Wang looked at Chuanwen, wanting to ease the tension between them, but she had previously seen Chuanwen roll her eyes or snort, so she found it hard to say nice things to her now.
However, Chuanwen didn't pay attention to any of this. He happily ate his meal and then went out for a stroll afterward.
After being cooped up in the palace for so many days, Chuanwen was like a college student on vacation. He slept in and then went to the market. He never knew whether school would start or tomorrow would come first. His main motto was to enjoy life and let loose!
As the Lunar New Year approaches, the streets are bustling with activity. Families are busy preparing for the holiday, and many children are playing on the street with toys and snacks made by their parents.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Chuanwen watched the shadow puppet show, tipped the acrobats, and bought a lot of delicious food and fun toys.
After playing for a while, we stopped at a teahouse to rest. We went up to the second floor, chose a window seat, ordered tea and their signature dishes, and then Chuanwen started massaging his arms and legs.
The only downside to shopping is that it's exhausting, but being tired is a form of catharsis. That's why so many people like to work out; besides maintaining their figure, they probably enjoy that exhilarating feeling.
Speaking of fitness, Chuanwen immediately thought of the big iron hammer under Chuanyu's bed, and the image of Lin Daiyu turning the willow tree upside down was recreated, sending a chill down his spine.
Tea and food were served quickly, and Chuanwen quickly shook off the chill and focused on enjoying himself, sipping tea while watching the lively scene outside.
[Hey! Isn't that Lin Jinjun, the former Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial?]
Chuanwen looked at a small tavern across the street. It had only been a few days since he last saw Lin Jinjun, but his beard was unshaven, a far cry from the slicked-back look he used to have every day.
There was another person sitting opposite him, and the two of them were drinking. Lin Jinjun looked quite troubled, and he kept drinking one glass after another. The other person patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
Chuanwen was curious about how Lin Jinjun had become like this. Even if the emperor had dismissed her from her position as Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies, there was no need for her to be so depressed.
So I went to look into the plot, and after reading it, I couldn't help but feel sorry for this former Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies.
[Having finally returned from the quarry, Lin Jinjun discovered that his position had been taken by his subordinate... He then went to see his good friend, the Minister of Revenue, only to be chased out with a large broom. Lin Jinjun was utterly baffled; why was his good friend suddenly treating him this way? On his way back, he ran into General Shen Congliang of the Imperial Guard. He kindly offered a greeting, but before he could even open his mouth, he was punched, instantly turning one eye black and blue!]
Chuanwen went to investigate why Shen Congliang punched Lin Jinjun, and the result was absolutely hilarious.
[Lin Jinjun complained that Shen Congliang had been praying to the "Urine God" for a month to cure his frequent urination, and somehow this story got out, making Shen Congliang a laughingstock wherever he went, and he even got the nickname "Urine God General"—hahahaha!]
[It was already lenient that Shen Congliang only punched him once. If it were me, I would have turned Lin Jinjun into a piss god, hahaha...]
[But that wasn't all. Lin Jinjun hadn't even had a chance to rest after returning home when the Imperial Censor Dong Zhen came to return the money, banging drums and gongs! Hahaha, he really did bang drums and gongs, as if his family was celebrating some kind of happy occasion, attracting a large crowd of onlookers. Then, Dong Zhen, as if performing some kind of handover ceremony, handed three taels of silver to the bewildered Lin Jinjun. Hahaha!]
[The scene was so grand it was almost as if a banner had been unfurled proclaiming that Censor-in-Chief Dong Zhen had repaid the three taels of silver he borrowed from Lin Jinjun! Hahahaha!]
[This Imperial Censor really knows how to have fun!]
Chuanwen burst out laughing. Anyway, this wasn't the imperial court, and there weren't many people around. Well... there were quite a few people having tea on the second floor, but Chuanwen didn't care. Let them watch if they want; at worst, he could just consider them crazy.
Feeling the strange looks from those around him, Zheng Yan, who wasn't as shameless as Chuanwen, really wanted to cover his face. He felt that Chuanwen's word perfectly described the situation—"Socially dead!"
The crucial point is that while he desperately wanted to cover his face, Chuanwen was still laughing hysterically. Zheng Yan: ......
[Hmm...who was that person comforting Lin Jinjun?]
After Chuanwen finished laughing, she looked at the person opposite Lin Jinjun. She recognized him, but couldn't quite place him. After a moment's thought, it suddenly dawned on her: "I remember now, it's Wu Simian, the Vice Minister of Revenue!"
Once I remembered, I understood why I both remembered and didn't remember him. [This guy was always taking leave, saying he had a cold one day and a sprained ankle the next. He was sick 300 days a year, his main reason being that he didn't want to go to work...]
If it weren't for his relatively prominent position during court sessions, which allowed Chuanwen to meet him a few times, he wouldn't have known such a person existed.
Meanwhile, in the tavern, Wu Simian, who was comforting Lin Jinjun, was a little stiff, but he quickly relaxed. So what if he didn't want to go to work? Anyway, this wasn't the imperial court, and the person in front of him was already the former Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies. No one else could hear Chuanwen's thoughts.
However, upon looking up, they saw the Minister of Works walking down the street. But the Minister of Works did not come to find them. Instead, he turned into the teahouse where Chuanwen was and sat down on the first floor to drink tea.
The Vice Minister of Revenue glanced at the wrinkles on the Minister of Works' face as he smiled, and his lips twitched stiffly. The Minister of Works wasn't drinking tea at all; he was clearly there to laugh at them!
The Minister of Works was just passing by when he suddenly heard Chuanwen's heartfelt words and followed the sound to find him.
He asked the waiter to bring him a pot of tea, took a sip, and then ordered a few snacks. The standard fare for enjoying the melon was served. Ah, what a leisurely life!
Then he thought of something else. Wu Simian was from the Ministry of Revenue. Why not call that kid, the Minister of Revenue, over to listen to what was going on? Dismantling the other party's department would strengthen your own!
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