Cat demon, rabbit demon?

Ren Pingsheng looked dazed, not understanding what he was talking about.

Seeing this, Chen Zhiming asked in surprise: "The prince has never raised a banshee?" ”

If the little black child is a mother, it can be regarded as having raised one.

This thought popped up in Ren Pingsheng's mind, and he replied: "It's rare to see the demon clan in the north. ”

Chen Zhiming's face showed a sudden expression, and then he raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "That son of the world can go to Baihualou if he is free, and the banshee in it has a different taste." ”

When suppressing bandits, I heard the envoy of the Demon Division mention Baihualou, which is a prestigious green building in the inner city, privately opened, and a real gold cave.

Ren Pingsheng asked, "Who is a banshee?" ”

Chen Zhiming introduced with a smile: "It's the Banshee Clan...... The prince may not know that when the demon clan transforms, it can retain some characteristics of the beast's body, such as animal ears and animal tails, which is quite interesting to play.

In addition, different banshees, the experience is also different, such as the cat demon, the arrogant nature is engraved in the bones, after buying, what you enjoy is the process of slowly taming.

Another example is the rabbit demon, who is timid by nature, and when he touches his rabbit ears, he is so frightened that he trembles, which has a different taste. ”

When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he fell silent.

He is not a virgin, but when he hears that the weak are being raised and played with, his heart is not half charming.

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Chen Zhiming observed his words, didn't say more, and changed the topic: "By the way, has the prince ever heard that the Holy Lord plans to select the top ten of Xia Miao and give rewards?" ”

Xia Miao has such an accident, how to choose?

Ren Pingsheng was a little puzzled, and was about to ask when he heard him explain: "It's still sorted according to the number of demon clans killed, at that time, there was a bachelor from the Hanlin Academy who recorded in front of the Xuanji Mirror, and the number he recorded was the standard."

Not surprisingly, the son of the world should be the first name, the second should be the little grandfather Bai Ping, and the third class may be Xiao Gongzi, or it may be the weirdo with the coffin on his back. ”

Speaking of this, Chen Zhiming was quite emotional.

Before Xia Miao, who would have thought that it would be the prince of Zhenbei who won the first place.

Those who bet on the gambling house are afraid that they will lose everything.

All I can say is...... The world is impermanent.

sighed for a while, looked up, and suddenly found that there was already a drunken flower pavilion in front, and reminded him: "Shizi, the front is it." ”

Ren Pingsheng gently tugged on the reins, controlled the horse to stop, and looked up.

An intricately shaped loft is located next to a babbling river, dotted with vibrant bamboos and oddly shaped stones.

It's also unique.

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Chen Zhiming introduced: "Among the many restaurants in Beijing, Zuihuage has a decent pomp and furnishings, and its reputation mainly depends on delicious food and opera singing and dancing...... The prince will know when he goes in. ”

Between words.

The two rolled over and dismounted, and walked to the attic.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a half-old greeted her, her face covered with fat powder, showing a look of embarrassment: "Little Marquis, you are here, I have to ask you to make up your mind." ”

Chen Zhiming said lightly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Two guests came this morning, saying that they came to taste my family's eight strange banquets, and the slave family told them that the drunken flower pavilion was chartered by distinguished guests today, and did not accept outsiders, and they also talked about a big reason, and the slave family said that they couldn't ...... them."

The shopkeeper of the half-aged lowered his head when he said this.

Chen Zhiming glanced at her: "You let them in?" ”

The shopkeeper was embarrassed: "Those two guests don't look like they are easy to provoke, slave ......"

"You mean, this boy looks like a bully?" Chen Zhiming's tone cooled.

The shopkeeper showed a panicked look on his face, and hurriedly said: "Slave, the slave family has no such meaning......

Chen Zhiming interrupted her and scolded sharply: "Do you know that the people invited by my son today are all distinguished guests, if you go on a business trip, you can afford to take care of it!" ”

"The slave family knows that it is wrong, and the slave family will drive them away."

The shopkeeper was completely panicked, and turned around to leave.

This time.

A gentle voice came from behind him.

"It's just two individual customers, let them finish eating quickly, just leave quickly, don't bother."

Chen Zhiming and Ren Pingsheng turned their heads to look, and saw a plainly dressed young man standing there, looking in his thirties, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his demeanor was the three sage kings that the two of them were talking about just now, King Jin.

"It's obvious that the Drunken Flower Pavilion breached the contract first, but when this dog thing says this, it looks like I have a small belly and chicken intestines, it's really disgusting!"

Chen Zhiming forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and bowed expressionlessly: "Meet His Royal Highness the King of Jin." ”

Ren Pingsheng arched his hand: "His Royal Highness the King of Jin." ”

"No need to be polite."

King Jin showed a gentle smile on his face, looked at Chen Zhiming, and praised: "You asked your father to go to southern Xinjiang to kill demons, this king heard about it, this is very good, the court lacks you who are brave and resourceful, and are willing to charge for the court!" ”

Chen Zhiming arched his hand: "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

The tone is stiff and the attitude is cold.

King Jin didn't care about this, turned his head to look at Ren Pingsheng, and said with a smile: "Xia Miaoshi, Pingsheng bravely killed demons, this king witnessed the whole process, the tiger father has no dogs, it's really good, there is Zhenbei King Pingsheng here, you can ensure that the northern border of my Great Zhou will be safe for a hundred years." ”

"His Royal Highness has praised it falsely, and the ministers dare not be ashamed."

Stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, even if he didn't have a good impression of King Jin, Ren Pingsheng still responded politely.

After a few more greetings, he walked into the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

Inside the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

The lobby is large and neatly arranged with more than 20 tables and chairs.

At this moment, dozens of invited Wuxun disciples have already arrived, in groups of three or two, talking and laughing.

I don't know who called: "Shizi." ”

Everyone's eyes all looked at Ren Pingsheng, and they all signaled, showing quite enthusiasm.

"The Son of the World is here!"

"The son of the world must be prepared today, if he is not drunk, he will not return."

As far as the eye can see, most of them are the children of Wuxun who fought side by side on the hunting ground, and they are not considered to be alive.

Ren Pingsheng smiled and responded one by one.

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King Jin saw that he was being ignored, his eyes sank, but he didn't say anything.

After half a stick of incense.

Only then did someone discover that the one next to the prince was the king of Jin, and they saluted one after another.

"Meet King Jin."

Compared with greeting Ren Pingsheng just now, it was much colder.

King Jin was as always, smiling and bowing slightly.

Not for a while.

The three of them walked to the front.

King Jin stood next to the main seat, looked at the two of them, and invited with a smile: "Pingsheng, Zhiming, you are seated with this king." ”

Chen Zhiming said: "Your Highness, there are a total of six seats at this table, and there are six princes who are participating in the banquet today. ”

When King Jin heard this, he thought about it and bowed slightly: "That's the case." ”

Chen Zhiming arched his hand and took Ren Pingsheng to sit at another table.

As soon as he sat down, he sneered disdainfully, and said coldly: "Heh, hypocrite, it's really remarkable for him." ”

He was still haunted by what had just happened.

Ren Pingsheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and did not answer.

Chen Zhiming scolded King Jin a few words in his heart, turned his head to look at Ren Pingsheng, and said: "The wine and food in the Drunken Flower Pavilion are still good, especially their Eight Strange Banquet, after eating, the lips and teeth will be fragrant, and the aftertaste will be long, and the prince will taste more." ”

Ren Pingsheng said with a smile: "It's to eat more, and only when you're full can you have the confidence to fight with you." ”

When Chen Zhiming heard this, he laughed: "No matter how much the prince eats today, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape this catastrophe!" ”

While talking and laughing, more and more invited noble children walked in.

The atmosphere in the lobby is getting hotter and hotter.

Chen Zhiming looked around, and saw that everything that should have come was almost there, so he called the shopkeeper and whispered two orders.

After a while, some people came to the stage to sing, and the singing tone was similar to that of Yue Opera.

“…… The younger brother's surname is Zhu, his name is Yingtai, and he is a person from Shangyu Zhujiazhuang. ”

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was stunned.

This is...... Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?

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Chen Zhiming introduced: "This is a new track from Zuihuage, called "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", which is adapted from the words of the popular Beijing teacher some time ago, telling the story of a young lady who is Zhu Yingtai, disguised as a man, went to the academy to study, and became ......a brother with a scholar who is Liang Shanbo."

Before he finished speaking, Ren Pingsheng continued: "After the two died of illness, they turned into butterflies and flew together. ”

Chen Zhiming was slightly surprised: "How does the prince know?" ”

Nonsense, that's what I wrote.

Who would have thought that it would be changed into an opera in just two or three months.

Will there be "The Legend of the West Chamber", "A Chinese Ghost Story", and "Painted Skin" next?

Ren Pingsheng thought for a while, and said casually: "I heard it a little before. ”

Chen Zhiming said: "Shizijue doesn't think that although this is interesting, it is unreasonable, after all, no matter how a woman dresses up, how can she not be found to be a daughter?" ”

As soon as the words fell.

Someone next to him took over the conversation: "Brother Chen's words are wrong, in my opinion, Zhu Yingtai was not found to be a daughter, it is human nature, and it is normal." ”

Chen Zhiming looked at the man, and his eyes showed curiosity: "How do you say this?" ”

The man raised his eyebrows and blinked: "Brother Chen might as well put yourself in his shoes, if you are Liang Shanbo, you sleep in the same bed with Zhu Yingtai day and night, and find out that the other party is a daughter, what will you do?" ”

Chen Zhiming thought for a few seconds and replied, "Tell the gentleman of the academy?" ”

“……”

Hearing this answer, the man was speechless, and said after a while: "Naturally, I pretended not to know, hid it for her, slept in the same bed, occasionally hugged and hugged, and grinded my ears and temples, isn't it something else?"

If there is mutual affection, find an opportunity to confess to her and come to the door to propose.

If you just want to have fun, you can also use this as a blackmail......"

Speaking of which, the eyebrows are raised, and everything is silent.

"This ......"

Chen Zhiming never thought that he could be like this, and he was stunned for a while before arching his hand at the man: "Be taught!" ”

The embarrassed appearance of the two made Ren Pingsheng speechless for a while.

The man was shameless and raised his eyebrows at him: "The prince thinks, is there any truth to what I just said?" ”

Ren Pingsheng: "......"

Chen Zhiming said: "You are the same as you, and your mind is full of these dirty deeds? If there is a beauty dressed as a man next to the prince, even if he finds out, he must treat him politely and will never do anything out of the ordinary. ”

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but recall that the first time he and Xiao Rongxue competed, they were only a little bit close, and the two were about to stage a battle of lips and teeth.

It's hard to say if I subconsciously had the idea of rubbing oil at that time.

That's it.

His face was a little hot, and he didn't say a word as if he hadn't heard anything.

…………

Drunken Flower Pavilion, second floor.

Xu Ruxian, the imperial history of Zuodu, tasted a lion's head with crab roe and exclaimed: "It is indeed delicious, and it is worthy of its reputation." ”

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Da Rucheng asked the priest: "You have been an official in Beijing for twenty years, and you have never been to the Drunken Flower Pavilion?" ”

Xu Ruxian said: "I came here once in eighteen years, at that time, I was only the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, and a magistrate invited me to a banquet in the Drunken Flower Pavilion. ”

Cheng Saijiu said: "Needless to say, it must be that the wine and food have not come up yet, and the magistrate is impatient to bribe you, and you will leave before you have time to eat the food." ”

"Those who know me, retreat."

Xu Ruxian put down his chopsticks and recalled: "The scene at that time, looking back, I remember vividly, a county magistrate, you can take out three thousand taels of silver at will, which is almost equivalent to a person who has patrolled the imperial history for a lifetime."

It is conceivable how many people's fat and ointment he has looted during his years as an official. ”

Speaking of this, I didn't know what I thought, and my face turned cold: "At that time, I was determined to eradicate the traitors and villains and corrupt officials in the court.

The most chilling thing is that His Majesty is more and more indulgent to these people, in my opinion, my Great Zhou River is declining, and Your Majesty is ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Saijiu: "Your Majesty also has difficulties, rectifying the rule of officials is not something that can be completed overnight, this process will definitely cause a lot of turmoil, it just so happens that these ten years are the most unbearable ten years in my Great Zhou, Your Majesty has concerns in his heart, and it is human nature to act conservatively."

Moreover, although these people looted the people's fat and people's ointment, they did get silver for the imperial court, if it were not for these silver to refine the elixir, the martial saint's injury might not be able to drag on until now. ”

Xu Ruxian didn't understand what he said.

It is precisely because of this that he has been suppressing the resentment in his heart and has not exploded.

"That's it, don't talk about that, drink."

Xu Ruxian was bored in his heart, picked up the wine cup, and drank it all.

Cheng sacrificial wine was also drunk.

This time.

The sound of the singer singing came from the first floor.

"A woman disguises herself as a man and studies at the academy?"

Cheng Saijiu was slightly stunned when he heard the content of the lyrics, and guessed: "Could it be Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who are singing downstairs?" ”

Xu Ruxian looked dazed: "What are Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" ”

Cheng Saijiu said: "A script, the students of Guozijian often circulate, and I have heard of it a little. ”

Speaking of this, he paused and continued: "Since I returned to Beijing, there have been more and more books circulated among students, and it would be okay if it was just used as a pastime, but some students have gone astray, indulged in it, and can't extricate themselves...... It's really harmful. ”

Xu Ruxian's eyes showed a hint of surprise: "The students of Guozijian are also addicted to scripts? ”

The students who can enter the Guozijian are not extremely determined to learn.

It is no exaggeration to say that all of them are masters who do not listen to things outside the window and only read the books of sages.

It is really hard to imagine that they would leave behind the books of the sages and sages, read the books, and still indulge in them, and they cannot extricate themselves.

Cheng Xijiu sighed, with a helpless expression: "There has never been anything before, it was only after that Mo Yunzhai printed a large number of scripts that this situation occurred." ”

Xu Ruxian asked curiously: "What kind of script, let's listen to it." ”

Cheng Sai said: "The Legend of the West Chamber", "The Legend of the White Snake", "Painted Skin", "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"...... There are more than ten scripts in total, the style is almost the same, and there is no signature, it should be written by the same person, but I don't know who it is. ”

Speaking of which, he was a little depressed.

Since he took over the Holy House.

Guozi has a strong style of study, hard work, and perseverance, which has become a common practice.

But it didn't come to pass, and in just one or two months, it was ruined by a few scripts.

Hearing this, Xu Ruxian hesitated for a moment and said: ""The Legend of the White Snake, I have also read it, it is really interesting, it is rumored that it was written by Ren Pingsheng in his spare time, but I don't know if it is true or not. ”

Ren Pingsheng......

Cheng Xijiu was stunned for a moment: "Which Ren Pingsheng?" ”

Xu Ruxian glanced at him and asked rhetorically: "Is there a second Ren Pingsheng in Jingshi?" ”

Put it this way.

Is it really the prince of Zhenbei?

Cheng Saijiu was stunned: "He is a martial artist, and he can even write a script?" ”

It's not that he looks down on Ren Pingsheng.

I just feel that as a martial artist and the prince of Zhenbei, there is no need to write a script.

Xu Ruxian said: "It's all difficult to travel, so what's so difficult about writing a gossip book?" ”

Hearing that it was difficult to travel, Cheng Saijiu remembered that Ren Pingsheng had made a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages, and fell silent for a while.

This time.

A cacophony of voices from downstairs came up.

"The son of the world should drink a big cup!"

followed by Ren Pingsheng's bold voice.

"Good!"

Xu Ruxian and Cheng Xijiu glanced at each other, and there was a trace of trance in their eyes.

"It turns out that the shopkeeper of the Drunken Flower Pavilion said that the charter is the prince of Zhenbei and their ......"

This moment.

Cheng Saijiu suddenly had an impulse, and went downstairs to ask Ren Pingsheng if those words were his works.

It's nothing, it's just curiosity.

After hesitating for a moment, he still restrained his impulse and looked at Xu Ruxian: "Don't talk about this, drink." ”

…………

The other side.

In the lobby.

Wu Xun's children lined up to find Ren Pingsheng to fight for wine.

Ren Pingsheng does not twist, does not refuse to come, and fights alone.

Between the cups and cups, the atmosphere reached its peak.

Not far away.

King Jin sat in place, his face gloomy.

He originally thought that these martial arts disciples would come to him to toast, and he could take this opportunity to buy people's hearts.

Unexpectedly, they ignored themselves one by one, and they all flocked to Ren Pingsheng.

It's disgusting!

Side.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng's side was very lively, the Seventh Prince couldn't help but recall the scenes in the hunting ground, and an impulse rose in his heart to toast him.

As soon as he stood up, he heard King Jin on the side say lightly: "What are you going to do?" ”

The Seventh Prince said: "Go and find Ren Pingsheng to drink." ”

King Jin said coldly: "Since ancient times, only the wine of the courtiers to the prince, when will there be the wine of the prince to the courtiers?" ”

“……”

When the Seventh Prince heard this, he hesitated for a moment, then sat back again, looking at the other side of the hot air, wanting to participate, but he was afraid of the Third Emperor Brother, so he could only sit in a daze.

Time passes.

I don't know how long it took.

Three rounds of drinking.

Everyone was getting drunk.

Suddenly, someone said: "On that day in the palace, the prince made a poem for His Royal Highness Yunhe, which was brilliant and still fresh in my memory."

Now, we are about to go south, can the prince also make a poem for us to bid farewell to us? ”