Zhu Houzhao, the lonely Ming Dynasty, angrily snatched Yan Shenggong at the beginning!

Chapter 45: Burning Books and Burying Confucians! (Seek collection, investment, follow-up!)

The black night covers the world, and the hazy moon brings a slight light to this thick night.

The night wind blew, the shadows of the trees swayed slightly, and ripples appeared on the quiet lake.

Kong Hongxu, who had been in a trance since meeting Xie Qian, came to the agreed pavilion in the lake tremblingly alone with a cane.

"coming!"

Standing in the gazebo, Xie Qian, who was admiring the reflection in the lake with a folding fan in his hand, greeted with a smile when he heard footsteps behind him.

"what do you want!"

Kong Hongxu lost his previous kindness, and his eyes were full of coldness and aggrieved.

He is the eldest son of Confucius, the former Yan Shenggong, with a noble status, and he has never been threatened by today.

If it wasn't for the high status of the other party and the trust of the emperor, it would not be Kong Hongxu who came tonight, but a few men in black.

Then the next day there will be news that a certain minister fell into the water while admiring the moon in the gazebo of the Confucius family lake. The Kong family deeply regrets that they did not protect this minister well, and express their deepest condolences to his family and court Condolences.

Xie Qian turned around, faced Kong Hongxu who was looking at him with a cold face, gently shook the folding fan and said slowly: "No, it's not what I want, but what you think you can give."

Kong Hongxu took a deep breath, "Presumably you should know why the old man was revoked the title for some reason, and you think this matter can threaten the old man."

"Hehehe..."

Xie Qian smiled, swaying the folding fan in his hand, and walked lightly to Kong Hongxu's side.

"Mr. Kong doesn't know something. In addition to being in charge of the case of the Kong family, the emperor has entrusted me with another errand this time."

Kong Hongxu's eyes became colder.

"Then it has nothing to do with my Kong family, and it has nothing to do with this old man."

He stopped, closed the folding fan in his hand, raised it and tapped the old man's shoulder.

"Of course it has something to do with you."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come on...the moonlight is good tonight, so I prepared some beer wine, let's chat slowly."

Kong Hongxu knew that this matter would not be settled so easily, he snorted coldly, and sat on the chair directly, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Xie Qian's gourd.

At the same time, he was also a little puzzled.

It was rumored that Xie Qian was not upright and upright, and never bothered to do such dirty and despicable things?

Are the rumors wrong?

Or maybe the person in front of him is not Xie Qian, but someone else wearing a human skin mask?
Xie Qian naturally didn't know that the old man in front of him had already begun to doubt his identity.

Lifting the jug, poured a glass for each of them, Xie Qian sat down casually, picked up the wine glass and put it on the tip of his nose to smell, squinting his eyes slightly, falling into intoxication.

Kong Hongxu didn't drink, didn't touch the glass, and just looked coldly at Xie Qian who was tasting the wine.

Pouring the fine wine into his mouth in one gulp, Xie Qian savored it for a moment and praised "good wine!"

"Ha ha!"

Kong Hongxu sneered, "There are no outsiders here, so Xie Xueshi can speak up if he has something to say, and there is no need to talk about him!"

Xie Qian smiled and put down the empty wine glass in his hand.

"A few months ago, someone wrote a letter to the emperor, saying that Mr. Kong has worked hard for so many years, earnestly studied knowledge, and helped the village. He has changed his disgust for many years."

"Now that you have done good deeds for many years, you can already offset your past mistakes. It is the imperial court's recognition and reward for your good deeds to suggest that the emperor restore your title."

Kong Hongxu's heart beat violently a few times, and his hand holding the cane tightened a little.

"The emperor has no objection to this, but he hesitates considering your past mistakes."

"It happened that something happened to the Kong family some time ago, and the emperor appointed him to observe Mr. Kong while accepting the matter of the Kong family."

"If it is true that Mr. Kong has rehabilitated himself and started helping the village, doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, then his identity will be restored."

"If not, hehehehehe..."

Xie Qian didn't say any more, just looked at Kong Hongxu with a smile while holding the refilled wine glass.

"Giggle cluck..."

A sound of rubbing came from Kong Hongxu's hands holding the cane tightly. He stared straight at Xie Qian, and his breathing became heavy.

"What do you want..."

Hearing the words of respect, Xie Qian's smile grew even stronger.

Put down the undrinked drink in your hand, "It depends on what you can give."

Kong Hongxu fell silent, and after a long time he said slowly: "I was lucky enough to get a picture of Wu Daozi's Hundred Immortals, but I don't know if it's true or not. I heard that Bachelor Xie is a master of it. I want to ask Bachelor Xie to help you taste it. .”

"Wu Daozi!"

Xie Qian's eyes lit up, and there was a slight change in his heart.

However, thinking of the little ancestor, who seemed not interested in this aspect, but only liked the white silver and the glittering gold, I felt a heartache in my heart.

That is Wu Daozi's painting, so I missed it for nothing, so heartbroken!
Suppressing the pain in his heart, Xie Qian pretended to say: "I've been very busy recently, so I don't care about tasting, but I have a pair of brushes and inks in my hand. It is said that it was written by the first emperor himself. I heard that Mr. Kong is very good at calligraphy and painting. Can Mr. Kong help me taste it."

Kong Hongxu's eyelids twitched.

Good guy, I don’t even make drafts for this bragging. Why don’t you say that Emperor Xuanyuan wrote the pen and ink written by Emperor Shihuang.

He figured it out, the guy opposite was a dog-like, righteous guy, but he was also a money-grubber.

"The first emperor's calligraphy, that's great. I have always admired the first emperor, and I have always wanted to keep one of the first emperor's personal treasures. Unfortunately, I haven't found it for so many years. It has always been the biggest regret in my heart."

"I didn't expect to get a pair of the first emperor's calligraphy in the rare years. It's really a blessing from my ancestors."

Kong Hongxu clenched his teeth and said something that made him feel sick.

The muscles on Xie Qian's face trembled, and he suppressed a laugh.

Damn, that was so much fun.

The descendants of the Confucian family actually worshiped the first emperor, probably even a dog would not believe it.

"I see. I didn't expect Mr. Kong to worship Emperor Shi Huang so much. I really found the right person."

After finishing speaking, Xie Qian took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, casually placed it on the table, and stretched out his hand to lead it.

"Please look, Mr. Kong, this is the calligraphy written by the first emperor."

Looking at the piece of paper that was casually placed on the table, with a corner wet with wine, Kong Hongxu's forehead twitched with veins.

However, when he saw clearly the words written on it, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Burning books and burying scholars!"

It's really not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
The Kong family bought these four words, are you sure it is suitable?
Even if you don't mention the meaning of these four characters, just say that this crooked writing looks like a dog crawling, you are sure it was written by Emperor Shi Huang.

Why did the first emperor write on the paper with the mark of the Confucius family printed on it.

Don't tell me that His Majesty the First Emperor also worshiped our ancestors very much, so he left the logo of the Kong family on it.

Taking a few deep breaths, swallowing the blood that rose to his throat, Kong Hongxu showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Good handwriting, good handwriting, worthy of being written by the first emperor, the font is flying like dragons and phoenixes, implying domineering spirit, it can be called the number one in ancient and modern times!"

Next, under Kong Hongxu's repeated pleas, Xie Qian reluctantly sold it to Kong Hongxu at a price of [-] per word.

Kong Hongxu was very excited, and promised to send 10 taels to Xie Qian tomorrow.

Seeing receiving the precious calligraphy, Kong Hongxu was trembling with excitement, and the road was almost unsteady. Kong Hongxu, Xie Qian waved the folding fan, and couldn't help sighing.

"As expected of a descendant of a sage, I really love Wenmo to the extreme!"

ps: That... Brothers, can you come to a wave of monthly tickets to pull up the data for the little brother.

(End of this chapter)