CH 21

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"Your Majesty, although the dog has no worldly talent, he is dedicated to the people. It is absolutely impossible for him to do such things that are reviled by the people. Please, Your Majesty!"  Count Zhongping pleaded.

"How many people in the world know the name of your family?" Ban-Huai said strangely, "Just want everyone in the world to scold you. They should know you have no ability."

"Ban Shuiqing!" Count Zhongping was angered intolerably, "I have tolerated you for a long time, Don’t make trouble unreasonably!”

“I’m just telling the truth. Count Zhongping doesn’t have to be so angry,” Ban Huai sighed, “Whatever, I don’t want to talk about such trivial matters with you. Xi Family’s eldest son is famous all over the world, everyone in the world should know. Who is there that doesn't know, right?"

"You, you..." Count Zhongping felt that every word and action of Ban Huai was humiliating his Xie family. And in a frenzy, he raised his hand and rushed towards Ban Huai. 

"Count Zhongping, you must not do this."

A cry was heard. Everything had turned into chaos. Someone moved quickly, faster than Count Zhongping, and stood in front of Ban Huai. This caused the person standing in front of Ban Huai to get heavily hit in the arms.

"At the foot of the emperor, you dare to do this? Have you ever paid attention to His Majesty?" Ban Huai quickly pulled Cheng An, who was standing in front of him back, lest Count Zhongping continues to go crazy and hurt others. 

The general standing nearby moved forward, twisted Count Zhongping's hand back, and pushed him to the ground.

"Count Zhongping, sorry to offend." 

The military commander glanced at Ban Huai and Count Zhongping before returning to his original position with a straight face.

"Cheng An, is your arm okay?" Ban Huai asked when he saw Zhongping lying on the ground. He turned his head and looked at Rong Xia, feeling guilty but grateful. "This matter, I have implicated you. I am really sorry."

"Hou Ye speaks heavily," Rong-Xia glanced at Count Zhongping and bowed to him. " Count Zhongping, you and Jingting Hou are officials in the same court. Any misunderstanding should be resolved properly. Such anger might hurt your body and mind."

"Humph!" Emperor Yun Qing who was sitting at the top slapped his throne with a solemn face, "Looking at him, it feels he was so angry that he didn't even consider where he is."

"Your Majesty, this official has no intention of offending Your Majesty. Just Jingting Hou Count is deceiving people too much, he tried to find trouble for me all day long. This official finally could not bear it and committed such a big mistake on impulse. Majesty, please consider carefully." 

After being pushed to the ground by the military commander, Count Zhongping was sober. Hearing the anger of His Majesty, he regretted it even more and hated Ban-Huai who troubled him all day.

Emperor Yun Qing knew about the grievances between the two families. In his opinion, Ban Hua was a likable junior. Although he would not let his son marry such a girl, it does not mean that he would watch as Ban Hua lost face. Who is Ban Hua? His niece, the granddaughter of the eldest princess, has a relationship with the royal family. If she were to marry the second son of the Xie family, that would be considered a low marriage.

The Xie's second son eloping with a woman from a brothel, it did not only cause Ban Hua to lose face but also caused him to lose face.

Who doesn't know that he favors Ban-Hua, but the junior he favored has a broken marriage. Won't people laugh and point at him for lacking insight and doting on someone who has a broken marriage, someone was stranded by a man?

As Ban Hua’s father, Ban Huai satirized him with words. Count Zhongping hadn’t seemed so troubled when his son escaped from marriage. After hearing a few words, now he wanted to beat a Count with a higher title. He really looked down on this court.

Emperor Yun Qing was unhappy and had little emotions, so what Count Zhongping said was total nonsense to him.

At this time in Jingtinghou Fu, Ban Hua was urging Ban Heng to practice martial arts. Ban Heng wailed bitterly but did not dare to sit on the ground. He was afraid of the whip in his sister's hand.

"Sister, has it been a quarter of an hour?"

"It's still early," Ban Hua stared at the bowl above his head as she replied, "Don't move or else the water will overflow from the bowl. Be careful. If you shake it again, I will hit you."

Ban Heng gritted his teeth and said: " Sister, my sister, the No. 1 Beauty in the Great Dynasty, please let me take a breath! Okay, just a breath."

Ban Hua looked at Ban Heng and said with a faint smile: " Brother Heng, If you don't exercise well, how will you protect our parents once they are old?""You are not good at poetry, and you cannot be a scholar in the future."Ban Heng's knees softened."If you are not good at painting, you can't sell any."Ban Heng's knees grew softer."Not good at arithmetic, can't do be an accountant."Ban Heng's knees were too soft to even hold him up."Not good at riding and shooting, can't be a hunter."Ban Heng's knees were about to give up and he was about to kneel down for his sister."You don’t work hard and don’t know how to farm land. The only thing you can do is exercise your strength and live your life by relying on strength. Even if the future is bitter, at least you have good health. No one shall dare to touch you."Ban Heng finally knelt down with a thump.

"Sister! I was wrong!"

Ban Hua took out a handkerchief to wipe the water off his face. Then she slowly patted his head with satisfaction: "It's good that you understand. Go and change into dry clothes. Then come back and continue."

"Yes." Ban Heng crawled up from the ground sadly. He got up, glanced at the broken bowl on the ground, and started to calculate in his head. After a few years, how many bags of goods would he have to carry at the dock before he could buy such a fine porcelain bowl?

That afternoon, he went to the housekeeper to inquire about it. The bowl he broke was produced by an official kiln. The price of a bowl was about 20 taels, enough for an ordinary farmer to spend a year with a surplus. The cargo-carrying workers at the dock get five wens for carrying a bag of cargo. This also requires them to have good luck, and the masters they encounter also have to be kind.

One tael of silver is exchanged for a thousand wen, twenty taels is 20,000 wen. so he has to carry about 5,000 bags of goods to buy the bowl he currently uses?

"Sister!" Ban Heng rushed into Ban Hua's yard crying and howling. "Let's go bury money!"

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"Your Majesty, although the dog has no worldly talent, he is dedicated to the people. It is absolutely impossible for him to do such things that are reviled by the people. Please, Your Majesty!"  Count Zhongping pleaded.

"How many people in the world know the name of your family?" Ban-Huai said strangely, "Just want everyone in the world to scold you. They should know you have no ability."

"Ban Shuiqing!" Count Zhongping was angered intolerably, "I have tolerated you for a long time, Don’t make trouble unreasonably!”

“I’m just telling the truth. Count Zhongping doesn’t have to be so angry,” Ban Huai sighed, “Whatever, I don’t want to talk about such trivial matters with you. Xi Family’s eldest son is famous all over the world, everyone in the world should know. Who is there that doesn't know, right?"

"You, you..." Count Zhongping felt that every word and action of Ban Huai was humiliating his Xie family. And in a frenzy, he raised his hand and rushed towards Ban Huai. 

"Count Zhongping, you must not do this."

A cry was heard. Everything had turned into chaos. Someone moved quickly, faster than Count Zhongping, and stood in front of Ban Huai. This caused the person standing in front of Ban Huai to get heavily hit in the arms.

"At the foot of the emperor, you dare to do this? Have you ever paid attention to His Majesty?" Ban Huai quickly pulled Cheng An, who was standing in front of him back, lest Count Zhongping continues to go crazy and hurt others. 

The general standing nearby moved forward, twisted Count Zhongping's hand back, and pushed him to the ground.

"Count Zhongping, sorry to offend." 

The military commander glanced at Ban Huai and Count Zhongping before returning to his original position with a straight face.

"Cheng An, is your arm okay?" Ban Huai asked when he saw Zhongping lying on the ground. He turned his head and looked at Rong Xia, feeling guilty but grateful. "This matter, I have implicated you. I am really sorry."

"Hou Ye speaks heavily," Rong-Xia glanced at Count Zhongping and bowed to him. " Count Zhongping, you and Jingting Hou are officials in the same court. Any misunderstanding should be resolved properly. Such anger might hurt your body and mind."

"Humph!" Emperor Yun Qing who was sitting at the top slapped his throne with a solemn face, "Looking at him, it feels he was so angry that he didn't even consider where he is."

"Your Majesty, this official has no intention of offending Your Majesty. Just Jingting Hou Count is deceiving people too much, he tried to find trouble for me all day long. This official finally could not bear it and committed such a big mistake on impulse. Majesty, please consider carefully." 

After being pushed to the ground by the military commander, Count Zhongping was sober. Hearing the anger of His Majesty, he regretted it even more and hated Ban-Huai who troubled him all day.

Emperor Yun Qing knew about the grievances between the two families. In his opinion, Ban Hua was a likable junior. Although he would not let his son marry such a girl, it does not mean that he would watch as Ban Hua lost face. Who is Ban Hua? His niece, the granddaughter of the eldest princess, has a relationship with the royal family. If she were to marry the second son of the Xie family, that would be considered a low marriage.

The Xie's second son eloping with a woman from a brothel, it did not only cause Ban Hua to lose face but also caused him to lose face.

Who doesn't know that he favors Ban-Hua, but the junior he favored has a broken marriage. Won't people laugh and point at him for lacking insight and doting on someone who has a broken marriage, someone was stranded by a man?

As Ban Hua’s father, Ban Huai satirized him with words. Count Zhongping hadn’t seemed so troubled when his son escaped from marriage. After hearing a few words, now he wanted to beat a Count with a higher title. He really looked down on this court.

Emperor Yun Qing was unhappy and had little emotions, so what Count Zhongping said was total nonsense to him.

He didn’t even look at Count Zhongping and said to Yan Hui: “That being the case, it’s up to you to thoroughly investigate the matter. The Dali Temple and the Criminal Ministry will assist you.  Xi Chongjin is to be temporarily detained in the prison until the case is found out. Do not let people visit! "

"Your Majesty!"

Count Zhongping knelt down on the hall, and his voice trembled: "Your Majesty, the servant was wronged!"

"Whether someone is wronged or not, we can only find out when things are clear." Emperor Yun Qing was impatient.

He stood up, and ordered"Retreat!

"Long Live Your Majesty!"

Zhongping sat on the ground blankly. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn't have transferred the eldest son back to the capital. The second son broke his eye, and the eldest son was going to be imprisoned again. Which evil god did their Xie family provoke?

"Count Zhongping, aren't you still moving?"

Count Zhongping got up from the ground, turned to look at the general talking to him, and walked out of the hall in a daze.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and turned back: "If I remember correctly, General Cao is associated with Jingting Hou?"

General Cao touched the stubble on his chin. "At the end of the early years, I was indeed the part of 1st-Elder Princess Fu-ma's. Why does Count Zhongping ask ?"

"As you generals,I am very disappointed with descendants of Jingting Hou Fu. I didn't expect to..." Count Zhongping shook his head, "You military commanders are actually kind and righteous. . "

Count Zhong Ping looked at him and could not help but frown. Was he thinking too much?

"Count Rong, be careful of the steps." Ban Huai sent Rong Xia back to Cheng An Count's house. It was only after the imperial physician good at treating bruises arrived that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Hou, I didn't suffer any injuries." Rong Xia rolled up his sleeves. Contrary to his statement, there was a big bruise on his arm, which looked a little scary.

"It's so green and you still say haven't been injured yet?" Ban Huai turned to look at the Imperial physician, "Imperial physician, please help me see if there is any bone injury?"

It was rumored that Count Rong was good at calligraphy, and could even use both hands at the same time. If Rong Xia really had hurt his hand, how could his conscience be clear?

"Don't worry too much, Lord Ban Huai. Count Rong only has a skin injury. He will be cured after applying the ointment in a few days."

The imperial physician was a little surprised. How could such a stunning and brilliant person like Count Rong be with an old unruly person like Lord Ban Huai? 

Could it be... he glanced at Ban Huai, the Ban family's daughter was said to be beautiful, one among thousands, could it be that something was going on?

At this time in Jingtinghou Fu, Ban Hua was urging Ban Heng to practice martial arts. Ban Heng wailed bitterly but did not dare to sit on the ground. He was afraid of the whip in his sister's hand.

"Sister, has it been a quarter of an hour?"

"It's still early," Ban Hua stared at the bowl above his head as she replied, "Don't move or else the water will overflow from the bowl. Be careful. If you shake it again, I will hit you."

Ban Heng gritted his teeth and said: " Sister, my sister, the No. 1 Beauty in the Great Dynasty, please let me take a breath! Okay, just a breath."

Ban Hua looked at Ban Heng and said with a faint smile: " Brother Heng, If you don't exercise well, how will you protect our parents once they are old?""You are not good at poetry, and you cannot be a scholar in the future."Ban Heng's knees softened."If you are not good at painting, you can't sell any."Ban Heng's knees grew softer."Not good at arithmetic, can't do be an accountant."Ban Heng's knees were too soft to even hold him up."Not good at riding and shooting, can't be a hunter."Ban Heng's knees were about to give up and he was about to kneel down for his sister."You don’t work hard and don’t know how to farm land. The only thing you can do is exercise your strength and live your life by relying on strength. Even if the future is bitter, at least you have good health. No one shall dare to touch you."Ban Heng finally knelt down with a thump.

"Sister! I was wrong!"

Ban Hua took out a handkerchief to wipe the water off his face. Then she slowly patted his head with satisfaction: "It's good that you understand. Go and change into dry clothes. Then come back and continue."

"Yes." Ban Heng crawled up from the ground sadly. He got up, glanced at the broken bowl on the ground, and started to calculate in his head. After a few years, how many bags of goods would he have to carry at the dock before he could buy such a fine porcelain bowl?

That afternoon, he went to the housekeeper to inquire about it. The bowl he broke was produced by an official kiln. The price of a bowl was about 20 taels, enough for an ordinary farmer to spend a year with a surplus. The cargo-carrying workers at the dock get five wens for carrying a bag of cargo. This also requires them to have good luck, and the masters they encounter also have to be kind.

One tael of silver is exchanged for a thousand wen, twenty taels is 20,000 wen. so he has to carry about 5,000 bags of goods to buy the bowl he currently uses?

"Sister!" Ban Heng rushed into Ban Hua's yard crying and howling. "Let's go bury money!"