Although Yingliang's County Magistrate Jin Lanting was an official born from a local Beiliang family, he was more of a scholar than an official. He did not look forward to climbing up the ranks of the bureaucracy. He only wanted to climb high, write poems, raise geese, pick chrysanthemums, and sing many poems with Yongzhou's famous courtesans. However, when he heard that the King of Beiliang's eldest son, Hsu Fengnian, was going to stay in Yingliang, and his long-time friend, Uncle Zheng Hanhai, had given him such a big meat pie, Jin Lanting's heart was boiling with excitement. Yingliang was not like the other counties in Yongzhou. After all, it was a bit too close to Beiliang, so it could not be considered to be under the sole pillar of the dynasty. However, in the end, there were many things that required him to look up to Beiliang. To be able to be on good terms with His Royal Highness was a great thing. However, even though it was a good thing, Jin Lanting, who had a lot of mysophobia, still had the beauties in his family leave the residence under the pretext of going for a spring walk. If by any chance His Royal Highness, who had a terrible reputation, took a fancy to them, Jin Lanting was afraid that he would be suffocated to death by a few unexpected green hats.
After arranging and cleaning the residence to perfection, Jin Lanting happily went thirty li outside the city to welcome the guests. However, a heavy rain doused Jin Lanting's fiery heart with ice-cold water. The group of people did not even see the shadow of His Royal Highness! When he returned to the city, he was blocked outside the courtyard by a maidservant. He was almost laughed to death by the group of martial artists led by Tang Yinshan. At the time, Yongzhou's Secretary Zheng Hanhai, who was still wet from head to toe, could not keep his old face. He waved his sleeves and left on the spot. Jin Lanting also had the spirit of a scholar. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind, but this residence was his, so where could he go? Fortunately, the icy- cold servant girl behind her took the opportunity to inquire about the old Huang Li case, which was one of Jin Lanting's well-known anecdotes in Yongzhou. Immediately she had a good impression of His Royal Highness, who had a unique insight.
The night was long, and Jin Lanting woke up with bloodshot eyes. However, the steward of the residence came early in the morning to complain that the oldest and strongest peach trees in the backyard had been chopped down. His Royal Highness' servant girl said that the peach trees were of the best quality and wanted to use them to make a few peach wood swords. Jin Lanting, who was putting on his clothes, gritted his teeth and endured it, telling the steward to not get involved in this matter. However, without waiting for Jin Lanting to swallow his resentment, a small steward who specialized in raising white geese came howling in grief and sobbing. He complained to Jin Lanting about His Royal Highness' evil deeds of killing geese to roast meat. Jin Lanting clutched his chest. This weak scholar, who was quite famous for his poetry in Yongzhou, angrily turned around and took down an ancient sword that was hung on the wall as a decoration. His face turned purple, and he was about to fight it out with His Royal Highness. The two stewards saw that their master was about to lose his mind and did not care about offending their superior. They hurriedly blocked the figure of Jin Lanting. One of them grabbed the sword, the other grabbed the waist. Jin Lanting's body was as weak as a woman's. He struggled for a moment, then stomped his foot and threw the ancient sword that he had bought with a lot of money, which he had not unsheathed from its scabbard, to the ground. He sighed and was in a daze.
Originally, he thought that his bad luck had come to an end. Who would have thought that a head maidservant would hastily rush into the courtyard and whisper that the two furens had somehow been invited back to the residence. At this moment, they were roasting a goose together with His Royal Highness. After Jin Lanting heard the grievous news, he immediately fainted. Several servants hurriedly supported the county magistrate into the room in a fluster. That tall and handsome looking His Royal Highness was truly a devil's fiend that seeing once was better than hearing a hundred times ah. After just one night of peace, the elegant and graceful Yingzhu Saburo Jin was already lying on a sickbed. The head steward thought for a bit and prepared to go find Old Master Jin of the old residence to ask for a countermeasure. His Royal Highness did not seem to want to immediately leave Yingzhu. He could not possibly let him bring disaster to this residence.
With great difficulty, the head steward waited until his master faintly woke up. Then, he saw His Royal Highness' maidservant standing outside the room and faintly said, "His Royal Highness wants Jin Lanting to first take a few knives and familiarize himself with them. He wants to teach the two furens how to write 'Cooking Goose Notes'."
The pitiful Jin Saburo was half dead as he shouted, "Zheng Hanhai harmed me" before fainting again.
At the lakeside, His Royal Highness was in the middle of a shady business of burning the zither and cooking the crane. Just now, he had personally chased a flock of Jin Lanting's beloved white geese from the shore to the lake and made a deal with Jiang Ni. Her rowing the boat was equivalent to reading a thousand word essay. Then, Hsu Fengnian used the wooden oar to skillfully knock out two of the fattest white geese and then carried them back to the shore. A good lake and a flock of geese had been disturbed until only the sound of the geese was left.
On the shore, the two beautiful furens who had been invited back to the residence early in the morning were speechless. One of them was slightly older and had the charm of a young married woman. She was a woman from a noble family in Yongzhou. The other had just entered the residence not long ago and was in the prime of her youth. Although she was young, her figure was slender where it should be and straight where it should be. She was a green and lovely person. Her identity and background were difficult to fathom. It was just that she was an unruly and romantic scholar. Within the dynasty, she had always been the talk of the peddlers and soldiers. A talented scholar and a beautiful woman. Even if another thousand years passed, it would still be a good thing. Which great literary master did not have a few close female confidantes who could warm his bed and raise his face outside?
Studying, being able to read a thousand grains of rice and being able to read a jade-like beauty in bed was true ability.
Unfortunately, these words were made up by His Royal Highness, who was roasting the goose, and could not be taken seriously.
Hsu Fengnian was able to easily roast fish and roast sweet potatoes, let alone roast the goose that the two furens were dumbfounded by. Other than ruining the white geese that this group of refined scholars liked to rear, he had someone lead Grandpa Wei to the peach orchard early in the morning to find good peach wood. It seemed that he was deliberately trying to make Jin San Lang's bootlicking go wrong. Blue Bird brought over a few pieces of cooked rice paper. Hsu Fengnian handed the roast goose job to Jiang Ni, allowing her to earn a few dozen copper coins. She took out a piece of rice paper and wiped her hands. Seeing this, the two furens felt a burst of heartache. Jin San Lang was not stingy with money, but he was infatuated with these elegant things. The person in front of them was too different.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the slightly older furen, whose breasts and buttocks were naturally slightly larger. He smiled and asked, "What is the background of this Shu Xuan? I have never seen it before, but it is very smooth to use. Furen, tell this shizi about it. "
"Replying to His Royal Highness, this rice paper is called Lanting Xuan. This humble concubine's husband personally went to Western Shu to pick out some sandalwood paper and gave it to a local household that had been making paper for generations. At first, they followed the ancient method and the paper was not heavy. My husband continuously improved it and added hemp into the pure bamboo pulp. Only then did this Lanting Xuan printed with the words' Lanting Produced by Produced by Lanting 'appear. It is as white as snow and as soft as cotton. Nowadays, the scholars of Yongzhou all love this rice paper. Even the Prefecture Overseer praises it for being as soft as silk." A young woman was a young woman after all. Her courage was much greater than the young furen. Although the woman was older and lacked the natural freshness and liveliness, the taste was like old wine. After being trained by a man, it was brewed bit by bit and had a special charm.
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and said, "Furen, is it really as white as snow and as soft as cotton?"
"Isn't it? If His Royal Highness doesn't believe me, you'll know after you try it." The young woman appeared to be alarmed. She deliberately turned her head to avoid looking at Hsu Fengnian. She gently stared at the cooked rice paper. Her charming eyes were like silk. She did not look like a frightened reaction to being teased at all.
Hsu Fengnian laughed in a low voice and said, "I tried the rice paper last night. Furen's words are not false, but there are some. Why don't you try it tonight?"
The corners of the young woman's mouth curled up. She remained silent. Everything was understood without words.
As a young lady from a landowning household, her bearing and magnanimity in the ways of the world was naturally not something that the young furen, who could not even be called a pretty girl from a humble family, could compare to. Moreover, the young furen was too preoccupied with her fear to notice the vulgar and amorous words that Hsu Fengnian spoke while looking at Liu furen's chest. The young furen was only afraid that His Royal Highness would abduct her into the courtyard during the day and do those embarrassing things to her. He was Xu Rentu's biological son. As a military officer, he was a prince with a different surname. As a civil official, he had the title of Pillar of the Nation. He had the two most glorious identities of the dynasty. If His Royal Highness really broke the law and committed crimes, what would she do? San Lang must have heard the news long ago, but he had not shown himself. Did that mean he had tacitly agreed? What should she do? The young furen's heart raced. She stole a glance at the young and handsome His Royal Highness. On his waist hung a pair of beautifully matched blades. His figure was tall and slender. Compared to San Lang, he was much more confident and at ease. Moreover, his body was much more sturdy. If she was held in His Royal Highness's arms and pressed under his body … Thinking of this, the young furen, who felt ridiculous and embarrassed, felt her face burn. She lowered her head, not daring to look at the handsome young master who seemed to be able to make her commit a mistake with just a glance.
Jiang Ni listened to Hsu Fengnian flirting with the shameless old woman and did not feel anything. This was the style of the great idiot of Beiliang, Xu Xiaoyan. If he had always been that Hsu Fengnian who was obsessed with blades, she would have felt unfamiliar.
The old God of Swords had arrived at the lakeside at some point. He took a skewer of half-cooked roasted goose and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he was somewhat surprised at Hsu Fengnian's experience. He gave a rare compliment. "Kid, don't use your blade to scare Jiang Ni. Change your profession and open a roasted meat shop. I guarantee that business will be prosperous."
Hsu Fengnian dismissed it with a laugh. He was used to this old man's dog mouth. Nothing good came out of it.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
