At this time, the handyman of the Jiaofang Division had already led the horse to the door, and Zhong Jinwei stopped talking.Go down the steps and get on the horse.Fan servants naturally followed Zhong Jinwei, mounted their horses one after another, and followed Zhong Jinwei in a half-moon shape.

Zhong Jinwei turned sideways, and said to Wu Bing and Wen Yuren: "After your work comes out, send someone to my house to inform me, and I'll take a look."

"Definitely, definitely, please let Uncle Zhongxing make it right." The two of them were naturally happy to let the master in their hearts judge again.

"Then I'll take my leave. We'll meet later." Zhong Jinwei cupped his fists and arched to Wu Bing and Wen Yuren.

Then Zhong Jinwei walked away slowly under the watchful eyes of Wu Bing and Wen Yuren.

Zhong Jinwei walked for a while, recalling that this is different from the Jiaofang Division in his impression, he couldn't help complaining: "Why are the women in this Jiaofang Division so literary and artistic, all of them are singing and dancing rehearsals, no wonder I didn't see a single customer .”

Walking quietly along the way, no one spoke, and suddenly heard what Zhong Jinwei said, the Dongchang fan servants were stunned for a while, and then all laughed at the same time, and one of the fan servants said: "Uncle Zhongxing, do you think Jiaofang Is the company a ji hospital?"

"Didn't you say that all the family members of the criminals were sent to the Jiaofang Division to serve as chickens?" Zhong Jinwei was surprised when he heard this, he reined in his horse, turned around and asked.

"They're doing tricks, but they're not ji. They're just doing things like singing and dancing, not prostitution." Another fanboy hurriedly showed himself and said first.

"Oh, how can you insult criminal officials with this, it's not prostitution." Zhong Jinwei didn't understand even after hearing this.

"Uncle Zhongxing, do you think, who would let their family members show their faces to sing and dance to outsiders. Being punished to sing and dance to the Jiaofang Division is already a great insult to those scholar-officials." Fanyan, who was the first to speak, took back the right to speak, and there was a hint of gloating at the treatment of scholar-bureaucrats in his words.

"So that's the case, I know." After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he turned around, his legs were slightly clamped on the horse's belly, and he continued to walk forward, thinking in his heart: It seems that I have been misled by future generations again. I really don't know if I don't travel through time. the truth.

After a while, they arrived at a three-way intersection. Zhong Jinwei came back to his senses and asked Fan Yi: "Which way back to the mansion, forget it, you lead the way."

After hearing this, a fan servant crossed over to Zhong Jinwei and led the way, saying, "This road is a little closer, and we just go back to the mansion from the other side of Dingfu Street."

Zhong Jinwei said that there was no problem, it was getting late, and he went back home to rest.

After walking for a while, the winter sun can no longer be seen, only the red glow is still reflected in the sky.There are very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them have already eaten at home to keep warm.

While leading the way, the front servant said to Zhong Jinwei: "Uncle Zhongxing, this is Dingfu Street, and the Earl's Mansion is at the other end, and we will be there soon."

Zhong Jinwei looked at the houses on the left and right sides of Dingfu Street, and he could tell that the people living here were either rich or noble.There are basically stone lions at the door of every house, and the door is majestic.Although the sky is not completely dark, red lanterns have been lit at the door of many houses.

It’s just that there will be beggars in any gorgeous place. There are a few gate steps on this street in a relatively remote place, or squatting or standing a few beggars in tattered clothes, shivering in the cold wind. , donate some food.

As Zhong Jinwei walked, he admired the houses on both sides, thinking, these are also his neighbors, if he wants to walk around someday, the relationship between the neighbors should be good.

As soon as he walked to the gate of a mansion with the word "Liang" hanging on a red lantern, the gate suddenly opened to one side, and a young man's head poked out the door.

When Zhong Jinwei and the Dongchang fan servants heard the sound of the door opening, they turned their heads habitually to look over.

Suddenly, the man saw a group of people riding horses, quickly retracted his head, and closed the door with a bang, appearing a little panicked.

Zhong Jinwei thought to himself, do I look so shabby, so frightened.After thinking about it, stop paying attention, turn around and prepare to move on.

Suddenly, I heard a conversation coming from inside the gate: "What are you doing, you're so scared."

"Dongchang, Dongchang, Fan, Fanzi is outside." Another voice stammered and lowered his voice, and there was no sound inside.

Zhong Jinwei had sharper ears, and when he heard the conversation, he couldn't help but feel amused: It turned out that it wasn't that I was shabby, but that I was afraid of the people behind me.

After laughing at himself, Zhong Jinwei was going to turn his attention to the next house, ready to enjoy the scene at the door of the next house.

Suddenly, Zhong Jinwei was stunned. The voice inside just now was a bit high-pitched, but it wasn't the eunuch's voice. It was quite unique, and he seemed to have heard it somewhere.

The horse under his crotch hadn't taken two steps, Zhong Jinwei suddenly remembered, it was the voice that shouted at the beginning: "Quickly kill the son, he is the one we want to kill."

Ever since Zhong Jinwei escaped from the pursuit, recalling what happened, he has always remembered the voice of giving orders clearly, and it is deeply imprinted in his mind.

Zhong Jinwei immediately reined in the horse's head, turned to the gate of the mansion just now, and said, "The man who assassinated me is inside, the one who spoke just now."

The Dongchang fan behind him was wondering why Zhong Jinwei had changed his direction. Hearing Zhong Jinwei's words, he became nervous all of a sudden, and drew out their swords one after another to protect Zhong Jinwei.

Seeing that the gate was closed, Zhong Jinwei waved his hand and ordered, "Go in and arrest someone."

The two Dongchang fans in front immediately got off their horses and were about to kick the door.

At this time, a fan from Dongchang pointed to the horizontal plaque above the gate and said, "Uncle Zhongxing, this is the Marquis' Mansion of Baoding."

Zhong Jinwei looked up along his fingers, and it really was Baoding Marquis' Mansion.But Zhong Jinwei didn't hesitate in his heart, not to mention the Marquis, even the Duke would not be in his eyes.One is that he doesn't have much experience with the hierarchical system of feudal society; the other is that in his eyes, the only thing he needs to worry about in the entire Ming Dynasty is Emperor Chongzhen.

Zhong Jinwei yelled again in a resolute tone while getting off his horse: "Chuang."