old grace

After dawdling in the shophouse for half a morning, Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan went out for breakfast.

Xie Qinghe originally thought that the [-] guards stationed here yesterday left, the mansion would look quieter, but after leaving the house, it was completely quiet and the atmosphere of the mansion changed completely.

All the guests staying in the Didian were cleared out, and the shopkeeper and waiter of the Didian were all gone.

Standing here and there along the corridor and stairs are all male and female servants in gray robes, their faces are so clean and peaceful that they look like a piece of furniture.

A nobleman descended, rich and powerful, and completely cleared the place.

In other words, someone came here to "reverse the customers" and took over the entire Didian.

Xie Qinghe has been a talker in the Hanjiang Sword Sect for decades. With his status and status, if he wants to pay attention to ostentation, wouldn't it be useless to have a hundred or eighty outside disciples with superb cultivation to serve on shifts?Among the rich and noble families of the secular princes and nobles, the only ones who can be ordered are slaves who sell themselves at the end of their lives. As the head of the Hanjiang Sword Sect, Xie Qinghe's disciples are all disciples with far superior qualifications and painstaking efforts. If he wants to show off the gods However, compared with him, how can the princes, generals and dignitaries in the secular world compare with him?

However, no matter where Xie Qinghe goes or what occasion he is on, he always has one table and one chair, one room and one couch.

If he wanted to be quiet and not be disturbed, he would not take money to show his prestige, saying that he would seal up the entire second floor of the inn, leave all the rooms empty, and not allow others to live in, but rented a small room by himself. Yuan'er, he took the initiative to avoid going out, and never did anything to disturb the people and bully.

If there is really no place to eat in the hall, he is also happy to share a table with others, and never feels that he is superior to others.

Therefore, he doesn't like other people putting on airs like this in front of him.

No matter who came, he drove away all the residents of the mansion, drove away the shopkeeper and the waiter who ran the mansion, and replaced the whole mansion with the arrogance of his own servant, let Xie Qinghe felt offended and dissatisfied, and felt unhappy.

It's just that Xie Qinghe's city mansion is very well-cultivated, and it's difficult for outsiders to easily see his happiness and anger.

Even Fu Chuan, who was walking beside him, just looked down at the people coming from the lobby downstairs, and didn't notice his displeasure.

The first floor of the mansion is the dining hall for guests to rest. Erlang is sitting at a dining table, talking with a calm official in Chinese clothes.

Hearing the movement of Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan going out upstairs, the two stopped talking and stood up together.

"Master Master, Master Master, Mr. Lang is here to see you." Erlang said happily.

He and Lang Zexin are old friends. When they parted, Lang Zexin's future was uncertain and his life and death were uncertain, so Erlang felt a little sentimental about parting.

Now that they reunited after a long absence, Lang Zexin lives a dignified and nourishing life, and has the heart to please Erlang. After chatting with him for a while, Erlang was so delighted with the teasing. out.

Lang Zexin explained: "My uncle, Xiao and Tian are all in court at the moment. They have to go to the palace to stand on duty at the court meeting today, and none of them can get out. Only me, a junior with a humble job, resigned by accident , it will not delay the world's major events."

While talking, Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan had already gone down to the first floor.

Lang Zexin stepped forward to salute, "I pay my respects to the two gentlemen."

Xie Qinghe nodded.

It's no surprise that the person who caused such a scene was Lang Zexin.

Xie Qinghe still remembered the stupid things he did in the past.

For example, just after saving a life, he scolded Erlang who turned over and wiped him, blamed Erlang, who is a pariah, for not pointing his ass at him, and blamed Erlang for not being delicate and luxurious, and being picky Eating badly, drinking badly...

Later, Lang Zexin was forced to accept the reality in the small courtyard, and had to live a "untouchable" life down-to-earth.

Now that he has lived a life of pampering and pampering again, the aristocrats he cultivated in childhood are showing up again.

Regardless of Lang Zexin's background, whether it was his family upbringing that made him into such a ostentatious state, Xie Qinghe would never agree with him being so arrogant and domineering, wantonly disturbing the people.For example, the emperor insisted on clearing the field when he went out, because he was afraid that the hidden assassin would lose his country, and the manpower and energy spent on clearing the field would be less than not clearing the field.He, Langzexin, is just a son of a noble family, why is there such a need to disturb the people like this?

Even from the current point of view, Langze Xin brought a bunch of servants to serve him, probably out of good intentions, in order to welcome him back, and hope that he "feels at home and feels the warmth of home", Xie Qinghe still doesn't think this is A courtesy.

Downstairs is the place to eat.

Just as Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan sat down, a gray-robed servant brought by Lang Zexin stepped forward.

The waiters laid out the placemat skillfully and gently, and laid out the meals that had been prepared one by one.

The table is the wooden table of the mansion shop, and the placemat is thick and absorbent flannelette with green bamboo and white cranes embroidered on it.

Xie Qinghe glanced at Fu Chuan.Fu Chuan pretended not to know why he was looking at him, and turned his eyes to one side.

There was a small exchange of eyebrows between the two of them, Xie Qinghe felt that the junior brother was cute, and his heart was a little sweet.When the two were undecided, Xie Qinghe looked at the crane patterns all over Hanshan, and felt it was amused. After confirming their love, looking at the carved crane patterns everywhere, the taste became sweeter and sweeter.

Fu Chuan's liking for the crane pattern is not pure love, he really likes the crane pattern crazily.

When he painted by himself, Wucrane was the best, and every crane could come alive.Captured the essence of the crane shape, sometimes it is only a few scribbles on the paper with a pen, and the complete shape can hardly be seen. Outsiders can recognize it as a crane shadow when they look at it.

Xie Qinghe prefers bamboo and grass patterns.

One is pure and clean, and the other is quiet. If it is embroidered on clothes or carved on handles, the workmanship is simple and elegant, and it can also be generous and beautiful.

Fu Chuan naturally knew Xie Qinghe's preferences, but a month ago, Xie Qinghe was still resolutely refusing to accept his pursuit, how could he dare to make patterns of green bamboo and white crane?The month after the engagement was even busier, and there was no time to wash clothes.

Now in the enchanted world, Fu Chuan can be regarded as one of the few people who control the situation of the world, with great power.

Six years later, he moved into the capital, and his life gradually got on the right track. When his servants were preparing daily household items, he specified the patterns of green bamboo and white cranes, and even took the trouble to make some patterns for his servants to follow. It is also a matter of course.

Of course, with Fu Chuan's status in this world, even if he eats an extra bite of food, it will be remembered by those who care.

Lang Zexin found out that Fu Chuan liked the patterns of green bamboo and white cranes, so he prepared them in private, and used them on suitable occasions—such as today—to curry favor, and let Fu Chuan know his piety and filial piety, which is also normal. things.

After the very thoughtful green bamboo and white crane dishes were spread out, the waiters brought up the dishes one by one.

The utensils supporting the diet are all made of fine white porcelain like white jade. There are porridge, noodles, steamed cakes, fresh side dishes, and steamed poultry with sliced ​​meat... The dishes are very simple, and the craftsmanship is not complicated, but the selection of materials is extremely particular.At first glance, it doesn't look like a waste, it just makes people feel clean.

"I have a heart." Xie Qinghe said.

From opening the door to sitting down to watch the dishes, every step I could feel the "piousness" of Lang Zexin's serious service.

Lang Zexin lived in the small courtyard for nearly ten months.

The place was too small, even though Xie Qinghe never ate at the same table with Langzexin, Langzexin usually carried water and chopped firewood, went in and out of the kitchen, and had a good time with Erlang, he wanted to find out Xie Qinghe's eating habits, It's not difficult.

Xie Qinghe is a very particular person.

He does not pursue delicacies from mountains and seas, nor does he care about all kinds of rare and rare ingredients. The first thing to eat is to be clean, and the second is to be delicious.

Lang Zexin did the two things he valued to the extreme.

Hearing Xie Qinghe's praise, Lang Zexin smiled shyly.

Fu Chuan took one more look at Lang Zexin.The phrase "I have a heart" that the senior brother said is not a compliment.

Sincerity is intentional, and deliberation is also intentional.Fu Leaflet could tell from Xie Qinghe's flat tone that the elder brother didn't like everything Lang Zexin did, and this meal not only failed to please the elder brother, but made him disgusted.

The waiter only prepared two sets of tableware.

Lang Zexin was actually like Erlang, standing by the table with his hands down, looking very polite and respectful.

Is this what it means to be somewhat obedient to discipleship?Could it be that the younger brother took Lang Zexin under his sect?Xie Qinghe doesn't like Lang Zexin's demeanor.However, if Fu Chuan formally accepts Lang Zexin as his disciple, he will have to give face to his junior brother.

Xie Qinghe was not in a hurry to express his opinion, and passed the chopsticks to Fu.

"Have you eaten?" Fu Chuan raised his head and asked.

Both Lang Zexin and Erlang nodded.

Erlang said: "He came an hour earlier, and we ate together."

"Sit down and have a bite or two. Or do you find a place to sit for a while? What's the matter with me and Walang eating, and you standing aside and staring at me?" After Fu Chuan finished speaking, he immediately stopped Lang Zexin , "Don't come here, I don't want you to serve the meal. It's such a big table, I have long arms, and I can take care of everything."

The so-called politeness is not inferior to ordinary people, Erlang has no sense of serving the elders to eat at all, he sat down as soon as he came up.

Lang Zexin was going to pick up the dishes and chopsticks from the waiter, but Fu Chuan stopped him first, and Erlang had already sat down, so he followed suit and said shyly, "Long time no see, Mr. , I always want to thank you for saving your life and teaching you.”

Xie Qinghe still remembers his former appearance.When he was ignorant at the beginning, he had a high self-esteem, and he was arrogant and domineering and treated everyone as a pariah. After living in the small courtyard for ten months, he completely let go of himself, had no self-esteem and was extremely shameless.Putting on a fine attire and short beard now, and showing such a reserved and shy smile, this is also a talent who can pretend!

Fu Chuan was used to it, he scooped noodles for Xie Qinghe, dipped a piece of meat in marinade, saw Xie Qinghe started to eat, he took a sip of soy milk and said: "Okay, don't pretend. What are you going to do when you come out to pester me at this time? Is there another can in the palace?"

Xie Qinghe was confused.What is a hair can?

Fu Chuan immediately realized that he didn't understand, and explained: "The palace likes to fight crickets, and they think that they can't catch good bugs, so they sent a batch of cricket jars to the foreign ministers, and asked the foreign ministers to hand in the worms they caught. Mrs. Xiaolang's jar has a layer inside, and when it is opened, it is engraved with words."

Interlayer lettering, why else?Six years ago, the young emperor was still young and could not control himself at all. Lin Baishi, a single eunuch, could carry him out of the palace and hide him in Beijing.Now that the young emperor was growing up and gradually becoming sensible, he sensed that Han Lin had disobedience and was afraid that he would die in the deep palace in a daze. It was a normal plan to seek help from Han Lin's political opponents.

What surprised Xie Qinghe was, is it a daily operation for the young emperor to "deliver the cans"?

If you are not satisfied after sending it once, do you want to send it a second time or a third time?So often that Lang Zexin ran out when he heard the news of Fa Can'er?

Lang Zexin showed a helpless expression: "There is no hair can. The weather has just gotten a little dry. Where can I go to catch insects?"

Distributing cricket jars is a matter of season.Usually in May and June, when the summer heat is the strongest, the crickets will grow up without any hidden injuries, and it is easiest to catch good insects.Now in the late spring and early summer, the worms are still very weak, and they don't like to scream too much, so where can they go to catch them?

No matter how much the emperor likes the pot with engraved letters on the hairpin layer, he has to watch the changing of the weather, and can't close his eyes and mess around with his hair.

Lang Zexin sighed, and said: "The Son of Heaven sent someone to find me, saying that he wanted me to enter the palace to teach him Danqing. Mr. Fu, you know that my piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting are mediocre, just for self-entertainment. How can I be qualified to be the teacher of the emperor? After all, the emperor wants my uncle to enter the palace... My eighteen cousins ​​who can write have fled back to Heyang, and now the one in Beijing who can draw is my uncle's house 24 cousins."

These words are very mysterious.

why?

Because it doesn't make sense.

As Lang Zexin said, who can the young emperor choose to be his master?Han Lin didn't interfere?That proves that the young emperor is not in a bad situation.

The master-student relationship in these days is not much shallower than the parent-child relationship. Many disciples who have inherited the master's method can even grandly manage the housework on behalf of the teacher, divide the property for the teacher's children and grandchildren, and take away the teacher's books and ink manuscripts and other inheritance.

Once the Lang family became the Master of the Son of Heaven, it was tantamount to gaining absolute orthodox political capital.If the Lang family turned against Han Lin in the future, they could justifiably announce that he was "charging into battle" for the sake of the emperor and killing treacherous officials for the court.

If Han Lin wants to completely control the young emperor, she will definitely put all the lecture halls on her own, and will never let the Heyang party members be the emperor's teachers.

Here lies the puzzling problem.

——If the young emperor can even choose the teacher himself, why would he play the trick of engraving words in the cricket pot?

Fu Chuan unwrapped a steamed sticky red bean five-flower roll with chopsticks, dipped it in glutinous rice and sugar, and ate it without blinking.Xie Qinghe listened to the sound of his mouth chewing the white sugar slag, and thought to himself, the younger brother still loves sugar meat so much, no wonder he has a pink face.

At this time, Xie Qinghe couldn't help thinking of how it felt when Fu Chuan was tightly in his arms when they slept together last night.

The words nephrite, warm and fragrant have never been so real.

"Does the emperor want your uncle to enter the palace, or your uncle also wants to enter the palace?" Fu Chuan asked.

After eating the meat, he went to scoop up the stewed custard, talking to Lang Zexin did not delay his eating.

Although Fu Chuan wore the skin of a grass girl, he never disciplined himself as a woman.She still eats meat as usual, drinks strong tea without any scruples, moves her hands and feet freely, never carefully protects her breasts and shrinks her buttocks like women in today's world. Running around on two legs outside.

Lang Zexin has clearly seen Fu Chuan wearing women's clothing, and he can see that Fu Chuan doesn't have an Adam's apple at all when he gets closer. Over the years, he has become less and less sure of Fu Chuan's gender, and even gradually has a feeling in his heart that "Mr. really a Bodhisattva".

Fu Chuan usually sits alone, and the contrast is not very strong.

At this moment Fu Chuan was sitting beside Xie Qinghe, Xie Qinghe always eats elegantly and solemnly, and even brings two points of food, which is delicious and sweet, and comfortable and calm even without eating, making Fu Chuan more and more like a little boy who smells blood and eats fiercely. Leopard—is there such a dull image as a woman?

Lang Zexin was confused about Fu Chuan's gender again, and when he heard Fu Chuan's question suddenly, he suddenly became weak and subdued: "Didn't I just run away? My uncle wants to enter the lecture hall, and Prime Minister Han must not allow it. I guess, the little master doesn't like it either..."

Xie Qinghe noticed that Lang Zexin's addressing of Fu Chuan was very confusing, sometimes as Little Master, and sometimes as Mr. Fu.

The little master obviously followed Dalang Erlang's name and wanted to draw in the relationship with Fu Chuan, reminding Fu Chuan that they had a close relationship of living together and teaching in a small courtyard.Mr. Fu is a respectful title, which is a little more formal.

What Xie Qinghe found most amusing was that when Lang Zexin said "little master doesn't like it", he gave him a calm look.

Does he feel that I may not have the same opinion as my junior brother?He came here not only to test Fu Chuan's attitude on the question of seeking a teacher for the emperor, but also to know what is the relationship between me and my junior brother?I want to know if there is room for discord between me and my junior brother?

"I don't like it." Fu Chuan agreed without hesitation, still eating Lang Zexin's filial piety in his mouth, turning his face and denying him, "You should go back to Beijing immediately and tell your uncle to ask him to resign. Officer, leave Beijing within three days."

Lang Zexin was taken aback, a little panicked: "Mr. Fu, my uncle is nostalgic and knows the word "enyi". It was you who rescued him from the prison of the Tidiansi back then. Whatever the family decides, his old man I will always come to ask for your opinion first. If my second uncle resigns from office and leaves Beijing right now, and there are people coming from the family..."

Only then did Fu Chuan realize that Xie Qinghe didn't eat much, so he couldn't help but look back at him: Why didn't he eat?

Xie Qinghe scooped up boiling hot soybean milk for Fu Chuan from the porcelain basin: I'm done eating, you continue to eat.

Fu Chuan turned back again and continued to eat breakfast.

Xie Qinghe was sitting next to him, his eyes seemed to wander away, but in fact his attention seemed to always fall on Fu Chuan.

After the two of them moved, they didn't say a word during the whole process. The caring and tenderness for each other transitioned from the beginning to the end, so naturally and smoothly that it didn't look like they had been separated for six years.

Lang Zexin felt very uncomfortable.

On his side, he spoke sincerely to plead for mercy, but Fu Chuan actually turned his head to look at Xie Qinghe, not paying attention to his words at all.

"Little master, whether or not my uncle enters the palace is always based on your wishes. I came here today to follow your orders. If you say this is not good, my uncle must follow your orders..." Lang Zexin wanted to fight again.

At this time, it was the critical moment for Lang Hui to make further plans to force Han Lin to leave the field. If Lang Hui resigned from office and left Beijing according to Fu Chuan's words, not to mention what would happen if Lang Hui was missing from the court, even within the Heyang Party. upside down.Once he leaves Lang Hui, no one can control the hot-tempered Xiao Mingren, and his plan will be aborted immediately.

What puzzled Lang Zexin the most was that Fu Chuan's attitude in the past two days was still very gentle, and he even hinted at supporting the Heyang Party.

——If there was no Fu Chuan's ambiguous "acquiescence", Lang Zexin would not have dared to come out and ask about this matter.

Why did Fu Chuan suddenly turn his back on him?

After thinking about it, Lang Zexin thinks that the only variable is the sudden appearance of Walang.

How could Kevalang affect the situation in North Korea and China?Even affected Mr. Fu's position?

According to legend, Walang was kind to Han Lin for saving his life, and has a very close relationship with Han Lin.So, the existence of Walang affected Fu Chuan, making Fu Chuan fall to Han Lin's side again? !That's... horrible.

What Lang Zexin said to Fu Chuan didn't tell the truth at all.

Lang Hui's resignation will not affect his right to speak. Even if he leaves Beijing, he is still the elder with the highest seniority, the highest status, and the highest cultivation level in the Lang family's lineage. Why does Lang Hui send an uncooperative successor to come home? This is what Lang Zexin said to threaten Fu Chuan.

Xie Qinghe was already very dissatisfied with Lang Zexin, and said, "Lang Hui is one of the few high-ranking monks in the Lang family. Even if he resigns and returns home, it will not affect the weight of his words at home. Or should he resign?" When the official returns home, it ruins your family's plan in the court, so he won't miss the old love, and don't know the word "enyi?"

Of course it is.Personal kindness must also be subordinated to the interests of the family. Once the plan of the Lang family is ruined, what kind of old friendship and kindness are still there?

I just want to think like this, and I can do it like this. When Xie Qinghe asked, Lang Zexin couldn't nod his head to admit it.

"After your uncle resigned and left the capital, your family should stop sending people here. Isn't it enough to have you in Beijing?" Xie Qinghe said directly.

Lang Zexin was about to collapse completely: "Master?"

Xie Qinghe knew that Fu Chuan was going to deal with Widow Wang's matter when he returned to Beijing, and it was very likely that the power of Widow Wang would rise from the roots.Therefore, sending Lang Hui away from Beijing at this time was just to balance the power in the court.

However, his moral self-control from the Hanjiang Sword Sect cannot be understood by the secular elite at all.

——Because Dalang killed hundreds of city guards in Fu'an County, Mr. Fu is going to completely break up the Widow Wang's family into pieces?

Is this crazy?

Since Lang Zexin couldn't understand at all, there was no point in disclosing it in advance.

Xie Qinghe thought for a while, and didn't want to cause any further trouble, so he said, "Don't be so anxious about this matter?" He asked Fu Chuan.

Fu Chuan shook his head.

Xie Qinghe stopped talking.He didn't know the details, so of course he had to respect the younger brother's arrangement.

"You just bring my words to Lang Hui. He understands what you don't understand. Whether he is willing to resign from office, you don't need to persuade him, he will make his own decision." Fu Chuan has dealt with Lang Hui over the years On the contrary, there are more opportunities than when I came into contact with Lang Zexin.

Lang Zexin rubbed her short beard unconsciously, and wanted to speak again.

Fu Chuan had already put down his chopsticks and said, "Which sentence did you not understand?"

This sentence is extremely majestic.

Lang Zexin didn't dare to dawdle by his side anymore, and after saluting his farewell, he left dejectedly.

——Fu Chuan asked him to return to Beijing quickly, but he actually led a horse, and returned at a gallop.

Xie Qinghe couldn't help smiling.

"What are you laughing at, senior brother?" Fu Chuan was puzzled.

"You don't understand what I said." Xie Qinghe repeated, the more she thought about it, the more cute she became.

Because, the demeanor and tone of Fu Legend's words are really...

Too much like Xie Qinghe himself.

Fu Chuan was even more puzzled: "Is this sentence funny?" Wouldn't the eldest brother also say that?