my wife is queen

Chapter 60 Master
The river is clear and the weeping willows are shady.

As the weather gets warmer, the spring colors on the banks of the Jinshui River become more intense, and the sound of pipa singing from the boats and boats adds a bit of charm.

The livelihood of Qingguan people is several times better than that in winter. Some benefactors who are staying at home and do not want to go out have started frequenting cruise ships and painting boats in the name of outings.

Li Mian was still sitting in front of the window lattice between the eastern tip, smelling the fragrance of the loquat tree outside the window, perseveringly practicing the thousand-character prose.

After many days of perseverance, there is not much left, and there are still a few pages to finish.

Li Mian stretched himself, took a sip of the clear tea from the pine flower glaze teacup, and found that the tea had cooled down.

He couldn't help raising his eyelids, looked around, and looked for the figure of the pheasant slave.

The pheasant slave usually looks confused, but he is very good at taking care of others. He is caring and considerate at the same time.

As long as she was sitting in the study in Dongshao, with her slender arms supporting her small head in a double-ringed bun, eating candied fruit in her mouth, she looked sweetly at my uncle repairing the book.

It will not let the tea in the cup cool or overheat, and always maintain the right temperature.

The tea in Li Mian's hand has cooled down, there is only one possibility, the pheasant slave is not sitting in Dongshaojian's study, and ran out to do other things.

Just when Li Mian was about to stand up, he walked to the mahogany incense table and poured some hot water into the teacup with a pine flower glaze teapot to ease the cold water in the teacup.

"Uncle and uncle." The pheasant slave ran into the study with a goose-yellow skirt in her small hand, and said with a big breath: "Sun Chuanting came to look for uncle again, and he is waiting in the flower hall. This time, this servant did not forget to remind you Uncle, you don’t need Yunniang to remind you.”

Li Mian looked at the cute appearance of the pheasant slave, and stretched out his hand to rub her face, kneading it like kneading dough, so that the air leaked out when he took a big breath.

Unsurprisingly, the pheasant slave showed an angry look again, and didn't want to talk to my uncle anymore.

Li Mian smiled, turned around and walked out of the Dongshaojian study room, followed the corridor to the flower hall in the front yard.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Sun Chuanting stand up in embarrassment, cupped his hands, and said with a bit of annoyance in his tone, "I don't know who made it up on his own, found Dongchang's relationship, and arrested him in the name of selling private salt. After Sun Yifa left, he was directly imprisoned in the Imperial Prison. I heard that he suffered a lot in the Imperial Prison and was tortured by the Dongchang fanzi in various ways, and finally he was tortured to death."

After Sun Chuanting said this, his face was full of regret and pity: "It would have been nice if Sun had gone a day earlier, so that he wouldn't be caught up first by others. Now it's all right, the matter of hiring Jin Guan to be the master of money and grain has come to nothing. See Lai Sun Yifa often offended the officials and gentry in the capital, seeing the opportunity to torment him to death, he did not hesitate to give up the favor of Dongchang, and tortured him to death under the pretext of selling private salt."

Selling salt?

Hearing this excuse, Li Mian couldn't help feeling that there were so many high-ranking people in Dongchang, even if the eldest son of an important faction of Donglin Party was tortured to death, it still wouldn't stir up much public opinion.

Of course, this public opinion is not the common people, it refers to the impeachment of Dongchang flying to Emperor Jiazhen's desk like a snowflake.

The Donglin Party has all kinds of intertwined interests in the Lianghuai Salt Fields. It can be said that no one can touch it. Even if one of his own people sells private salt, it will cause the Donglin Party to attack.

Dongchang tortured Sun Yifa to death under the pretext of selling private salt, which would only arouse the resentment of Sun Yifa's father and several of his father's friends, who wrote a letter of impeachment and sent it to Emperor Jiazhen's desk.

As for the other Donglin Party officials, they would not take the initiative to help, but would just sit on the sidelines.

With their own interests involved, Donglin Party officials would not help Sun Yifa who might infringe upon their interests due to their ruthless nature.

On the contrary, Li Mian comforted him: "It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, and when we need to ask Brother Sun for help again, it won't be too late for us to discuss the matter of being Master Qianliang."

Yunniang hadn't gone out to eat or drink with the uncle for many days, and heard that the uncle had finally left Dongshaojian's study, and hurriedly chased after her.

She found the uncle in the flower hall, and just heard what the uncle said to Sun Chuanting, she couldn't help but snickered.

At the same time, he secretly admired his aunt's shrewdness in his heart. Sun Chuanting, the most difficult person in the capital, was easily handled by his aunt.

After Sun Chuanting heard this, he couldn't help crying and laughing, but he could only curse and say: "Jin Guan has grasped Sun's lifeline, knowing that Sun wants to do something practical for the country, so he uses it as the master of money and food." Take it as a condition for asking me to do something."

Not only did Li Mian not explain, but he nodded in agreement, and then patted Sun Chuanting on the shoulder: "Brother Sun has hard work without credit, let's go, please go to Chen Yuanyuan's stall to eat a bowl of tofu flower."

When Sun Chuanting heard him call Chen Yuanyuan casually, he said in his heart that he was not envious, but that was a lie.

In the entire capital, Li Mian was the only man who could kindly call out Chen Yuanyuan.

Other people, no matter they are princes, dignitaries, officials, gentry or talented scholars, will only respectfully address Chen Yuanyuan as Master Chen.

With Sun Chuanting's identity and status, there are not many things that can make him emotionally fluctuate. One is to do practical things for the court to reform the sea, and the other is to be lucky enough to hear Chen Yuanyuan's pipa singing.

Just listening to the music, nothing else.

Sun Chuanting was one of the few people in the capital who had no intention of marrying Chen Yuanyuan. Given his status, he could not decide the marriage.

However, these two matters were easily handled by Li Mian.

Sun Chuanting stood up, walked outside together, and sighed: "Sun should have known Jin Guan earlier."

Li Mian stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked at Sun Chuanting puzzledly: "Brother Sun, what do you mean by that?"

Sun Chuanting said with a smile: "If I knew you were living in a temple, I should have asked my grandpa to accept you into the gate wall and study in the ancestral hall with Sun. As long as you grow up with Sun, you will know that Sun I lost my prestige among my peers, so I dare not talk to me so casually."

When Li Mian heard the word prestige, he couldn't understand what it meant. A child's prestige was only based on one thing, his fist was hard enough.

The two incidents in succession made Sun Chuanting wrong, and made him have the urge to beat someone, and he still wanted to grow up with Li Mian.

From childhood to adulthood.

Li Mian said seriously: "Within ten steps, maybe I am no match for Brother Sun, but beyond ten steps, I am invincible in the world."

Invincible?

"Haha." Sun Chuanting almost burst out laughing when he heard this word, and looked at Li Mian carefully: "I didn't expect Jin Guan to be quite good at joking, and he even said the words that the world is invincible. Big things kids say at their stupid age."

(End of this chapter)