Feng Yu Jiu Tian vol. 19 ch. 5 – part 3

Translator: churnie

Who knows that as he spoke, he turned the conversation to the Xiao family’s mercenary business? Why did you want me to nod myself?

“We’ll talk about this later.” Feng Ming pauses and changes the subject, “If the King of Bei Qi married a queen, it would be better for him not to go back, as for the property given by Ruo Yan, if you don’t have it, you won’t have it, it’s nothing. Zhu Xuan was able to save his life and escape back to the Tong kingdom, well, it was also a great fortune in misfortune.”

Qiu Lan says, “he doesn’t want Ruo Yan’s property at all. When he was robbed, he first suspected that the royal family of Bei Qi had interfered in the matter, he felt sad and no longer wanted to go home, secondly he was distressed about the book he had written when he followed Dong Fang Tian.”

“Book?” Feng Ming suddenly widen his eyes, “Did he write the book himself?”

Wow, it seems that Zhu Xuan is already a master level who can write a book of his own biography.

I was so stupid, I was so happy when I saw Emperor Purple ancient book, never thought that the things written by this talented weapon master beside me is the real good things!

Men are really interested in weapons, not only Feng Ming yells, but Rong Hu and even Luo Yun immediately show a focused expression.

“It doesn’t matter if the book is lost, does he still write it now?” Rong Hu asks in a calm voice.

“When he degenerated into a beggar, how could he have the time to write? After being taken in by the master, although he didn’t talk to others, he always had to learn craftsmanship and work, and didn’t have much spare time, not to mention that pen, ink and silk clothes are not cheap, the small craftsman like him can’t afford it, even if he wanted to write again…”

Feng Ming laughs and waves his hand proudly, “He is no longer a small craftsman, and now no one dares to ask him to do those inconspicuous little jobs, pens, inks, and silk clothes i have it all here, Qiu Lan you take them to him, there are a large supply. Give him as much as you want! The book he wrote must be wonderful, at least when Rong Tian came back and read it, he would be so happy that he couldn’t sleep.”

Qiu Lan is also infected by Feng Ming’s energetic fighting spirit, and can’t help but saying, “This maid will go now.” She stands up and wants to do it.

Rong Hu, this gentle and attentive husband, grabs her and asks her to sit down, instead he stood up, “You have to eat, I’ll take care of this kind of thing. Duke Ming, if Zhu Xuan can really write a book about weapon manufacturing, this is really not small matter and should be regarded as confidential. This subordinate will go there in person, bring the pen, ink and silk clothes to him, and arrange several loyal and reliable people by his side to take care of his writings.”

He’s more thoughtful than Feng Ming.

Feng Ming quickly nods in agreement, “Okay, i leave this matter to you.” Rong Hu leaves to deal with the matter, and the others continue to eat.

A table of people is lively, because the things of leading Zhu Xuan to write the book, can vaguely help Rong Tian’s great undertaking a little more quickly, under the high fighting spirit, they speak even more cheerfully.

Related to this matter, Feng Ming chews a half-cold slices of meat while thinking of another interesting thing, on a whim, he suddenly pats the table and says, “Didn’t the prime minister ask us to recruit talents, collect ancient books, and promote The Grace of Order? Hey! Why can’t we arrange a few Nobel Prizes? In this way, there is no need for us to look for them, and talented people will come in for self-learning!”

The pat is so passionate that the table is slammed so loudly that it almost knock down a silver cup on it.

Qiu Yue is stunned, “Duke Ming, what is ‘that quilt prize’?”

“It’s not a quilt prize, it’s Nobel Prize!”

(拿被儿奖/Na-bei-er-jiang ‘that quilt prize’ and  诺贝尔奖/Nuo-bei-er-jiang ‘Nobel Prize’, you can read the Pinyin, both Nabeierjiang and Nuobeierjiang pronunciation sounds the same even though they have different hanzi)

Duke Ming is in high spirit and says the general meaning of the Nobel Prize, in fact he’s not really clear about the specific arrangement of the Nobel Prize, but he knows vaguely the things about dividing the world’s advanced disciplines into several subjects, selecting people with abilities, and encouraging various talents to compete.

After explaining it according to what he understand, Feng Ming doesn’t care if the highly respected Nobel Prize in the modern world is like what he said, anyway, he has broken out his own unique style, can break out just break out, everyone is stupefied, and finally he concludes with a beaming face. “Anyway, it’s just about money, i don’t have anything else, i just happen to have a lot of money. Luo Deng said that the recent luxury tour of the Aman River actually made a lot of money. Haha, I might as well take out a big bonus and then promote that there will be an equal election of talented people all over the world, you have talent you have money, and the Nobel Prize is the biggest reward! Haha, what do you think?”

His round eyes look at everyone expectantly.

Qiu Yue reacts first, she lets out a long breath and says with a surprised expression on her face, “It’s good! Such a thing is interesting! The invention award mentioned by Duke Ming just now, I think Qiu Xing and Qiu Lan’s cotton armor can win the award! Oh, by the way, Duke Ming, can women also participate?”

“Of course, why not?”

Luo Yun unexpectedly actually actively participates in it, after considering it, he seriously proposes, “Young master said that Nobel is someone else’s name. Since the young master gave out the bonus to do this major event, the other person’s name should never be used. This subordinate thinks that it would be better to call it The Xiao Family Award.”

Qiu Xing giggles, “What a strange name, this is Duke Ming’s idea, look at this maid ah, it should be called Duke Ming Award.”

“I think it would be nice to call The Xirei Award,” Qiu Yue says.

“No, no, Duke Ming said there will be several awards, let’s give each award a name. Well, Xirei Award, Duke Ming Award, and Xiao Family Award also has its own, right, right, Dong Fan also has its own, and there will be another Dong Fan Award!”

“Dong Fan award doesn’t sound good. If you name it, you might as well have a better one. Qiu Yue Award, Qiu Xing Award, Qiu Lan Award…”

“Qiu Yue Award? You ah, you’re really not embarrassed ah!”

“What? Qiu Lan, you judge us, is The Qiu Yue Award sounds not good? It’s better than The Dong Fan Award, right?”

The two maids have identical faces, chattering together, and the poor Qiu Lan is also pulled in the middle, three women are enough for a drama, but instead Feng Ming the proposer has to endure together.

(三个女人一台戏 three women are enough for a drama (idiom): Women love chatting lively and that can be turned into a drama)

He looks at Luo Yun on the opposite side of the table, the other party is as helpless as him, they can’t help but exchange a wry smile across the dining table.

The atmosphere has become noisy to the highest point by the three girls, and Rong Hu is back.

The neglected Feng Ming and Luo Yun first notice him.

“Rong Hu is back? Come here, I just thought of a good one…” Looking at Rong Hu’s expression, Feng Ming’s cheerful tone suddenly stop and he looks at Rong Hu suspiciously, “What’s wrong? Is Zhu Xuan only willing to deal with Qiu Lan? Or does he just don’t want to write a book anymore?”

The three maids turn around and immediately notice something is wrong, they suddenly shut their mouths.

The room is suddenly quieted down.

Everyone looks at Rong Hu.

After only going out for a while, Rong Hu seems to be a different person, his face was unusually pale and his gloomy face can’t be hidden..

He walks up to Feng Ming and says in a very heavy voice, “An urgent letter from Prince Yong Yi has just arrived. The operation to rescue Lie Er is failed, and not only that, Prince Yong Yi said in the letter that Lie’er might…” The words come to a sudden stop.

Everyone’s heart can’t help but falling down. Everyone stares and waits for Rong Hu to finish his words.

Rong Hu silents for a while, fiercely grits his teeth, before squeezing his fist hanging on the side of his leg, and says, “Lie’er, he might have been severely injured by an arrow and fell into the torrents.”

In a split second, the room fall into a dead silence.

The mind of thousand miles of clear sky is completely covered by an ink-like black cloud in an instant.

(晴空 Clear sky; describes the sky is clear without any clouds: also describes a person’s psychology).

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This Lie Er matter is so depressing…huufft….