"Sister, what did you give to Uncle Rong?" Ban Heng followed behind Ban Han, "I saw something wrong with his expression."
"He's a scholar, so the rarest thing is definitely books," Ban Han said, "It's that handwritten copy of 'Zhong Cheng Lun.' Aside from the fact that it's interesting to fight wars, I can't read anything else. Let's make the best use of it. Anyway, the only copy is still in our family. "
The Ban Family was a family of generals. When they fought with the Jiang Family's founding emperor, they obtained a lot of good things. It was said that this ancestor of the Ban Family was a first-class soldier, but his luck wasn't very good. Every time they drew lots to divide the good things, other people would get gold, silver, and jewelry, but the Ban Family ancestor could only get some books, calligraphy, and paintings that no one else wanted. Perhaps because of the failure in the financial field and the success in the political field, the other families of generals that fought with the Jiang Family's founding emperor gradually declined. Only the Ban Family maintained the glory of the past.
However, this glory was probably about to disappear. The Ban Family would eventually decline like the other founding generals, becoming just a stroke in the annals of history.
"That's true. Anyway, it's useless to leave it in our family. What if it's really …" Ban Heng coughed a few times, "It's better to give it to someone who likes it than to have it stolen."
"Yes," Ban Han clapped his hands, "In ancient times, there was a story of King You playing with a fire to make his beloved concubine laugh. Today, I'm using a handwritten copy to make a beauty laugh. It's also an elegant thing."
Ban Heng was stunned for a while, then sighed with emotion, "Sister, fortunately you didn't give birth to a man."
Ban Han looked back at him, puzzled.
"If you were a man, you would be a romantic person." Ban Heng shook his head, "That's not good, not good."
Fortunately, Uncle Rong didn't hear his sister's words. If he did, then good things would become bad.
'Zhong Cheng Lun' was written by a famous minister of the previous dynasty after he retired and returned to his hometown. It contained the principles of being a minister, a ruler, and a general. It was the summary of the knowledge of countless knowledgeable people of the previous dynasty. It was said that after the collapse of the previous dynasty, this book was lost in the chaos of war. If someone could get a piece of the book, they would be sought after by countless people and treasured like a treasure. Unexpectedly … this book was actually in the Ban Family.
What exactly did the Ban Family ancestor do in the past? Why did they quietly accumulate so many precious books?
Rong Xia washed her hands and carefully opened the book. She could not help but clap her hands and praise the book after reading a paragraph. Every sentence was the essence, and every paragraph implied the philosophy of life. It was indeed a collection of the great achievements of countless masters, and it was intoxicating.
The way to be a subject, the way to be a ruler, the way to be a general …
Almost every generation of the Ban family would produce a famous general. Was it related to this book? However, when he realized that there were actually desserts in this book, and even the mischievous Tong Hua's little tortoise, this "Zhong Cheng Ji" book, which was regarded as a masterpiece by countless scholars, instantly became less mysterious.
What he couldn't understand the most was that Ban Han actually gave this book to him so easily. It was as if he had given him a stone or a flower. His attitude was so casual that it made him doubt his life. Was this really 'Zhong Cheng Lun'?
Rong Xia's house had a remnant copy of this book. So even though the Ban Family's attitude made people feel that this was not the real book, he had to admit that it was real.
A precious manuscript with an ugly little turtle drawn in the gaps of the pages!
Rong Xia stayed in the house for an entire day. He even ate in the study room. This made a few bodyguards and servants who served him very worried.
"Mr. Du, what happened to Uncle Rong?" The servant saw that the food he brought in was almost untouched. He asked Du Jiu worriedly. "He didn't eat much today."
Du Jiu remembered that before Uncle Rong and Princess Fule parted, Princess Fule seemed to have given Uncle Rong something. Could it be that the two of them had feelings for each other, so they wrote poems to express their feelings? But who in the entire capital didn't know that Princess Fule was not good at writing poems? What could she write?
"Uncle Rong has his own plans. You don't have to worry." Du Jiu thought for a while. "Don't worry."
Hearing Du Jiu say so, the servant suppressed the worry in his heart and left with the food.
That night, the study room's lamp was lit for a long time. It was only after midnight that the people in the study room blew out the candles.
Du Jiu stood under the tree and saw that the study room had finally become pitch black. He turned around and returned to his house. Uncle Rong didn't like to read at night because he felt that reading at night was very harmful to his eyes. It was an act of not cherishing his body. But today, he broke the precedent.
In the end, what did Princess Fule do to Uncle Rong?
That night, the Yan Family was also unable to sleep.
Lady Yan found that since her youngest son came back from the Shi Family's holiday home, his entire person had become dispirited. If her youngest son had some vitality before, now he was like a piece of rotten wood, without the slightest vitality.
She tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep at all. Yan Hui, who was in the same bed as her, was also tormented.
"Madam, what is on your mind that makes you so worried?" Yan Hui was once again awakened by Lady Yan's torment. He felt that he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. "If there is anything, you can tell your husband. As the saying goes, one person's plan is short, two people's plan is long. You don't have to be like this."
When Lady Yan saw that she had woken up her husband, she felt a little apologetic. But she was more worried about her child, so she told him what she was worried about.
"I didn't think that this child would value a girl from the Ban Family so much." Lady Yan's heart was bitter. "I thought that since the Ban Family's girl's marriage had been broken off three times, our family would ask someone to propose marriage. The Ban Family should agree. Which one …"
Which Ban Family refused so bluntly? It seemed that they didn't even think about marrying into the Yan Family.
Her child was handsome, well-read, and had a good character. She didn't know how many people wanted to marry into their family. The Ban Family was so untactful and made her son so sad. It was really …
"Madam, although the Ban Family doesn't have real power, Princess Ban has a part of the royal blood flowing in her body. Her status is noble. Even if she has been broken off countless times, there are still countless men who want to marry her. A good girl is sought by hundreds of families. Although Princess Ban isn't a good girl, she is a noble girl. "Yan Hui thought very clearly." The Ban Family doesn't want to let the princess marry Zhong Zhen. That means the two of them aren't fated. There's no need to force it. "
"I don't want to force it, but you didn't see that child Zhong Zhen …" Lady Yan's mouth was full of bitterness. "I'm afraid that this child won't be able to walk out of this hurdle in his heart."
"My Yan Family's men, how can they lose their fighting spirit because of women?" Yan Hui said disapprovingly. "A good man doesn't have to worry about not having a wife. It's not like this."
Lady Yan saw his attitude and didn't want to talk to him anymore. She turned her back to Yan Hui and ignored him.
Yan Hui sighed helplessly. "Look at you. Don't worry. Tomorrow is the court meeting. I'll go check on Ban ShuiQing." As a parent, they always wanted their children to be happy. Even though the Ban Family was a bit absurd, it wasn't a bad marriage partner.
At least … it was better than the Shi Family.
Du Jiu stood at the gate. Seeing the Count come out in high spirits, he stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Count, the horses are ready."
"En." Rong Xia nodded to Du Jiu. He adjusted his cloak and walked out. Du Jiu sensed that the Count seemed to be in a good mood. He curiously raised his eyebrows and hurriedly followed.
All the doors of the throne room were wide open. The courtiers entered from the side door. Each of them maintained a reserved smile. It wasn't hard to see what kind of grudges they had. However, there seemed to be a natural sense of distance between the courtiers and the generals. There was a clear distinction between them. They each said their own things. It was as if they minded their own business.
Ban Huai's status was rather awkward. He inherited the title of a military general, but the position he took was an idle one. He had nothing to do with military generals, so the circle he was in was different from the civil officials and military generals. He was part of the third group in the imperial court, a small group of idle, hedonistic nobles.
The courtiers had a very complicated feeling about this small group. They looked down on them, but didn't dare to offend them. This group of people was related to the imperial family and had thick skin. They couldn't do anything about this group.
"Marquis Jingting," Yan Hui found Ban Huai among the courtiers and took the initiative to talk to him. "How have you been?"
Ban Huai, who was talking to his colleagues about whose bonsai was quite wild, froze. He looked at Yan Hui in disbelief. What was going to happen? The dignified Left Prime Minister Yan actually took the initiative to talk to him.
When the other idle nobles saw this, they all moved a few steps to the side. They didn't want to talk too much with a proper official like Yan Hui. They were afraid of showing their cowardice.
Ban Huai's side suddenly became empty. He raised his hands in greeting to Yan Hui. "Prime Minister Yan, is something the matter?"
Don't ask me how I'm doing, just say what your purpose is. I'm a wastrel and don't understand the way you courtiers speak.
Yan Hui didn't think that the moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere would become awkward. He uncomfortably adjusted his clothes. "I don't know if Marquis has free time after court. I would like to invite Marquis to have a cup of light tea."
Ban Huai, "…"
He had a bad feeling about this.
"There's no need to drink tea," Ban Huai honestly waved his hand. "Prime Minister Yan, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm not a particular person, and I don't pay attention to those empty formalities."
No, you're not particular, but I am particular.
Yan Hui didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say in front of other people, my son is infatuated with your daughter. What will it take for you to be willing to marry your daughter to my son? That would be too inappropriate, too rude!
The two looked at each other. Ban Huai seemed to see the struggle and persistence in the other's eyes. The suspicion in his heart deepened. How big of a matter did it have to be for the Left Minister of the Imperial Court to say so much to him, a wastrel.
Yi, just thinking about it was scary.
Rong Xia walked into the Great Hall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He saw Yan Hui and Ban Huai standing in the corner.
When did Yan Hui and Ban Huai have a relationship?
His brows furrowed. He suddenly thought of something. His footsteps paused, and he unconsciously walked towards Ban Huai.
"Marquis," Rong Xia walked in front of Ban Huai with a smile on his face, and made a junior's greeting. "Many thanks to Marquis for giving junior the dessert recipe. It's really delicious."
Ban Huai saw Rong Xia, this likeable young man, come over, and inwardly let out a sigh of relief. "Duke Rong is too polite, it's just a small matter."
Rong Xia smiled, and then bowed towards Yan Hui. "Greetings, Prime Minister Yan."
"Duke Rong," Yan Hui returned the greeting, and then turned towards Ban Huai. "After the court is dismissed, this one will slowly discuss with Marquis."
Ban Huai smiled stiffly, but his heart was resisting. No, I don't want to discuss with you!
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