Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan and Lu Mingbi wrote poems. After three-quarters of an hour, Ma Xiaoquan had written thirty-seven poems by Li Qinghan, while Lu Ming had only written twenty-two...
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The moment came quickly. Lu Zhan looked at Lu Ming, who was sweating profusely, and announced helplessly that the time was up.
The result of the competition is obvious. Ma Xiaoquan has thirty-seven poems and Lu Ming has twenty-five poems. There is a difference of twelve poems between the two. In this disdain for the number of poems, Ma Xiaoquan wins.
Lu Mingtie stood up with a livid face and stared at Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan spread out the rice paper in his hand and looked at Lu Ming proudly.
Lu Zhan sighed and said, "Tomorrow, I'm willing to admit defeat, come on."
Lu Ming gave his grandfather a miserable look, walked up to Ma Xiaoquan, swung his sleeves twice, and prepared to kneel down.
Ma Xiaoquan stopped Lu Ming with one move.
Lu Zhan was overjoyed, thinking that Ma Xiaoquan is quite sensible, otherwise the Lu family would be really embarrassed.
"Mr. Lu, forget about kneeling down or something. I'm just betting that if I really want Lu Ming to call me grandpa, I'm afraid Lu Ming wants to die..." Ma Xiaoquan glanced at
Li Qinghan saw his sister-in-law nodded approvingly to him and continued, "But if you lose, you lose. Since you kneel down and ask Grandpa for mercy, you can be spared, but on the other hand, your Lu family has to make up for it for my Ma family."
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Lu Zhan frowned: "It's easy to say, my Lu family is not a scoundrel! Tell me, what do you want?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Mr. Lu, I heard that you recently got a batch of special rouge from Japan. I think it would be a good idea to give it to my sister-in-law."
Lu Zhan laughed and said, "I'll tell you something, fine. That's it. I'll give you Rouge!"
Li Qinghan looked at Ma Xiaoquan in surprise. She did not expect that Ma Xiaoquan won the bet to win rouge for her.
"There's one more thing," Ma Xiaoquan said with a smile.
"Anything else?" Lu Zhan was a little unhappy.
"Actually, this matter is very simple. Mr. Lu, please tell Fang Shoufu that resigning and returning home is actually the wisest choice!"
After Ma Xiaoquan finished speaking, he picked up the poems Li Qinghan had written before and burned them to ashes in front of the candles. Then he took Li Qinghan's hand and walked out of the main hall of the Lu family laughing.
When he reached the door, Lu Zhan stopped Ma Xiaoquan and ordered his servants to give Ma Xiaoquan some Japanese rouge.
"The head of the family has said that if you lose, you must be able to afford to lose. I will give you Rouge. Master Ma Si will not give it away!"
Ma Xiaoquan snorted coldly, laughed and handed the rouge to Li Qinghan.
After leaving the gate of Lu's house, Li Qinghan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Ma Xiaoquan and asked, "Who are you and why do you know poetry?"
Ma Xiaoquan scratched his scalp and said, "Of course I am your brother-in-law. Could it be that I am a god?"
As the saying goes, one has short hands. If Ma Xiaoquan had said this before, Li Qinghan would have already taught him a lesson. However, holding the Japanese rouge that Ma Xiaoquan gave her, Li Qinghan said softly: "Ma Xiaoquan, you are dishonest.
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Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Sister-in-law, you're not at a loss, are you? Come with me, I'll take care of my business, and you'll get the rouge, we'll win-win, haha..."
Li Qinghan curled his lips: "Ma Xiaoquan, in fact, the purpose of your coming to the Lu family this time is to say the last sentence, right?"
"I can't hide anything from my sister-in-law, haha...Okay, no more talking, let's go home and report the good news to grandma."
Li Qinghan grunted and followed Ma Xiaoquan one after another on the sedan chair.
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Not long after the two left, a servant of the Lu family slipped out from the side door. Beside the side door, a beggar squatted on the ground, staring listlessly at the broken bowl in front of him.
The servant of the Lu family looked around to make sure there was no one else there, and then whispered: "The four sons of the Ma family came here and defeated Lu Ming... The Ma family has not formed an alliance with the Zhejiang Party. ....." After the man finished speaking, he looked around again and then went back to Lu's house.
The beggar at the door did not move from beginning to end. After the side door was closed, the beggar stood up feebly, stretched out, picked up the broken bowl in front of him, and walked forward slowly... .
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On August 29, the 48th year of Wanli reign in the Ming Dynasty, in the room of Emperor Taichang in Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Changluo weakly kneaded the breasts of a beautiful woman next to him and asked: "I feel ill today. Go and call Fang Congzhe and others..."
The beauty nodded, quickly put on her clothes, and dictated the emperor's words to a eunuch outside the door.
After a while, Fang Congzhe and other important ministers arrived. Seeing Zhu Changluo's earthy complexion, Fang Congzhe and others were shocked.
Zhu Changluo glanced at Fang Congzhe and others, and said slowly: "I feel that my life is not long. You must fully assist the eldest son and prince Zhu Youxiao, and assist him to become a king like Yao and Shun..."
Fang Congzhe shook his head and said: "Your Majesty has a long life, why do you say such depressing words?"
Zhu Changluo gritted his teeth, suddenly remembered something, and asked Fang Congzhe: "Is there any tribute from Honglu Temple?"
Fang Congzhe replied: "Li Kezhuo, the Prime Minister of Honglu Temple, claims to have magical elixirs, but I can't believe it."
Zhu Changluo was originally breathless, but when he heard the "magic elixir", he immediately opened his eyes wide and ordered someone to summon Li Kezhuo.
Fang Congzhe and others had no choice but to retreat outside the palace and wait.
At this time, Mrs. Ma came with Ma Xiaoquan. Seeing Fang Congzhe and others waiting outside the palace, she asked doubtfully: "Master Chief Assistant, why don't you go in?"
Fang Congzhe glanced at Mrs. Ma, then at Ma Xiaoquan, shook his head and said: "The emperor urgently summoned Li Kezhuo to offer some elixir..."
"What? The elixir?" Mrs. Ma looked at Ma Xiaoquan nervously.
Ma Xiaoquan patted Mrs. Ma's hand and whispered: "Grandma, don't panic, this matter has nothing to do with my Ma family."
Fang Congzhe looked at Ma Xiaoquan, came over and whispered, "You must be the fourth son of the Ma family. Well, Lu Zhan brought your words to me."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and looked at Fang Congzhe. Just as he was about to speak, he saw someone walking over in a hurry.
Fang Congzhe frowned: "Li Kezhuo is here."
Ma Xiaoquan turned to look, and saw a middle-aged man in Taoist robes hurriedly walked forward, bowed slightly to Fang Congzhe and others, and then entered the Qianqing Palace.
Fang Congzhe and others followed Li Kezhuo and entered Qianqing Palace together.
When Zhu Changluo saw Li Kezhuo coming, he quickly removed his hands from the beauty's breasts and sat up against the eunuchs.
"Li Aiqing, you're here. I heard you have a magical elixir?"