Zhang Yangquan's eyes lit up, he walked over with Qin Lingjun, sat down next to them, and listened intently to their conversation.
I just heard the depressed middle-aged man whisper: "Master, you don't know something. Li Weigong is a descendant of Li Jie. I really don't have the confidence to know the style of the Li family."
Young Master Shanzhui hummed: "Who is Li Jie? Isn't he amazing?"
The depressed middle-aged man said: "Li Jie was a great architect in the Song Dynasty. He built many famous buildings and wrote many architectural works. In our circle, this person is highly respected!"
Young Master Shanzhui picked up the folding fan and patted the table.
"Song Dynasty? Huh, how long has it been? His descendants may not be able to inherit much of his skills. I don't believe that a thirty-year-old boy can design such complicated patterns!"
Lao Kang said: "Think about it, a few days ago, dozens of architectural masters presented drawings of the imperial palace. Almost all the most outstanding masters from Jiangnan came. In the end, Li Weigong's drawings stood out!"
Young Master Shanzhui asked suspiciously: "Could it be that he gave money to the selection officials?"
"You are joking, six prime ministers were selected, and they unanimously selected Li Weigong's drawings, which shows that his style drawings must be much better than others!"
When Zhang Yangquan heard this, his mind flashed and he finally remembered who Li Weigong was.
A while ago, Guo Niansheng and others showed him a royal palace style drawing, saying it was the best drawing selected.
Zhang Yangquan didn't understand architecture, so he agreed to build the palace according to the style plan.
I remember the name signed at the back of that style drawing is Li Weigong!
Young Master Shanzhui slapped the table again and shouted: "I don't care, this is such a rare opportunity to become famous! Our Cheng family workshop must become one of the eight major workshops for building the palace. You can come up with a way on your own, money is not a problem!" p>
Except for the two workshops selected by Zhang Yangquan, the remaining six were selected among the private sector.
For the major workshops, being able to participate in the construction of the palace is no longer a matter of making money, but a matter of becoming famous all over the world, so they are all vying for a spot.
In order to be qualified to build a palace, the chief craftsman in the workshop must at least understand the secrets of style drawings.
Otherwise, if you hire an outsider, you will get a good drawing in vain.
Zhang Yangquan finally knew why Bian Yuantong was afraid of Li Weigong.
Although this person was unknown before, his status has naturally skyrocketed since he was able to become the planner of the Jiangdu Palace.
It is estimated that the owners of major workshops are also trying their best to please him, and even the Bian family is no exception.
Qin Lingjun observed his words and said, "Husband, do you know who Li Weigong is?"
Zhang Yangquan nodded and said, "Let's go out and talk."
The two left the Red Mansion and returned to Jingmiaozhai. Zhang Yangquan told his wife Li Weigong's origins.
Qin Lingjun pondered for a while and said: "Li Weigong, a construction craftsman, why would he embarrass a famous concubine like Zhang Miaojing?"
Zhang Yangquan thought for a while, but had no idea at the moment. He waved his hand and said: "I don't want to think about it anymore. Just go to Bian Yuantong and ask clearly."
The two of them immediately returned to Jingmiaozhai, and were about to send someone to call Bian Yuantong out when they suddenly saw a carriage driving up the street, and a person got out of the car, who turned out to be Liu Bowen.
Zhang Yangquan was greatly surprised. It seemed that those rumors were not completely groundless. Liu Bowen actually came to see Zhang Miaojing, and it was during the time when he was in office.
Liu Bowen did not recognize the two of them and went straight into Jingmiaozhai.
After a while, Liu Bowen and Zhang Miaojing came out together, followed by the Bian brothers and sisters.
The four of them got on Liu Bowen's carriage together and soon disappeared at the end of the long street.
Qin Lingjun was afraid that Zhang Yangquan had gone astray, so she hurriedly said: "Husband, Liu Bowen's face is quite serious. Something big must have happened. He is definitely not here to look for flowers and willows in Jingmiao Zhai."
Zhang Yangquan smiled slightly and said, "Of course I know." He raised his hand and Yang Sanqiang suddenly ran over from behind a tree.
Zhang Yangquan gave a few instructions, and Yang Sanqiang left quickly. After a while, he came over with two horses.
Zhang Yangquan and Qin Lingjun rode towards Liu Bowen's carriage.
The two of them chased all the way to the east of the city, twisting and turning, and suddenly turned into a remote street. The terrain of the street suddenly rose up, and there was an uphill slope ahead.
There are only a few scattered houses on the top of the slope, sparsely populated and quiet.
This is the first time Zhang Yangquan discovered that Jiangdu Prefecture has such a quiet place.
Liu Bowen's carriage finally stopped. Next to it was a quaint mansion with very old courtyard walls and dense weeds growing in the outer corners.
Zhang Yangquan and Zhang Yangquan got off their horses, tied their horses to a tree, and continued walking uphill. They hid behind the wall of another dilapidated courtyard and observed the situation below.
Liu Bowen and others had already got off the carriage. They discussed a few words beside the carriage and came to the quaint house together. Bian Yuantong walked to the front of the house and knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door was a young book boy. He looked up at Bian Yuantong and was about to ask him his name when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Liu Bowen and his face turned green.
"My husband told you not to come, huh! Why don't you listen?" the little book boy said with his hands on his hips.
Bian Yuantong said angrily: "How dare you, a little book boy, talk to the prime minister like this?"
The little book boy was stunned for a moment and looked at Liu Bowen blankly.
"You, are you the prime minister?"
Liu Bowen said warmly: "Please inform Mr. Yang again, Liu Ji would like to see you."
The little book boy hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around to report.
After a while, an old man in his fifties came out.
The old man strolled in with an iron flute hanging from his waist. He was over fifty, but he showed a dashing attitude.
When Zhang Yangquan saw the iron flute, he guessed that this person was Yang Weizhen, nicknamed the "Iron Flute Taoist".
"Liu Pingzhang, why are you here again? I have already said that no matter how many times you come here, it will be useless. I no longer want to mention that matter. Please go back." Yang Weizhen sighed and said in a hoarse voice.<
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Zhang Miaojing stepped forward and bowed.
"Mr. Yang, we have found out who reported Mr. Liu Yu, causing him to be disqualified from presenting pictures! Just let us see him!"
Yang Weizhen glanced at her: "Miss Miaojing, my opinion is different from yours. To me, it's not a bad thing that he was disqualified."
Zhang Miaojing was stunned and said: "A good thing?"
"Yes, he can finally get rid of distracting thoughts, completely give up the ninth-rate knowledge of architectural craftsmanship, and concentrate on reading the books of sages!"
Bian Yuantong said anxiously: "Mr. Yang, even though you are Liu Yu's teacher, you can't hide this from him! You should also know how hard he suffered because of this!"
Yang Weizhen glanced at him, narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you?"
"I am Bian Yuantong, my brother, General Huaihua, Bian Yuanheng!"
Yang Weizhen frowned and said calmly: "One prime minister is not enough, and here comes General Huaihua. Do you want to use your power to suppress others?"
Liu Bowen took a step forward and said: "Mr. Yang, we have no other intentions. We just want to investigate the matter of Liu Yuxian's drawings. This matter involves a lot and is probably a big case!"
Yang Weizhen looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Who are you talking about who reported the disciple?"
Bian Yuantong said loudly: "It's Liu Yu's best friend, Li Weigong!"
Yang Weizhen was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"I have seen the descendant of Li Weigong. He is gentle and well-behaved. He is also my disciple's best friend. I will never believe that he would do such a thing!"
Bian Yuan said: "Mr. Yang, that's because you don't know his true face!"
Yang Weizhen glanced at him and said, "I have known Li Weigong longer than Master Bian. Don't you think it's ridiculous for Master Bian to say this?"
Bian Yuanheng said: "You don't know something. Just this morning, Li Weigong wanted to try to drive Miaojing and everyone out of Jiangdu Mansion. Based on Mr. Yang's understanding of him, is this his style?"
Yang Weizhen was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhang Miaojing: "Is there such a thing?"
Zhang Miaojing said softly: "I don't dare to deceive Mr. Yang. If it weren't for Mr. Bian's help, Miaojing would have nowhere to stay tonight."
Yang Weizhen was silent for a while and said, "Why did he drive you away?"
Bian Wenjun interrupted: "It was Sister Miaojing who first discovered that the person who harmed Mr. Liu Yu was Li Weigong, and went to the Yushitai to report the case. Then Mr. Liu came to Mr. Liu Yu to find out about the matter."
Yang Weizhen's face sank, and he ordered to the book boy: "Go to the Li Mansion and ask Mr. Li to come over."
The little book boy agreed, took a little donkey out of the house, and went downhill along the street.
Liu Bowen slowly said: "Mr. Yang, can we go in and see the disciple!"
Yang Weizhen looked hesitant.
At this moment, just the sound of footsteps was heard, and a haggard young man slowly walked out of the house and knelt at Yang Weizhen's feet.
"Teacher, the students have heard what they just said. The students want to say a few words to them. Please ask the teacher for permission!"
Yang Weizhen glanced at him, sighed, and said: "That's fine, I don't care, you can handle this matter yourself." He turned and returned to the house.