Rise From the Humble

The sun was setting in the west, and the gorgeous sunset dyed the entire capital red. An errand boy delivered a note to the concierge of Linhuai Marquis Mansion, and then left happily holding the heavy reward money. It didn't take long for Li Shu to receive the note.

"Why aren't you here for dinner?" Baozi's little maid puffed up her cheeks and looked at the table full of food with regret.

"Love will come or not!"

Li Shu pursed her red lips, crumpled the note in her hand, threw it far away, then stood up and walked out. Wearing an orange pleated long skirt against the backdrop of the setting sun, she looked even more elegant and noble. She had a peach wood hairpin inserted sideways into her long, silky hair, and her beautiful face had delicate makeup, making her look like a fairy.

Stinky toad, bad toad. Li Shu pouted her little mouth and scolded as she walked. When she came to the far away note, she paused for a moment, then her embroidered shoes flew up and stepped on the note twice, as if she had stepped on it in her mouth. It looked like an angry toad, but after stepping on it, she bent down and stretched out her slender hand to pick up the note.

"What's wrong, miss?" Baozi's little maid opened her mouth wide in surprise at the door.

"I'm going to burn it!" Li Shu turned around and showed her little tiger fangs at the little maid Baozi, as if she was stomping on her feet and trying to burn the note into ashes before she could release her breath.

Baozi's little maid was so frightened that she shrank her head back, fearing that the fire at the city gate would affect the fish in the pond and harm her.

While Baozi's little maid was worrying about what to do with a table full of delicacies, Zhu Ping'an's dinner had already begun. Although it is not delicacies from the mountains and seas, chicken, duck, fish and meat are all available, and the dishes are also very rich. Several jars of red wine are wafting among the glasses, and the atmosphere is unique.

"Master Zhu, I would like to propose a toast to you."

After drinking a few drinks together, everyone toasted to get to know each other. At this time, Zhang Juzheng also picked up a glass of wine and toasted to the cheerful Zhu Pingan who was eating next to him.

Zhu Ping'an was still biting a piece of oily meat skewer in his mouth. He watched Zhang Juzheng address himself as a lower official and raised the wine glass to him. He didn't react for a moment.

Zhu Ping'an's impression of Zhang Juzheng was that of the chief minister of the cabinet in history, who was subordinate to one person but more than ten thousand people, who wielded great power and controlled the entire Ming Dynasty with applause. At this moment, Zhang Juzheng was calling himself a subordinate. , and also toasted to himself. This image made Zhu Pingan unable to react for a while.

"Master Zhu?" Zhang Juzheng held the wine glass for a second. Seeing that Zhu Ping'an didn't respond, he couldn't help but smile and call out again. He was personable, elegant and stylish.

When Zhang Juzheng called Lord Zhu, Zhu Ping'an realized that this was Zhang Juzheng toasting himself. It was a real scene. The talented person who would be at the helm of the Ming Dynasty was toasting himself with wine.

"Ahem, what did you just say?" Zhu Pingan suddenly became excited, swallowed the meat skewers in his mouth, and quickly wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"Master Zhu?" Zhang Juzheng was a little surprised, but he repeated it.

"Not this sentence, but the previous sentence?" Zhu Pingan looked at Zhang Juzheng, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Master Zhu, I would like to propose a toast to you." Zhang Juzheng felt that he could not keep up with Zhu Ping'an's thoughts, but he repeated it anyway.

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an felt as if he had drank Shiquan Dabu Decoction, his face was congested, and Zhang Ju was calling him a lower official! I don’t know why, but it feels as good as taking Shiquan Dabu Dan! This is the future Prime Minister Zhang Juzheng, a famous figure in history, and now he is calling himself a subordinate!

Be it Jiajing, Yan Song, or Yan Shifan, these great people in history all need to be looked up to by themselves. This is probably the first time that great people in history have spoken to me in this tone.

Really, it feels like a person is still considering whether to eat Laotan pickled cabbage-flavored instant noodles or Master Kong beef instant noodles, but the national husband Wang Sicong suddenly appears and bows to himself: Hello, boss, I am Xiao Wang.

After being excited, Zhu Pingan laughed at himself again, saying that he was really worthless! Zhang Juzheng told himself that he could be so excited just by being dismissed from the official position, but he was actually short-sighted and hopeless, haha.

Zhang Juzheng is dormant and accumulating strength at this time, and he will soar into the sky in the future.

At this moment, Zhang Juzheng is under him. In the future, he, Zhang Juzheng, can be the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty, and he, Zhang Juzheng, can be the helm of the Ming Dynasty in the future!

Why can't I?

What young people fear most is satisfaction, and what they fear least is greed!

If Zhang Juzheng is still 100,000 miles away from the chief minister and the helm of the Ming Dynasty at this time, then he is currently only 99,999 miles away at most, which is a little closer than him.

Haha, since you are walking in front of him now, why don't you think more about it.

The collision of ideas in his mind seemed complicated, but in fact it was completed in just one tenth of a second. Zhu Pingan's ambition also took root and sprouted at this moment.

"Senior brother, what you said is really embarrassing, I should respect you." Zhu Pingan shook his head and smiled, then raised his glass and raised a toast to Zhang Juzheng.

There is a reason for Zhu Pingan to call senior Zhang Juzheng. Zhang Juzheng became a Jinshi earlier than Zhu Pingan, and his master is also Xu. Under the same division, it makes sense for Zhu Pingan to call senior Zhang Juzheng.

Listening to Zhu Pingan's words, Zhang Juzheng was slightly surprised. Zhu Pingan asked him to repeat this sentence just now. Zhang Juzheng also said that Zhu Pingan was a superficial and vain person. An old man who had enjoyed himself in the officialdom for several years called him such a fledgling official. However, he didn't show it because of his deep city. At this moment, he was slightly surprised when he heard what Zhu Pingan said.

But it was just a slight surprise. In Zhang Juzheng's heart, the superficial image that Zhu Ping'an left for Zhang Juzheng when he visited his master in Xu Jiena last time has not changed much.

"Haha, look at what you two have to give in to, just drink together." The person next to him couldn't stand it and started talking with a smile.

Then, Zhu Pingan and Zhang Juzheng looked at each other, smiled, and drank from their glasses together.

The atmosphere at the wine table was very good, and everyone was chatting happily. Apart from eating, Zhu Pingan watched and listened carefully when everyone was talking. When others spoke, he watched and listened. Everyone thought Zhu Pingan respected them, but they didn't know that Zhu Pingan was watching their mouth shapes with his peripheral vision and practicing lip language.

While listening and watching, Zhu Pingan combined the lip language theory he saw in "Yongle Dadian" in the afternoon with practice. Slowly, Zhu Pingan felt that his lip language ability was slowly improving. From the changes in their mouth shapes Zhongzhen can slowly read the pronunciation.

"Hey, have you ever felt that the smell of powder on your uncle's body is too strong?"

"Yes, he smelled it as soon as he walked in."

The two people opposite raised glasses and talked in low voices. Zhu Ping'an watched the changes in their mouth shapes from the corner of his eye and listened to most of their conversation. He silently raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He seemed to be quite good at lip language.