Chapter 12
"Motherf * cker, what kind of calligraphy and painting did that old man Ouyang Xiu give you? You're scolding me for not doing good things in the past!"
Looking at the two paintings in his hands, Pang Yu really wanted to smash Ouyang Xiu to death with a brick. The first calligraphy painting was given to him with eight words-Reformed evil and returned to the right path. Congratulations.
"Haha, but Lord Marquis has indeed turned over a new leaf. Although he looks like a silkpants, he has a heart of pity. Wasn't this something to be happy about?”
Bao Zheng smiled as he walked beside Pang Yu.
"Forget it. This is Ouyang Xiu's calligraphy after all. There's his seal below. It's worth some silver. Sister, come, put it away ~"
He threw the painting to Qin Xianglian behind him and picked up the second painting. This made him smile.
The second painting was written by Ouyang Xiu according to his request, and there were two words on it-Immortal Poet.
This was something Pang Yu had specially requested. The Great Song had a flourishing literary style, especially during this period. Look at the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Six of them were from the Song Dynasty. Most importantly, these six were from this period.
From this, it was enough to see how popular the style of writing was. Moreover, these two words were written by Ouyang Xiu, the leader of the literary world.
It's all white money ~
"Lord Marquis, we've finally found you. We didn't find anyone in the Grand Preceptor's Residence, but we've finally found you.”
At this moment, a few voices entered Pang Yu's ears and he turned his head to look. Two people who looked like they were from rich families walked over with a group of guards.
The person in the lead was dressed in luxurious silk and satin. He was about twenty years old.
The second person was wearing a brown martial uniform. He looked strong and powerful, but his face was like a profligate son.
Pang Yu knew these two people.
The man in silk was called Qian Kaicai, the son of the richest man in Great Song, Qian Sihai.
The Four Seas Bank that was opened all over Great Song belonged to his Qian Family.
The man in martial uniform was called Gao Baoshen, a famous young master in Kaifeng Prefecture. His father, Gao Shiming, was the Grand Commandant of the court and a top figure in his father, Grand Preceptor Pang's faction. He was also a figure with real power. He controlled the three divisions of the Grand Marshal's Office and was in charge of the 800,000 imperial soldiers in Kaifeng Prefecture.
Thinking about it, it made sense. How could a person who could be recruited by Grand Preceptor Pang not be a person with real power?
These two were his playboy buddies, and also the three playboys who went to brothels. Previously, Pang Yu almost died on a woman's belly. After these two people came to visit, his father directly closed the door for him. These two people seemed to have gone to Hejian Prefecture to do something.
He said he was doing something, but he probably went to a brothel to change his taste.
"Lord Marquis, why did you come to the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival? I heard that there is a new batch of young ladies in Shaohua Pavilion. Let's go and give them some alms tonight and let them understand the pleasures of the human world.”
Gao Baoshen looked like a powerful man, but his words were…
"Sigh, my father has cut off his money. Now, I want to go without money ~"
Pang Yu became interested. The last time he went in, he hadn't even played yet, and someone came to assassinate him.
"It's just money! I lack everything, but I don't lack anything ~"
Qian Kaicai heroically took out a bunch of silver notes and stuffed them into Pang Yu's chest. Pang Yu beamed with joy as he watched. This was what it meant to be best friends!
"Cough cough ~ Lord Marquis, Ruo"
Bao Zheng was speechless at the side. He coughed twice and said.
"Old Hei, you want to go to a brothel too? You should have said so earlier! This is my bro. He's rich and not short of money. Let's go, let's go. I'll treat tonight, and he'll pay ~"
Pang Yu smiled knowingly. So Blackie Bao was also a kindred spirit.
"Lord Marquis, you've misunderstood. I remember that I still have some business to attend to, so I'll leave first ~"
As he spoke, Bao Zheng added,"Lord Marquis, your adopted sister…"
Hearing Bao Zheng's words, Pang Yu remembered that he had brought Qin Xianglian along tonight. He had actually forgotten about it.
Turning around, Qin Xianglian blushed and lowered her head, not daring to speak.
"Cough cough ~ I'm not feeling well tonight, so I won't be going. You guys go, you guys go ~"
As he spoke, he slipped away with Bao Zheng.
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He brought Qin Xianglian home. Before he even entered his courtyard, Pang Fu came.
"Young Master, Old Master wants you and Miss to go to the main hall. He has something to tell you ~"
Qin Xianglian was adopted by Pang Yu as his adopted sister, and later on, Grand Preceptor Pang simply adopted her as his adopted daughter, thus giving her the title of Young Miss.
"Why is dad looking for me?"
Although he was puzzled, he still went to the main hall.
"Yu 'er, I heard that you wrote two poems at the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival and won two paintings by Ouyang Xiu?”
As soon as they entered, Senior Grand Tutor Pang sat on the armchair and asked calmly.
"What? Father, how did you know so quickly?”
Pang Yu was confused. Did this father have clairvoyance and clairvoyance? How long had it been? It had only been four hours, and he already knew?
"Don't bother about these. Take them out for Father to admire Ouyang Xiu's calligraphy and paintings ~"
Pang Yu didn't suspect anything. He took the two paintings from Qin Xianglian's hands and handed them to his father. He didn't understand what was there to admire.
"Reformed, congratulations ~ En, not bad! They complement each other."
After taking a look at the first painting, he threw it to Pang Yu. Then, he opened the second painting and said with a smile,"Immortal Poet, not bad ~ These two words can be said to be the honor of scholars. Yu 'er, you've been ignorant and incompetent since you were young. It's really a waste for this painting to be in your hands. In my opinion, this painting should be given to me."
"Pang Fu, get someone to frame this painting tomorrow and hang it in the main hall."”
"Yes ~ Master ~"
"What? Dad, there's no such thing as you. I'm still counting on it to sell some money to spend ~"
Pang Yu looked up at the sky and sighed deeply. This father was too treacherous.
"Hmph, what do you know? This was an ink treasure, how could it be associated with a money-smelling object? It's really insulting. It's settled then. I'll give this painting to your father ~"
Saying so, he slowly walked away, leaving behind a helpless Pang Yu.
"Godfather, Godsister also thinks that Godfather is right ~"
Qin Xianglian covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Forget it, you heartless one. I helped you take revenge, but now you treat me like this. Sigh, people's hearts are no longer the same as before. I'm sad ~"
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Imperial Palace, Imperial Study
The current emperor, Zhao Zhen, sat behind the table, holding two paintings in his hand and savoring them carefully.
"Your Majesty, why are you so happy?”
A beautiful woman came to Zhao Zhen's back and pressed his shoulder as she asked softly.
"Haha, my beloved concubine's younger brother, Pang Yu, has turned over a new leaf. Tonight, he will compose two poems at the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival. I think it is possible to spread the thousand-year-old poem.”
As he spoke, he raised the paper and smiled.
Noble Consort Pang's interest was piqued. How could she not know about her brother?
Pang Yu was the only son of Grand Preceptor Pang. In ancient times, it could be said that he had a son when he was old. The whole family doted on him and grew up in a honey pot. Grand Preceptor Pang's first wife had died early, so he doted on his only son even more.
As the older sister, she naturally doted on her younger brother since he was young. After a while, she became the big silkpants of Kaifeng.
"Alright, my beloved consort, take it and read it slowly. Zhen still has some important matters to deal with tonight ~"
Zhao Zhen said softly.
"ChenQie will take her leave ~"
After Noble Consort Pang left, Zhao Zhen took out a few articles from the stack of documents beside him.
"Intercepting other people's words, obsessed with official career, not apologizing to the person whose words were intercepted, but apologizing to the leaders of the literary world. What a reputation for the heart of official career, how can such a character be an official?”
As Zhao Zhen spoke, he placed Su Xun and Su Shi aside and picked up another article to read carefully.
The more I read, the more I felt that I had won over him. I couldn't help but take out a memorial and write the words Zhou Qin on it.
"This person will be this year's new top scorer ~"
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