They thought it was Pingzhang Bolu, the province of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty, who was obsessed with opera and storytelling.

Many troupes and storytellers immediately felt proud, and they usually held their heads high when performing.

It seems that as soon as Mr. Pingzhang likes these trades, their worth doubles.

The teahouses and restaurants in Jiqing Mansion became even more lively, and guests came to cheer up one after another.

In Jiqing Mansion, there was an aura of prosperity and prosperity, with singing and dancing.

In this time of war and chaos, one cannot help but feel deeply moved.

Outside Jiqing Mansion, a scribe about fifty years old rode a donkey and entered the city gate with an entourage of servants.

The middle-aged scribe was greatly surprised by the singing and dancing in Jiqing Mansion.

"It's strange. This Jiqing Mansion was besieged by the Red Scarf Army not long ago. Why can't we see any signs of panic? Instead, it looks like such a lively scene?"

The middle-aged scribe couldn't believe it. After entering the city, he walked around two more streets and found nothing unusual. He was completely convinced that Jiqing Mansion was really not affected by the war.

"The official documents I saw before were very tragic for Jiqing Prefecture to repel the red scarves. Pingzhang Bolu was even prepared to die together, so why couldn't he see it at all?"

The middle-aged scribe, full of doubts, led his servant through the streets and alleys, arrived at the entrance of an alley, and then walked to the door of a courtyard.

The middle-aged scribe jumped off the donkey, walked to the door of the courtyard, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

suddenly.

He saw an iron lock on the door, obviously the family was out.

"Could it be that Brother Bowen has already resigned and returned to his hometown?" The middle-aged scribe suddenly became confused.

At this time, the neighbor next door heard the noise and went out to check. When he saw the middle-aged scribe master and servant, he immediately greeted them with smiling faces.

"Sir, are you looking for someone?" the neighbor next door asked with a smile.

The middle-aged scribe bowed his hands and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, brother, but may I ask if the surname of this household is Liu?"

He was afraid that he had remembered the wrong address, so he asked first.

"Yes, it turns out that Liu Shenzheng lived here, but two days ago, his family had moved to another place!" said the neighbor.

"What? Liu Shenzhen?" When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he was very surprised.

The neighbor smiled and replied: "Yes, it's Liu Shenzhen. Don't you know about Liu's political promotion?"

The middle-aged scribe looked surprised, "What I'm looking for is Liu Ji and Liu Bowen!"

"Yes, Liu Shenzheng is Liu Bowen." said the neighbor.

Later, to the surprise of the middle-aged scribe, this enthusiastic neighbor led him to Liu Bowen's new residence.

I saw that this house was grand and spacious, and it used high-quality masonry and tiles. At first glance, it looked like materials that only dignitaries could afford.

Duanduan is a majesty!

"What's the guest's surname?"

A servant obviously knew this neighbor and invited him into the concierge to drink tea. Then he turned to the middle-aged scribe and asked.

The middle-aged scribe still had not recovered from the shock.

"Is this really the home of Liu Ji and Liu Bowen?" asked the middle-aged scribe.

When the disciples heard this, they began to feel unhappy. This guest was so powerless. My master was a third-rank official in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. How could you, a poor old man, call him by his name?

"My master is Liu Shenzheng, what do you call him?" Menzi's tone was already a little bad.

"Well, since you are here, you can't leave. You can report it and say that Suzhou Shi Zhaorui is visiting!" said the middle-aged scribe.

"Guest, please wait!" The door immediately turned around and walked in.

This middle-aged scribe named Shi Zhaorui also has another self-titled name, Shi Naian!

He is the author of the famous Water Margin in history!

Just as Shi Naian was looking around at the door, he heard a burst of surprise coming from inside the door.

"Haha, Brother Shi, it's Liu Ji's fault for waiting so long!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Bowen walked out quickly wearing a cotton robe.

He was obviously in a hurry to come out, even wearing his hat crookedly.

"Bowen, long time no see." Shi Naian said quickly with a smile.

"Brother Shi, please come in quickly!"

Liu Bowen grabbed Shi Naian's hand and invited him into the hall affectionately.

Although Liu Bowen and Shi Naian were more than ten years apart in age, they were imperial examination candidates in the same year, so they had a very close relationship.

Moreover, both of them had served as officials in eastern Zhejiang, which further deepened this friendship.

Afterwards, Shi Naian and Liu Bowen had a conversation, and finally figured out the reason why Liu Bowen suddenly became a high-ranking official.

"Let me tell you, how could that idiot Bolu have the ability to make the Red Scarf Army retreat? It turned out to be Liu Bowen's clever plan!" Shi Naian said in a cold tone.

"Brother Shi, I can't help myself. My family members and friends are from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I have no choice but to join forces with Bolu Fanyao and others." Liu Bowen heard Shi Naian's sarcasm and said helplessly.

"Well, I came to Jinling this time originally because I wanted to discuss world affairs with you, but now that I think about it, there is no need for me to come," Shi Naian said.

"A major event in the world? Brother Shi, what do you think?" Liu Bowen was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in his words.

Shi Naian wanted to speak, but he shook his head, "Forget it, if you don't agree with each other, you can't work together. You are now participating in politics in Dayuan Province and have a bright future. I won't say anything else. I won't delay you Liu Bowen."

A bright future.”

Liu Bowen and Shi Naian, brothers, once had a good relationship where they drank wine and talked about ancient heroes all night long.

Now seeing Shi Naian's appearance, Liu Bowen naturally couldn't help it.

"Brother Shi, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. We are friends, so what are you afraid of?" Liu Bowen said.

Shi Naian thought for a moment, and naturally trusted Liu Bowen, so he continued to speak.

"Bowen, to be honest, when I came to Jinling this time, I originally wanted to persuade you to join me and join the rebel army!" Shi Naian said.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Vote to the rebels?" When Liu Bowen heard this, his asshole tightened immediately.

He is now half a member of the Red Scarf Army, and his role is even greater than that of ordinary rebels.

Shi Naian's words made him tremble.

However, the two of them had an irreversible friendship, so there was no need to worry about Shi Naian deceiving him.

"That's right, I joined the rebel army. Nowadays, the Mongolian Yuan has no morals, the officials are corrupt, and the people are struggling to make a living. My strength has been exhausted. Although I am young, I still have a dull spirit in my heart for many years. Now I want to show my ambition!" Shi

Naian said.

After Liu Bowen heard this, he quickly asked: "Brother Shi, where did you originally plan to join the rebel army?"

"Taizhou!" Shi Naian stretched out his hand and pointed in the east direction.

Taizhou is on the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, east of Jinling.

"Taizhou, I heard that it has been occupied by the rebel Zhang Shicheng. If Brother Shi wants to go to Taizhou, does that mean he is going to join Zhang Shicheng?" Liu Bowen said.

"Yes, I heard that although Zhang Shicheng came from a rough background, he is quite polite and virtuous. He does not burn, kill or rob the people, so he should be able to achieve great things." Shi Naian said with confidence.

In the early years, Shi Naian was an official in Qiantang, Hangzhou. Later, because he was dissatisfied with the traitorous ministers who harmed the people, he resigned and went home to study and write.

Now that the world was in chaos, and he heard that Zhang Shicheng, the Taizhou rebel army nearby, was quite capable of achieving great things, he wanted to drag Liu Bowen with him to rebel.

An old scribe in his fifties, according to the average age in ancient times, is already well into his old age.

However, Mr. Shi Naian is an old man and has an ambition to rebel.

He is indeed Shi Naian who can write the Water Margin, a story about heroes and righteousness.

However, Liu Bowen shook his head after hearing Shi Naian's words.

"It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate." Liu Bowen said.

When Shi Naian saw it, he immediately became angry.

"Of course it's inappropriate. You, Liu Bowen, are now participating in politics in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and are high-ranking officials of the third rank. How could you join the bandits like me? If it were appropriate, that would be strange!" Shi Naian said angrily.

When Liu Bowen saw this, he was not angry at all, but laughed.

"Why are you laughing!" Shi Naian's fiery temper made him angry immediately.

"Brother Shi misunderstood, I'm not laughing at you!" Liu Bowen quickly explained.

"Then why are you laughing!" Shi Naian said reluctantly.

"Brother Shi, if you really plan to make a great contribution and join the rebel army, how about I recommend a better place for you?" Liu Bowen said.

When Shi Naian heard this, he was immediately stunned.

"What, are you serious about this?"

"Haha, of course it's true. When did I, Liu Ji, lie to you?" Liu Bowen said with a smile.

"Tell me, where do you recommend me to go?" Shi Naian asked quickly.
To be continued...