Daming: A critical literary hero, a hundred officials kneeling and begging not to write

Chapter Seventy-Eight Seven Wounded Fist Strategy!.

Lu Wen walked up, greeted and said, “Oh? ”

“Isn’t this Chen Yong who was kicked out by the Hanlin Courtyard?”

He deliberately looked back a few times, pretending to be surprised and said, “Why don’t I see you carrying those words on your back?” ”

“Isn’t it ordinary that doesn’t leave the basket?”

Chen Yong glanced at him a few times and deliberately taunted, “Who are you?” ”

Lu Wen was instantly choked: “Also a classmate of the Hanlin Academy, you don’t even know me!” ”

“Oh?”

Only then did Chen Yong pull his throat and say, “It turns out that Mengjian Hou’s Yin joined Lu Wen of the Hanlin Courtyard!” ”

“It’s been a long time.”

“Still alive?”

“Hmph!”

Lu Wen glanced at Ning Zhiyu, tilted his nostrils and said: “In the Hanlin Courtyard, you indulged in the script, but I didn’t expect to indulge in the Qinglou again after being driven away!” ”

“Moisture!”

“It’s really depraved.”

Chen Yong stood there listening to his yin and yang strange qi, and he could feel the jealousy in his heart.

Ning Zhiyu said, “Gongzi has only gone two or three times, and I admire him in my heart and am willing to commit myself to him!” ”

“How can this be called addiction?”

“However, this scholar, I have seen you many times, every time I sit on the first floor and let loose the wreckage, hugging left and right.”

“When I was in my arms, I handed my own poems to my door like a scroll.”

“It’s already obvious to me who is addicted to it.”

“You… You talk nonsense! ”

Lu Wen was stepped on the sore spot, and hurriedly changed the topic: “Chen Yong, I wonder if you wrote your words after leaving the Hanlin Courtyard?” ”

“Hahaha!”

“Hanlin Courtyard is a place where literary styles gather, but you indulge in words all day long, and because of this, you are driven out, and the plaything is lost!”

“It’s ridiculous!”

“You think you’re talking!”

“But…”

Lu Wenyang said proudly: “Even if it is Liaozhai, he won’t be able to scream for long.” ”

“Hahaha!”

Chen Yong suddenly looked strange, how to say that sentence.

I’m standing right in front of you, but I don’t know how much like I used to be?

Lu Wen looked at Chen Yong’s strange expression, and thought that he had won the fight, and turned away. Ning Zhiyu said worriedly: “Gongzi, he just said that Liaozhai will not be able to bounce for a few days. ”

“Is someone planning against you?”

Chen Yong nodded: “If anyone is most likely, it is Lu Zhongheng.” ”

【Ding! 】

[Host, whether to exchange the past experience of Lu Zhongheng, Hou of Ji’an. 】

【Yes! 】

【Ding! 】

[Criticism points are being deducted.] 】

【Ding! 】

[Sorry, you don’t have enough critical points.] 】

【Cannot be redeemed! 】 】

Chen Yong was shocked in his heart, his so many critical points were not enough, so what did Lu Zhongheng do? However, it is now May of the twelfth year of Hongwu, the first month of the thirteenth year of Hongwu, and the Hu Weiyong case broke out.

The history books are secretive about Hu Weiyong’s case, and there are several conjectures about the process alone! Could it be that Lu Zhongheng was really plotting a rebellion?

Ning Zhiyu asked, “Gongzi, what are you thinking about?” ”

Chen Yong waved his hand lightly, returned to his senses and said, “It’s okay. ”

“Let’s go, let’s go somewhere else.”

Lu Wen walked out of the city gate and came to the outside of the Guanxiang, although he lived in the Hanlin Courtyard, he was not from a Jin Shi! Those literati of the Hanlin Academy even looked down on Chen Yong, who liked the script, how could they afford to look at him! Therefore, until now, I have lived by eating old books. You can only press everything on Lu Zhongheng!

When Lu Wen returned home, there was only an old servant fetching water and washing clothes.

“Master, are you back?”

“Hmm!”

Lu Wen looked around and glanced at the house.

Before his parents died, he left him a good family base, but because he wanted to climb Lu Zhongheng had all failed, he left such a thing.

Right now…

“Old man, how much do you say my house can be sold for?”

“Sell?”

The old servant instantly panicked: “Master, why sell the house, we have such a thing left to cover the wind and rain, barely survive!” ”

“If you sell it, you have to sleep on the street!”

Lu Wen smiled and said, “You old collapser, don’t be so short-sighted!” ”

“How long is this old house?”

“Older than my grade, and in disrepair, what use do you want him!”

“As long as Ji’an Hou’s errand is done well, there will naturally be a great reward!”

“Hou Ye, what kind of person is that!”

“A little from his mouth is enough for you and me to eat!”

The old man didn’t understand this, but he still said bitterly: “That’s the ancestral property left by the old master, shouldn’t you be cautious?”

“Cautious about what?”

“The great future is in front of us, what else is there to say!”

Lu Wen thought that he had read some books, his knowledge was ahead of his time, and he did not take the words of the old slave to heart, and hung the house to his teeth.

The guy in the dental industry saw that he was fiery, and he could see from the words that he didn’t understand anything, and he killed the price fiercely, and the last good house was actually sold for a hundred.

Or a treasure banknote!

Lu Wen had no concept of this, turned his head and begged his old servant, handed him a hundred treasure bills, and after finishing all bought books for Liaozhai, and found a place full of piles, hoping that he could accompany him to act in a play!

The old servant was soft-hearted, and the old master asked him to take good care of Lu Wen before he died, and he agreed. Lu Wen dressed up the old servant again, making him look like a scholar.

Finally, I racked my brains to make up a story and went to Ji’an Houfu for help. The next day, rumors spread in Ying Tiancheng.

There was a dilapidated household, in order to read the books of Liaozhai, he actually sold everything valuable in the house, except for a pile of identical books, he was penniless.

Now begging on the street, hungry face yellow muscles thin, just this is still chanting to the books of Chat Zhai! Most of the money from begging also bought books for Liaozhai.

His only wish now is to meet Chat Zhai!! Please talk about it!

Ying Tiancheng was sensational, and many people walked towards the rumored location, all wanting to see this dilapidated house.

“I’m really strange, there are still such people in the world?”

Ouyang Shao in Ying Tianfu couldn’t figure it out.

“You say, what do you think about this broken house?”

“I heard that the family was originally in a good situation, but because I read the script, the house I saw was gone, and the slaves all ran away, and the clothes were pawned clean!”

“Hey, we don’t understand the world of this kind of person!”

“Go, go see a lively.”

“You said, my children also like to read Mr. Tanzhai’s books, won’t they…”

“Let’s become like him in the future!”