Chapter 132 Crashed

Jin Guojiu's words were almost full of humiliation.

He looked at Jun Qiulan with a playful expression and asked, "Why don't you see Princess Wan'er? I still remember that Princess Wan'er's beauty back then was unrivaled among the noble ladies in the capital."

There was a flash of anger in Jun Qiulan's eyes, and he wanted to rush up and cut this disgusting old man into pieces right now, but now was not the best time to tear his face off directly.

He said, "Since Lord Jin has learned of our family's miserable life in the border town, Wan'er naturally has to go out to earn money to support the family. She went up the mountain to collect herbs, and her whereabouts are unknown."

Fortunately, I acted decisively that day and sent Wan'er out of the city, preventing her from hearing those dirty words.

No, seeing this Mr. Jin makes me feel like I'm going to get stye in my eyes.

Jin Guojiu seemed to be asking just that. He said, "That's fine. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also a beautiful lady. Having His Royal Highness accompany me today is one of the greatest blessings in my life."

He waved his hand and brought a low table to Jun Qiulan.

"I've heard long ago that His Royal Highness is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to spar with His Royal Highness on chess today. I've been drinking, so I can't appreciate His Royal Highness's calligraphy and painting. So, why don't you have His Royal Highness play a piece of music for us to liven up the dinner?"

Jun Qiulan chuckled.

He seemed to suddenly have a certain understanding of what Yan Jing said about the bent spine but the remaining character.

It was also unexpected that at this critical moment, he still had the mind to think about Yan Jing's movie.

However, I did gain some insights and new ideas.

I guess when I go back tonight, I might be able to talk to Yan Jing about the scenes that need to be reshot.

Art, indeed, comes from life.

Jun Qiulan looked up at Uncle Jin. Isn’t it just playing the piano?

To humiliate him?

Little did he know that he had suffered even greater humiliation in prison and on the road of exile.

Now I just want him to play the piano, what does that mean?

He knew that Jin Guojiu wanted to compare him to a lowly musician and humiliate him, the prince who was once second only to the emperor.

I just don't know what to say.

When he first went to another world, he could even accept being an actor, and then he received ideological and moral education on the equality of all people.

Everyone is equal, regardless of occupation.

In other words, people like Jin Guojiu, who make very clear distinctions between different classes, will never understand their thoughts.

There is a saying that goes, the more people lack something, the more they value it.

This uncle Jin was not a prominent figure in the court before. If he didn't have a sister who was favored in the palace, who would know who he was?

It was the birth of the eldest prince that gave him the opportunity to be a clown.

If you really want to talk to him about their advanced ideas, it would be like playing the lute to a cow.

After the guqin was placed on the table, Jun Qiulan sat down calmly, even having the energy to ask him, "What piece of music would Lord Jin like to hear?"

Uncle Jin frowned instinctively. Why did he feel something was wrong?

Isn't such behavior a humiliation to the former prince?

Why does he look so happy?

No, he doesn't care about that.

After all, in his eyes, this was a humiliation to Jun Qiulan, and that was enough.

He waved his hand and said, "I am just trying to be elegant. Your Highness, please feel free to play. We will listen to whatever you play."

Several minions followed Jin Guojiu's lead and echoed him, even insulting him by comparing Jun Qiulan to the most beautiful courtesan and actor in the capital.

Treat him as a sex toy.

Jun Qiulan pretended not to hear and began to pluck the strings.

The purpose of coming here today is, first, to get the food and supplies that have not been delivered yet, second, to find out about the sweet potatoes, and third, for Mr. Su.

Mr. Su has an indelible position and contribution in their revolutionary actions. We cannot let him be detained here forever.

As time goes by, the comrades who follow them will also have their own thoughts, and may even think that he is a useless leader who cannot even save a single person.

Especially the first batch of comrades were called by Su Changxun. It is hard to say how much of their willingness to join in the beginning was due to Su Changxun's personal charm.

While drinking, Jin Guojiu admired the expressions of Jun Qiulan and Su Changxun.

There was no such humiliation that he had to endure as he had imagined.

This made his face look unhappy.

Su Changxun sat as steady as a bell at this moment.

He is also someone who has learned new ideas.

Besides, he had already seen the TV series that their little prince had acted in, so what was the big deal about playing the piano? Maybe it could even give the little prince some inspiration for filming.

You know what, the dramas filmed by the little prince are really good.

If he wasn't trapped in this hellhole, he would hold meetings with his comrades during the day to discuss the follow-up arrangements and the current situation, and at night he could curl up in bed and read an e-book or watch a TV series.

How fulfilling the days are.

Or is the new world they pursue better?

In fact, he had been here for a few days, and his brain was hurt by all the nagging from Uncle Jin.

Firstly, Jin Guojiu wanted to use him to threaten Jun Qiulan, and secondly, he was impressed by his abilities.

I don’t know whether I should be happy or feel unfortunate.

Actually, at this critical juncture, he wanted to win him over so that he could help the eldest prince in the future. He even offered very tempting conditions, such as giving him a title directly.

It’s just a pity that Su Changxun’s pursuit in this life has never been high position and generous salary.

It is a perfect world of freedom, peace and universal harmony.

Jun Qiulan's piano playing was melodious and even leisurely, as he played modern pop music.

It's true, none of them had ever heard such a song, and the sarcasm on their faces faded a lot.

As Jin Guojiu saw that Jun Qiulan's piano playing became more and more joyful, his eyes became darker.

Doesn't this person feel humiliated?

He once again raised a soul-searching question in his heart.

When the song ended, Jun Qiulan asked, "What else would you like to hear, Master Jin?"

Seeing that this plan didn't work, Jin Guojiu simply got straight to the point: "I heard that you found the sweet potato?"

This news could not be concealed. They had done so in order to spread their ideas among the people and to increase Jun Qiulan's reputation.

In the future, when they begin to confront the court, the people will be able to stand up and support Jun Qiulan.

The people's thinking is very simple. They will follow whoever can lead them to have enough food to eat and make them money.

Therefore, most of the people in the border town knew that the sweet potato was brought by the deposed prince, but it was promoted among the people through the hands of Prefect Duan.

It was the deposed prince who gave them a way to survive during this drought, and Wuxin was grateful in his heart.

You'll find out if you ask around a bit.

Jun Qiulan nodded slightly, "It's just a coincidence. This year's drought, I can't let my family and the people starve to death."

Jin Guojiu sneered and said, "It's obvious that you stole grain from the imperial farm. This is a capital crime. What do you say? Depose the Crown Prince."

Jun Qiulan declined to comment on whether there were sweet potatoes in the imperial farm.

But thinking about what Uncle Jin had told Senior Brother Duan before, that it had appeared decades ago, but he had never seen it when he was the crown prince, it proved that there was something wrong with the origin of this sweet potato.

Or maybe something went wrong with the person who brought the sweet potatoes.

Jun Qiulan quickly brainstormed.

Master Qingheng said that the senior who traveled through time did so when he was being chased by someone. When he was rescued, he was covered in blood and never returned to this world again.

If you think about it carefully, perhaps this senior had traveled back and forth many times before being hunted down?

In fact, it is hard to imagine what the predecessor had experienced.

According to his experiences and lessons over the past year, the speed of time flowing in the two worlds is the same.

Fifty or sixty years ago, although the modern world was not advanced enough, it still had many good things that could change the world.

But he seemed to have never seen it. If his guess was correct, someone in a higher position must have suppressed the news.

Even today’s sweet potatoes are not promoted.

And that senior was being hunted down, and it seemed that there was no need to explain who was hunting him down.

Probably the person he had to call "Grandpa Emperor" according to his seniority.

So what did that senior who traveled through time do?

Jun Qiulan suddenly thought that fifty or sixty years ago, the administrator was still alive and his reputation among the people was growing.

Could it be that the senior promoted the administrator's ideas in front of the emperor?

Thinking of this question, Jun Qiulan almost couldn't help laughing, and his heart felt sour again.

If this is true, then it doesn't seem unfair that the senior was hunted down.

The administrators' thoughts are also the path they are pursuing now. If they want to embark on this path, the first thing they have to overthrow is the rule of feudal society.

Overthrow Huangquan and overthrow the monopoly of the aristocratic families.

Emperor, how can you tolerate such a person?

Even though the late emperor was considered a good and wise ruler among all dynasties, he would definitely not allow the administrator's thoughts to appear.

Let’s talk about sweet potatoes again.

Since sweet potatoes have existed in the imperial farm for decades and have not been promoted, even the common people don’t know about them.

In today's situation, does Uncle Jin want to steal his credit, or put his credit on the eldest prince?

"It was by chance that we got these sweet potatoes. Since there are sweet potatoes in the imperial farm, why haven't you promoted them in recent years? This is your own problem."

Jin Guojiu was choked. In fact, he didn't know why it was not promoted.

He also accidentally learned that there was a kind of food called sweet potato in the imperial farm, which was an imported item.

No one cared about it at the time. Even after learning about the yield of sweet potatoes, I said that these sweet potatoes must not be sold to the public.

If we allow these unruly people at the bottom of society to fill their stomachs, there will be chaos.

In his eyes, the lower-class people should dig for food in the fields and work until they die, no different from cattle and horses.

But unexpectedly, sweet potatoes were also found in this border town.

After a little inquiry, I found out that it was Jun Qiulan who brought it.

This is serious.

Since ancient times, whoever wins the hearts of the people wins the world. There were many supporters of Jun Qiulan in the court.

He was well aware of the chaos in the court today.

The princes were all young, and after much strife, it was still these relatives by marriage who were showing off their abilities.

Who wouldn't want their nephew to take that position? Who wouldn't want to be second only to the emperor?

It just so happens that the prince is young, and the only ones he can rely on are his relatives.

They also wanted to enjoy the glory of holding the emperor hostage and commanding the princes.

But precisely because the prince is young, the old emperor is getting older and older, and his health is getting worse and worse. It is estimated that he only has one or two years left and cannot wait for the prince to grow up.

Therefore, they must take this opportunity to increase the little prince's reputation among the people.

Now that the sweet potato has been promoted, the credit cannot be taken by the deposed prince.

The reason I asked Jun Qiulan to come here today was partly to humiliate her, but the most important thing was the sweet potatoes.

As long as Jun Qiulan admits to others that the sweet potatoes were entrusted to him by the young eldest prince through him, the king's uncle, so that the border town could survive the drought this year, then wouldn't the eldest prince and his reputation be restored?

The people are stupid, and whatever they say will be the truth.

Who dares to seek the truth?

Jun Qiulan chuckled softly, "Master Jin, if you have the time to stare at the crops in the people's fields, you might as well think about how to get the Emperor's approval to promote the sweet potatoes from the imperial farm. The credit for promoting it nationwide would definitely be better than this miserable and impoverished border town."

"It seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is refusing to accept my toast and is now drinking as a punishment?" Uncle Jin was angry.

If he had a way to get the emperor to give him the sweet potatoes, why would he still look for Jun Qiulan?

Jun Qiulan mentioned at the right moment: "Master Jin invited Mr. Su to come over to discuss academic matters. I guess it's almost time. The school in the city is still waiting for Mr. Su to return to teach."

Su Changxun also spoke: "I dare not give you an answer to what Master Jin said before. What I pray for is a prosperous and peaceful world, and for the soldiers to be able to fill their stomachs while fighting outside."

The meaning of this statement is very clear.

He was unwilling to help the evil. Now the soldiers in the border town were fighting on the front line, not to mention that Jin Guojiu was living a life of luxury here, and the food and grass had not been delivered to the right place.

It is not difficult to imagine that the food, which was already insufficient, was still being transported in truckloads.

If they had not stored food before, if Jun Qiulan had not transported food and fodder from another world, and if they had experienced a drought, wouldn't the soldiers have to fight on an empty stomach?

What he meant now was to send the food and supplies as soon as possible so that he could see Uncle Jin's sincerity, and then he would consider Uncle Jin's proposal.

This is also consistent with Su Changxun's consistent personality.

Jun Qiulan instantly understood what the gentleman meant and muttered a few words to himself.

"I heard from the military households in the village that the Rong and Di people are fighting like crazy this year. I heard that the drought over there is even more serious. If they don't come to rob the food in the border town, I'm afraid most of the people and cattle and horses will starve to death. The fighting is so fierce, I don't know if the soldiers in the border town can hold out on an empty stomach."

The voice was low, but just loud enough for a staff member next to him to hear.

The aide thought for a while, then came up to Uncle Jin and said a few words.

Jin Guojiu laughed and said, "This has delayed Mr. Su from teaching his students. Come on, send someone to take Mr. Su back now. Also, send the box in my room to Mr. Su as well."

Su Changxun, who won the sixth place in the imperial examination at the age of seventeen, witnessed the changes that took place in the court during his ten years as an official.

Now, their eldest prince's lineage is lacking such talents.

There is also Huo Lian. Huo Lian used to be a loyal minister who did not get involved in the court affairs. His coming here this time also means winning him over.

They have been stuck with food supplies, and if we offend them too much, it will be even more difficult to win them over.

A scholar only knows how to think about the people, and a warrior only knows how to fight.

Such people may seem difficult to win over, but as long as their superficial conditions are met, their hearts will naturally be inclined towards you.

Jin Guojiu thought arrogantly.

He even smiled a little, "Mr. Su is knowledgeable and capable. It is really a waste of his talent and time for him to stay in the border town."

Su Changxun stood up and said, "Master Jin, your words are too kind. I am just a commoner who just wants everyone to have a full meal. Thank you for your hospitality, Master Jin. I will take my students with me and take my leave."

Jun Qiulan also stood up.

"Wait." Uncle Jin's eyes were full of amusement. "Mr. Su can leave now, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can't leave. I haven't even played chess or chatted with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince yet."

Su Changxun wanted to say something but was stopped by Jun Qiulan.

"Sir, please leave first." Jun Qiulan had a way to save his life anyway. This uncle Jin just wanted to humiliate him. How could he care about these now?

Let's first solve the food and grass problem today, and then rescue Mr. Su. As for himself, if he doesn't talk to Uncle Jin today, I'm afraid he will be in trouble later.

He is still filming, and his parents and younger sister can't hide away forever.

There are still many things to do in the city, and they are all waiting for my parents to come back and take charge of the work.

I don’t know how long the battle in this border town will last.

No one knew what method Huo Yan used, and Uncle Jin still didn't know about the gunpowder.

We have to deal with this person in front of us before this matter is exposed.

Since we have promised to provide him with food and fodder, we must first stabilize him.

The war between the imperial court and the government for food made me feel comfortable just thinking about it.

Jun Qiulan and Su Changxun exchanged glances, and Su Changxun understood.

"Tomorrow I have to go find your father to pick up the book I borrowed last time. Is your father home?"

Jun Qiulan: "He was away a few days ago. I don't know if he's back today."

Su Changxun: "Then I'll go and see tomorrow and find out."

The two of them spoke without hiding from others, and everyone heard it.

Today, not only Jun Qiulan is coming to save Su Changxun, but Su Changxun is also coming to protect Jun Qiulan.

It's no secret that there's a mentor-disciple relationship between the two.

Nowadays, people pay attention to respecting teachers. It is understandable that a teacher is like a father for life.

Jin Guojiu: "Don't worry, I just want to talk to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I will definitely be home tomorrow morning."

That's quite straightforward.

Su Changxun nodded and walked out of the banquet hall, which was out of place in the border town and extremely lewd.

Jun Qiulan sat back in his seat and said, "Master Jin, please speak frankly. I am just an ordinary citizen now. I just want to make sure my family has enough food to eat and clothes to wear. Master Jin, even if I am asked to be a zither player, I will do it as long as there is money to be made."

These seemingly self-deprecating words made Jin Guojiu burst into laughter.

"Your Highness, you're joking too. It was just a joke."

He turned around and asked the maids to serve Jun Qiulan wine and food.

"I remember that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince almost wanted to call me father-in-law back then. I wonder if we can get married now?"

Jun Qiulan really couldn't understand what he was trying to sell.

Before the old emperor had a son, he had indeed had this idea.

"We're not even married, and we're struggling to make ends meet. How can we still be a burden to others?"

Uncle Jin sent another box of silver.

Jun Qiulan was really confused at the moment. He could understand why Uncle Jin wanted to win over Mr. Su and General Huo, but could it be that he also wanted to win over him, the deposed crown prince?

He didn't say anything about not accepting rewards without doing anything. With so much money, it was more than enough to take home and improve the school facilities.

Besides, this silver might be the money that King Jin extorted from the people.

He couldn't understand Jin Guojiu's series of actions, but he just waited and saw what would happen.

He guessed that they just wanted him to give up the credit for the sweet potatoes.

What a joke!

Does he still care about this so-called credit now?

He just watched quietly as Jin Guojiu showed off over there, while several of his staff and guests came over to toast him.

Some couldn't refuse and took a few sips.

After a while, it was already very late. Seeing that Uncle Jin still hadn't gotten to the point, Jun Qiulan prepared to get up and say goodbye.

Let’s go first. He can’t be trapped here again just after Mr. Su leaves.

He didn't want to reveal his secret unless it was absolutely necessary.

But when he stood up, he felt dizzy in an instant.

He secretly thought, "Oh no! Uncle Jin actually used such despicable means."

He simply didn't know what Uncle Jin was doing.

"Come here, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is drunk, send him to the side room to rest."

Jun Qiulan was shocked. It couldn't be because of his appearance?

I have never heard that Uncle Jin had a homosexual tendency before.

His hands and feet felt a little weak. Jun Qiulan looked around and decided to go to the side room first.

Disappearing in public is not the best option.

In the side room, I don’t know what kind of incense was lit, but it made people’s mouths dry and their tongues parched.

The maid who brought him here has already left. If he doesn't leave now, when will he leave?

In the blink of an eye, Jun Qiulan returned to the room in the farmhouse.

My legs were weak and I subconsciously fell back onto the bed, but I didn't expect to sit on hard legs.

When I looked up again, I saw Yan Jing's eyes filled with shock and a bit of disbelief.

Jun Qiulan's body felt weak, but his mind was clear. He thought to himself, oh no, this time someone really caught him traveling through time.

Whether it was because he felt guilty or for some other reason, Jun Qiulan subconsciously wanted to return to the ancient wing room.

He thought so and did so.

When he opened his eyes again, Jun Qiulan's eyes were dark again.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. Why did you bring Yan Jing here?

His heart suddenly contracted violently.

A voice rang out from outside the door: "Your Highness, I am here to help you bathe and change clothes."

The expression on Yan Jing's face changed from surprise and disbelief, to sudden realization, and then to a bit of amusement.

"Is this Jibai's secret? Your Highness?"

Jun Qiulan didn't care about anything else and directly brought Yan Jing back to the room in the farmhouse.

This is the third time he has led people through time.

The first two times he failed, but the people he encountered both times were extremely evil, so he guessed that he couldn't bring bad people through time.

Yan Jing is a good man, but he doesn't dare to gamble.

Back in the room, one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

His breathing was intertwined with Yan Jing's, and he still maintained the posture of sitting on Yan Jing's legs.

When Yan Jing saw that he was back, he smiled immediately.

"No wonder you asked me to read more novels?" He smelled the alcohol on Jun Qiulan's breath. "Is it because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was drunk that I discovered his secret?"

Jun Qiulan opened his mouth, not knowing where to start explaining.

Not only did he lead people back and forth, but he also made Yan Jing tease him like that.

Why don’t you ask me a few questions? Let me think about how to explain it.

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The author has something to say: Sorry, sorry, I'm late again today.

The main reason is that my grandma suddenly fell ill yesterday and was stuck again when she came back in the evening.

Thank you all for your understanding. As usual, late red envelopes will be sent out tomorrow.