Xiao Licheng had just been asked to chat with the guests and was already dizzy. His mouth was dry from talking and his smile was frozen.
After much difficulty, he found a gap and slipped out under the pretext of changing clothes, then walked back with his robe in hand.
Unexpectedly, I was stopped after walking just a dozen steps, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"It's Lord Zheng!" Xiao Licheng stopped and turned around.
[Master Zheng? Which Master Zheng?]
Xia Miaoyuan held a rose in her hand and looked at Lord Zheng.
"I heard that Lord Xiao likes poetry. On the tenth of this month, I will hold a banquet at home and invite several colleagues from the Dali Temple to drink and appreciate poetry together." Lord Zheng smiled and looked flattering.
"Please do me the honor."
[Master Zheng of the Dali Temple, that must be Zheng Pan, the Dali Temple Secretary.] Xia Miaoyuan's mind raced, recalling the plot in the book.
[Oh, uncle, you absolutely can't go! This Zheng Pan poetry banquet is a trap!]
Xiao Licheng frowned, turned his head and glanced, and saw his daughter and niece standing and playing beside the flower garden. He immediately relaxed his brows and deliberately showed a relaxed expression.
"Well, when it comes to poetry, I'm just so-so." Xiao Licheng said with a smile.
Xia Miaoyuan rubbed the rose petals vigorously and recalled: [He had a wife and six concubines at home.]
At this moment, the second prince had just returned from urinating and was about to walk towards the front yard. As he turned the corner, he faintly heard his sister's voice. He immediately stopped and listened attentively.
[The six concubines were all young and beautiful. They were concubines in name only, but in reality they were Zheng Pan's tools.]
He invited Shangguan to his house for drinks and poetry appreciation, but it was just a pretense. Every time he did his best to get Shangguan drunk.
[After Shangguan got drunk, he could logically leave him at his residence to sober up overnight, then send his entourage home to report his safety, thus getting rid of him.]
When Shangguan fell asleep in the guest room, he asked his concubine to sneak into the room, take off her clothes and get into Shangguan's bed.
When the second prince heard this, he bit his lip in hatred. He didn't expect that there would be such a shameless person in the world, and he didn't expect that there would be such a shameless woman in the world.
Xia Miaoyuan sighed, "Those six concubines were pitiful. They were originally daughters of well-off families, but because their families were poor, they were bought by Zheng Pan to be his concubines. They originally wanted to live a peaceful life with him, but they never expected this kind of life after entering the family."
If they dare to disobey, will they be locked up in the cellar and tortured by Zheng Pan and his vicious wife?
The Second Prince's blood boiled at this, his eyes glaring in anger. In the vast land of Great Xia, amidst the bright and clear skies, and even in the capital, there were still people who abused women like this. It truly infuriated him.
Xia Miaoyuan continued to recall, "Early the next morning, Zheng Pan deliberately went to the guest room, opened the door, and called Shangguan to get up."
At this moment, the concubine, wrapped in the quilt, screamed in shock. Shangguan awoke, and upon seeing the scene, he was terrified. The concubine burst into tears, accusing Shangguan of forcing her, and then threatened to commit suicide.
[Then he pretended to beat his chest and stamp his feet, looking extremely wronged.]
Shangguan, believing he had drunkenly committed adultery and slept with his concubine, would immediately plead with Zheng Pan not to tell anyone. Later, to silence Zheng Pan, he would promote him.
When Xiao Licheng heard this, his left hand clenched into a fist behind his back.
Good job, Zheng Pan!
I was wondering, during his few years in the Dali Temple, it seemed that Zheng Pan didn't have any real abilities, but he was always appreciated by the former temple minister. It turned out to be because of this.
Xiao Licheng tried his best to conceal his inner shock, and still dealt with Zheng Pan with a friendly face.
"Oh, Mr. Zheng, I think I'd better not go. I'll avoid being laughed at by you then."
Zheng Pan refused to give up: "Master Xiao is really a joke. We are not masters of poetry, so how could that be?"
At this time, the prince came back from urinating and saw the second prince standing motionless at the corner, so he patted him on the shoulder.
The second prince was startled, turned around and found that it was the prince, and quickly made a gesture to keep quiet.
After making the gesture, he winked at the prince, and the prince nodded in tacit understanding.
Then, unexpectedly, the Second Prince took the Crown Prince's hand and walked towards Xiao Licheng and the others, grinning as he walked, "Master Zheng, are you talking about the poetry appreciation meeting?"
Zheng Pan was somewhat surprised to see the Crown Prince and the Second Prince approaching. He immediately bowed and replied respectfully, "Yes, I am planning to hold a small poetry appreciation meeting on the tenth day of this month."
The Second Prince clapped his hands in delight, "My brother and I love poetry tastings the most."
After saying that, he came to Xiao Licheng again, pulled his sleeve, and said in a pleading tone: "Third uncle, there is such a fun thing, you must take us with you."
Xiao Licheng and the prince were both stunned for a moment.
"My nephew wants to go." As he said this, he shook Xiao Licheng's arm.
[No way, what’s wrong with Second Brother? I can’t go, I can’t go!] Xia Miaoyuan was so anxious that she plucked off the petals.
Zheng Pan was so happy that his mouth stretched to the back of his head when he saw this. "If Your Highnesses are willing to do me the honor of coming, it would be a great honor for me. Welcome, welcome."
Xiao Licheng opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but given the current situation, it would be too embarrassing to refuse, so he nodded reluctantly and said "OK".
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Zheng Pan exchanged a few words with them before returning to the front hall.
Xia Miaoyuan was already stamping his feet in anxiety.
Seeing that no one was around, Xiao Licheng pulled the Second Prince aside and whispered, "Nephew, when did you start liking poetry? Your uncle remembers you, but you couldn't even hand in your poetry homework!"
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