OBS Chapter 1250 My goodness, my great-uncle!
Chapter 1250 My goodness, my great-uncle!
The more I looked at this so-called manuscript, the more confused I became.
The story was just about Shaolin Temple and Abbot Guo Erxiaojie, but then it started talking about the Three Saints of Kunlun, and then about Zhang's slovenly disciple Zhu Cuishan, and then about Zhu Cuishan's son being named Zhu Yuanzhang.
No, my grandfather's name is Zhu Wusi—you can tell from that name that he didn't have any official rank!
Besides, if my grandfather really was Zhang the Sloppy's apprentice, would my uncles have starved to death? Would my father have needed to beg for food?
The key point is that if my family really had such a deep connection with Zhang the Sloppy, would Zhang the Sloppy have bothered to call himself a remnant of the Yuan Dynasty?
The further down you look, the brighter the black sesame dumplings' eyes become.
It turns out my dad had a childhood sweetheart!
It turns out my dad has a cousin!
So my dad still had his eye on Wang Baobao's sister?
Case solved!
I said, "Why is the old man still so hung up on Wang Baobao? He even called Wang Baobao some extraordinary man!"—So he's after Wang Baobao's sister!
"Quickly, have someone print two million copies of this manuscript. Don't use my brother-in-law's real name as the author; just use the three characters 'Gui Jianchou'."
Black Sesame Dumpling handed the manuscript to the commander of the personal guards, and then tossed a waist token to Xia Yu: "And you, take my waist token to the Zhenfu Division and have them send people to guard the gates of the capital. As soon as the fourth brother arrives in the capital, arrest him and bring him here to me. Don't give him a chance to go to my eldest and second sisters."
After Xia Yu accepted the order and left, Heizhima Tangyuan looked at the sky outside Qianqing Palace again.
My goodness!
Black Sesame Dumpling unconsciously mimicked Yang Shaofeng's strange cry—it turned out that he had been watching from afternoon until evening, and now it was already time to put down the lamps.
Looking at Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen, and several ministers who were still in the Qianqing Palace, Heizhima Tangyuan chuckled twice and said, "I was so engrossed in reading my brother-in-law's novel that I forgot the time."
Li Shanchang asked with a face full of curiosity, "The Imperial Son-in-Law actually writes novels? I wonder what he writes about?"
Black Sesame Dumpling pouted and said, "I guess he heard that my dad wrote 'The Legend of Zhou Dian the Immortal,' so he wanted to write one to annoy my dad too."
Well, then what?
Both Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen were waiting for the next installment of the story about Black Sesame Dumplings—it's normal for Yang the Madman to want to annoy your father; it would be strange if he didn't annoy your father one day!
The question is, what kind of rubbish did he write?
Heizhi Tangyuan glanced at Li Shanchang and the others, deliberately putting on a nonchalant air, and said, "It's nothing much, just that they made up stories about my grandfather being a disciple of Zhang Lata from Wudang Mountain, and that my father once escorted a girl to the Western Regions when he was young. They also made up stories about my father having a cousin he had never met, and that my cousin waited for my father his whole life, longed for my father his whole life, and hated my father his whole life."
"Oh, and he also wrote some other random things, like that when my dad was a child, Zhang Shicheng's daughter Zhang Zhiruo fed him on a small boat on the Han River."
"And what else is there? When my father was young, he was in love with a woman from Dali, but he could not have her. In the end, his love turned into hatred, and after he became emperor, he ordered the annihilation of Dali."
"Oh, and finally, there's Wang Baobao's sister, Zhao Min, who's known as the most beautiful woman in Mongolia. She captured a whole bunch of people and took them to Dadu, just to force my father to go to Dadu to rescue them so she could meet him. She even broke ties with her father, Prince Ruyang, for my father's sake."
"..."
The more Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen, and the others listened, the brighter their eyes became.
I love to hear it, I want to hear more, please tell me more!
We all want to know what kind of scandal Yang Dianfeng will come up with this time.
I'm even more curious about how he arranged for the Empress and the Emperor to meet—no matter how he arranged it, the Emperor is bound to be unlucky, and Yang the Madman will probably get punished too!
Seeing that Li Shanchang and the others still wanted to hear more, Heizhima Tangyuan chuckled and said, "Please don't be impatient, everyone. I have already arranged for people to print this novel. The first print run will be two million copies, which should be more than enough."
Li Shanchang hummed in agreement, about to say something, but suddenly frowned and said, "That's not right!"
The black sesame dumpling paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong?"
As Li Shanchang pondered, he stroked his beard and said, "It's not surprising that the prince consort dares to write novels to annoy his superiors."
"Arranging those female confidantes is something only a prince consort would do."
"The question is, would the prince consort write a book to annoy his superiors just because he wrote 'The Legend of Zhou Dian the Immortal' after he rose to power?"
Is he such a diligent person?
"Not to mention that this book will definitely end up in the hands of Princess Funing and Princess Fuyang—if it were simply to make things difficult for the ruler, why would the prince consort include so many women for the ruler in the book?"
Liu Bowen nodded and said, "There's a saying among the people that whatever a writer writes is a reflection of his own heart—that's why many people write about down-on-his-luck scholars who are unexpectedly loved by wealthy heiresses."
"If Princess Funing and Princess Fuyang heard this claim, wouldn't they become suspicious when they read the novels written by the Imperial Son-in-Law?"
"Not to mention, the Prince Consort is the type who would rather lie down than sit up, and look at the rather thick manuscript His Highness was holding just now..."
As Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen finished speaking, the entire Qianqing Palace fell silent once again. Black Sesame Dumpling unconsciously imitated Emperor Zhu and gently tapped the table with his fingers.
In the end, it all comes down to my brother-in-law being too lazy. Not to mention that this novel might ruin him, even if it doesn't, and it's guaranteed to cause my dad a lot of trouble, how could he be willing to write out so many words one by one?
Thinking about how every time she went to the Prince Consort's mansion, nine times out of ten she saw Yang Shaofeng lounging on a recliner drinking tea, Black Sesame Dumpling couldn't help but shake her head.
There are countless ways to make things difficult, so why would he choose such a tiring and dangerous method?
As he was thinking, the black sesame dumpling suddenly had a bright idea and exclaimed, "I understand!"
"They say the real intention behind a drunkard's wine is not in the wine itself. My brother-in-law probably wrote this novel not just to upset my father, but also to intentionally or unintentionally steer people overseas—to Ice and Fire Island, the Western Regions, and especially Persia. He wants people to keep thinking about the Western Regions and Persia!"
"Well, preaching in the newspapers every day is useless, but after reading this novel, I wonder how many people will think about that Persian girl named Xiao Zhao?"
"If we ever have the chance to go to Persia in the future, do you think our Ming soldiers and ordinary people would be eager to go?"
"Would they like to see Ice and Fire Island overseas?"