The request for advice from Shuntian Mansion made Jiang Tuzi and Li Xiaozi unhappy. They knew that the parents of Jinling City must have come here to interfere with their building smashing. They were determined not to see each other, but this matter was not as disgraceful as Zhou Baoguo handling the case in Sanshan Street, so he asked Zhou Baoguo to bring someone and hear what nonsense about Shuntian Mansion. If this guy was rude, he would just ask someone to be kicked out. Anyway, Shuntian Mansion could not control the sky or earth. If this guy was tactful, then this matter would be pushed to him today and asked him to do it, so that he could save a lot of trouble.

Wang Tianlin came over with fear under the gaze of the personal soldiers and saw the girls being held in custody crying, especially when Liu Zimei saw him, she seemed to see her relatives, and she looked embarrassed. He and Miss Liu were nothing.

"The lower official Wang Tianlin has met the Marquis of Xin'an, and the Uncle Dingshuo!"

Before Wang Tianlin came, he didn't know that it was Xin'an Hou and Dingshuo Bo who caused trouble. He didn't know until Decuilou came. He had never heard of Xin'an Hou and Dingshuo Bo before, but his names were well-known. Just before, Dingshuo Bo was openly scolding the heroes who were recovering on the street as bitches. He was not at all taboo. No one dared to mention this matter afterwards. This shows how this Dingshuo Bo was trusted by the King of Qi. The Xin'an Hou was even more amazing. It is said that when he was in Guangdong earlier, he dared to shout "the general is the emperor". He really belonged to the kind of person who killed pigs and did not fear boiling water. Therefore, Wang Tianlin was very nervous. He wondered if these two people would give him face to Shuntian Mansion and make good things today.

"What's wrong with Shuntian Mansion?"

Jiang Tuzi snorted slightly. He thought Shuntian Mansion would tell them a stern face, but he didn't expect that the other party would invite them to the banquet.

Go to a banquet?

The blind monk Li was confused. He had no relationship with the officials in Nanjing. He was doing something to smash under the rule of Shuntian Mansion. The Shuntian Mansion was caught in the forehead and wanted to come over to invite him to have a drink.

Jiang Tuzi rolled his eyes, laughed dryly, and then said to Wang Tianlin with surprise: "I heard that the prefect of Shuntian was loyal to the magistrate of Shuntian, who was full of energy and diligent in government affairs, and governed Nanjing without closing his doors at night. Everyone was peaceful, the people were well-fed and well-dressed, and the government was honest and honest. It was rare for me to have an official like you in the Ming Dynasty. It was a blessing for the emperor and the people!"

"What the Marquis said is really a destruction of the lower officials! The lower officials are just doing their duty as a minister. The lower officials have always reminded themselves that the people should be the first priority in everything. It is the lower officials who manage this Nanjing well. If the ruler does not manage it well, it is not the lower officials. The lower officials are so frightened, and that is absolutely not acceptable."

After hearing this, Wang Tianlin couldn't help but feel happy. It was really unexpected that Xin'an Hou had such an understanding of him.

"There is no need to be modest in Shuntian Mansion. Let me tell you, who invited my brother to the banquet? It's impossible that you really paid for Shuntian Mansion, right?" Jiang Tuzi smiled and turned the subject and went straight to the point.

Wang Tianlin was a little embarrassed, but when everyone came, he could only say with a tough look. He said, "In fact, Xiaguan invited the two lords to the banquet on behalf of Du Jiude, the owner of Decui Building."

"The owner of this building?"

Jiang Tuzi frowned. Wang Tianlin observed the words and looked at him, thinking that the Xin'an Hou was unwilling. He was about to persuade him, but he saw the Xin'an Hou laughing and said that since someone invited him to drink, he would go there. Hearing this, Wang Tianlin immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Just agree, just agree.

Jiang Tuzi responded with a mouthful, but Blind Li refused. He beat and smashed it happily, so he was not willing to eat the banquet of the host in this building. Jiang Tuzi secretly pulled him, and then followed him reluctantly. When he left, Blind Li was so angry that he ordered Zhou Baoguo to continue smashing it. He was not allowed to stop before he came back, and he had to watch over everyone in the yard, and he could not let anyone go. Wang Tianlin listened to him and dared not speak, so he could only smile bitterly. The whole person was the whole person.

Du Jiude's lobby was crowded with people in the lobby of the east mansion of the city. In addition to his Du family, he actually invited other wealthy businessmen who had contact with each other. When Jiang Tuzi and Li Xiaozi came to Du Jiude's house with Wang Tianlin, Du Jiude had already led the family to meet at the door to welcome him. After some politeness, the Hou and the Bo were welcomed into the main hall as if they were surrounded by stars.

"It is a great honor for Du to be able to visit the house with Marquis Xin'an and Uncle Dingshuo. Some gifts are not worthy of respect. Please accept them with the two lords!"

Blind Li was illiterate and was too lazy to read the gift list. Although Jiang Tuzi didn't know anything, he had been teaching in the army for a while under the strict orders of Zhou Shixiang in the past two years. He could not read the book, but a gift list could still be read casually. He glanced at the gift list, smiled slightly, handed it to Jude beside him, and then smiled and said to Du Jiude: "This marquis is a soldier who knows nothing about human relationships and worldly affairs, and doesn't know what to give you back, so just don't give it to avoid looking too vulgar."

"It is vulgar to give some filial piety to the people. How can you ask the marquis to be as simple as me? You are polite to me, please come in there!"

Du Jiude didn't expect these two lords to give him any gifts, so he didn't mind what he said. His purpose was very simple. As long as these two people could have a meal at his house and resolve the affairs of Decuilou. Now that the purpose is achieved, the rest is not caring. Just now, the in-laws said that Decuilou was still slamming. Although he felt sorry for him, he could only bear it.

The guests invited by the Du family were extremely attentive when they saw Xin'an Hou and Dingshuo Bo. They all stepped forward to flatter. Jiang Tuzi and Li Jianzi were too lazy to talk to them one by one, and they responded to them in a few vague words. When they entered the main hall, Jiang Tuzi's eyes lit up because there were a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the main hall of the Du family, some of which were written by everyone in the previous dynasty, and the arrangements looked very fragrant.

Unfortunately, no matter how well the decorations are, the calligraphy and paintings are all the time. Li Jianzi didn't look at him. His eyes were only on the mat. However, Jiang Tuzi looked there with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a happy look. Seeing this, the Du family had a sudden inspiration and came forward and smiled with a smile on his face: "It's rare that the Marquis of Xin'an is here today. Why not just ask the Marquis to keep a treasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, several wealthy businessmen immediately agreed. Du Jiude also smiled and said, "If you can get the Marquis Mo Bao, it will be a blessing for the Du family!"

Leave a calligraphy treasure?

Hearing this request, Jiang He was slightly stunned and then realized that the other party was flattering himself in a different way, and the kind of literary fart that made people feel very elegant and comfortable. Compared with the gold and silver filial piety just now, this kind of flattery is better.

Wang Tianlin thought it was broken and flattering depends on the target. This Xin'an Hou is a martial artist, but you asked him to keep Mobao. Isn't this intention to embarrass the other party?

"The Marquis is here to attend the banquet, so why don't the meal start quickly. Could it be that the Marquis is hungry in your Du family? It would be better to leave the Mobao again."

Wang Tianlin said, and looked at Du Jiude. Du Jiude came over to know that the flattery was not suitable, so he followed: "It's Xiaomin who was negligent. Marquis quickly invites the attendance. Xiaomin will let the seat start now."

Unexpectedly, Tuzi Jiang stopped doing it. After walking back and forth with his hands behind his back for a few times, his head shook and shouted: "It is rare that I am interested in poetry. You are not serving you in papers."

This change was really unexpected by the prefect of the prefect Wang and Du Jiude and others, but they also reacted quickly and were only slightly stunned and immediately took action.

"Ah, OK!"

Du Jiude hurriedly ordered his servants to bring up the paper inkstone, and rolled up the ink in his sleeves.

"Mr. Marquis, the paper inkstone is ready, so I ask the Marquis to splash ink."

Du Jiude snatched Momo's errand, so Wang Tianlin naturally could not argue with him, so he went to snatch the flattery to do it. He said with anticipation: "Today we are fortunate to see the original work of the Marquis, which is really honorable!"

"It's such a pleasure to see the Marquis write today, haha." Everyone was very tactful.

"I know the most about what kind of people in my womb, but I hope this poem will not make everyone laugh."

Jiang Tuzi was impatient with these people talking too much and delaying their writing. Everyone did not dare to speak anymore, for fear that Wen Xing, who disturbed the Marquis of Xin'an, was frightened by Jiang Tuzi's attitude, and waited angrily. Jiang Tuzi scratched his fingers on the paper, and finally got a little head, dipped it in ink with confidence, and started writing on the spread rice paper.

No one knew what Xin'an Hou was writing on paper, only Du Jiude, who was closest to it, could see it. However, while he was polishing ink, he opened his mouth suddenly. When everyone saw him like this, they only thought that Xin'an Hou was a rough man, but in fact he was both civil and military. He wrote an excellent poem in just a short time. Otherwise, why would even Du Jiude, who had seen a big scene, be so surprised.

The gentry and businessmen who were impatient but stood behind because of insufficient identity, even tiptoed their toes high and their heads stretched out, and glanced at the paper from a distance. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and Xin'an Hou half-covered his body while writing. Even though they tried their best, they could not see what was written on the paper.

"Brother, can Jiang Tuzi really write?" Li Xiaozi didn't believe in what poems could Jiang Tuzi do.

"I saw the Marquis write when I was in the camp, but" Jude smiled dryly, and was about to say that the Marquis's words were not well written, but when he heard Tuzi Jiang shouting, "Okay!"

"alright!"

Wang Tianlin stepped forward first, and before he could carefully look at what he wrote, he praised loudly: "The Marquis is a talented man, and the lower-ranking officials are ashamed of being as good as the one!"

When he shouted, everyone squeezed up, just like Wang Tianlin. He spoke up and praised him regardless of whether he saw it or not, but no one noticed that Du Jiude's face was ugly.

"Mr. Wang, please remember the master's masterpiece for us!" Everyone rushed over, the scene was a little chaotic, and the people behind were so anxious that they screamed.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to read the masterpiece of Marquis for everyone!"

Wang Tianlin did not doubt that he had him, so he put the presbyopia's eyes on the paper and said loudly: "In the past, the Tartars were very powerful. The emperor was so scared that he only knew that he was not my Zhou Zheng. His grandmother's Zhu family had already been finished."

I just saw a new book titled "The Empire of Ming Dynasty Resurrection". Seeing that it seemed to be written by a new author, which was written from the early Southern Ming Dynasty, Gutou looked through it curiously, and found that the author's writing style was very experienced and the story was written very wonderfully. Looking at the achievements of the work, it was not very ideal. Thinking of the days when "Han'er" had endured hard because of no recommendation, Gutou wanted to help this author so that my book friends could support him. I wonder if you can give him a collection or a word of encouragement?
Chapter completed!