The general will eat grass

The porcelain vase in Brother Zhu's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. The sound seemed to touch a certain switch, and the crowd at the door of the store roared even louder. "This, this, it turned out to be a peer competition, deliberately framed."

"Oh my god, these three people are actually accomplices, and isn't this person who works for Yong'an? Such a big chain store in Kyoto still wants to do this kind of thing?"

"It seems that this store must have something better than Yong'an Dang, but I don't know whether the pawnshop will pay more, or those dead pawns will be cheaper."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuansong thought to himself: I don't have anything in my shop, it's just because Hou San has a small mind and can't accommodate others.

Thinking of Cao Cao Cao Cao's arrival, Hou San put on an embarrassed smile, confessed his crimes, and pushed through the crowd of onlookers to step into the store. He first rushed to Brother Zhu and kicked him hard, scolding: "Who gave you the courage, Let you touch Zhao Siye's porcelain? You are jealous when you see a few more customers in his shop, right? You have no vision, I value you so much in vain, I am so mad!"

He turned his head and bowed to Zhao Yuansong again, and said with an apologetic smile: "Fourth Master, look, this is the flood that washed into the Dragon King Temple, and the family does not know the family. You have a lot of adults, sell me face, forgive me for my lack of knowledge boy."

Hou San married Tang Zhan's concubine younger sister, and his Yong'an Dang chain store also had shares in the Tang family.Seeing him, Zhao Yuansong thought of a good way to run a pawnshop without conflicting with Yong'an.Adhering to the principle that businessmen make money with kindness, Zhao Yuansong walked up and patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "I don't know, shopkeeper Hou can't do such a thing. It turned out that it was your subordinates who did it. All right, for the sake of shopkeeper Hou Come on, forget it this time, but..." Zhao Yuansong nodded to the three brothers Zhu who were kneeling on the ground, "These three people have to be handed over to me. If you dare to provoke this young master, you have to bear the corresponding consequences! Ha ha."

Hou San didn't look at Brother Zhu's begging look at all, and immediately nodded, "Fourth master is happy, as long as he is happy."

Dismissing a group of onlookers, and stuffing some drinking money for Yu Xiaowei and others, Zhao Yuansong ordered the shopkeeper of the Gongdo gang to tie the three of Zhu Xiaoge to the backyard, dragged Hou San to the VIP room, and explained his plan like this explain.Hou San's eyes became brighter and brighter, he picked up the teapot and poured tea for Zhao Yuansong. "Can it really be like what you said, fourth master?"

"Why, don't you trust me? Then ask Tang Zhan to come."

"Don't, don't, I know it's fourth master who gave me a chance, I believe in you, can't I trust you. Hahaha."

Just when the two were chatting happily, there were two young men among the onlookers who were sent away by the waiter, and the bronze-skinned one said angrily to the moccasin boots: "What, I thought this little dude was so smart, It's just a person who uses his status to oppress others. I really don't see what is good about him, how can this kind of character be worthy of the second brother!"

The moccasin boots man used to be playful and had been around the rivers and lakes, so he didn't have much objection to Zhao Yuansong's method of intimidating his subordinates and wooing his superiors, but when he thought of his second brother marrying such a man, he felt quite uncomfortable, and immediately Nodding in agreement, "You're right."

---Xiao Gong, who hasn't appeared for a long time, makes a fist---

Zhao Yuansong tune-taught the three brothers Zhu well, and had dinner with shopkeeper Li of the pawn shop, and then left back to Changle Hou Mansion under the compliments of shopkeeper Li.At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the two oil lamps at the gate of the Hou Mansion have been covered with red lantern shells, and the red halo is sprinkled on the five-lion bouldering drum at the gate, adding a bit of joy to the gate of the carved beams and painted buildings.

When Zhao Yuansong returned to Zizhu Courtyard, Xiao Wu immediately reported the results of his secret investigation to him.The more Zhao Yuansong heard it, the more frightened he became, "She is a house girl, how could she have such vicious thoughts?"

Xiao Wu: "Master, the back houses of big families are usually like this. Men want fame and status outside, and women want power and pampering indoors."

It makes sense!Zhao Yuansong rubbed his forehead and asked awkwardly, "Do you know when she will do it?"

"It won't be more than two days. After all, in two or three days, you will have married into Duke Ding's mansion."

Zhao Yuansong sighed, "Let's adapt accordingly."

The next day, when it was snowing outside the house, Steward Shi personally came to Zizhu Courtyard to inform Zhao Yuansong that all relatives from his hometown in Wuyang had arrived, and a family banquet was held at noon.And from this day on, the Marquis Mansion of Changle began to entertain guests from all parties, and the wedding banquet could not stop until Zhao Yuansong married the Marquis Mansion on the third day.

The Zhao family in Wuyang is a huge family, with 56 direct descendants and nearly [-] side branches. The last one who came was the current patriarch of the Zhao family in Wuyang. He was about the same age as Marquis Changle, but a generation older.

The patriarch Zhao Zongqi once advocated adopting children from the Wuyang family to the Changle Hou Mansion, but Zhao Shouyi disagreed and forcibly adopted Zhao Yuansong, and finally had a gap with the patriarch.But no matter how chaotic and corrupt a family is inside, it is still a whole outside, and they will not give up their responsibilities because of discord.

Because it is a family banquet, everyone gathers to eat together, one table for men and one table for women, with a Phnom Penh peony screen in the middle.Zhao Yuansong's left hand is next to his cousin Zhao Shoucheng, and his cousin Zhao Yuanji is sitting on his right.After everyone got to know each other, they first toasted the elders, and Zhao Zong, the patriarch, made an important speech.The general idea is that the boys he brought are all elites of the family, and they will live in Changlehou Mansion in the future until the end of Chunwei next year.When the children's exams are over, Changlehou will arrange work for you.

Uncle Zhao Shoucheng rolled his small eyes, and said, "Patriarch, there are rich and powerful people everywhere in Kyoto, and it's not just my cousin who has the final say, it depends on how Yuanji and the others do in the exam. If you win the first prize, then how can you use your cousin to make arrangements?" .”

The patriarch snorted coldly, ignored him, and directly raised his chopsticks, indicating that the juniors can start.

Zhao Yuansong had a good ear, and heard the boy on the other side of Zhao Yuanji murmur: "He's just looking forward to our family, isn't it? If he doesn't have a son, he has to bring his daughter with him. No one knows his dirty thoughts!"

"Eat." Zhao Yuanji picked up a chopstick for him and told him to shut up.

Thinking of what Xiao Wu said before, the men and women of the aristocratic family wanted each other, Zhao Yuansong pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat his own food.

After the family banquet, Ms. Zhao Er organized a snow appreciation activity. A charcoal basin was burned in the Chenxiang Pavilion, and the heating was blowing on the face, with the fragrance of tea and wine. When the viewing window of the Chenxiang Pavilion was opened, the winter lake came into view.

"Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the Chenxiang Pavilion leaning against the railing to the north." Zhao Yuanji was seventeen years old, thin and tall, with a circle of small fluff growing on his mouth. of.

"It's wonderful. Brother, this is a literal translation of the spring breeze. Chenxiang refers to this Chenxiang Pavilion. This poem is used here, it really has a different mood." The clan brothers praised it.

Zhao Yuanji thanked everyone modestly, and finally looked at Zhao Yuansong who was sitting in the corner eating melon seeds, "Cousin Yuansong came from Zishan Academy, he must have better literary talent, why don't we come to a small competition today and write poems with snow as the theme, it's a lottery , how about asking the sisters to compose music for the victor's poems?"

Zhao Yuanji was the child that the patriarch wanted to adopt to Marquis Changle back then. He had heard a little about Zhao Yuansong's dandyism, so he couldn't help but feel compelled to compare and suppress him.He wanted to prove to everyone that he was a hundred times better than Zhao Yuansong, and it was his mistake that Marquis Changle did not choose him.

Everyone liked this novel way of playing very much, and there was no disapproval. Second Miss Zhao covered her lips and smiled delicately, praising Zhao Yuanji for being so elegant and interesting.And she glanced at Zhao Yuansong, full of gloating that she wanted to see him make a fool of herself.

"I'll come first." The boy sitting next to Zhao Yuanji during the family banquet was especially supportive. He looked at the ice lake outside the window, then looked at the warm wine in his hand, and said, "Wanli Sichun still has love, and suddenly spring comes to the guest's heart." Surprised. Thousands of mountains are green outside the snow disappearing gate, and the flowers are blooming by the lake. It’s sunny in February. The young man drinks wine in the spring, and today it’s spring and it’s white.”

"The poem is a good poem, but it's beside the point? We want to sing the snow, you're the Wing Chun!" A brother from a certain clan mocked bluntly.

"I am looking forward to spring."

"You, always talk when you think about it, don't think about it carefully." Zhao Yuanji didn't know whether to laugh or cry.He thought about it while holding the wine glass, and said in a low voice. "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight to ninety pieces, thousands of pieces, tens of thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into plum blossoms and never disappearing."

"Oh, what a beautiful mood, my brother is the number one talented scholar in Wuyang. The front is almost full of numbers, but there is no sense of cumbersomeness, especially the last sentence, which makes people feel like standing in the snow standing proudly in the cold plum blossoms, looking at the pieces. The snow falls from the sky, fighting the cold with the plum blossoms." The one holding the stinky feet flattered immediately.

Several people have recited poems, and everyone thinks that Zhao Yuanji's is the best, and he won.But Zhao Yuanji kept staring at Zhao Yuansong, "No, there is also Yuansong's cousin, who hasn't written any poems yet."

"Isn't he an ignorant dude who can also compose poetry?" The boy from Wing Chun sneered before, and toasted Zhao Yuansong without much sincerity: "Speak straight for my brother, cousin Yuansong, don't worry about it." .”

Zhao Yuansong spat out the melon seeds and gave him a smile. "Where is life not to be out of the group? The world is divided temporarily. Xueling has not returned to the outer envoy, and Songzhou is still a general in the palace." Hold a wine glass to respect him, and take a sip: "Drunk guests in the seat will wake up. There are clear clouds and rainy clouds on the lake. The city of fine wine is ready to die, and Danglu is still Zhuo Wenjun."

With a sound of "boom", Zhao Yuansong put down his wine glass, stood up and glanced at them lightly, then turned and left gracefully.

The audience was silent, and his eyes followed his figure until he disappeared at the door.His open and closed momentum shocked them all.

Zhao Lanqi didn't understand, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "What kind of broken poem is this, what is it, old man, do you mean that we are not as beautiful as Zhuo Wenjun?"

Zhao Lanping has read books, so she doesn't quite understand the specific meaning of the poem, but she also feels the heaviness brought about by the tense situation.She tightly covered her sister's mouth to prevent her from interrupting.

Zhao Yuanji came back to his senses and looked at each other's brothers.The female family members in the inner house don't know, but they know that Beixuan is surrounded by enemies, the Hussar generals stationed in Xueling are negotiating with the Dongyi people, and the soldiers sent to Songzhou City, which is the closest to Nanyuan, have not yet returned.Zhao Yuansong is satirizing them in such a tense situation, they are still eating, enjoying themselves and looking at beautiful women, waiting to die of old age.

Is this really a poem written by a dude?

Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible!Zhao Yuanji felt ashamed, he covered his chest, there seemed to be something surging there.

Zhao Yuansong didn't like things played by Confucians the most. When he returned to the Zizhu courtyard wearily, he happened to meet the third master who came to look for him. "Then, Yuan Song, this is your makeup gift from Grandma Hua."

Zhao Yuansong didn't expect the deaf and blind Grandma Hua to still be thinking of him, and immediately swept away her depression, and took the third master back to the house for tea.After the third master concubine left, Zhao Yuansong opened the brocade box, a piece of blue jadeite, and a men's golden lion inlaid white jade wide bracelet, lying quietly in it.It is easy to see that these two pieces of jade are of high value only from the luster and transparency without going through the hands of an expert.

Zhao Yuansong picked up the rare blue jadeite to play with. He found that there was a pattern on the jadeite that looked like a lotus but not a lotus. !