Divorce (16)

In the study of the left house.

Zuo Yushi fell a son in the flickering candle flame,

"Why does Chu Shizi have the evidence of the Meng family's guilt in his hands?"

Chu Ranyu immediately left a son next to Zuo Yushi,

"I was going to do it myself, but now I hand over the evidence to the Imperial Doctor, which can be regarded as making the best use of everything."

Zuo Yushi's hand was about to fall, and his complexion changed slightly,

"Shizi, the Dingwang family must not be involved with any generals, let alone marry."

"If the prince has a heart, he should know that it is good for the palace family and you to stay away."

"What you think, the old man understands, but the person sitting on the high platform will not understand."

The candle flame rang out, and Chu Ranxing raised his eyes to look at Zuo Yushi.

The eyes like the eyes of a young wild horse were full of calm, and there was no embarrassment in the slightest of being seen through the mind.

Chu Ran said,

"After my father's death, I am destined not to respect that person again, he can be anyone's monarch, but he will not be the monarch of the Chu clan."

Zuo Yushi said in a deep voice,

"Chu Shizi, be cautious, has the prince forgotten how His Royal Highness King Ding died?"

Chu Ranxuan couldn't see the change in his expression,

"I can't forget."

His hand holding the chess piece was a little harder.

finally fell, just blocking the only way out of Zuo Yushi's white chess pieces.

At the same time, Chu Ranyu's sunspots had surrounded most of the white sons, and the white sons couldn't move and were eaten up most of them.

Zuo Yushi threw the chess pieces into the chess bowl and said with a smile,

"Chu Shizi's chess skills are far above the old man, and the old man is afraid that he can't compare."

Chu Ran said,

"Your Excellency is humble. It's just that the adults let me. ”

"Your Excellency performed wonderfully in the court yesterday, although it was a vulgar act, but it is worthy of everyone's praise."

Zuo Yushi said with a smile,

"Originally, I was going to say how miserable the situation was according to the plan, and then make things bigger, for the sake of Gong Yun and Gong Zhan's two boys, the emperor will not ignore it, who knows, the old man is talking and talking, this anger has also come up, although the long recipe is not with the surname of the Zuo family, but in the end it is the old man's own granddaughter, she is trampled and insulted by people like this, how can the old man not be angry."

"Just kick him a few more times, punch him a few times, that is, after being humiliated in the court, tomorrow he will also apologize openly in front of the palace house, and his son will kneel three times and ask for my granddaughter's forgiveness, but these, compared to the long trick almost ruined his life, what is this?"

"To hand over the ironclad evidence of the Meng family's corruption and bribery, the Meng family will be ruined, and everyone will shout and beat, so as to relieve the hatred in the old man's heart."

Zuo Yushi laughed loudly.

The dim candlelight flickered on Chu Ran's face, dangling back and forth, his expression indistinct.

Zuo Yushi Dao,

"As a friend of the prince, the old man hopes that the son can find a girl he likes to live his life in peace, as an ancestor, the old man only hopes that you will stay away from her, farther away, and be good to everyone."

Chu Ranyu didn't reply, and the candlelight was still flickering.

On the long street, the sound of storytelling came from a teahouse,

"I think everyone has heard of the marquis's daughter's broken hair and ruined marriage."

"Do you know that the protagonist in this story is the eldest lady of the Gong family?"

The audience booed him,

"I've known this for a long time, so why are we still here, you have to say something we don't know."

"yes, if you've heard of it, what's the point?"

The storyteller comforted the crowd and said,

"What I am going to say today is what you do not know."

The storyteller looked around with a surprised expression,

"Yesterday, Your Majesty gave Miss Changjue the decision."

"What! Is it true? ”

"That's a good thing."

"Don't interrupt, what did Your Majesty do to Miss Gong?"

The storyteller proudly fanned himself with his fan,

"Your Majesty, I ordered the eldest son of the Meng family, who had a marriage contract with Miss Gong before, to kneel in front of the palace and ask Miss Gong for forgiveness."

The storyteller emphasized the four words of three kneels and nine knocks.

The crowd rejoices,

"Well done, this kind of negative man, he should be humiliated to be enjoyable."

"Well deserved!"

"It's all recruited by this surnamed Meng himself, I heard that the Meng family plans to release the unclean reputation of Miss Gong in the market to forcibly withdraw from the marriage, such a scumbag, fortunately, God accepted him. Let his adultery be exposed, otherwise Miss Gong will bear this pickled reputation innocently, isn't it just clearly asking people to die? ”

The crowd sighed,

"Fortunately, Your Majesty is wise and knows right from wrong, and he wants to rectify the surname Meng."

"I think it's a little too light, Miss Gong is humiliated and injured, his surname Meng is a few heads and apologizes?"

"What I said is that I also think it's too light, I can't pull this scum who deceives the world and steals his name out to parade through the streets, how can I relieve my anger."

"Hey, you said that if we watched from the side while he was kneeling and knocking, and threw rotten rotten eggs at him, wouldn't this be the same as parading the streets?"

"That's right!"

Everyone looked at the storyteller,

"When did the surnamed Meng apologize to Miss Gong for kneeling three times and knocking nine times?"

The storyteller said casually,

"Naturally, it's today, it's almost noon, so I think it's going to come quickly."

Before Mr. Storyteller could finish speaking, a group of people got up and rushed out the door, and they could faintly hear someone cursing,

"Wait for me."

"What are you doing running so fast!"

The storyteller was busy stopping the audience who were about to go out,

"Eh, don't go, I'm not done yet."

The man he pulled was busy shaking off his hand,

"It's almost noon, don't stop me."

"It's the same if you listen to it tomorrow."

In just a moment, almost all the people in the teahouse were gone, and there was only one person left to drink tea calmly in the corner.

The storyteller stepped forward and said curiously,

"This son, they're all gone, why don't you leave?"

Gong Changjue raised his eyelids and glanced at Mr. Storyteller, then lowered his eyes again, picked up the teacup and said lightly,

"This tea is good."

Mr. Storyteller: "......"

On Chang'an Street, a group of people stood in front of the stall selling eggs.

"Boss, how do you sell these eggs?"

The stall owner greeted him with a smile, so many customers, even if one person buys one, how much money does he have to make.

The stall owner put away his somewhat obscene smile, stretched out a big palm, and said,

"Five cents a piece, Tong Su is not bullied, there is no more affordable one on this street than mine."

When everyone heard this, they nodded in unison,

A young man said,

"And do your eggs stink?"

The stall owner was busy,

"No, no, the eggs I have here are absolutely good eggs, how can there be rotten eggs."

When they heard this, they shook their heads in unison.

"It doesn't stink?"

"What's the use of that?"

"Forget it, let's go see something else."

"There seem to be a few stalls ahead. Let's take a look. ”

The stall owner hurriedly stopped the people,

"Eh, why are you leaving, little old man has all kinds of eggs here, bird eggs and duck eggs, do you want to look at other eggs, there is always something you are satisfied with."

A young man said,

"But you don't have rotten eggs."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and said tentatively,

"You... Are you looking for rotten eggs? ”

After saying that, I'm still a little unconfident, who would pick up rotten eggs to buy them, isn't it stupid.

Unexpectedly, the people in front of him nodded like chickens pecking rice.

The stall owner patted his head and hurriedly took out the basin on the ground.

"Xiao Lao'er just said that there are absolutely no bad eggs in the place, but there are a lot of bad eggs in this one that has not been put out, whether it is rotten eggs or rotten bird eggs, stinky salted duck eggs, Xiao Lao'er has everything in it, don't go."

After the stall owner finished speaking, he felt that he was crazy again, how could anyone want to buy these rotten eggs that no one wanted, wouldn't he have nothing to do?

But unexpectedly, when these people in front of him saw the pot of rotten eggs in his arms, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they took out the money.

"Give me, give me ten first!"

"I want twenty!"

"Give it to me, give it to me first, I'll say it first!"

"I'm doubling my money! Give it to me first! ”

"I'm tripling!"

"Don't cut in line, I'll be the first to say it!"

"Don't push me!"

Seeing that, there was not a single rotten egg left in the big pot full of rotten eggs in front of him, and the money and silver on the stall were piled higher and higher.

The stall owner was stupid.

stared blankly at the group of people who walked away with rotten eggs on their shoulders and shoulders under the scorching sun.

The stall owner's eyes turned back to the empty basin in front of him, the stall owner wiped a handful of cold sweat and patted his face, was he dreaming?

His face hurt hotly, no, he wasn't dreaming, so why was it so mysterious?

After a long while, the stall owner came back to his senses, suddenly smiled, opened the small door behind the stall, and shouted loudly,

"Old woman, bring me all the rotten eggs from yesterday!"

"Hahaha, it's finally time for this day, we're going to get rich!"

A broom was thrown out of the hall,

"you, take a rotten egg bath, you!"

On this morning, the egg stall owners on this street had a life of doubt.

Invariably, he poked his head out and looked at the group of people holding rotten eggs, watching them walk farther and farther, and the happy smile still echoed in his ears.

Rotten egg stall owner: "......"

The group walked towards the gate of the palace in a majestic manner, and those who didn't know thought it was some assembly, and followed them to the palace house.

Talking about the troubles along the way, I probably understood what I was doing.

Looking at the rotten eggs in everyone's hands, the people who had nothing in their hands also bought rotten vegetable leaves and bad cabbage heads.

The ranks are getting bigger and bigger, and there are still people joining,

"Eh, what are you doing here?"

"You don't know this, Your Majesty ordered the Meng family to apologize to Miss Gong Jia's three kneels and nine kowtows, we are going to see it."

"Really?"

"That's nature, and the words of the Holy Chrysostom can still be false."

"Then I'll have to check it out, too."

"I've watched this play more than three times, and I watch it in the garden every day, but I cry over and over again, and every time I see that Watson, I hate it so much."

"So, walking?"

"Let's go and see with you."

Chu Ranyu stood on the platform, standing with his hands in his hands, and under the platform, the pedestrians on the street walked in one direction.

Guan Wushu sat at the tea table, picked up the teacup and took a sip unhurriedly,

"Shizi, it's still early, why don't you sit down and drink tea first."