The trip to Nanjing was originally just to participate in the Nanzhili provincial examination, which I didn’t know how to pass, but Wang Fulin thought about it and felt that his name was well-known and could even be transmitted to his wife. However, since he put down his bold words in front of Mr. Pan, he certainly had to show the most perfect performance when meeting the two old soldiers surnamed Zhang.

Even though the Wang family in Songmingshan has become a rich businessman, it has only been three or four generations since then, and his stingy father is even more unlikely to pass on to him any kind of aristocratic demeanor and noble character. However, he has lived only seventeen years old in his past and present. The people he has dealt with over three years include high-ranking governors and peddlers, and he is free to do whatever he wants. Moreover, he was very close to Qi Liang and the old soldiers, and even the general warehouse guards of the Huizhou Rice Industry Guild were trained by the old soldiers. So far, there are still a few people who can't stay there to get a part-time salary. Naturally, he has a common language with veterans like Zhang Xi and Zhang Bing.

After a while, even though the Zhang brothers were not the head of the head, they were already convinced by Wang Fulin, the unknown son-in-law of the Hu family. Mr. Pan, who introduced them, looked around and thought to himself that Wang Daokun was also rising step by step on the battlefield of the anti-Japanese war. His friendship with Hu Zongxian was extraordinary. Perhaps this was the reason why the daughter-in-law escaped and her current marriage. Although he didn't know that he would have been completely wrong with the twists and turns, it did not prevent him from agreeing with Wang Fulin, and then he reminded him of something important.

"Son-in-law, Nanjing City is no better than other places, let alone you provoked the Sheng family to death. Even if the eunuch Meng Fang scolded Sheng Zuyu for being angry, I am afraid that there will be some grudge against you in my heart. If this is the case, once the escort agency opens, it will probably cause suppression from Meng Fang and the Sheng family. If the resistance on both sides cannot be resolved, even if the brothers are enthusiastic, the Hui merchants are willing to take care of me. If I take care of me from the side, I will definitely not be able to hold on." Mr. Pan said this in one breath. Then he suddenly realized that he had just called out the word "Son-in-law". He is not Hu Zongxian's personal military servant, how could he obey others so easily?

Wang Fulin just heard the Zhang brothers call him a son-in-law, which was so mixed. Hu Zongxian is no better than Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou. Because of his unclear relationship with Yan Song and his son, he is not very famous now or later generations. He did not expect that he would have such prestige among the old subordinates of the Zhejiang Army. At this time, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Brother Pan is a very correct reminder. But if I guess correctly, Meng Fang, the eunuch in Nanjing, should not be a good person for too long. Even if Feng Bao hates the Southeast scholars, he will not use his own godson."

Seeing that Mr. Pan was thinking, the two brothers of the Zhang family were not very clear, and Wang Fulin did not explain in depth. He then said with a smile: "As for the Sheng family, Sheng Zuyu called himself the Thirteenth Young Master of Jinling, but you are local snakes. Do you know what the Sheng family is like? He is just the legitimate son of the third wife. The real eldest son of the business will be taught a lesson because of him. Just to vent his anger for a big business? To be honest, I have a fancy to the elegant industries in the Sheng family and plan to see if there is any opportunity to cooperate. I remember. The complete collection of Mr. Yangming, who was formerly known as the Master Xie of Nanzhili, only printed not much, let alone I have to print something else."

Mr. Pan had heard that Wang Fulin and Yingtian Governor Zhang Jiayin had met several times, but he didn't expect that Wang Fulin was not ready to ask for a meeting with this high-ranking official who was in charge of more than half of the prefectures and counties in Nanzhili, but planned to find a way by himself. But after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Jiayin was a big boss who could almost be side by side with Wang Daokun. Wang Fulin, a junior, did not have that much face to take care of him. But what he didn't expect was that Wang Fulin suddenly changed his mind and asked, "By the way, does the second brother Pan have any contact with the people around the governor of Linhuai Marquis in Nanjing? I also wanted to ask for a meeting with Linhuai Marquis. But it was inconvenient to take out the posts of uncle Mr. Nanming at every turn."

In the face of such nobles, it is easy to discuss only the official side. Hui Shang Cheng Xu, whose wealth is so rich, is not easy to take out the face, so as not to worry about others. After all, the Linhuai Hou family is no better than Duke Ding of Wei and the British Duke of England. The title has only been obtained since the middle of Jiajing. The family of Linhuai Hou Li Tingzhu is accumulated by the current Linhuai Hou. This is a good entry point, but we must also be careful that the other party is too greedy and lead the wolf into the house.

However, the brothers Zhang Xi and Zhang Bing said almost indiscriminately: "I know the people from the Linhuai Marquis' Mansion!"

Mr. Pan Er was snatched away before he could answer, and couldn't help laughing: "Sister-in-law, this marquis is a elegant man. He is not as luxurious as the Xu family, and is very generous and helpful to the scholars in the Southeast. Therefore, the reputation is very good. I heard that this time the imperial examination case was also his work. If you want to find him, you don't have to see him himself. The eldest son of the old marquis, Li Yangong, is the most polite and polite, and he is quite good at poetry. He has gathered many literati and poets in the room of Baixue Mountain. As an imperial examination person, it should be the easiest for him to make friends with this person. As for the people in his mansion, I know two of them, just like Zhang Xi and Zhang Bing. It is not difficult to match you with the little marquis."

Nowadays, military generals have become popular. Qi Jiguang and Li Chengliang and others can write poetry and always agree with literati and scholars. This is a general who has made military achievements in the grass. It is even more unsurprising to think that hereditary nobles like the Li family must also be art-like. Wang Fulin heard it but had a headache. Could it be that he wanted to talk about poetry and essays with Feng Ya and his son? But to open up the situation in Nanjing, let alone that he and Zhang Jiayin have no deep friendship at all, even if there are, a hundred Zhang Jiayin is not as good as one Li Tingzhu.

Because Governor Yingtian changed one in one or two years, but the Nanjing garrison was at least three to five years, or at most ten to twenty years. Even if Li Tingzhu disappeared one day, he would still have his son in Nanjing, and he might be able to continue to guard Nanjing in front of him!

Since he decided to do it, he could not look back. After a moment of hesitation, Wang Fulin said in a deep voice: "Then I will help you pay attention to the whereabouts of the little marquis."

The old and firm Li Tingzhu is probably difficult to deal with, so let’s try it out with his son!

After countless rural examinations, the chief examiner and the chief examiner and the chief examiner went back to their respective places. Whether the scholars won or not, most of them went their separate ways to go back home. Although Cheng Naixuan didn't understand that Wang Fulin was preparing to go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival in Nanjing, he didn't care about staying for a few more days. However, his wife was staring at him. He had no chance to see such a vulgar act as a night boat on the Qinhuai River. However, Jiming Temple accompanied his wife twice to pray for a child. He was not worried about this, but he couldn't help but staring at her grandmother and mother, and complained to Wang Fulin several times in private.

"I'm just eighteen, why are my parents so anxious?"

On that day, Xiaobei was helpless to accompany Miss Xu to Qixia Temple, called Buddha worship. In fact, to be a child, Wang Fulin pulled Cheng Naixuan out to relax, and the eldest son Cheng couldn't help complaining again. Of course, Wang Fulin could not say that the headaches and fevers these days may cause human life, and may have a short life after being knocked and bumped, so the Cheng family was worried. He shrugged and said, "Sister-in-law is more anxious than you, and he even taught my wife a lesson from a good wife and a good mother. Why not do this? Let's find a place to pick up a few ancient books, and maybe there will be a few immortal recipes for having a son? Even if it's not a son, it's better to have a daughter first to make your mother and your grandmother happy."

"You can't spit out ivory from your mouth, so you know how to spend time! You are also the only son in the family, why are your parents not in a hurry?"

Cheng Naixuan complained, but he agreed to Wang Fulin's suggestion without thinking. He visited several famous bookstores on Sanshan Street in a row. He saw a lot of so-called secretly collected erotic pictures. He also found a few magical melody, but they were not reliable no matter how he looked at them. Although he came here to relieve his worries and block the mouths of his grandmother and mother, he still couldn't help complaining. At this moment, he looked through the books in his hand and said to Wang Fulin beside him: "These books are also all clichéd erotic. If you look at this book, you still use playing with children as elegant, and you don't feel disgusting!"

Wang Fulin was amused when he heard it. The Southeast Shilin originally regarded vulgarity as beauty, and many scholars talked about it. He deliberately looked around and saw a young man in his early thirties reading a book, but his face had a faint smile. He turned his head and glanced outside the door. Sure enough, he saw Zhang Xi was frowning hard not far away, and he knew that this person was the eldest son of the Marquis of Linhuai, the young marquis who respected scholars better than his father, Li Yangong.

His eyes rolled, and he immediately said casually: "A gentleman is lustful, just like a person with illness. This is not prohibited. Not everyone is struggling with life. If it is just like the first meeting, why should the autumn wind be sad and paint a fan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sudden fan coming from behind, followed by a sigh: "If a life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sorrowful to paint a fan? Is there a poem after all?"

Wang Fulin turned slowly and saw that the young man who had started to read and laughed happily, he said with a smile: "This poem is a poem he wrote to his friends when I visited a young master in a secluded world. If life was just like the first time I met, why did the autumn wind make a sad painting fan? I will change my hearts in old friends, but I will say that my hearts are changing easily. After the words of Mount Li, I will never complain. How about being lucky to be a man in a brocade clothes and wishing to join the branches on the same day."

"Oh? Who is that young master?"

"The young master's surname is Nalan, his single name is De, and his name is Rongruo." Wang Fulin thought to himself that even if Li Yangong is the prince of Linhuai, he has great skills and can't find anyone in this world. Therefore, he is so happy to say nonsense. "I don't know if Mr. Nalan is a name, but he is very talented, not inferior to the famous masters in the current poetry world. Unfortunately, after one side, he appreciates a few good poems that are rare in the world, and he floats away and can't find any trace." (To be continued)
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