He Shen

The fifth elder brother is busy studying every day and has no time to distract himself from other things, so he is finally honest.

Fu Kang'an and Shanbao were caught by Mr. Fu Heng, and they talked about the principle of being low-key, restrained, humble, calm and calm, and they were also quiet.

Even the competition for the upper reaches of Qiushou ended in harmony and perfection.

In a blink of an eye, it was Mid-Autumn Festival, Longevity, and Chongyang Festival. The festivals were crowded together. The eunuchs and maids in the palace all distributed new clothes, and the pavilions and pavilions were decorated with lights, which was very festive.

Qianlong is a person who likes to be lively. On festive days, it is unavoidable to have banquets and poems, and the monarch and ministers sing in harmony, elegant and harmonious.

Shanbao is the current Keer Tanhua, even though he was selected as a bodyguard, Qianlong did not forget him, and Qianlong was happy to make a couple of poems that should be auctioned, and even got a lot of rewards.

Shanbao was free to play with the string of agarwood beads awarded by Qianlong. It was indeed gold and jade, with crane bones and dragon tendons. money.

Qianlong was really a fat sheep among fat sheep.

Shanbao sighed, it's a pity that the Double Ninth Festival happened to coincide with their holidays, so cats couldn't enter the palace.However, he was not idle either, the branch in Rehe had already opened, at noon he invited the shopkeepers to dinner, and each of the shop assistants distributed a big red envelope.

Shanbao intended to win him over, and the shopkeepers wanted to please him. It was not until noon that Shanbao returned home by car.His body smelled of alcohol, and his feet were swaying.Liu Xiang, Liu Quan, and Er Gouzi helped Shanbao into the courtyard, and Jin Zhu hurriedly ordered the little maid to fetch water and go to the kitchen to get hangover soup.

Shanbao was only slightly drunk, took the towel and wiped his face, drank half a cup of tea, put it on the table, waved his hand, and sent Jin Zhu to leave, "Tell the little girl to bring in three stools."

After Liu Xiang, Liu Quan, and Er Gouzi sat down, Shanbao asked, "Is the yard I bought earlier cleared up?"

Liu Quan was in charge of this matter, got up and said, "Go back to my uncle, I've cleaned it up. It's not far from the shop, only one street away, the second yard, twenty houses, enough to live in. According to the uncle According to the instructions, in addition to the bed cabinet and household items, there is also a cook, a sweeper boy, and a porter, all of which are selected by the second wife from the children of our family, and they are honest and reliable."

Shanbao nodded, "We all sit and talk, there is no need to be polite. Er Gouzi, Liu Quan has to go back to Beijing with me, and you will take care of the business here."

Er Gouzi has practiced for several years now, and he is no longer the former Wuxia Amon. He is wearing a brand-new blue silk gown, and a six-in-one hat with a piece of crystal-like crisp jade in the middle of the brim.However, he still had a pretty face and bright eyes when he was working out, and he smiled, "Yes, the uncle thinks highly of this slave, so I entrust the shop to the slave to take care of, and the slave will definitely work hard and live up to the entrustment of the uncle."

"Well, after the Double Ninth Festival, I will drive back to Beijing, and I will leave everything here to you, and the rules are the same as those of the shop in Beijing." Shanbao rolled his eyes, "If there is anything new, write to me Tell me, I love hearing this."

Er Gouzi hurriedly responded, seeing that Shanbao had a good face, and tentatively asked, "Master, is there something I would like to ask my master?"

"Huh? Let's talk." Shanbao has always been easy-going with others.

"Master, this slave is not young, you are a learned man, can you give this slave a name." Er Gouzi was still a bit twitchy, his name was too...that.

Shanbao raised his head and asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

Er Gouzi felt wronged, "The slave originally wanted to change his name to Yu Huhu, but Brother Quan and the others laughed at the slave."

Liu Quan was very respectable in front of Shanbao. Hearing this, he said with a smile, "We are used to being called Er Gouzi, but now we call it Tiger. It makes people laugh. You see, the old man made you laugh."

Shanbao's lips curled up, he stood up long, walked to the desk, opened the ink cartridge, took out a piece of plain paper, held the pen hanging on his wrist, wrote a character "Biao" in the middle, and handed it to Er Gouzi, "Why don't you just Call it Yu Biao, the word Biao means a tiger with wings."

Er Gouzi's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it with both hands, "Thank you for the name." He said happily, "This name is good. A tiger has wings and is more majestic than a tiger."

Liu Xiang smiled, "Not only is it majestic, but it also sounds good."

Ergouzi thanked Shanbao again.

At this time, the palace is also bustling.

Qianlong himself wrote two chrysanthemum poems first, and everyone praised them, and all kinds of flattery came out one after another.

Qianlong smiled, looked sideways at the fifth elder brother, and asked, "Yongqi, you like to read, do you have any good poems?"

In this season, anyone who can show his face in front of Qianlong, who doesn't prepare a few good poems?Yong Qi has been preparing for a long time, she got up and said loudly, "The road is full of proud bones, Tao Lingfu will return in what year. The dark fragrance is full of sleeves and the wind curtain rolls, and I will drink a glass to Dongli."

"Elegant and elegant, with the charm of Ji Yun. You have made great progress, Ji Yun, you have worked hard these days." Qianlong commented, laughing, "Enjoy fifth elder brother and Ji Yun each with a glass of imperial wine."

Yongqi and Ji Xiaolan thank you.

Yong Qi smiled and said, "Master Ji is excellent in poetry and poetry, and my son has benefited a lot from Master Ji's teaching." He raised his glass and said, "Master Ji, Yong Qi respects you."

Ji Xiaolan toasted and smiled, reciprocated, and said modestly, "Fifth elder brother has extraordinary talents, and I dare not take credit for it."

Qianlong praised, "Why don't you dare to take credit for it? I tested the homework of the fifth elder brother a few days ago. It is indeed incomparable. Ji Yun, you have contributed a lot."

Then several accompanying princes had poems to accompany each other. Qianlong commented on each of them, and ordered Liu Tongxun, Ji Xiaolan and others to compose poems to accompany each other.

Fukang'an's seat was relatively in the front, and he sat at the grandson of Qianlong and the son of Princess Hejing, Eljetmur Erkeba, and bowed his head. talking.

Eljetmur Erkebabai suddenly spit out a mouthful of wine, his face flushed from choking, he coughed again and again, his eyes were full of smiles, his hand holding the handkerchief was trembling, and his shoulders were shaking.

Fukang'an hurriedly gave him a sigh of relief, and whispered, "You should hold back, is it so funny?"

"Fukan'an, what's the matter with you and Ele Jetmur Erbabai?" Qianlong looked around and looked at their seat.

Fukang'an hurriedly got up and said, "Long live back, the servant told Erjetmur Erbabai about brewing chrysanthemum wine."

Qianlong didn't believe it, "Ele Jetemu Erbabai, what are you talking about so lively?" The grandson is like a son-in-law, an honest man, Qianlong asked the honest man.

Eljetmur Erbabai suppressed a smile, straightened his dress, got up and replied, "Back to Guo Luomafa, the third uncle told the servant that Tanhuaerlang made chrysanthemum wine last year, and Chongyang gave the third uncle a few jars When the third uncle opened it and wanted to drink it, it turned out to be sour. After tasting it, he found out that the Tanhuaerlang chrysanthemum wine had not been brewed, and more than ten jars of vinegar came out. The servant thought it was funny and choked."

Qianlong laughed loudly, and the rest of the people stopped holding back, and the whole room roared with laughter.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity, Shanbao is not here today," Qianlong said with a smile, "I usually see him very stable, but there are times when he is so playful and cute, haha..." There was another burst of laughing, and when the laughing was over, a Pointing to Xiaoluzi, he said, "Bring six jars of chrysanthemum wine and bring it back to Fukang'an in a while. I will give it to Shanbao. Haha, chrysanthemum vinegar, chrysanthemum vinegar, haha..."

"Fukang'an, what happened later?" Qianlong asked after hearing such interesting things for the first time.

Fukang'an shrugged and regretted, "Later, Chongyang Shanbao took it out to drink, only to find that the wine had turned into vinegar, and sent his servants [-] miles to rush to the servant's house to ask for the vinegar back. The servant thought, it's always him With all his heart, he didn't mind whether it was wine or vinegar, so he didn't want to dislike him, so he sent it to the kitchen. He heard from the people in the kitchen that he saved three months of vinegar money. However, he lost face last year and gritted his teeth again. After brewing dozens of jars of chrysanthemum wine, I vowed to avenge my shame, so I don’t know if it’s wine or vinegar this year.”

Qianlong said with a smile, "It's interesting, you remember, when you return to Beijing, I can buy a few jars of good chrysanthemum wine for me."

"The slave obeys the order."

Qianlong was in high spirits, and said with a smile, "You guys would hide away, and the two of you whispered interesting things. In such a good season, everyone is drunk with chrysanthemums and Chongyang Festival. Do you have any good poems?"

Eljetmur Erbabai wiped off the sweat in his heart. Fortunately, he wrote it early and memorized a few poems in the evening, so he hurriedly chose a simple one to recite.

Qianlong knew it well, and looked at Fukang'an with a compliment.

Fukang'an used to be very troubled by Qianlong's poetry addiction. He was quite respectable in front of Qianlong, and Qianlong would never forget him if he showed his face. Not everyone has this kind of opportunity.Other things are fine, Fukang Anwei has a headache for poetry, his level is at best a doggerel, but his father has a lot of staff, and everyone prepares for this kind of festive feast, Fukang An naturally does not Exceptionally, he rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "Life is easy and the sky is hard to grow old. The Double Ninth Festival is every year, and today is the Double Ninth Festival. The yellow flowers outside the Great Wall are very fragrant; the annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, but better than spring, and the sky is boundless." Wan Lishuang."

"Good!" Qianlong applauded with high-fives, "It's not like spring, it's better than spring". Today's chrysanthemum poems should be the first! It has the spirit of Liu Yuxi's "since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." , the realm is open, the purpose is lofty, rare and rare!"

Fukang'an was proud that Shanbao couldn't come, so he gave him all the poems and lyrics he had prepared, enough for the Double Ninth Festival for several years.

Qianlong rewarded him generously, and said with a smile, "Fu Kang'an, you and Tan Huaer Lang are inseparable, and your poetry has made great progress." Just kidding, don't take me for a fool.

Fukang'an has a very thick face, with a proud face, "Thank you for your praise, is it close to Zhu Zhechi, the slave is only a little bit farther away." up.

After the banquet.

Liu Tongxun and Liu Lun walked out of the palace with slow steps, full of worries, worrying about the world first.After all, Liu Lun is young, and he is no more calm than Liu Tongxun. He spoke first, "Life is easy, and it is difficult to grow old. Every year, it is the Double Ninth Festival, and today is the Double Ninth Festival. The yellow flowers outside the Great Wall are very fragrant; the annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, but better than spring. Liaokuo Jiangtian Wanlishuang. This small poem is concise in terms of words and has a vast artistic conception. Long live is appointed as the leader, and it is well-deserved and well-deserved." Good words are indeed rare good words.

"It's a good song. You can't do it unless you have a big heart." Liu Tongxun said, "It's still early, how about Uncle Ru riding with me?"

"That's why I wish."

Liu Lun and Liu Tongxun are not fools, if they believe that Fukang'an can make this kind of poem, it will be a ghost!Gunners, there must be gunners!Not just any gunslinger!

Liu Tongxun has been the chief master of Shangshufang, and he has a very clear understanding of Fukang'an's level. In Liu Tongxun's opinion, Fukang'an's homework is good, but the level of poetry is average, slightly better than doggerel, and he just graduated five or six years ago from Shangshufang In the past year, it is absolutely impossible to suddenly jump from a podcaster to a poet, poet, hymn, ghost, poet, and demon.

The ghosts here, Liu Lun and Liu Tongxun thought of a place where Tanhua Erlang let him live in Fucha's house.

Every time they think of such a reason, the two masters Liu wish they could spit out two pots of blood to show their indisputable hatred!

Scholars have their own strength of character, like literati who serve as aides, often ghostwriting for others.However, there are very few well-known people who catch the knife for others, such as Shanbaoer, Jinke Tanhuaer, who actually went to serve as a gunman for Fukan'an, really... really embarrassing scholars.

Liu Lun already had some complaints about Shanbao because of the countless accidents in the imperial examinations in this world, but at this time he frowned and said to Liu Tongxun in a low voice, "Mr. Liu, I'm really worried that he has talent but no virtue."

Liu Tongxun stroked his beard and shook his head, "That's not enough, I can't trust him, and I can trust Mr. Fu's character."

Liu Lun was a little relieved, but still couldn't help sighing, "This Tanhuaer guard has entered the Sacred Heart, and he has made friends with Fukang'an, and his career is just around the corner. Although he is good at learning, he acts frivolously..."

"Let's take a look. Anyway, his age is here, so it is unlikely to let him out now. In the past few years, he has mostly walked in front of the imperial court, so let's pay more attention." Liu Tongxun said firmly, "Foxes always show their tails. "Hmph, let us catch one and chop it off for you!

Fukang'an came out on top on the Double Ninth Festival. The fifth elder brother was upset, but he couldn't help it. He murmured to Fuerkang, "If Fu Lao San made that word by himself, I'll twist my head off and give him a kick!"

Fu Erkang was filled with righteous indignation, "Who doesn't know, it must have been written by Tan Huaerlang. This Tan Huaer really has no backbone at all, and he is willing to be a gunman for Fu Kang'an! It's a pity that we have no evidence, otherwise, this is bullying the king." .”

Tanhualang looked innocently and blinked: "It's also the masterpiece of Grandpa Mao who plagiarized me. I borrowed Fukang'an to use it. What's the matter!"A group of red-eyed patients!