Zuo Mingjing was a little happy today because Qian Duoduo came to talk to her.

The two chatted about their current situation for a while. Zuo Mingjing did not want to say more about how she was living in He's house, but only picked up some interesting things about the two of them when they were children.

In contrast, Qian Duoduo was much more cheerful. She chatted for a long time and then asked the maid to bring a box over.

"Sister Mingjing, come and see." Qian Duoduo looked a little excited.

Zuo Mingjing looked around and saw that she had taken out a book with the words "The Story of Stone" written on the cover.

After flipping through it, I saw that only the first dozen pages had words, and there were about four chapters.

"Did you write this?" Zuo Mingjing knew it just by looking at the handwriting.

Qian Duoduo nodded and said expectantly: "Sister Mingjing, what do you think?"

Zuo Mingjing is actually quite aware of how many words Qian Duoduo has written.

In the official circles, Qian Chengyun is only known to be a treacherous person, but few people remember that he entered the official position with the second place in the ranking. What is even more rare is that he still did not study hard after winning the ranking. The Qian family has as many books as any other in Beijing.

In an academy, Qian Duoduo has been reading books since he was a child, and he is actually no worse than ordinary students in this aspect.

It's a pity that he was raised in a boudoir and had nothing in his chest.

Zuo Mingjing initially thought that "The Story of the Stone" was similar to Qian Duoduo's previous writings about her daughter's family, but just reading the beginning, she was shocked.

After flipping through more than a dozen pages, Zuo Mingjing was speechless for a long time.

"how?"

"This... was written by you?" Zuo Mingjing asked again.

"Sister Mingjing, can you keep it a secret?" Qian Duoduo pinched her fingers.

Zuo Mingjing nodded: "I will definitely not tell others."

Qian Duoduo said somewhat mysteriously: "Although I wrote the article, the story was told to me by him. It was Mr. Cao Xueqin who entrusted the dream to him..."

Zuo Mingjing naturally understood who the 'him' in her words was, so she didn't ask any more questions.

She pulled Qian Duoduo to sit down on the couch and said, "Tell me, what happened next?"

"Sister Mingjing, how about you tell me about "The Story of the Stone" first?"

Zuo Mingjing paused for a moment, hesitated a little, and said in a low voice: "This is not something I can judge arbitrarily... What is written in sorrow and joy is the state of our Chu Dynasty..."

Qian Duoduo tilted his head, feeling a little confused.

In her eyes, this is clearly a romantic story.

Zuo Mingjing said slowly: "I only want to say that the first four chapters you have written now seem to be written by a child, but they reflect the vicissitudes of the world. King Xue Bawang beat people to death, and the sufferers broke through the yamen, but the officials listed "

The official amulet "engages in favoritism and malpractice. In the homes of the powerful and powerful in this world, white jade is used as hall gold and horses are used as palaces, and pearls are as earthy and gold is as iron as iron... Although it is a hasty stroke, the shape of the officialdom described is the same as what my grandfather said."

"At first glance, it looks like Yanye in the boudoir... But the human nature of the incident cannot be written by someone who has experienced ups and downs." Zuo Mingjing sighed: "Master Wang told you a good story, just look at the opening verses,

I knew it was absolutely amazing. But if you want to write it well, it will take a lot of effort."

Qian Duoduo nodded and asked, "Does Sister Mingjing think it can be passed down through the ages?"

"If you write well, you should be able to."

"But I'm not good at writing, right?"

It was rare that Qian Duoduo spoke so directly, Zuo Mingjing was slightly surprised, smiled gently, and comforted: "You can write slowly, and you can always write well."

"Sister Mingjing, how about we write it together?"

"Um?"

"I have heard about your situation." Qian Duoduo said in a low voice: "I thought about it over and over, and I just came up with this solution. If the world says you are a traitor, we will write a book of words that will be passed down through the ages to beat them.

face."

Zuo Mingjing wanted to say something, but Qian Duoduo was unusually determined.

"Xiao Lang once said that if someone reads this book today and sees that it was written by a concubine, it will make people in the world look at concubines with admiration. Even if they don't want to admit it, it doesn't matter, at least it will make other concubines look at them with admiration.

Know that you can accomplish something. If someone in future generations reads this book, it will let future generations know that concubines do not just stay in the boudoir and cry."

"This is also the case for Sister Mingjing. I don't want others to talk about Sister Mingjing and only talk about being stupid. I want the world to understand your talent and character. Because..."

Qian Duoduo said, stood up, as if mustering up great courage, and said slowly: "The final conclusion of a woman's life should not be just what her husband is like, but what she has done herself."

Her voice was very soft, but it was like a thunder exploding in Zuo Mingjing's ears.

Zuo Mingjing suddenly raised her head, shocked on the spot.

…

For a long time, she just looked at Qian Duoduo, with only one thought in her mind

Is this still the Qian Duoduo I know?

How could that soft and frail young girl have such bold and novel ideas now?

Although her voice is still very quiet and her tone is still gentle, she can become so tenacious...

"Sister Mingjing, write with me." Qian Duoduo said again, with a bright light in her eyes.

Zuo Mingjing looked into her eyes and suddenly felt like crying.

Over the past few days, I have been trapped in a cage, rumored and slandered, and intrigued... In the end, I still saw concern and hope.

"But this story was given to you by Prince Wang." Zuo Mingjing hesitated.

Qian Duoduo said: "I asked Xiaolang to help you give me an idea, so he asked me to write this story. Although he didn't say it explicitly, I knew that Xiaolang also meant this."

Zuo Mingjing suddenly became a little distracted.

In my memory, before I got married, the poem that person sent me came to mind.

"I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you and I burst into tears."

That person is sentimental and understanding, and understands the sorrows of the world.

…

Qian Duoduo pulled Zuo Mingjing's sleeve and said coquettishly: "Okay? Sister Mingjing."

"Then...you can tell me the rest of the story first."

Qianqing Palace.

He Liangyuan did not dare to sit down on the small stool given by the emperor.

He hesitated for a long time, but decided to directly say what he was hiding in his heart:

"Your Majesty, during the rebellion the night before, the veteran had brought his servants to escort him. However, he was stopped by people from the patrol camp! They surrounded the veteran's residence with water, euphemistically calling it protecting the veteran. In fact, it was clearly...

…”

It was clearly Wang Xiao who was giving eye drops to the old minister, shameless and despicable!

Emperor Yanguang was slightly surprised.

Looking around, I saw He Liangyuan looking aggrieved, as if he was sorry that he couldn't come to escort him.

The old man is now a cabinet minister, and it is rare that he can speak so straightforwardly.

"The patrol battalion maintains public order in the capital and protects important officials. He Aiqing has no need to worry about it. Sit down." Emperor Yanguang said: "I understand your loyalty."

He Liangyuan just carefully sat down on the small stool.

Emperor Yanguang said: "It is not a big deal to summon your beloved here today. You are about to join the cabinet and work hard for the country."

He Liangyuan accepted the promise.

Today it was just gentleness, the conversation became more relaxed, and the monarch and his ministers talked about some interesting things in the capital.

For example, He Liangyuan said: "I heard that Minister Qian intends to betroth his legitimate daughter to the Wang family."

Emperor Yanguang frowned slightly, knowing where his sword was pointing, and said: "Don't you understand Qian Chengyun? He also identified Wang Xiao... Well, in short, I can trust Qian Aiqing."

"However, I heard that Qian Chengyun is very close to the consort."

Emperor Yanguang said: "If he really gets close, how can he dare to discuss marriage with the Wang family openly? Just watch and see if the Wang family dares to accept this marriage."

He Liangyuan was stunned. Although His Majesty was smiling, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes, as if he had doubts about his strategic ability.

Qian Chengyun is really slippery.

He Liangyuan did not dare to dwell on this matter any longer, so he added: "I have also heard that Gao Chengyi is also very close to the consort."

"Where did He Aiqing hear these rumors?" Emperor Yanguang said lightly: "Gao Chengyi, I can trust you."

He Liang came prepared from afar, raised his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I have obtained evidence that Gao Chengyi once led troops to Wangjia Village on the outskirts of Beijing to relieve the siege, and also entered and exited the Wangjia Villa many times."

"He Aiqing has been in the Hanlin Academy for a long time, so he may have misjudged these news." Emperor Yanguang's expression became a bit like "I hate iron but not steel."

He suddenly regretted that He Liangyuan entered the cabinet.

This old guy is way too good!

He Liangyuan felt cold in his heart and felt something bad, but he could only bite the bullet and said: "Your Majesty, Wang Xiao, as the consort, befriends the civil and military ministers, which is against the ancestral precepts!"
To be continued...