Later, when the teacher arrived in Shuzhou, he left him at Bailu Academy. Bai Zhiyuan accepted him as a disciple, and at the age of twelve, he became the top scholar in both civil and military affairs.
If it weren't for the people, Su Yan would have died long ago.
Seeing that he was eating too fast, the little beggar quickly advised, "Uncle, please eat slower!"
Su Yan was indeed hungry, and since he always ate very quickly, he ate very fast.
After finishing a steamed bun, he patted the little beggar's head and said, "Good boy, this old man is going to the dock to find my son. Do you know which way to go?"
The beggar pointed to the road and said, "Just keep going straight along the river."
Su Yan picked up his cane and walked forward step by step with difficulty.
If you want to catch the enemy off guard, the best way is to pretend to be someone the enemy wouldn't be wary of at all.
No one would care about an old and poor man.
The fake Su Yan followed Wang Yichun to the Slender West Lake with a beaming smile.
"Since this is your first time visiting Yangzhou, Your Excellency, you must first visit the Slender West Lake. I have already prepared a feast for you."
The fake Su Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. I have heard of the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon. I am fortunate to see it tonight."
Wang Yichun felt even more at ease and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, saying, "Please, sir."
Just as rumored, the prime minister was very peaceful and approachable, easy to talk to, and also a scholar, refined and cultured, with a love for beautiful scenery.
I just don't know if he really is averse to women.
He's a man too, and he doesn't believe any man can truly resist female allure.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and numerous lanterns of various kinds are placed on the Slender West Lake, reflecting the shimmering water.
Only one painted boat was moored on the shore of the lake. The boat was huge and looked like a fairy pavilion on the water.
The melodious sounds of string and wind instruments drifted over, and dancers were already on the deck, their red silk and green satin ribbons fluttering in the wind.
What a scene of extravagant and decadent indulgence!
Yan Yu frowned slightly; stepping into such a place was simply an eyesore for him!
The fake Su Yan flicked his fan and said, "Well done, as expected of Yangzhou."
Wang Yichun chuckled and led the way, stepping onto the boat via a platform paved with red silk.
The fake Su Yan naturally followed.
He kept repeating in his head, "If he gets caught, he won't survive. If he gets caught, he won't survive!"
My back was covered in cold sweat.
Red sand hangs suspended, fluttering lightly, blocking the view outside the ship.
Six or seven small, gilded tables were placed in the center, with soft pillows on either side.
Wang Yichun lowered his right hand and said, "Prime Minister Su, please."
After Su Yan took his seat, he also took his seat and gently patted the table.
The dancers filed in from the deck, dressed in extremely light clothing.
Her beautiful body was faintly visible beneath the thin veil.
The fake Su Yan was somewhat surprised. No, this was the Yangzhou prefect, a third-rank official. How could he be so hypocritical?
This is going way too far!
Yan Yu lowered her head and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My lord, do not be close to women!"
The fake Su Yan immediately turned cold, stood up, bowed, and was about to leave.
Wang Yichun was so frightened that he quickly got up and knelt down. "My lord, please don't leave. If I have failed in any way, please point it out and don't be angry!"
The fake Su Yan waved his sleeve and said coldly, "Sir, you know I am not interested in women, so why put on this act?!"
Wang Yichun hurriedly waved his hand, "Get out! Get out! All of you, get out!"
The dancers all went out again.
The fake Su Yan then turned around and smiled, "That's it. My lord, you mustn't be angry. Please rise quickly. I apologize for my mistake and offer you a cup of wine."
He secretly wished he could pour the wine on the fat man's head, and he was ready to wrap his wicked thoughts around his neck.
By the lake, at a window of Hai Le Zhai.
"What's going on with these dancers? Why did they go in and come out again?" Heng Tong asked curiously, leaning against the window and resting her chin on her hand.
Ye Panjiu smiled and continued writing.
She was organizing the information she had gathered from various sources over the past few days.
In ancient times, the best places to obtain information were teahouses, beggars, and brothels.
She went to every place except brothels.
It is possible for a woman to disguise herself as a man, but prostitutes are often not in control of their own lives, and asking these questions could very likely leave behind hidden dangers.
The next day at noon, the fake Su Yan finally woke up.
He is the master of Plum Blossom Village, and his martial arts and disguise skills are superb.
Once, she transformed into a woman and spotted Su Yan in the crowd at a glance.
So she followed him for a long time. There was no way around it; Su Yan's aloofness towards women, as if he were poisonous, was just too amusing.
Finally, Su Yan lost his patience, "The Lord of the Dock has mastered the art of disguise, but he has missed one point."
He was shocked. No one had ever been able to see through his disguise before; his voice matched his face perfectly.
Her voice is so gentle it's almost sweet!
But no matter how he asked, Su Yan wouldn't tell him.
It was Yan Yu who came to him this time, saying that once the matter was settled, he would tell him.
He eagerly followed.
He drank too much last night. He has an exceptional alcohol tolerance, just like Su Yan, so he doesn't need to pretend.
"Yan Yu?" he called out, rubbing his head which was throbbing from a hangover.
Yan Yu walked in, her heart filled with disgust.
His family members never get up this late!
"grown ups."
"What time is it?"
"It is already noon. Lord Wang invites you to lunch."
The fake Su Yan raised one hand.
Yan Yu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to support him, saying, "My lord, please don't be careful."
He said those four words through gritted teeth.
The fake Su Yan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
The lunch was as lavish as a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, and the fake Su Yan remarked that Su Yan's life was too carefree.
Wang Yichun has laid out all the rarest treasures in the world on the table.
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