The prince is more stable

Chapter 73 Talented Person
I don’t know whether there was interstellar travel in ancient times. Zhao Xiaoqian now really wants to live on another planet.

Or you could send Su Che and Jiang Miaoxian to outer space.

No matter what others think, Zhao Xiaoqian has given himself a very positive personality.

For example, after three years, the Dragon King has returned to his glory.

For example, a special forces soldier who returns from a hundred battles and finds his father entertaining customers in a brothel.

For example, he was pursued by countless campus beauties, who threatened to commit suicide and insisted on sleeping with his human-shaped teddy bear.

In short, no matter what kind of character he was, Zhao Xiaoqian never considered himself a "talented man".

There is no other reason, I just simply don’t like reading and my personality is not established.

However, after waking up from a drunken night, Zhao Xiaoqian found that things were not simple.

Su Che, one of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, actually gave him a fanatical look. His expression of eagerness for knowledge made Zhao Xiaoqian shudder.

Jiang Miaoxian, the cold and arrogant courtesan, a talented woman who had fallen into prostitution, had a slightly blushing face and looked at him with admiration.

Zhao Xiaoqian knew that these two people had been whetted.

Because most of the poems he recited last night were only half a verse, and after he recited them in a daze, there was no follow-up. The two of them felt like they had read one online novel after another with aborted endings, and they were very anxious.

"Zi'an..." Su Zhe spoke with fanatical eyes.

Zhao Xiaoqian raised his hand to interrupt him: "Don't call me that, I don't know, I don't remember, I have forgotten everything that happened last night."

Jiang Miaoxian couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, why are you hiding your incompetence? The lyrics you wrote last night even amazed Minister Su. Why don't you write the other half of those lyrics? Minister Su will surely help you become famous throughout the world."

Su Che nodded hurriedly.

His elder brother was a leader in the literary world, and Su Che himself was also not bad, and his status in the literary world of the Song Dynasty was also very important. If he made Zhao Xiaoqian famous, it would definitely make Zhao Xiaoqian's image as a talented scholar stable and accurate, and both appropriate and established.

But Zhao Xiaoqian was not happy.

What's so fun about being a talented person? Once his reputation spreads, countless scholars will flock to him. They either come to him for advice or invite him to participate in poetry gatherings and write poems and lyrics with a group of corrupt scholars.

Oh, and they have to endure the disgusting act of praising each other. Even if the other person's creation is a piece of shit, they still have to lie and say it's chocolate...

Is it fun?
Rather than wasting his precious time on such things, Zhao Xiaoqian would rather knock on the widow's door in the middle of the night and talk to her about her troubles.

"I don't remember, I've forgotten everything, and you'd better forget it too." Zhao Xiaoqian emphasized again.

"But you clearly did it last night..." Jiang Miaoxian's coquettish look was even more heart-warming.

"I was drunk last night, but I am sober now. If you have any questions, please find me when I was drunk last night. Any problem has nothing to do with me now when I am sober." Zhao Xiaoqian refused decisively.

Act like a spoiled brat? No use!

Unless you want to be practical, push me onto the bed and ask me to do whatever I want, and then I'll do it again.

Jiang Miaoxian couldn't help but feel upset. This guy even acted like a scoundrel in such a fresh and refined way.

The drunk self and the sober self have nothing to do with each other. Is he so divided?

Her beautiful eyes glanced at him with a hint of anger and resentment. Jiang Miaoxian snorted and turned her head away angrily without looking at him.

Still feeling hungover, Zhao Xiaoqian lost interest and got up to say goodbye and leave.

This is the sad place that made him socially dead, and he will never come back again, even if he is beaten to death.

Jiang Miaoxian sent Su Zhe and Zhao Xiaoqian out of the brothel. When she left, the look she gave Zhao Xiaoqian was like a hook in a privately contracted fish pond, still trying to catch this black carp.

"Prince, next time you come, I will prepare a bed for you." Jiang Miaoxian said reluctantly.

"Does it cost money?" Zhao Xiaoqian asked seriously.

Jiang Miaoxian glared at him coquettishly: "It's free. I'll treat you to a drink." "No, your wine is fake!"

Zhao Xiaoqian was very sure that it was the truth, otherwise why would he get drunk and cause so much trouble.

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Dawn, early morning.

Exhausted, Zhang Xiaoyi returned to the dilapidated wooden house where he and his mother lived together.

My mother had already gotten up and was sitting at the door, staring blankly at the direction she was coming from.

She couldn't see anything, but she was still looking.

She knew very well that she had become a burden to her son and had thought of committing suicide more than once, but her son had not yet married and had children, so she was unwilling to accept the situation and was reluctant to die.

So, while Zhang Xiaoyi was working outside to make a living, she did some housework at home within her ability, and tried not to eat too much, leaving the precious food for Zhang Xiaoyi. She tried her best to reduce the burden on her son, even if it was only a little bit.

In the early morning, Zhang Xiaoyi's footsteps echoed in the alley.

Zhang's mother's eyes rolled back, but a smile appeared on her weathered face.

Not only was she familiar with her son's footsteps, she could also tell from them that he was in a very cheerful mood today, probably because he had gained a lot last night.

"Mom, I brought you some Zheng family fried cakes from Zhouqiao. Try them while they're hot." Zhang Xiaoyi said cheerfully.

Zhang's mother subconsciously pushed him away with both hands: "Son, you eat. I'm not hungry. I just ate."

"I have eaten, really! Mother, I met a noble man last night and he gave me a lot of money as a reward. Mother, we won't be hungry for the next two months!" Zhang Xiaoyi said excitedly.

"I'll go to the drugstore in the south of the city and buy some eye ointment for you. Your eyes will be healed."

Mother Zhang smiled calmly, but asked, "Why would the noble give you so much reward?"

"I am eloquent and hardworking. Perhaps you will appreciate me."

Mother Zhang was silent for a moment, then said, "You're just running errands for a living. You should accept the money you deserve with a clear conscience, but don't be greedy for money you don't deserve."

"Wealth and honor all have their limits. If you take something you shouldn't take, God will remember it and you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

Zhang Xiaoyi lowered his head and said, "Yes, I understand."

Mother Zhang continued, "I'm afraid the noble man doesn't care about this little bit of reward, but you can't take it with a clear conscience. If you have the opportunity to see the noble man again, you can do something for him again, but don't accept his reward again. Whether it's a favor or a favor, you should repay it all. Don't delay or owe it, only then will you receive good rewards."

"Yes, I saw your carriage outside Zuihuayin this morning. Perhaps you stayed overnight. I will follow your carriage and see if there is anything I can do for you."

After saying that, Zhang Xiaoyi stood up and stuffed a half-pound piece of pork belly into his mother's hand.

He had received a large reward last night, and he gritted his teeth to buy this piece of pork belly. His mother was getting thinner and thinner, so it was time for her to have some meat.

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Zhao Xiaoqian walked out of Zuihuayin's door yawning and got into the carriage in a daze.

Chen Shou and the imperial guards were still guarding the door, probably because they had not slept all night. Zhao Xiaoqian had a headache and had no time to comfort them. He came back to do something practical and rewarded each of them with a few dozen coins.

The carriage started moving shakily, and Zhao Xiaoqian fell asleep in it.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Xiaoqian was awakened by Chen Shou.

"Are we at the palace?" Zhao Xiaoqian asked sleepily.

"Not yet, Prince. There is someone following our carriage. He is sneaky and doesn't look like a good person. Please give us some instructions." Chen Shoudao said.

Zhao Xiaoqian frowned. Those assassins again? It's not over yet!
"Catch him! Hang him up and beat him up before questioning him."

(End of this chapter)