[049] number row things, two Wenguang salvo fighting
Su Ping went all the way north and soon arrived in front of the Zhigong Hall.
Han Shuang followed step by step, as if determined to follow.
Is this kid a pervert?
Su Ping was speechless, stopped and turned to look at him: "Why are you following me?"
"Um... I want to join the little poet's sect and learn poetry."
Han Shuang avoided looking and said a little shyly.
There is something shy and timid between her eyebrows.
hiss……
Su Ping took a deep breath and had goosebumps all over the floor.
Seriously, this guy is a pervert!
I have long heard that the rich and powerful have a lot of fun, but I didn’t expect to see it today.
Apprenticeship?
Shit!
The drunkard's intention is not the wine, but the young master!
Su Ping calmly took half a step back.
"I know this is very rude, but don't worry, little Shijun, as long as you are willing to teach me a poem, practice, and host a banquet, you will definitely have everything you need, and you will never let me down!"
Seeing that Su Ping didn't speak, Han Shuang quickly added.
"I'm serious. Su is just a white man. He was lucky enough to compose a song. He doesn't dare to mislead others."
Su Ping said vigilantly.
"The phrase 'I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back again after all the money I have spent' means that the little poet is not a person who belittles himself."
Han Shuang refused to give up and continued: "Xiao Shijun refuses even if he is ashamed of himself. It must be because of Miss Shen's matter? I swear to God that there is no personal relationship between me and Ling Zheng, only..."
"Okay, okay, what is Ling Zheng? She is her and I am me. Don't mix them up. Whether you have an affair or not has nothing to do with me."
Su Ping waved his hands quickly.
This kid is eager to clear up his relationship with Shen Xinlan. Doesn't this once again confirm the fact that he has a habit of cutting sleeves?
"In that case, how can Xiao Shijun accept me as my student?"
Han Shuang was still a little unwilling, "As long as it doesn't violate laws and morals, I promise not to frown."
Seeing Han Shuang's firm eyes, Su Ping felt frightened.
This is a promise of never giving up until the goal is achieved...
What should I do, just run away?
Su Ping glanced around.
No, Quanyang Jingdu knows that he lives in the Duke's Mansion, so there is no need to inquire.
You have to find a way to get him to give up his thoughts.
While thinking, Su Ping glanced at the gate of Zigong Hall, and suddenly his heart moved.
"The art of poetry is extremely simple and obscure. It is difficult to achieve anything without qualifications. If you really want to learn it, then I will give you a test."
Su Ping said, pointing to the door of the court: "Let me use the title "Go to the Court". I will write out the first couplet. If you can guess the second couplet correctly, then come to Duke Dingguo's mansion to find me."
At this time, there were already couplets hanging on it in the court hall.
‘The heaven of literature and fortune opens up, winds, tigers, clouds and dragons meet; the gates of wisdom and earth open up, the jade rooster and the golden horse shine brightly.’
I don't know how long this couplet has been hanging, and the blue background has faded to white, so it caught Su Ping's attention.
Han Shuang's face became solemn: "Please give me a title, little poet."
Su Ping smiled slightly and walked away. As he walked, he chanted loudly: "The numbers line up, and the two rays of light shoot together to fight."
Han Shuang felt angry when she saw that Su Ping was sure he couldn't answer. However, after thinking about it carefully, she felt annoyed and finally let Su Ping walk away.
On this day, Su Ping made two people stay in Gongyuan for a long time with two words.
There is one upstairs in Mingyuan and one in front of the court hall.
………
Wuya Bookshop.
"I've been waiting for you to come."
Shopkeeper Liu diligently introduced Su Ping into the inner hall, "Master Su, don't you know that there are a lot of people coming every day to ask what time it is to go, and they are all powerful people in the capital, so they are not easy to blame. If you don't show up, I will They are all planning to pack up and run away."
"That's what I came here to tell you today."
Su Ping reached into his arms and took out a stack of paper and put it on the table, "This is Volume 3 of "The Prince Enters the Marriage"."
In almost an instant, Shopkeeper Liu picked up the manuscript and held it in his arms, his eyes glowing green.
Su Ping couldn't laugh or cry.
"Oh, right."
Seeing Su Ping looking at him, Shopkeeper Liu woke up from a dream and pulled out an account book from the side, "This is all the incoming and outgoing accounts since "The Prince Enters the Marriage" since Zi Xing. Please take a look at it, everyone."
"There's no need to look at it, just say it directly. I can still trust this."
Su Ping waved his hand.
"That's fine."
Shopkeeper Liu nodded, "The total input of silver is two thousand one hundred and sixty-four taels. Excluding engraving, printing and other expenses, the net profit is one thousand eight hundred and ninety-four taels. According to the contract, it will be divided according to the contract, minus the one thousand taels paid in advance."
, you still have more than five hundred taels in your account."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ping's eyes widened.
It’s been less than a month and you’ve already made so much money?
According to the selling price of 1,270 copies, this would have sold more than 1,200 copies!
Is it so easy to sell?
Just when he was wondering, shopkeeper Liu had already counted the banknotes and put the money on the table.
"A total of five hundred and sixteen taels."
Shopkeeper Liu pushed the banknotes and silver to Su Ping.
Su Ping did not pick him up.
"Everyone Su, do you think there is something wrong with the accounts?" Shopkeeper Liu asked.
"No."
Su Ping shook his head and his expression became serious, "I want to ask you to help me with a few things."
"oh?"
Shopkeeper Liu was stunned for a moment, then his expression straightened: "It's okay for everyone Su to just talk."
"I need you to help me buy some things, and..."
A quarter of an hour later, Su Ping left with a satisfied look.
This time he did not go anywhere else, but went all the way back to the Duke's Mansion.
in the room.
Su Ping sat down at the table and closed his eyes.
The next moment, talent comes into your mind!
The scene in my mind goes back to when I just woke up this morning!
Get up, change clothes, wash up, go out...
Su Ping was equivalent to taking a first-person perspective, reliving today's entire day in his mind, and could control the speed at will.
Naturally, some trivial matters were not interesting. Su Ping directly pulled the screen to the Imperial Academy and entered the classics hall.
At this time Wen Daoyuan was arguing with Yin Dongqiu about something.
After carefully identifying it for a while, Su Ping was speechless.
Which one is better, Confucianism or Martial Arts? Which one is stronger?
How childish, there is nothing to argue about...
Next, Su Ping not only did not fast forward, but even slowed down the speed of the picture more than ten times, carefully observing everything in the classics hall.
The existence of Haoqi Palace really made him curious.
However, after a long time, Su Ping never discovered it.
"Forget it, Duke Dongqiu also said that there is no way he wouldn't be able to detect it when Haoqi Palace approaches..."
The screen returns to normal speed.
Not long after, the conversation with the two bosses ended, and Su Ping 'watched' himself holding the sign and leaving the Imperial Academy, heading towards the Gongyuan.
"stop!"
The picture freezes.
This was supposed to be the most boring and meaningless section, but Su Ping made it stop.
At this time, he was standing at the intersection of Imperial College Street, walking south, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about something.
Not far from him, a man dressed as a scholar turned his back to him, wearing a bamboo hat, walking from east to west.
The scholar's profile was clearly that of one of the one hundred and seventy-two servants of Duke Dingguo's mansion!
It's okay if you dress up normally, but you deliberately pretend to be a scholar. Why?
The answer is self-evident.
If a good one is good, both will be prosperous; if one is bad, both will suffer.
Su Ping sneered again and again, and his plan became more determined.