The rise of the prince

Chapter 28 Wang Lianshan
Gillian sat quietly on the armchair, the charcoal fire in the room crackled from time to time, otherwise it was quiet.

This is different from the ordinary daughter’s boudoir. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, Danqing ink on the paper screen, a pool of white lotus is lifelike, and framed poems are hung on the walls. Wang Lianshan.

The window is open, and there is a white world outside the window. At a glance, there are rows of eaves in the snow, layer upon layer. Every time at this time, she can always feel something in her heart, burst out with talent, and write a sentence and a half.

But today, for some reason, she couldn't write a single word.

She didn't go to listen to Yulou, because grandpa didn't go either. At noon, someone ran past Xiangfu shouting, saying that someone was listening to Yulou writing a great poem, but she didn't pay attention at first.

In the afternoon, when her personal servant girl was changing her charcoal fire, she said it again, this time speaking more clearly, saying that an old man in shabby clothes wrote a poem, and then he froze to death. Where did she hear it from? She only said that she heard it when Aunt Sun in the kitchen went out to buy vegetables this morning.

She accidentally asked Aunt Sun, but Aunt Sun said that the old man was a general under King Xiao.Asked her if she saw it with her own eyes, and said she had heard it from someone.
Logically speaking, this matter is nothing more than some rumors, but when it comes to Wangjiang Tower, Li Xingzhou comes to mind.

Thinking about his actions these days, thinking of his speech and behavior, thinking of all kinds of weird things he did, I always feel that something is wrong, and I can't help but want to know more details.

She even wanted to go to Tingyulou to have a look immediately, but she would feel embarrassed if Grandpa didn't go, a girl just ran over to her house, what would she say if she really met him.

I hesitated for a long time in my heart, in a dilemma, but still didn't go.

Whether I went or not, it made me even more uneasy. Looking at the world outside the window, my thoughts slowly rose, passing through the red bricks and blue tiles, until I was beyond the sky.
If it was Li Xingzhou in the past, she wouldn't dare to think about it, because every time she thinks of it, there will only be endless helplessness and bottomless despair. She doesn't even dare to think about it. If she really married him, what would happen to her in the future? No matter what, she didn't dare, because she was afraid that she would not be able to help crying.

But now sometimes she also thinks about it, after a few days of contact with him by mistake.

Sure enough, seeing is believing, and hearing is believing.He is not as rumored.

That day in the Wangjiang Tower, he heard Mr. Zhong Li talking through the screen, and he couldn't help thinking about the past.

In fact, she and Mr. Zhong Li only met by chance. They met once at the Suzhou Lantern Festival and even praised his words.

Later, Mr. Zhong came to propose marriage, but she didn't have much impression.It's just that when you reach the age of marriage, you always have to marry someone, the order of your parents and the words of the matchmaker.

Na Zhongli is the eldest son of the third son of Zhong Lichuan, the younger brother of General Zhong Da. He was born as a Jinshi at a young age and became a county magistrate.

At that time, her father asked her that she was going to marry in the end, and it would be better to marry someone who is educated, reasonable and talented. Thinking of this, she agreed, and her father was also very happy, but she did not expect that the emperor would issue an imperial decree just a few days later. Betroth her to Li Xingzhou.

In those few days, she almost broke down. She could marry anyone, but if she married Li Xingzhou, she hid in her room and cried silently for a long time afterwards, and her life was miserable.

But after meeting Li Xingzhou and hearing what his grandfather said, everything felt different.

The villain who is famous all over the capital also had a last resort. His domineering personality was to save his life, but it was clearly a matter of life and death, that guy always laughed so heartlessly, and he was not serious when he said things.

Even when she heard other people humiliating her in the Wangjiang Tower that day, she was still laughing and arguing with He Qian, and there seemed to be a reason she couldn't understand when talking casually.He said that he wanted to revive his own restaurant, but he went to Wangjiang Tower every day, and did many strange things, such as exchanging yellow cloth for green cloth, and using expensive white porcelain dishes, it was clearly like a joke.But those who looked at him, listening to his words didn't seem like a playful act, they couldn't understand it.
For some reason, the more she thinks about this, the more she doesn't understand what kind of person he is, and the more she thinks about it, the more she wants to talk to him.
In the same case, as long as it is spread more than three times, there will be huge differences, and different versions will be produced by different populations, because any description will be mixed with more or less subjective information, and this subjectivity will be superimposed and accumulated every time it is spread. , In the end, people don't recognize the original appearance at all.

Li Ye only told Qiu'er and Yue'er that story, and never told anyone else.

Then Qiu'er was in charge of telling the story to everyone in Tingyu Tower, and the people in Tingyu Tower to the guests.Yue'er told the maid who had a good relationship in the palace, and the maid would tell the other servants, and the other servants would go out and tell the people outside. Things will definitely spread out in many different versions.

And those who finally hear the story, it is impossible to know that the story was made up by Li Ye, because even if thousands of people have heard similar stories, only Qiu'er and Yue'er know the source. Absolutely trustworthy.

This layer-by-layer expansion of the information network organization was a compulsory course when he was in the gangsters. Each layer is an insurance, and it is very difficult to trace from the bottom to the top.

When things get mixed up, the truth gets blurred.At this time, hang up the poem, a strong evidence that this thing exists.But no one can tell what the truth is, and there will be topics that attract people.

That poem is a point, with it as the center, countless sayings and discussions will be distributed and woven into a network, which can retain the attracted people.

It had been snowing heavily in Kyoto for three days, but the snow hadn't dissipated. As soon as De Gong walked out of the study, his servants immediately put on a coat for him, and walked beside him with a basin of charcoal fire.

"Master, are you going to listen to the Yulou today?" the old servant asked.

"I haven't said anything yet, how do you know that I want to go there to listen to Yulou?" De Gong asked with a smile.

"Hey, master, don't you know that there has been a lot of noise in Tingyu Tower these two days. It is said that a veteran Xiao Wang wrote a very remarkable poem in Tingyu Tower a few days ago, and then died of anger. I read it, and they all said it was a very good poem."

"Huh?" Degong frowned: "I didn't go yesterday, but I was also in Tingyulou the day before yesterday. Why didn't I see anyone composing poems?"

"I don't know about this old slave. I also heard it from the nursing home at noon yesterday. I remembered it when people everywhere said it this morning."

Inexplicably, De Gong recalled the strange actions of Li Xingzhou a few days ago, and vaguely felt that something happened, but after thinking about it, he had no clue.
"Could it be that kid is doing something? The old man will go and have a look now, you go to prepare the car."

Just as the old servant was about to step back, he turned around and added, "Master, Miss also came to ask me this morning if you want to go to the Rain Tower, or not."

De Gong stroked his beard and smiled: "Ah Jiao, call her too."

"It's master, I'll arrange it right away." Saying that, the old servant turned and left in a hurry.

De Gong looked at the snow in the yard, shook his head and said, "A-Jiao also wants to go, it seems that the kid is really good, but I don't know if it will be good or bad for my Wang family."

(End of this chapter)