Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

Chapter 351 Shura Field Becomes Ethical Drama

The Dali Temple Minister clenched his fists even tighter and made a mental note for his son.

He dares to get it for free and pretend to be a poor scholar.

From childhood to adulthood, when has he ever lacked food and clothing?

[Why did the Dali Temple Minister's son lie to Miss Yuehua? ]

The Dali Temple Minister gritted his teeth: He also wants to know. Why does he pretend to be a poor scholar instead of being a good son of a wealthy family? When did his family need his money?

Pingxi Hou held up two fingers, grinned and twisted his thigh. These were all old tricks, so he certainly wouldn't laugh.

Yueyun: Why doesn't the most basic skill of a brothel girl in observing people's words and expressions work today? Young Master Liu is still relatively normal, but the expression of Marquis Pingxi changes all the time. I really don't know what he is thinking.

[The son of the Dali Temple official felt that it would cost hundreds of taels of silver to watch a dance, which was a bit of a loss. He happened to see that a courtesan in a brothel kept a poor white-faced scholar. Not only did the white-faced scholar sleep with the courtesan for free, but the courtesan even paid for the white-faced scholar's luggage.]

【So the Dali Temple's son suddenly had an idea. 】

A flash of inspiration, what a clever word.

The Judge of Dali Temple: Very good, my son has found a new way to save money.

Pingxi Hou: What should I do? I feel like laughing even more now that my revenge has been achieved.

The officials outside were trembling all over from trying to hold back their laughter.

There were even several officials flirting with each other.

Official A: Do you want us to go to the brothel and see who can trick the courtesan? After all, the price of an courtesan is really expensive, and the monthly salary is really not enough.

Official B: Okay, okay! Together, together.

Official C: What the hell are you doing? You are the gigolo kept by the courtesan. Look at what you have.

Official A looked down at his protruding belly, and Official B touched the wrinkles on his face. It's not so easy to be a gigolo.

As for Princess Tianhua, she didn't have to worry about not being able to fit in with the group. She was very straightforward and poked a hole in the window, watching with great interest.

[Hmm! Why are you silent? Is the Marquis of Pingxi angry and stupid? ]

Pingxi Hou was shocked. He was not angry, but he laughed. However, he couldn't let Xu Jinyu notice anything unusual.

"Ahem... Liu Chuan, you pretended to be a poor scholar to deceive the courtesan, does your father know?"

Liu Chuan was shocked: "How did you know!"

Yueyun was even more shocked: What! You pretended to be a poor scholar to deceive me, and you even deceived the prostitutes. You are such a beast.

Pingxi Hou pointed at Yuehua from a distance and said, "Of course, Miss Yueyun told me."

Yueyun: I didn't do that! Why are you putting all the blame on me?

Pingxi Hou raised his eyebrows and looked at Yue Yun coldly.

Yue Yun retreated spinelessly. She just admitted something insignificant. She wouldn't lose anything anyway.

"Master Liu, you are a son of a Dali Temple official. You are pretending to be a poor scholar and deceiving me, a dancer. This is too much. We all earn our money through hard work."

Liu Chuan: It’s a bit excessive, but who can blame Miss Yuehua for her beautiful dancing and the high price?

"I'm sorry, Miss Yueyun, I was disrespectful."

Yue Yun's eyes rolled. She couldn't let this happen in vain. "Mr. Liu, just know that you are being rude. Please give me the money."

Liu Chuan: "Repair! I will definitely make up for it! But I don't have any money right now. Miss Yuehua, do you mind waiting for a few days?"

With the money, Miss Yueyun smiled and said, "No hurry, Master Liu can come anytime."

After dealing with Miss Yueyun, Liu Chuan's focus now is to leave here as soon as possible and not let anyone find out that he is here.

He turned around and bowed to Pingxi Hou and said, "Lord Cheng, I wonder if you can find a servant to take me out through the back door."

Pingxi Hou: "Of course."

Pingxi Hou agreed readily, but I don’t know if your father will block you outside the door.

[Leave! Leave! After watching the excitement, you should leave quietly. You should be polite at this time, otherwise it will be very embarrassing to meet your colleagues in the future. ]

Marquis Pingxi: You know it's awkward, but you still brought so many people to watch the fun.

A group of people left quietly, including the Dali Temple Minister, who didn't want to deal with his son in someone else's home.

After they were far enough away, Princess Tianhua grabbed Xu Jinyu's arm, her face full of surprise: "Are you officials in the capital so unrefined? You lie under other people's windows to watch the fun."

Xu Jinyu pursed her lips: "But you are also watching very enthusiastically!"

“This is different!”

"Why is it different?"

"You all look familiar with this, you are all veterans. This is my first time encountering something like this, so it's understandable that my concentration is a little lacking."

this·······

Xu Jinyu began to recall what happened after coming to Daqian.

[Yes, doesn’t history book say that the struggle in the imperial court is full of twists and turns, with each step interlocking and full of dangers. If one is not careful, one will die without a burial place.]

【Why have I never seen the political struggles in Daqian?】

Dali Temple Judge: Of course you haven't seen it. All the political struggles took place when you were not in court. Political struggles took place in front of you. Do you think you are dying too slowly?

[I only see that the court officials are more gossipy than each other, and the important officials in the court are all so gossipy. Is it good? ]

Ministers: Aren't all the good and bad ones brought by you? Thank you, Lord Xu, for letting us see the other side of the world.

There are not only political struggles in the world, but also all kinds of weirdness and dog-blood things. This dog-blood thing is so fragrant that it makes everyone deeply trapped in it.

[Or is it that if the emperor likes something, the people below him will also like it. If the emperor is not serious, the ministers below him will not be serious either.]

"It's started again."

Zuo Yuanying bumped into the official next to him.

"Lord Xu has started his usual program of scolding His Majesty again. Let's withdraw immediately."

[How can a good emperor be so dishonest? ]

The officials behind Xu Jinyu quietly dispersed. It was time to leave after watching the fun. It was not a good thing to listen to Xu Jinyu scolding the emperor.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past Xu Jinyu and headed straight for the Moon Viewing Pavilion. Along with the wind came a sharp cry.

"Father, please help Qinqin and I be together!"

[Why are you speaking in this tone? If someone doesn’t know, they would think your father is dead. ]

[What kind of sad drama is this! ]

Hmm~~

The officials who had not yet left pricked up their ears. A melodrama? There was something interesting to watch.

"Shh!"

The official who had just left appeared around Xu Jinyu again, stretching his neck to look in the direction of Wangyue Pavilion.

"Dad!" Pingxi Hou's eldest son Cheng Xicai shouted in pain.

"Dad!" Liu Chuan screamed in despair.

If his son hadn't dragged a woman to kneel in front of him, Marquis Pingxi would have almost laughed out loud. Don't blame him for being rude.

Today I am going to give the Dali Temple Chief Justice a good slap on his face. Who would have thought that such a serious person like the Dali Temple Chief Justice would have a son like this.

Seeing the expression on Pingxi Hou's face, the Dali Temple Minister knew what he was going to do, and he took the initiative: "Chuan'er, didn't I ask you to accompany your mother? Why are you here?"

"what!"

Liu Chuan was stunned for a moment. When did he accompany his mother? However, Liu Chuan still followed his father's words and said, "My mother wants to talk to the other ladies and she thinks I am annoying. That's why I came here. I will go and accompany my mother now."

"Hey~~Brother Liu," Pingxi Hou didn't want to let the Dali Temple Minister leave so easily.

The Dali Temple Minister raised his eyebrows and looked at the two people who were still kneeling on the ground. His meaning was very clear: if you stop me, I will not be polite.

Pingxi Hou took a step back and had no choice but to let Liu Chuan leave.

Cheng Xi, who was kneeling on the ground, saw that his father ignored him and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Dad~~"

"Oh~~ what did you just say?"

Cheng Xicai: I have been kneeling for a long time, but you didn’t hear what I said.

After taking a deep breath, Cheng Xi tightly grasped the wrist of the woman beside him and said, "Dad, please help Qinqin and I be together."

Chengquan, Qinqin?

Pingxi Hou couldn't help rubbing his temples and said to his son in a calm tone, "Can't you pick another day? Today we are holding a literary gathering, your mother is almost busy, and I am also busy. Can't you find a day when your mother and I are both free for your marriage?"

"father·····"

[Your son also knows that it is best to choose a time when you are free for the wedding, but isn't this a special case? If we don't make a fuss today, you will never agree!]