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It will be half a year before the lost ground is fully recovered.

Wherever the Hu people go back and forth, the annual offerings will increase by [-]%.

In March, two major events happened in the capital.

One is the second son of the Shen family, Shen Jia, who won the first prize in the Wenju in Chunwei.One family, three fathers and sons, two champions and one second place, everyone said that Wen Quxing fell in this backyard.

The second is Shen Shucai and Ji Wan, and Ji Bolian and He Wanping are married.

The powerful and the rich are married, the three families of Ji, Shen, and He have very close personal relationships, and the wedding ceremony is even more grand than the empress's being the head of the six palaces.The place where the two red sedan chairs pass is covered with a thick layer of flowers, and if you grab a handful, a few coins will jingle into the palm of your hand.

Song Qijing sat in the gazebo in the imperial garden and watched the moon.

He asked his father-in-law: "Have all the gifts been delivered?"

"Back to the emperor, it's all delivered. General Ji also asked why you didn't go to host, saying that it was agreed before."

"It's true to coax him casually." Song Qijing slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.It was not well preserved in winter, and the surface of the fan was a little yellow, only the four characters "Gongzi Wushuang" still penetrated the back of the paper.

Gonggong said: "It's cold, the emperor would like to drink a few glasses of wine to warm up?"

"No. I'll go back after sitting down for a while." Song Qijing stared at the small silver pendant with a fan handle, and suddenly smiled, "I remembered that someone told me a story."

"Your Majesty, you laugh so happily, it must be a funny thing." The father-in-law said hastily.

"It's interesting. He is a poor scholar who likes to show off. He has a crush on the lady of a rich family and throws notes over the walls all day long. If the lady doesn't like him, tell him to get out of the way. The scholar said that once the sea was too difficult for water, this I have to be a young lady in my life. The young lady told him that in the end, there will be weak waters instead of seas."

"What did the scholar say?"

Song Qijing smiled even more, "He was so shameless, he swore to the sky on the spot that there would be no weak water, even if Wushan collapsed, he would die with Miss."

The father-in-law was more concerned about the following plot, and asked, "How did the miss answer him? Are you really going to answer?"

"How is it possible." Song Qijing slapped the folding fan with a "shua", "Xiucai didn't wait for the next sentence, jumped over the wall in the middle of the night, was caught and beaten to death by Miss Jia Ding."

The father-in-law's old face twitched.He really didn't see how funny it was.

Song Qijing stood up and said happily: "People are in good spirits on happy occasions. I am in a good mood today. You go to the study to polish some ink and find Jiuge. I need to write a few more words."

·

Ji Bolian drank too much, his eyes couldn't focus together, he walked staggeringly, holding He Wanping in his arms, muttering nonsense.

He Wanping was very embarrassed to be hugged by him in front of so many people.In addition, she was also a little drunk, and was teased and joked by a bunch of gentlemen who came out of the military camp, so she dragged Ji Bolian into the bridal chamber first.

The main venue for the wedding was at Ji's house, so Shen Shucai didn't dare to get completely drunk, fearing that she would make a joke on the way back later, and stop drinking more after drinking the wine given by Uncle Cui Guo.

Uncle Cui Guo looked at Ji Wan's flushed face, and his cloudy eyes were filled with mist.Shen Shucai smiled and said, "Uncle Guo, what's the matter? Touching the scene, remembering when you married your daughter?"

Uncle Cui Guo nodded, "The Queen has just been elected as the Crown Princess, and she is also the same age as Mrs. Shen. Things change in a blink of an eye..." As he spoke, tears were about to fall.

Shen Shucai quickly wiped his eyes with a veil, pulled aside and said, "Shucai's happy day, you always smile and add joy."

Uncle Cui Guo nodded again, and suddenly said in a low voice: "The prince knows."

Shen Shucai was half awake in an instant, "Who passed it on?"

"There is an old lady at home. It has been sealed."

Shen Shucai paused, half-armed Uncle Cui Guo and walked back, saying: "I'll take care of it from the emperor's side. Paper can't cover fire, if the crown prince looks for it, you can explain it clearly, so as to save both sides from being caught in the future .”

Back in front of Ji Wan, Shen Shucai picked up two glasses of wine, gave one to Uncle Cui Guo, pulled Ji Wan over and said, "Thank Uncle Guo for another drink!"

·

half a month later.

Ji Bolian carried a beautifully packaged gift box in his hand, and walked into the Imperial Garden by familiar ways.

Seeing him coming, Song Qijing asked the father-in-law to get another wine glass, put his arm on the small round table, and said with a half-smile: "I thought that with General Ji's water skills, he would have to swim for at least a whole month in Wenrou Township before he could come out."

"Bo Lian began to miss you when he turned around after farewell. The ancients said, 'One day is like three months', 'One day is like three autumns', 'One day is like three years old'. Bo Lian Lian thought it was an exaggeration at first, but now he thinks it is not enough. It is regarded as "one day is like three lives." I wanted to come to you earlier, but I was afraid that the rumors would make you unhappy. After holding back for half a month, I couldn't bear it anymore. If you don't see it, you will lose your mind and go crazy." Ji Bolian put the gift box on the table and pushed it towards Song Qijing.

"You're married, so the rumors won't fall on you." Song Qijing said while taking off the brocade belt, "I'm very pleased that you have such considerations. Don't come here in the future, don't make Mrs. Ji unhappy. "

Ji Bolian smiled and said, "Why does it smell sour?"

"Because of the sour plum wine." Song Qijing handed the white jade jug to Ji Bolian, motioning him to pour it himself.The gift box was also opened, and it was an ivory ball with a full 21 floors.

"Autumn moon in Dongting, snow in the river and sky at dusk, wild geese falling in the flat sand, sunset in the fishing village, clear mist in the mountain city, sails in Yuanpu, evening bell in Yansi Temple, night rain in Xiaoxiang..." Song Qijing held the ivory ball in front of his eyes and squinted his eyes into it. Look, "What's inside, I can't see clearly."

"Li Xizhai's "Bamboo", Yun Nantian's "Ancient Wooden Jackdaw", Wang Wei's "Snow Stream", Li Cheng's "Riding a Donkey in a Cold Forest", Lu Ye's "Mountains and Streams", and a bunch of other famous paintings... ..." Ji Bolian scratched his ears, "It's too complicated, I didn't remember it when Ji Yan said it."

"Ji Yan? Are the North and South Seasons doing business again?"

"He brought his younger brother Ji Qiao to the capital to play, and brought some rare objects along the way. Bo Lian looked at this beautiful and unique, thinking that you will get tired of editing notebooks in the future, and use it to relax."

Song Qijing smiled, put the ivory ball back into the box and told his father-in-law to put it away.Ji Bolian took a sip of sour plum wine, his expression changed slightly. "They're both called sour plums. Why is there such a big difference between sour plum wine and sour plum soup? My teeth are going to be sour!"

"It's good to be sour." Song Qijing covered him with his own hands, "Speaking like this leaks air, and it will cure your problem of talking nonsense."

Ji Bolian sticks out his tongue, "Bolian has no blessing to enjoy it, the emperor can do as he pleases."

Song Qijing didn't seem to want to let him go, "Follow the drinking order. Drink after you lose."

Ji Bolian shook his folding fan, and the words "Breezy Breeze Comes Here" were written as vividly as if they were written yesterday.As expected, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, blinked and said, "How about changing the poem order?"

Song Qijing also picked up the wine glass, and said first: "'The old swallows in front of Wang Xietang' were changed to the old flowers in front of Wang Xietang'. The reason is 'the red swallows return to themselves and the flowers bloom on their own'."

Ji Bolian quickly said: "'Micro swifts fly together' is changed to 'micro swifts are not flying' because 'swallows are flying together'."

"'The peach blossoms on the human face reflect the red' is changed to 'the cauliflowers on the human face reflect the red', because 'the peach blossoms are exhausted and the cauliflowers bloom'."

Ji Bolian was still fast-talking, ""Dragonflies flying on the water" were changed to "dragonflies flying on the lotus" because "dragonflies have already stood on their heads."

Song Qijing was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, ""The sorrow of leaving is gradually far away and endless" is changed to "sorrow of separation is gradually far away and there is no existence" because "Mochou has no confidant in the future."

After more than ten rounds, Ji Bolian was the first to get stuck.Song Qijing counted at the side, "Three, two, one."

Ji Bolian was willing to admit defeat, and swallowed the wine in his glass in one gulp, with a solemn and solemn expression, as if he was drinking the red of a crane.

Song Qijing looked at him for a while.I haven't seen you for half a month, and the atmosphere in the middle seems to have become more subtle, with an inexplicable meaning.

Ji Bolian said: "Sometimes Bolian thinks, if one of you and I is a woman, or both are the sons of a small family with a small door, maybe we will be lovebirds in the sky and tie branches in the ground. You read at the door, Bo Lian was slaughtering pigs next door. The neighbors in the neighborhood couldn't bear it, so they packed up their beds and ran into the deep mountains and old forests, farming and weaving. Bo Lian had already thought of the name, and it was called Yuningju."

Song Qijing smiled, "A gentleman is like jade, peaceful and far-reaching?"

"No." Ji Bolian's eyes and brows showed fascination, "The two names are spelled together, and then they have the same pronunciation as 'Yu'."

"Follow your spring and autumn dreams."

"With you in my dream, Bolian doesn't want to wake up."

Song Qijing raised his eyebrows at him, making the cinnabar mole tickle in his heart. "Your dream will become reality sooner or later, but I won't go with you."

Ji Bolian was puzzled, "How do you say that?"

Song Qijing stood up and went to the gazebo to look at the new buds in the garden, "Jining, you've been in the spotlight recently. You don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you in the hall."

Ji Bolian said: "Bolian only treats them as Chinese cabbage."

"They treat you like pork." Song Qijing turned his back to him, his voice was light and cold, "The era of military generals has passed. If you are knowledgeable and caring, you can retire after success, and you can still live for the rest of your life and have a lot of children and grandchildren. Think of Pei Du , 'Du Yefu Xiao San, with Bai Juyi and Liu Yuxi for articles and wine, spend the day and night together, and don't ask about human affairs.'①"

Ji Bolian snorted coldly: "Cross the river and tear down the bridge."

"Don't complain, it's been like this since ancient times. Whoever has soldiers in his hands is a thorn in his flesh, and people can't help but want to pull it out. The emperor only keeps dogs around, not tigers and wolves."

"You know Bo Lian is not."

"I know. I know you won't rebel." Song Qijing turned his head and smiled at him, "At least you won't rebel against me. But I just know."

Ji Bolian opened his mouth to refute, but Song Qijing waved his hand at him, "I reminded you. Whether you want to be the ovary or the Marquis of Huaiyin, it all depends on your choice."

Ji Bolian's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, he saluted Song Qijing and took his leave.

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