MTL - Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role-Chapter 10 go out
Since that day, Shi Yan's immortal demeanor and his talent in poetry and prose have spread with the end of the banquet.
I don't know how many girls from other families go back and miss Shi Yan.
A collection of Shi Yan's poems and his portrait soon appeared in Beijing.
Many people were shocked when they saw the portrait, but when they saw Shi Yan's demeanor that day, they all shook their heads and said with disdain, "You don't have a share of Shi Yan's son."
The key is that the people in the portraits are beautiful, but they don't show Shi Yan's ethereal temperament. Everyone agreed that if Young Master Shi Yan had a good appearance, his temperament would be very good.
The perfect combination of the two creates a 100% Shi Yan.
The princess who held the banquet did not expect that it was just a temporary move that could cause such a big sensation.
The younger son is not only in better health, but also has such a good reputation. Recently, he received invitations from various ladies, and Princess Mingyang was very relieved.
Because these ladies came for only one purpose, they wanted to marry her youngest son.
Even the emperor in the palace heard about this, and asked his sister to ask if his little nephew was really healthy?
Princess Mingyang's reply was also very succinct, and at the same time someone sent two Taoist scriptures to the emperor: "Ayan's body is already in good shape, the imperial doctor has treated him, and he is no different from ordinary people.
But don't say that your sister and nephew have good things and don't miss you. A Yan just pondered on his own according to these two Taoist scriptures, and his health is good. Now my sister is also practicing!
As for whether you want to practice or not, it's up to you! "
The emperor opened it and saw that they were two ordinary Taoist scriptures. He couldn't help laughing and crying: "This child, Ayan, is a lucky man. Now that he is in good health, let him come to the palace to talk to me another day."
Shi Yan didn't hide it from everyone. The imperial doctor was amazed. He didn't understand how his broken sieve-like body got better. He told the truth and showed the two Taoist scriptures to everyone. With the above-mentioned practice, it will naturally be fine.
Everyone couldn't help laughing and laughing, thinking that there was probably only this fairy-like character, and it was a matter of course to say such words, and it didn't make people feel ridiculous.
Only Princess Mingyang took it seriously, and asked for two copies from her younger son, and thought about it herself.
Shi Yan didn't stop him either. If he couldn't get in, he would be able to cultivate his body and self-cultivation.
From that day onwards, posts inviting Shi Yan were sent to the Princess Mansion in an endless stream. Shi Yan refused on the grounds of poor health. Although everyone regretted it, they understood it very well.
Although Shi Yan's body looked much better than before, when everyone saw it with their own eyes that day, his face was still paler than ordinary people, and he coughed a few times from time to time.
However, Shi Yan did not appear at the banquet, and there were legends of Shi Yan everywhere in Beijing.
On this day, Shi Yan told Princess Mingyang that he wanted to go out for a walk.
Princess Mingyang was naturally happy and hurriedly asked her younger son where he wanted to go.
Shi Yan told his mother in a warm voice, "I heard that the West Market is going to hold a lantern festival tonight. It's very lively, and my son also wants to see it."
The princess was a little hesitant, because generally this kind of lantern festival is really lively, but it is also very chaotic.
But Shi Yan insisted, the princess' hesitation was quickly defeated by the expectant eyes of her son, Liang Jingjing, and finally she could only say: "Mother will send a few more people to follow, and there are snacks outside, it's best not to eat them, so as not to break the body, If you want to eat, come back and let the cook cook it for you."
Shi Yan all nodded in response.
Nowadays, without the help of the system, Shi Yan can only rely on the plot to be self-reliant.
He remembered that a very important event happened today, and he decided to start with this event to open up the current situation.
In the evening, Shi Yan dressed in a low-key manner, accompanied by a servant, walked leisurely in the crowd, and stopped to watch when he encountered something curious.
Although Shi Yan was dressed in a more low-key fashion than usual, with his ethereal temperament and handsome face, standing in the crowd, he simply stood out from the crowd.
It can be said that wherever Shi Yan passed, people on the whole street were attracted by him, and everyone on the street cast their bold and enthusiastic eyes towards this particularly good-looking son.
Shi Yan was calm, but the servant who followed behind Shi Yan felt that he was burned through by everyone's fiery gaze, and shrank his neck nervously.
Shi Yan coughed from time to time, and the hearts of the big girls and daughters-in-law around him were heartbroken. Look at his involuntarily frowning brows, how pitiful?
The unusual movement here quickly attracted the attention of another group of people.
Not far away, next to a middle-aged uncle dressed as a rich man, followed by two or three friends, the guard behind him stepped forward and pointed in the direction of Shi Yan and said a few words.
The rich man laughed and said to an old man beside him: "Just now you said that my nephew's poetry and prose is spiritual, but unfortunately I didn't get to see it. No, the opportunity has come."
This person is the emperor who brought several ministers out of the palace in micro-clothing.
Shi Yan was standing in front of a candy painting booth and quietly admiring it. The old man who did sugar painting saw that Shi Yan was handsome, his hands and feet were swiftly following the appearance of Shi Yan, and he swayed freely. The little man with a three-pointed image was given to Shi Yan.
Shi Yan took the candy man, and the servant hurriedly stepped forward to pay the money. At this time, a person dressed as a guard came over and said a few words to Shi Yan, pointing in the direction not far away. Shi Yan nodded and followed the person.
Shi Yan left on the front foot, and the small stall selling sugar on the back foot was instantly crowded with big girls and little wives.
"I want that kind of candy painting from that gentleman just now! Make one for me!"
"I'll add an extra penny and make it for me first! I'll take it home and show it to my sister!"
"I want me too!"
Shi Yan didn't care about the liveliness behind him. Standing in front of the emperor, Shi Yan was neither humble nor arrogant, and greeted politely and respectfully. Several adults around the emperor had never seen Shi Yan's previous body, so he simply did it. Seniors gift.
Everyone had their first impression of Shi Yan's demeanor, and they were full of admiration in their hearts. Sure enough, it was better to be famous than to meet him.
The two sides had a tacit understanding and did not call out each other's identities, and only called them nephews. The emperor was also very happy that his younger sister, the younger son, was in good health, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.
Unexpectedly, the more the two of them talked, the more they agreed. No matter what the emperor said, Shi Yan would be able to pick up the words. It was not a polite nonsense. The emperor and the ministers around him could hear it. Shi Yan would only speak if he really understood.
This is invaluable.
What made the emperor even more happy was Shi Yan's attitude towards him, like treating his elders, but also like being an old friend for many years.
To the emperor, what Shi Yan, his nephew, said to him made him feel very comfortable. Since he became emperor, he has not felt this way of communicating with normal people for many years.
In a short period of time, the emperor seemed to have found a friendship with Shi Yan, chatting and laughing with Shi Yan, which surprised the ministers beside him.