major general

Men's crowns generally have three layers, which represent that he has the ability to serve the country, the ability to serve the ancestors, and the ability to serve his own family.

The ancestral crown was worn by the Donglian hermit trusted by the ancestor of the Fu family.

The ones at home should have been worn by Fu Sheng.But the ancestor of the Fu family felt that Fu Sheng was too difficult to enter the elegant hall, so he took away his rights and took over the crown for Fu Xiaoyu himself.

The hair was gathered up by Fu Jiazujun, and the second layer was made of silver, which was fastened tightly.Fu Xiaoyu knelt in the ancestral hall, looked at the ancestors of the Fu family, and let the ancestors of the Fu family toss their hair.

After finally putting it on, Fu Xiaoyu kowtowed to Mr. Fu's family ancestor and said, "Thank you uncle."

Fu Sheng was yawning, almost suffocating his breath.As soon as he raised his head, as expected, Fu Jiazu Jun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

In name, Fu Xiaoyu was right.

But according to blood relationship, Fu Xiaoyu should be called Zu Jun!

Fu Xiaoyu didn't care what disturbance he caused, after shouting, Zhang Tian helped him up and left the ancestral hall.

He didn't hold back his words, and the officials and wealthy businessmen outside could hear them clearly.

My grandpa still has something to say, he can help the Nan'an Fu family line, what kind of relative is this uncle.

After Fu Xiaoyu came to this city that never sleeps for two days, he was able to draw a straightforward line between the Fu family's lineage on the south bank and the Jinlin lineage.

The emperor was a celebrity in front of his eyes, and the emperor couldn't come all the way, but Jiang Yu could still be sent out from time to time to send off ministers.

When Jiang Yu just arrived at noon, he couldn't help laughing when he saw such a scene.

If Fu Jiazu wants to recognize this Jinlin lineage, he has to see if the rebellious Fu Xiaoyu recognizes it.

Since the Licheng Zhizhou case, Fu Xiaoyu has been worshiped as a second-rank official, besides the prime minister, he is the emperor on top of his head, whoever can find him unhappy, he can tear the opponent's skin alive.

"Eunuch Jiang, from thousands of miles away, Yu is deeply loved by the emperor."

Jiang Yu came back to his senses, and the apprentice at the side came over with a soft cushion, spread it on the ground, facing the direction where Jin Lin was, and supported Fu Xiaoyu to kneel down.

Inside the light yellow cover is a jade crown with a lotus carved on it, and the gap is decorated with Persian jade, which is extremely valuable.

After putting on the last crown, Fu Xiaoyu thanked Jin Lin. When he got up again, Jiang Yu's apprentice patted the dust off his clothes.

After this scene, the surrounding officials and wealthy businessmen who watched the ceremony felt bald.

It is said that the celebrity in front of Emperor Wen is true, he is so favored.

After seeing off Jiang Yu, the banquet finally had some vitality.

With such a big Buddha standing here, no one dared to speak too much, for fear of making a wrong sentence and offending Jiang Yu.

Delicious food and wine, the table can only be inlaid with gold and silver to show the family background of the Fu family.

Many officials came forward to talk to Fu Xiaoyu and brought congratulatory gifts. Fu Xiaoyu's ability to speak nonsense when meeting people and ghosts is very good.On weekdays, the appearance of whoever he loves in Jinlin's eyes has completely changed, and even the wealthy businessmen around him dare to talk to him.

After this, Fu Xiaoyu is like the moon offered by the stars.

The ceremony was done by the ancestor of the Fu family.

The mansion was bought by Mr. Fu Jiazu.

Even the people in the house were arranged by Mr. Fu Jiazu.

But now, wealthy businessmen and officials circled around Fu Xiaoyu, Zhang Tian stared at him vigilantly, everyone praised Fu Xiaoyu for his extraordinary talent and beauty, and wished him prosperity in office, no one looked at Fu Xiaoyu.

Fu Sheng sat at the table, froze and didn't dare to say a word.

The face of Fu Jiazujun was ashen, and Fu Yi beside him was even more so. Just as he was about to walk over and yell at Fu Xiaoyu for killing the donkey, Fu Er stopped him.

"Let go, I'm going to teach that bastard a lesson."

"You want people to see our Fu family's jokes? Can't An Sheng just sit down?"

"Heh, third brother, the son you raised is well-raised. This is because the ancestors don't recognize it, and the Fu family doesn't want it anymore? Do you want to separate directly from the Jinlin family?"

Fu Sheng was taken aback. The word "family division" was too heavy, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he said it: "Wh-Where is this... I never thought about it."

"You didn't think about it, but your son didn't think about it, so he just did it. Look at the series of things today! To put it mildly, Fu Xiaoyu doesn't forget our old aunt. To put it bluntly, he just doesn't want to recognize his ancestors. !"

"Brother's words are right. The old aunt took the third brother to Jinlin as early as the birth of the third brother. It has been almost 50 years. Some people have forgotten the original."

"Shut up!" Mr. Fu Jiazu slammed his cane on the ground.

There was no words on the table for an instant.

Mr. Fu Jiazu took a deep breath, his beard looked a little whiter than before, and said: "Fu Yi, Fu Er, you two go to toast Fu Xiaoyu."

Fu Yi's eyes widened, and he said, "Father? You want us to toast that bastard?"

Fu Er frowned, and pondered: "After all, we are still his elders, wouldn't this break the rules?"

"Officials are bigger than civilians." The ancestor of the Fu family looked at the crowd drinking and chatting and laughing with others, but Fu Xiaoyu, whose eyes were always sober, said, "He wants to tell us that the Jinlin lineage used to be attached to Nan'an, but now with him , it's time for the South Bank to attach itself to Jinlin."

Fu Yi and Fu Er looked at each other, and despite being shocked, they still obeyed the words of the ancestor of the Fu family, and went to the crowd with wine.

They were playing wine pairs, Fu Xiaoyu's name as a child prodigy spread throughout the Southern Dynasties, and the officials laughed and deprived him of the right to participate, and became the magistrate in charge of ruling.

Fu Xiaoyu was so happy that she couldn't use her mind, she sat in a high position.Next to it is the small creek that is flowing slowly, and the dense flowers are dotted in the rockery. He sits and occasionally hears something funny, and he curls his lips and chuckles, just like a picture.

"Xiaoyu, today you are crowned, uncle and second uncle wish you a prosperous official career."

Fu Xiaoyu held the wine glass, looked at the Fu family ancestor in the crowd, got up after a while, took the wine respectfully, and said: "Uncle and Uncle, this is Zheshayu, Zhang Tian, ​​come on."

Zhang Tian brought the wine and filled it up for him.

Fu Yi and Fu Er looked at each other and clinked glasses with Fu Xiaoyu.

The three of them drank as if nothing had happened.Fu Xiaoyu brought Fu Yi and Fu Er to meet those wealthy businessmen, talking and laughing happily with each other, as if they were brothers who had known each other for many years.

The Fu family intends to move their business to the city that never sleeps, otherwise they would not have deliberately chosen such a non-contact area for the purchase and crowning ceremony.

Of course Fu Xiaoyu was very happy to borrow the wind, after all, the Fu family was also his big family.But he has to take advantage of his second-rank official status, and he has to put himself in a high position and look like a charity...

Fu Xiaoyu smiled and watched Fu Yifuer go to circle around, drank the wine in the glass, and looked at the Fu family's ancestor who had been in the business world all the year round, without losing his aura.

As long as I, Fu Xiaoyu, remain in the officialdom for a day, the Fu family will be my sovereignty.I am willing to guard the one-third of an acre of land in Jinlin to live, because I have a good nature; I am willing to help the Nan'an line to climb up, because I care about my family in my heart.

The matter of kicking the nose on the face is only allowed once, and it cannot be repeated.

Fu Xiaoyu withdrew her eyes, pursed her lips and put the wine glass upside down on the table.They are all oily people in the officialdom and business circles, who would not know that he stopped drinking and did not persuade him to drink, and invited Fu Xiaoyu to decide the winner or loser of this wine pair.

The crowning ceremony was finished, and when he returned to his yard, Zhang Tian remembered a big event and asked Fu Xiaoyu, "Master, you haven't taken your handwriting yet!"

Fu Xiaoyu was overwhelmed by the wind, and suddenly remembered what happened, and said: "My grandma is in Jinlin, she is in charge, so naturally she will think about it."

As he spoke, Zhang Tian helped him into the yard.

Ma Cheng stood at the door, and as soon as he saw Fu Xiaoyu, he stepped forward to take Zhang Tian's place, and said, "Go to the kitchen and ask someone to make some hangover soup, watch it yourself, and serve it yourself when it's done, don't let others do it. "

Zhang Tian was dull, but he was loyal one by one. Hearing this, he nodded in agreement and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Candles were lit in the room, and Ma Cheng stopped going in when he reached the door, saying: "Master, you rest."

Fu Xiaoyu was drunk, but her mind was still alert, and she glanced suspiciously at Ma Cheng.

Ma Cheng got goosebumps when he saw him, he threw him into the room and closed the door with a bang.

Fu Xiaoyu: "...?" You're so courageous, you little bastard.

The room was very brightly lit by candles, Fu Xiaoyu groped to the table and poured a cup of tea by herself.

The tea is still warm, Ma Cheng has always been bold and careful, he looks big and thick, but he has a very delicate heart to serve others.

The headache is severe, as if a small hammer is constantly beating my acupuncture points, and it hurts when I think about things.

Fu Xiaoyu frowned, and felt someone approaching from the side, her fingers touched her temples along her cheeks, the pressure was just right, and it was extremely comfortable.

Fu Xiaoyu clicked his tongue and pulled people away.

Wen Le couldn't dodge in time, but he actually let him push away, colliding with the bead curtain passing the door, making a rattling sound.

Fu Xiaoyu was so drunk that she couldn't see people's faces clearly, but she still held on to her aura and said, "My lord is married, don't climb on the bed, get out!"

Wen Le couldn't hold back his laughter, raised his voice, and said, "Young master, the bed is cold, and my slave will keep you warm?"

Seeing that he could see three heads, Fu Xiaoyu threw a cup at him and said, "You're so shameless, Ma Cheng! Break this shameless slave's leg and drive him out!"

Ma Cheng, who was watching the wind outside, heard the call to him and immediately entered the yard, and then hurried out of the yard, covering his little ears tightly.

The master and the major general played really well.

What about masters and slaves, alas, I can't bear to think about it!

Seeing that Fu Xiaoyu couldn't sit still, Wen Le stepped forward and hugged him, grabbed his hand and placed it on her face, no longer imitating that actor's pose, and said: "Take a good look at who I am?"

Fu Xiaoyu still couldn't see clearly, so she stretched out her hand to touch Wenle's arm, touched the arm ring, then went up, touched the jade wrench finger, and finally stopped on Wenle's face, inch by inch, from the eyes to the tip of the nose, Last stays on the lips.

Fu Xiaoyu lowered her body and leaned over to kiss him, the strong smell of alcohol spread between her lips and teeth, even Wen Le seemed drunk.

"Well... you haven't said who I am yet?"

"You are, you are my little husband, you are the imprint engraved on my heart, it makes people itchy very much."

Wen Le's face was flushed by his alcohol-smelling words, she finally found that lip, and blocked it tightly with her tongue/head.

The author says:

Are you a man! ! !Fuck him for me! ! !Do it! ! ! (knock bowl

Manuscript box: You only have this wheel here, so I shouted, be careful to let readers know that there is no meat here, and then scold you.

... (covers the small bowl tightly)