A few people gossiped in the small courtyard, and after chatting about the topic on Shang Yu for a while, Liu Jue suddenly said: "Guomei, the words of "The Legend of the White Snake" were originally written by you? ”

Zhao Yan was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't know where Liu Jue knew about it, so he asked, "Brother Shuwen, I don't know where you learned about this matter?" ”

Liu Jue said with a smile: "A certain brother and his colleagues came to the capital a few days ago, sat in a teahouse, and listened to the storyteller in the teahouse. ”

Yin Min nodded his head, indicating that what Liu Jue said was true.

Liu Ji saw that Zhao Yan acquiesced, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I didn't expect Gome to have this ability, then I also read "The Legend of the White Snake", the story in it is indeed popular, but unfortunately I only got half of the story, I don't know when Gome will write the second half?" ”

Zhao Yan smiled bitterly, the news that he is the author of "The Legend of the White Snake" is likely to come from Dongchang or Jinyiwei, the people who know this news are nothing more than their own family, Dongchang and Jinyiwei, the palace and several other people, their own family members have told that the palace and several other people are proud of their identities, so they will naturally not spread these gossip, and Mao Gui and Jinyiwei of Dongchang are not upright men and gentlemen, the emperor directly ordered to release themselves, they have no choice but to obey orders, But spreading some news to make a little trouble for themselves is what they are happy to see, but it may not be said that it was from some of Mao Gui and Ma Shun's subordinates who knew the inside story, such as the cell boss who was pit by himself once in the edict.

"The Legend of the White Snake" belongs to the popular story that is suitable for both men and women, and it is nothing to be known to have written it by themselves, and at most there are fans who are fascinated by reading it and come to the door to ask for the second half of the story, but although "Golden Bottle Plum" is also popular, it is not visible to some defenders in the doctor class, for fear that the news will be used by some people, and then attack themselves, why didn't they think of this layer in the first place? Now I only hope that Emperor Xiao Zhu can help him keep the secret, after all, occasionally watching "Golden Vase Plum" will help cultivate sentiment and promote the harmony of yin and yang.

These days there is nothing to do, Zhao Yan only practiced calligraphy, and wrote two copies of the second half of "The Legend of the White Snake", one manuscript has been brought back to Shenzhou to Li Yun, and one manuscript is in the house, Zhao Yan listened to Liu Ji's question, so he went into the house and took out the manuscript.

"Ahem, youzhi, my brother is old, and I have always loved this kind of world story, why don't you let it be shown to my brother for a few days? Don't worry, if you read this kind of script for your brother very quickly, it will definitely be sent to you in three or five days at most. Wan An, who was originally a little wilted today, opened his mouth first.

Yin Min, who has always been a man of action, didn't say a word, cut off his beard directly, snatched the manuscript from Zhao Yan's hand, and jumped out of his mouth with a few words: "I'll finish reading it in two days." ”

Liu Juele looked at it and didn't speak, he also likes to read this kind of story as a pastime, but he is not as interested as a few others.

In this era, people's spiritual civilization construction is extremely low-end, especially those who have read books, their ideological consciousness is higher than that of ordinary people, but they are more prone to a sense of emptiness in spirit, ordinary people have nothing to do at night, and most of the readers have been out of this low-level interest, and prefer to read books at night, but it is too boring to always read books such as the Four Books and the Five Classics, so from the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the present, all kinds of stories have come into being, among which the worldly novels like "Golden Vase Plum" are the most sought after by readers, followed by " The Legend of the White Snake is a legendary novel mixed with fairies, ghosts, and love entanglements, of course, similar to Yang Jiajiang, novels adapted from history are also very marketable.

Wan An saw that Yin Min had cut off his beard, so he couldn't help but blow his beard, and said angrily: "I finished reading it in a day and a half." ”

Yin Min said without blinking: "I will finish reading it one day." ”

Liu Ji looked at the thick stack of manuscripts in Yin Min's hand, and said in his heart that he still shouldn't get involved, he wouldn't be able to finish reading it for a day, even if he swallowed the dates and read it, it was only a passing eye, and I was afraid that I would forget what it said in a blink of an eye.

Wan An and Yin Min are five or six years apart in age, although the two are slippery and silent, but they still have a lot of common language, so the relationship is not bad, at this time Wan An saw Yin Min raising the bar with him, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "That's it, that's it, one day is one day, and after a day, someone will ask you to get it, but you are not allowed to lie in the skin." ”

Yin Min was stunned for a moment, although he was silent, he also liked to joke occasionally, originally he wanted to squeeze Wan An Ying Cheng to read it for a long time, but he didn't expect Wan An to slip his hands, and in turn he would take his own army, which is a bit of a wax now.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan smiled and came to be a peacemaker, and said: "Little brother has paper and pen here, although there are many manuscripts, but I can copy a few copies together, and I can copy a copy in half an hour, why don't I copy a few copies together, so that several brothers don't have to fight." ”

Yin Min hurriedly said: "It's extreme, it's extreme, Gome is thoughtful." ”

Wan An laughed and said: "That's it, according to Guomei's words, I'll wait for one person, and watch it for as long as I want." ”

At that moment, a few people put on a posture and began to copy it, and Li Er was responsible for taking turns to study the ink, and when the sun was empty, the transcription was finally completed.

At this moment, Xining swaggered in, although Wan An and the others were there, Xining didn't pay attention to it, he walked straight to Zhao Yan and stretched out his hand: "Zhao Shuchang, where is today's Zhanghui?" ”

Xining was wearing the clothes of a eunuch in the palace, Wan An and a few people were surprised when they saw it, but it was not good to ask questions at this time, and when Zhao Yan entered the house and took two pieces of paper and sent Xining away, Wan An asked: "Guomei, what is this father-in-law doing here?" ”

Zhao Yan was helpless, and it was not easy to say that Emperor Zhu Qizhen wanted to read the novel he wrote, so as not to spread it and be said that he was flattering and lucky, so he had to say vaguely: "This person is called Xining, and he is the little eunuch in charge of sprinkling and sweeping in the palace, and he likes to read some stories on weekdays, and he went to see a doctor a few days ago and was diagnosed with an incurable disease, and he didn't know how to know that "The Legend of the White Snake" was written by the younger brother, so he came to ask the younger brother to write some stories for him often. ”

Liu Ji heard this: "These ants in the palace are a little pitiful, and the virtuous brother has a heart." ”

Liu Yu said at this time: "A certain look at this person does not look like a Han person, but like a Tartar on the northern grassland or a Jurchen in Liaodong." ”

Zhao Yan's heart moved, and he asked, "How can you see it?" ”

Liu Jue replied: "My Han people look like us, but these two types of people are very different, the most obvious is the flat face, flat nose and thin eyes, high cheeks and round face, so I feel that this person does not look like a Han person." ”

Wan An also said at this time: "Shu Wen is reasonable, in fact, most of the eunuchs in the palace are not Han Chinese, and they were brought back to Beijing when the imperial court quelled rebellions in various places, for example, the three treasure eunuchs of the Yongle Dynasty were Semu people, that is, Hui Hui, and Jin Ying, the eunuch of the court's ceremonial eunuch Bingbi, was a native of Annan. ”

This kind of thing is mostly seen in historical materials, but Zhao Yan has never cared about it, he only knows Wang Zhen, Liu Jin, Feng Bao, Wei Zhongxian, these famous eunuchs are all Han without exception, and Zhao Yan thinks that most of the eunuchs in the palace are also Han.

Hearing Liu Jue and Wan An's explanations, Zhao Yan remembered a person, this person betrayed Emperor Zhu Qizhen during the Tumubao Incident, and took the opportunity to become the 'master' of Wara Taishi, that person is also a eunuch, if I remember correctly, he is also called Xining, but I didn't expect that this person is most likely not Han, so it is not a traitor, but it can still be called a traitor.

The future traitor Xining's father-in-law entered the palace leisurely, and then presented the two pieces of paper to the emperor Zhu Qizhen, and when Zhu Qizhen finished reading it, he sent it to Wang Zhen upside down, not wanting to catch up with Wang Zhen in a good mood, and won Wang Zhen's two words of praise in vain, only to make Xining full of joy, and even drank an extra bowl of gruel for dinner, but when he was snoring gruel in a comfortable mood, he didn't know that he had been remembered by others.

It's late at night, Zhao Yan put down the charcoal pen and stretched his waist, he is still not used to going to bed early, but not to mention his wife, he doesn't even have a room girl now, even if he wants to learn from the common people to cover the quilt after night, there is no object, and calling friends to make a staggered life is not what he wants, and in desperation, he can only look at writing and writing after nightfall, and occasionally get a charcoal pen to practice sketching.

Tonight, the moon is bright, Li Er's snoring is earth-shattering, even if it is through two walls and a few windows, Zhao Yan is quite envious of his good habit of sleeping on the bed.

A sketch is mostly complete, and although some details are not handled well, the characters on the paper can still be called vivid.

Zhao Yan is not painting someone else, it is Li Yun, the wedding date of the two is set for October 23 this year, and Li Yun is only sixteen years old this year, or virtual, although it is now slim and slim, bumpy and convex, and also sensible a lot, but in the end it is still a child, Zhao Yan thought that he would marry her soon, although he did not reject it in his heart, in the end it was still a little awkward, but this era is like this, the age of marriage between men and women is generally young, and two children abound before the age of twenty.

Zhao Yan's thoughts continued to fly, this year is the thirteenth year of orthodoxy, and the change of Tumubao will happen next year, the good life of Wang Zhen's family is coming to an end, but the fate of many other people will also change dramatically.

To say that the biggest change in fate must be Zhu Qizhen, from the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, all of a sudden to become the first prisoner of Wara Taishi, even the most basic food, clothing, housing and transportation can not be guaranteed, miserable is a little miserable, but the poor person must have something to hate, there must be a cause for the effect, and he can only blame himself and Wang Zhen, and everyone has to pay the price for his actions.

Turning his gaze to the sketch portrait on the table again, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth, foresight has never been his strength, he is just an ordinary person, his selfishness is not small, he has a lot of desires, and he does his best in some things.