"Xian'er and I are close friends. It doesn't matter, Third Young Master."
Su Ping felt comfortable and raised Shen Xianer several ranks out of thin air.
When Shen Xian'er heard this, she straightened her chest and leaned closer to Su Ping.
"That's...okay."
Shen Yushu had no choice but to forcefully ignore Shen Xianer and take out a stack of paper from his arms.
The paper was spread out, and it was "About to Enter the Wine" written by Su Ping that day.
What's strange is that Su Ping remembered that he used normal black ink that day, but at this time, the writing on the paper was actually golden, as if cast from gold.
"This poem was written through the ages and has been washed by the holy will, so it has turned golden."
Seeing Su Ping's confusion, Shen Yushu reminded him.
Whether it is the 'first' of an eternal work, or it is contaminated with holy will, either of these two is enough to make this piece of paper worth thousands of gold.
When the two are superimposed, the value is even more inestimable.
Everyone present that day coveted him, but they didn't say anything because of their status.
Shen Yushu took it and returned it today in order to ease Su Ping's resentment towards the Duke's Mansion.
"Ah."
Su Ping chuckled lightly, but did not pick it up, "Then your Duke's Mansion has really made a profit. After all, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all the property of the Duke's Mansion."
Shen Yushu paused, then raised his hands and smiled bitterly: "Tzuyu had to do it that day, Brother Su..."
"okay."
Su Ping waved his hand and said calmly: "Just say what you want to say, no need to beat around the bush. I, Su Ping, have clear grievances and will not blame you for those things, but I am not so generous as to pretend that nothing happened."
"Brother Su..."
Shen Yushu was a little stunned. After thinking for a while, he understood, and said helplessly: "Brother Su is really a gentleman..."
He is the person who is most familiar with Su Ping in the entire Guogong Mansion.
It can be said that Su Ping is actually the kind of extremely cautious person in his heart.
Otherwise, I would not have been forced step by step to get married and write poems that will last forever.
But when Su Ping spoke just now, his demeanor was filled with a feeling of complete freedom and ease.
It was as if the Duke's Palace was on an equal footing in front of him.
No need to ask, Su Ping must have realized that he had someone to rely on.
A gentleman is good at fake things, and he is probably talking about people like Su Ping...
"In this case, Tzuyu won't show off anymore."
Shen Yushu took a deep breath and said: "No matter what happened before, from now on, Brother Su will be a member of the Duke's Mansion. He will be both prosperous and devastated."
"Everyone will be prosperous if they gain, or both will be harmed if they lose?"
Su Ping smiled disdainfully, "Haha, are you afraid that I will do something detrimental to the Duke's government?"
When bullshit gets better, both prosper and loser.
Su Ping was sure that even if his song "About to Enter the Wine" caused a stir in Beijing, in the eyes of those young ladies, he would still be that country pariah.
It's just that this untouchable's voice is a little louder now, and someone is listening to what he says.
Talking about sharing weal and woe, at best it means completely ignoring yourself from now on, ignoring or not stepping on you.
If he really regarded himself as a member of the Duke's government, there might be other means of suppression.
But whether he believed it or not, Su Ping did not expose it to his face.
He has not forgotten why he took the risk.
At this juncture, let the other party relax their vigilance as much as possible.
"Do not worry."
Before Shen Yushu could speak, Su Ping said directly: "Since I have become a son-in-law, I will naturally not go too far. Go back and tell them that as long as they don't provoke me, everything will be fine. On the contrary..."
What about the other way around? Su Ping didn't say it, but Shen Yushu could understand it.
Although these words were unpleasant to hear, he had achieved his purpose here and left without saying anything more. He cupped his hands and left.
Su Ping watched Shen Yushu leave, feeling pity for him inexplicably.
When she turned around, she saw Shen Xian'er looking at her with a face full of admiration and stars in her eyes.
"..."
Su Ping paused for a moment and said with a frightened look on his face: "What are you doing looking at me like this? Are you feeling like a child?"
"...You bastard! Go to hell!"
Shen Xianer's face suddenly turned red, she got up angrily and left.
"etc."
Su Ping shouted.
Shen Xian'er paused but did not turn around.
Su Ping didn't care, he took some pen and ink, and after a while he wrote the title of the poem "About to Enter the Wine".
Then he stuffed it into Shen Xianer's hand and said, "Hey, I'll give it to you."
Although it should be worth a lot of money, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone all belong to the Duke's government. If you keep them for yourself, if you don't keep them all, they will be used to make trouble someday, so just give them to someone who doesn't resent them.
"Huh, are you kidding me?"
Shen Xian'er turned her face away, but subconsciously squeezed the paper tightly in her hands.
"Do you want love?"
Su Ping rolled his eyes at her, turned around and walked out: "Remember to close the door when you go out."
When he walked away, Shen Xianer turned around and pouted dissatisfiedly: "Who is so arrogant when giving a piece of tattered paper..."
Returning to the table, she carefully folded "Jianjinjiu" and stuffed it into her arms. Then the little girl returned to her room.
………
Imperial College Classics Hall.
Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu were sitting on the floor, arguing fiercely about something.
"Are you both here?"
Su Ping pushed open the door and walked in, carrying large and small bags in his hands, "Are you discussing the storybook again?"
When the two heard Su Ping's voice, they both stopped talking and their faces turned red.
"what happened?"
Su Ping also walked over and sat down, and asked curiously.
"What's the point of asking?"
Wen Daoyuan frowned, "You still know how to come here. You thought that Xiao Shijun became famous after one poem and would no longer look down on the Imperial College."
"Well, I'm really sorry. I should have come earlier to thank Master and Duke Dongqiu, but I didn't expect to sleep for three days and just woke up this morning."
Su Ping was a little embarrassed and quickly put down the things he had brought and put them away: "I don't have a lot of money, so I'll ask two elders to have a good time. I should thank you."
"Drunk Immortal Brew?"
Yin Dongqiu's eyes lit up and he put the wine jar over, "Yes, you are sensible."
Everyone knows that Marquis Wu only had one hobby in his life: eating and drinking, and Su Ping scratched his itch.
"Look at your future."
Wen Daoyuan glanced at his old friend and said to Su Ping, "Give me your hand."
Su Ping obediently stretched out his hand.
After a while, Wen Daoyuan let go of Su Ping and sighed: "There is not even a trace left. The power of Yuan Sheng is really hard to imagine."
When Su Ping mentioned this, he suddenly became interested and asked, "Was there really a lot of movement that day?"
"The voice of Yuan Sheng can be heard throughout Zhongzhou, what do you think?"
Yin Dongqiu took a sip of wine and looked at Su Ping contentedly: "You don't know, even His Majesty..."
"Keep your mouth shut!"
Wen Daoyuan gave a soft drink, and Yin Dongqiu's opening and closing lips closed instantly, making only a whining sound.
We can't talk about this yet, especially we can't let Su Ping know about it.
This is what His Majesty told them through Jia Hongyi alone.
"Whatever you say means what you say?!"
This time, Su Ping was frightened.
He opened his mouth wide and pointed at Wen Daoyuan with a ghostly look on his face.
"It's passed."
Wen Daoyuan waved his hand in embarrassment, "I just borrowed the remaining Confucian will from the tens of thousands of books in the Classics Hall."
"Um..." Su Ping was a little disappointed.
"Boy, you probably haven't learned from someone yet, right?"
Wen Daoyuan suddenly asked.
"There have been older boys who have given me guidance, but I have never been a disciple."
Su Ping nodded.
Bang~!
Yin Dongqiu suddenly broke free from the restraints, pointed at Wen Daoyuan and cursed: "Old Buxiu, you silence me, what do you want to do?"
"Old man, you are so anxious!"
Wen Daoyuan blocked his saliva and said angrily: "I just want to say some Confucianism and Taoism things to prevent Mr. Su from making mistakes in the future. What do you think?"
"Forehead……"
Yin Dongqiu seemed to quickly realize what Wen Daoyuan wanted to say. He turned his head away in embarrassment and stopped talking.
"A matter of Confucianism and Taoism?"
Su Ping's heart moved.
"It's a secret, but not a secret."
Wen Daoyuan became serious for a rare moment. "Qianshu, you should have read it, right?"
"Read it." Su Ping nodded.
"But still remember the last part?"
"Xiao Zheng took off his official uniform and went to the palace alone, and then Emperor Qian hanged himself. The next day, Lu Zheng ascended the throne, established the Liang Dynasty, and established the Yuan Dynasty..."
Su Ping blurted out, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Wanning!"