Catching Monsters

Chapter 113 Let Him Come In to See Me
Jiang Yun was confused when he heard this. A beautiful woman?
Waiting for myself?

What's happening here?
He looked at Qian Buchou in confusion and asked, "Where did this beautiful woman come from?"

Qian Buchou rolled his eyes at Jiang Yun and said, "You ask me, who should I ask? The woman claimed that she must see you today, otherwise she will not leave."

"I was on duty at the North City Military Division last night. I came back early this morning and saw this woman outside your room."

"But you're not here. I think it's not a long-term solution to let a girl wait at the door. Let her sit down in your room and rest first."

"I came to the East Pacification Office to look for you, and it's already noon, and you just came back."

The two hurried back to the inn, and when they opened the door, Jiang Yun was stunned. The person inside was Feng Bei'er.

At this time, Feng Bei'er was wearing a white jacket and skirt, with a little rouge on her face. With the scholarly temperament that was rare for women in this era, she was extremely beautiful.

"Miss Feng, why are you here?" Jiang Yun did not show any joy when he saw Feng Bei'er, but frowned instead.

Feng Beier sat inside with a smile and asked, "Master Jiang, don't you welcome me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Yun entered the house, but Qian Buchou did not follow him in. Instead, he helped him close the door.

After Jiang Yun entered the room, he sat opposite Feng Bei'er. Feng Bei'er was holding a book in her hand. She put it on the table and said, "I came here this time to invite Mr. Jiang to attend the poetry meeting."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun waved his hands repeatedly: "Miss Feng, it seems that you really misunderstood. Those poems are really not something I can write."

Feng Beier blinked and said with a smile: "If it wasn't done by Master Jiang, could it be Xu Xiaogang?"

"I have known Xu Xiaogang since childhood. Although he has a kind heart and good martial arts skills, he has a very vague understanding of poetry and cannot even begin to understand it."

"Mr. Jiang, you passed the examination for the first-class scholar title in Nanzhou Prefecture not long ago."

As he spoke, Feng Beier took out several more answer sheets and placed them on the table: "These answer sheets contain poems, songs, discussions on scriptures, and opinions on the court, which are beyond the reach of ordinary scholars."

Ever since the poetry gathering that day, Feng Bei'er had specially asked someone to investigate, and even got hold of Jiang Yun's examination paper for passing the scholar examination in Nanzhou Prefecture.

After watching it, Feng Beier became even more convinced that Jiang Yun was a truly talented person!

The level of these answers is definitely more than just the title of scholar.

With this person's level, it is not a problem for him to pass the imperial examination and gain fame.

Listening to Feng Bei'er's words, Jiang Yun looked at the copied test paper contents with a dark face.

On the way back to Beijing, he of course learned from Wei Huaian that these test papers were written by the academician himself.

How can the level not be high?

That academician had already passed the imperial examination and had accumulated experience for many years, so it would be strange if his academic level was low.

But Jiang Yun had no way to explain it. He couldn't say that he got the title of scholar by cheating.

Looking at Jiang Yun's gloomy face, he remained silent.

Feng Beier thought that he probably agreed. Feng Beier felt quite sorry and said, "Mr. Jiang, your talent is really wasted by joining the Jinyiwei."

"I know that you came from a poor family, and joining the Imperial Guard was probably a helpless move forced by life."

"I can introduce you to the academy. If you become a student, you will not have to worry about food and drink, and the academy will give you some money every month for your expenses."

Listening to Feng Bei'er's words, Jiang Yun coughed and said, "Ms. Feng, please don't misunderstand..."

"I didn't misunderstand." Feng Bei'er shook her head and took out the poetry collection: "That day, I memorized all the poems that Xu Xiaogang read, and wrote them down, studying them repeatedly day and night."

“Judge a person by his poetry.”

"I can better understand Mr. Jiang's state of mind."

“For example, this one.”

"When the great peng rises with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles. Even if it comes down when the wind dies down, it can still stir up the water in the ocean."

"I can feel that although you are in a humble position, you have great ambitions and firmly believe that one day you will be able to soar like a roc."

“Like this one.”

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick up the stars in your hand. Don't dare to speak aloud, you may shock the heavens."

"It must be you, Mr. Jiang. You have the ambition to reach for the stars, but you also know that there are always people better than you, so you should remind yourself to be humble..."

Seeing Feng Bei'er analyzing the poetry with blurry eyes, Jiang Yun's face darkened. She was almost analyzing it to pieces.

She is too imaginative.

"Stop, stop, Miss Feng." Jiang Yun coughed. He could see that Feng Bei'er really loved poetry. He frowned and said, "I'm not interested in the poetry meeting you mentioned."

Feng Beier said anxiously, "How can I not go, Master Jiang? This is not the little fight I organized."

"It's the large-scale poetry gathering held at the Renyi Academy before the end of each year. All the talented poets in the city would go there."

"Given Mr. Jiang's poetic talent, it would be a great loss if he didn't go."

Looking at Feng Bei'er's expression, Jiang Yun could only agree casually: "Okay, okay, I'll go there by myself then, okay, Miss Feng."

Feng Beier nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and then, rather embarrassedly, took out a piece of rice paper and said, "This is a poem that I accidentally found by the bed while I was waiting in the room." She read softly:
"The orioles are singing on the island in the river. The beautiful lady is the ideal match for the gentleman..."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun was stunned. This was a waste manuscript. He had written a bunch of poems before, but later he felt that this poem was not appropriate to be read at a poetry meeting.

He just threw it aside and didn't let Xu Xiaogang recite it.

After reading it, Feng Beier asked, "Mr. Jiang, who did you write this poem for?"

Jiang Yun said without hesitation: "It's not you anyway."

"Miss Feng, I have something important to do, what do you think?"

"Then I'll take my leave first." Feng Bei'er slowly stood up after hearing that. Before leaving, she couldn't help but say to Jiang Yun, "Mr. Jiang, don't forget about the poetry meeting in a few days."

After leaving the door, Feng Beier glanced through the window paper of the inn and saw Jiang Yun in the room. She whispered, "This Mr. Jiang refuted so quickly, it's obviously not what he thought in his heart."

"After I found out, he was probably panicked, so he asked me to leave quickly."

At this point, Feng Beier's smile did not diminish: "The writing style of that poem is obviously not long ago, and you are trying to trick me into thinking I have no poetic talent."

Thinking of this, Feng Bei'er hurried downstairs, got on the carriage outside the inn, and left.

After Feng Bei'er left, Qian Buchou from the opposite side pushed open the door and asked with a smile: "Brother Jiang, I found that you have something."

"It seems that this young lady is either rich or noble."

Jiang Yun rolled his eyes at Qian Buchou and said slowly, "Don't let your imagination run wild. This is Marquis Weide's daughter. She came to me to discuss poetry."

Qian Buchou was even more surprised when he heard this. He looked Jiang Yun up and down and said jokingly, "You are really good. How long have you been in the capital? And you hooked up with the daughter of Marquis Weiwu?"

"Screw you."

Although Feng Bei'er is good-looking and comes from a good family, Jiang Yun has no interest in romance, at least not yet.

There are still many troubles at the moment.

At this time, he was involved with the Red Lotus Sect's rebels, and there was also a Minister of the Ministry of Revenue who was eyeing him covetously. Who knew if he would secretly trip him up.

……

Inside the imperial city, in the evening, Chang Pingyuan, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was standing outside the imperial study with a nervous mood.

After returning to the Ministry of Revenue, Chang Pingyuan was in a state of anxiety. Soon, a eunuch from the palace came and told him to go to the imperial study in the evening, as the emperor wanted to see him.

He had been waiting outside the door for a long time, but His Majesty did not summon him.

A faint scent of sandalwood was burning in the imperial study. In the light of a lantern, Xiao Yuzheng sat inside, flipping through memorials.

Xiao Yuzheng was a very diligent emperor. From the day he ascended the throne, except for eating and sleeping, he spent most of his time in the imperial study, handling government affairs.

He is full of energy and will do everything himself as long as he can personally instruct.

At this moment, Feng Yu was serving respectfully beside him. After Xiao Yuzheng read a memorial, Feng Yu handed the next one to him: "Your Majesty, this is a memorial from the governor of Western Shu. Western Shu has been suffering from drought for a year, and there is no grain harvest."

"I wanted the court to allocate 100,000 dan of grain, but the Ministry of Revenue claimed that the treasury was not well-stocked and could only allocate 50,000 dan at most."

After Xiao Yuzheng took it, he held the brush, dipped it in red ink, thought for a moment, and then made a circle, which meant he agreed.

Feng Yu hurriedly handed over the next memorial: "This is a memorial from the Nanhu governor. Half a year ago, there was a flood in Nanhu, and a large number of people were killed and injured."

"It is said that the resentment is extremely heavy, and we need to invite the great scholars in the academy to go and eliminate the resentment."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuzheng frowned and asked, "What did the academy say?"

"The academy claims that the great scholars are all concentrating on understanding the great path of the saints and have no interest in this."

"However, the abbots of the Buddhist temple are very interested in this, but they need the court's approval to build ten more temples."

Hearing this, Xiao Yuzheng frowned and made circles.

After dealing with the memorials for the day, Feng Yu beside him whispered, "Your Majesty, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Chang Pingyuan, is waiting outside. It's been almost an hour. Do you want to see him?"

Xiao Yuzheng picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip of hot tea: "Did he go to the Southern Pacification Office today?"

"Yes." Feng Yu respectfully told the whole story in detail.

After he finished speaking, Feng Yu chuckled and said casually, "This Changping Yuan is also funny."

"The reason why I went to protect Jiang Yun was because Jiang Yun was working for His Majesty and bought the white sugar in order to get in touch with the Red Lotus Sect."

"He actually thought that I had some relationship with Jiang Yun, and he even secretly gave me five thousand taels of silver."

"Do you think this man is ridiculous?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuzheng frowned and asked, "Where did he get the five thousand taels of silver?"

Feng Yu replied respectfully: "How can I know?"

Xiao Yuzheng's voice was a little colder: "Let him come in to see me."

　There is one more chapter to be added. I will continue writing after dinner.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)