"With this result, I have to enter the palace again."

Zhu Ping'an looked at his new book data, shook his head helplessly, and drank the last sip of wine in the bottle. Three new books were opened this year, and the results were worse than the first. It looks like the end of the year, and the balance on the bank card is only five digits, including the two decimal places, of course.

"What's wrong, I feel like it's okay to write?"

Zhu Ping'an was a little unwilling, he read thousands of online articles, and he didn't dare to say that he was perfect in all kinds of routines, and he was proficient in it, but he couldn't get up.

Think about the protagonist in your book, which one is not a freshly dressed angry horse, happy and hateful, and then look at yourself in reality, so confused. After thinking about it like this, the strength of the wine began to rise, and the feelings became a little ethereal.

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There is a woman in Tsing Yi on the stage, about twenty-eight years old, although her appearance is not particularly outstanding, her figure is graceful. The most amazing thing is that voice, in the words of an Internet celebrity, it is the sound of being kissed by an angel, coupled with the babbling huqin of the old man next to him, it is really fascinating to listen to.

The woman sang a story of a hero's death, Zhu Ping'an had never heard such a singing, although he didn't understand it very well, but he also felt that singing in his heart was very enjoyable. He unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table to the beat of the woman's song, and when he heard the subtlety, he thought of his own no-brainer, and couldn't help but scream.

"Good!"

The audience was silent.

There are often applause for listening to the music, but Zhu Ping'an's good voice seems to be shouted with all his strength, and it rings in everyone's ears like thunder.

The old man who played the piano didn't know what was happening, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. The woman in Tsing Yi who was singing also stopped suddenly, and looked at Zhu Ping'an in horror with a pair of big watery eyes.

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Zhu Ping'an opened his eyes suddenly, touched the Hadazi hanging from the corner of his mouth, it turned out to be a dream.

"Huh? Wrong! ”

Zhu Ping'an rubbed his eyes, but found that he was not sleeping in the twenty-square-meter rental house at all.

The quaint stage, the old man playing the violin, and the woman in Tsing Yi singing the song, in front of him are actually in a dream.

"Did you not wake up?"

Zhu Ping'an pinched his arm hard, it hurt very much, and everything in his eyes was still the same as just now, and it didn't disappear.

"What's going on, did I cross over?"

is worthy of being an online writer who hits the streets, and he thought of a certain possibility in a moment.

As if to confirm this possibility, Zhu Ping'an had not yet come to his senses, and an angry cry sounded in his ears: "What are you doing shouting and screaming, don't you know that our son-in-law is listening to music?" ”

A man dressed in ancient clothes and looking like an entourage was looking at Zhu Ping'an viciously.

"It seems that it really crossed over, I don't know which dynasty it was worn to?"

Zhu Ping'an affirmed his guess, and suddenly felt a pain in his brain, and a large amount of information poured in together.

It turned out that the dynasty that Zhu Ping'an passed through was called the Taizheng Dynasty, and the unlucky guy who was taken away by Zhu Ping'an, with the same name as himself, was also called Zhu Ping'an, and was the only son of Zhu Zhong, the Duke of Anle in the dynasty.

"Although he is not a prince and grandson, he is also a little marquis, and his life will not be too bad in the future. It's this Taisho Dynasty, there is no one in history, and it seems that this is not the world I used to live in. ”

The information flew in his mind, and in a moment Zhu Ping'an figured out some basic information.

is quite satisfied, no matter which dynasty it is, a little marquis should always be ten million times stronger than him, a street writer. What's more, so many online articles are not in vain, and the routines of traveling through the past and playing history have long been familiar with it.

"There's just a problem. Do I want to stir up the storm and change history, or do I wantonly squander my family background and be a plain little marquis? Zhu Ping'an thought wildly, a little distracted.

"I said that you, a hillbilly, disturbed my son-in-law listening to music, and you can't make amends?"

The entourage who scolded Zhu Ping'an, seeing him in a daze, thought that he was scared stupid, and secretly smug in his heart, "I didn't expect the people in this capital to be so cowardly." ”

"Now I'm also a little marquis, right, and I'm actually called a hillbilly?"

His thoughts were interrupted, and Zhu Ping'an came back to his senses. He was a little dazed, and then looked at his dress, wearing a red silk robe full of money, an eight-petal rich hat on his head, and a two-pound gold lock on his chest.

"This little marquis's taste in clothing is too ...... Something unique. Zhu Ping'an shook his head and sighed in his heart, he had some opinions about the original owner of his body.

When he was thinking about how to change his taste in clothing, he saw dozens of people who were originally sitting and listening to music in the teahouse, all of them stood up at a hula, quickly ran to the side and stood against the wall, and looked at the field in a circle, and their movements were very skillful, as if they had practiced many times.

The entourage didn't expect his words to have such a great deterrent effect, he was stunned at first, and then he was a little proud.

"Ah Quan, how can this son be as knowledgeable as this kind of person, isn't it a loss of identity. This guy just disturbed Miss Hongling, you asked him to serve tea to Miss Hongling to make amends, and the matter will be stopped. Miss Hongling, do you think it's feasible? ”

The son in the mouth of the entourage sat in the middle of the stage, and his eyes didn't look at Zhu Ping'an at all, but just looked at the stage, with a smile on his handsome face, and bowed slightly to the Hongling girl who was singing.

"It's not ......"

Miss Hongling was taken aback by Zhu Ping'an, she hadn't eased her mind yet, but when she heard this, she was even more shocked, her pretty face turned pale, and she hurriedly spoke.

"There's something that can't be done. My son-in-law is what he says, who dares not to listen? ”

Without waiting for Hongling to finish speaking, the entourage named Ah Quan spoke, "This is also in the capital, if Jiangnan was such ignorant, he would have broken the dog's leg and blasted out." ”

After speaking, Ah Quan sneered and glanced around, and saw that the eyes of those viewers showed a look of horror, as if they had seen a ghost, as if they were frightened by their own words, and their hearts became more and more proud.

"The girl doesn't have to be frightened, since this matter has been spoken, naturally you will not be wronged."

The noble boy seemed to know what Hongling was thinking.

A local tyrant like Zhu Ping'an, Li Tong, naturally didn't pay attention to it, so he just beat it. But Hongling is a singer after all, so he naturally doesn't want to offend people easily.

"Dare to ask, what kind of son is this, your surname?"

At this time, Zhu Ping'an finally sorted out some of the information in his mind, and roughly understood his past style and style of acting as a little marquis, so he leaned back on the chair, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip gently, with a slightly round little face, and slowly asked.

"You hillbilly deserve to ask my son-in-law's name? If you say it, I'm afraid it will scare you into peeing your pants, he is the sister-in-law of the current Jiangnan Governor Li, Li Tong and Li Gongzi. ”

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an didn't hurry over to make amends, Ah Quan dared to ask questions, so he rushed to stop him. At the same time, he secretly said in his heart, "My son-in-law is not a patient person, and if you grind hard, I'm afraid you will die ugly." ”

This noble son is Li Tong, the second son of Li Tiangang, the current acting governor of Jiangnan.

Li Tiangang has been acting in Jiangnan for two years, and has won the approval of His Majesty Taizu today.

Jiangnan is the world's wealthy, the annual tax accounts for about one-third of the total income of the Taisho Dynasty, the governor of Jiangnan is the head of the thirteen provinces in the world, and the authority is powerful. This Li Tong also has some literary talents, coupled with his father's power, he was promoted to Taixue by Jinling Mansion, and he happened to come with his father this time.

"The son of the governor's family?"

"Or from Jiangnan Province?"

"There's a good show to watch now." Someone in the crowd whispered.

"What's so nice, it's not an old trick." There is a deep way of experienced old tea customers.

"Not necessarily, that is the son of the governor of Jiangnan."

"What about the son of the governor, when have you ever seen the Lord suffer?"

The audience, who was originally unusually quiet, seemed to have just boiled a pot of water, and finally made some noise, and looked at Zhu Ping'an together, and their expressions became wonderful.

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Seeing Ah Quan report his name, Li Tong was proud, but he still pretended to be reserved on the surface, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Zhu Ping'an obliquely, and saw that the guy was still sitting there as if nothing had happened, and he didn't run over to kowtow to him as he imagined, and his smile stiffened, "Does this guy not know how powerful the governor is, or is he scared stupid?"

"Governor of Jiangnan? Is it big? ”

Zhu Ping'an ignored everyone's gaze, and after a while, he turned his head slightly and asked seriously to the young man in Tsing Yi who was standing beside him with his hands down.

"Back to the young master, it's very big."

The little guy bowed down and replied respectfully.

"Who's older than my father?"

"Young Master Hui, our master is the current emperor's personal title of An Le Gong, Tianhuang is noble, how can these ministers be compared? Naturally, it is the old man. ”

"Since it's my father, Laifu, why are you still stunned?"

"Yes, young master."

The little guy who called Lyph had already wondered in his heart. In this huge capital, only our young master bullies people, when did anyone dare to insult the young master like this? If it had been in the past, the young master would have stepped forward a long time ago. But today, how can the young master be like a different person, and he can still sit firmly on the street after being scolded on the street?

How did Laifu know that the person sitting there was no longer his original young master.

However, Laifu had been grinding his fists in his heart for a long time, just waiting for Zhu Ping'an to speak. This time, with Zhu Ping'an's instructions, he took a step forward and came to Ah Quan's face, and without waiting for Ah Quan to react, he slapped him in the face with a hard slap, "Something like a dog, dare to bark at my young master?" ”

Looking at the skillful technique, I think that this matter is often done.

Ah Quan poofed, two big teeth spurted out of his mouth with bloodshots, and with a look of disbelief on his face, he pointed at Laifu, "You...... You ......"

Unexpectedly, Laifu would actually burst out and hurt people, Li Tong was furious, Huo Ran got up, and two cold lights in his eyes shot towards Zhu Ping'an. He Li Tong is also from a humble background, and it is common to beat people, but even if he wants to fight, he has to talk about the number of roads, how can he do it without saying a word like this?

The onlookers were not surprised, but shook their heads slightly disappointed, "I originally wanted to meet a governor's son, which would be a little new, but I didn't expect it to be an old routine." ”

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"Since you are the son of the governor of Jiangnan, don't you know me?" Zhu Ping'an completely ignored Li Tong's cold gaze, looked at him and asked with a chuckle.