Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

"Go, go and ask Guanshi Song to come to the main courtyard." On the way back, Song Fuling was able to maintain her composure, but just after entering the Taifu's residence, she showed a little anxiety, and he immediately sent the nursing courtyard to find Song Ren.

Not long after returning to the room, Song Ren rushed over in a hurry: "What's the matter? What happened, the master is looking for me?"

Song Fuling immediately recovered from the picture scroll when she heard the noise: "Uncle Ren, I want to thank all the portraits of the guests in Qi's mansion, you go to the hall to get them immediately, go and come back quickly."

"Xie Qi?" Song Ren thought for a while, "The third prince of Yue?"

"good."

Song Ren didn't ask too much: "Are they really all the portraits? There are so many Xie Qimen customers, it's not difficult to find paintings. If the master wants to ask someone to give instructions."

"I want to find it myself." Song Fuling said firmly and rarely looked solemn.

Song Ren turned around and left without saying a word. He had never seen Song Fuling so out of proportion like today.Haven't seen it since the fire 12 years ago.

It seems that something difficult must have happened, otherwise how could he not be trusted?

After Song Ren left, Song Fuling was not idle, and he called all the servants in the main courtyard to come in: "Go and see where there are blue brocade clothes in the mansion, no matter the style, as long as the clothes are stained with the word "blue", I will give them to you." I'll bring it over."

"Yes!"

With one order, the whole mansion immediately fell into the frenzy of rummaging.

Although everyone didn't know why the master suddenly wanted a color that he had never worn, they still tried their best to search for it, almost turning the entire Taifu's mansion upside down.

Song Fuling watched from the side, pointing a sentence or two from time to time: "Here, I remember that there are quite a few in this cabinet..."

In the blink of an eye, the time for half a stick of incense passed, and the whole family didn't even find a piece of blue brocade clothes.Song Fuling usually likes to wear soap and white, and the servants in the mansion also buy these two colors more often.

If there is no master, there will be no servants to protect the courtyard.

"Why not..." Song Fuling seemed a little dazed, and after a while she came back to her senses and said, "Go buy it if you don't have one! Don't make it now, just go to the tailor shop and get it according to my size."

Everyone looked at each other, and Tang San came out and said: "Dare to ask the master, do you have any requirements for the style of clothes? How many pieces do you need to buy?"

"Two pieces." Song Fuling thought for a while before correcting, "No, buy as many as you have, preferably a straight train embroidered with a flying crane pattern."

"Only straight?"

Song Fuling paused for a moment: "You can use straight Taoist robes, and you can choose any style, as long as it's blue."

"Yes." After receiving the new order, everyone quickly filed out.

Soon after Song Ren came back, his eyes were in a mess. Seeing that the room was full of scattered clothes, he panicked: "What's going on? The mansion was attacked by thieves?"

"No, I asked them to find something." Song Fuling signaled Song Ren to come forward with the album.

"Can you find it?"

"No, let them buy it."

Song Ren nodded: "There are still two boxes at the back, I'll bring them in after I've finished reading them."

"No, take them in together."

Seeing that Song Fuling was in such a hurry, Song Ren was even more uncertain: "Dare to ask the master, who are you looking for?"

"I'll tell you about this after I investigate it."

Song Ren nodded and stopped asking any further questions, and helped organize the scrolls.

The scrolls in Song Fuling's hands changed one after another, and it took about half an hour before finally stopping on one of them.

He carefully looked at the eyebrows, eyes and hair of the person in the painting, and after a while, he suddenly said: "That's right! It's him..."

"But you found it?" Song Ren paused, and came over to observe, and found the word "Ying Shi" written on the upper corner: "Is this the master you are looking for?"

"Yes and no." Song Fuling had already looked at the net worth note in the lower corner.

Song Ren looked at it for a while, and his brows became tighter and tighter: "Why do I feel... this person's eyebrows and eyes are very familiar?"

"Uncle Ren also thinks it looks familiar?" Song Fuling asked.

"More than a few, I'm afraid I could remember it a few years ago, but now that I'm old, I really can't remember it." Song Ren shook his head.

"Originally, I was only three-point sure, but now I have five points." Song Fuling put away the scroll carefully: "Uncle Ren, ask someone to come in and clean it up."

"Hey." Not long after Song Ren went out, Tang San and the others who went to buy clothes earlier just came back.

"Seeing that the master is in a hurry, I will buy all the blue brocade clothes from the nearby tailors." Tang San followed two wooden boxes, both of which were filled with the same color when opened.

Seeing this, Song Ren was a little puzzled: "The things that the master was looking for after rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, turned out to be just a few ready-made clothes?"

"No, more than a few," Tang San explained, "it's a total of 68."

"You..." Song Ren seemed to want to scold someone, but was interrupted by Song Fuling.

Song Fuling picked up one of them and looked at it: "The style is similar, but the color is almost the same. It is not as stable as his body."

Then he picked up another one: "The color is similar, it's the feel of the fabric..."

"?" Song Ren looked puzzled.

According to his master, he saw others wearing it so he wanted it too?Can't wait to round up all the similar styles in the clothing store?

People in their 20s and almost [-] are so reckless?Is this still the calm and calm master in his eyes?

Song Ren was about to ask who that person was, but Song Fuling had asked someone to push him in for a fitting, so he was dazed for a while and had to give up.

It is not uncommon for the lights in the main courtyard to stay on at night, and it was not uncommon for them to be on all night in the past.

It's just that the people in the room today are different from the past. They neither read the account book nor have any books to copy.

Song Fuling had been staring at the ceiling in a daze for a long time.

Naturally, he was thinking about the "Three Princes of Yue Kingdom" in the daytime.

If that person is really his brother who heard the news, why hasn't he returned to Shangjing all these years?No news at all?Could it be that he has another plan like him?

For a moment, Song Fuling even wanted to go directly to that person to question him, but she finally endured it.

What if it was someone else's scheme, what if someone just wanted to use this to spy on his identity?Don't be reckless about recognizing your relatives.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if this person is really the brother who heard the sound, how could he dare to show up rashly based on his current half-dead appearance?

Song Fuling was expecting and timid at the same time, so confused that she didn't fall asleep all night.

At dawn, this bewilderment finally receded with the darkness.With the current situation, even if it is confirmed that the man is the elder brother, he cannot act recklessly.

Wen's grievances have not been washed away, even close relatives have to bear it.The situation in the court is treacherous, and if one mistaken move is made, the whole game will be lost.

He didn't want to lose after hearing the ceremony, and he couldn't afford to lose anymore.

Hearing that the next morning after staying at the Dianke Office, Kou Zhun came to pick him up with a group of officials and guards. Where did he go?Naturally it was Jin Mingchi.

If you want to see all the prosperity of Upper Kyoto in one day, there is no better place than Jinmingchi.

It was not the first time for Kou Zhun to take people on a tour of the interior of Kyoto. A three-storey boat was parked at the pier.

Hearing the sound, sitting in the cabin of the painting boat, looking at the noisy water surface through the thin bead curtain, surrounded by the attic and bushes of the palace in the center of the island in the distance, it seems to be indulging in the beauty of this prosperous age.

"The third prince grew up in Jiangzhou. The people of Jiangzhou are gentle and gentle. I'm afraid he has never seen such a grand event before?"

Hearing the sound half-truth, he said: "Perhaps I have seen it before, I always feel very familiar."

"Hmph, what's so great about it, we Jiangzhou people are reserved, not some people who can't hide something and show it off..." Zhang He stood in front of the pillar with arms folded and snorted coldly.

Kou Zhun didn't care about it, and continued to patiently introduce the scenery in sight to the sound.

When approaching the Baita Bridge, the surrounding cruise ships suddenly became crowded.There is a faint figure shaking on the long-sail boat in the distance.

Hearing the sound, his eyes were good, and he could see that what looked like a swing was hanging on the mast. The figure was standing on the long swing, shaking constantly with the shouts of people.

After flying to the top of the swing, the figure immediately let go of his hand, flipped in the air and fell into the water, winning applause from the whole boat.

Kou Zhun saw the focus on the sound and watched, and explained: "This is one of the water plays that Jinming Lake often has, called Water Swing. It is a thrill to watch. If the nobles who come here to drink and have fun come here, please order one." Back. Can the third prince order some?"

"No, it's enough to see it once." Hearing the sound's sight was attracted by the sudden noise from behind, and saw that the boat was surrounded by a group of fast-moving arks at some point, and everyone on the boat tried their best to keep the boat facing Go ahead.

Hearing the sound, he became curious: "Is this Jingzhou?"

"No, this is bidding on the water." Kou Zhun stroked his beard, pointed in the direction of Hexin Island, and said, "Third Prince, please look, is there a long pole on the port in front of Jinming Lake?"

The front floor of the majestic restaurant directly leads to the river, and there is indeed a very long bamboo pole inserted there. If you look carefully, there is a string of red silk tied to the top of the bamboo pole, which should be the header.

But under the red silk there is actually a round bamboo ring, I don't know what it's for.

Hearing the sound, he thought about it and asked, but unexpectedly, Kou Zhun made a fool of himself this time: "Your Highness, just wait and see."

Soon the arks in the race were victorious, and the fastest ark had already stopped at the port.The other arks that followed logically said that they should stop here, but they suddenly turned their heads and lined up not far from the front ping of Jinming Pond.

At this time, the painting boat where Wen Sheng was located was already close to Jinming Pond, so he could clearly see the movement on the boat.

They actually took out baskets of kickballs!

Hearing the sound, he immediately thought of the use of the bamboo basket on the bamboo pole: "They want to play Cuju?"

"Exactly!" Kou Zhun laughed twice: "Winning the first place is not a real victory. The other boats still have the power to compete with the ball. If any boat scores a goal, then the title will belong to that boat .

Hearing the voice: "If no one enters, will it still return to the ark that arrived first?"

"Exactly!" Kou Zhun looked forward to it: "Just wait and see."

This unique water cuju began soon, and the bows of every ark were almost full of people. The sailors who were struggling to pull the sails and paddles just a moment ago turned into friends on the cuju field. head.

Cuballs flew out of the boats one after another, some fell into the water as soon as they got out of the boat, and some went straight to the top of the bamboo pole, but they were still far away from Rumeng.

Seeing that the limited time is coming to an end, and no ball has been shot into the round frame, many people are a little bit depressed.

Kou Zhun also shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, I'm afraid no one can cut off the header today."

Before the words were finished, Kou Zhun suddenly noticed a rustling sound beside him, and when he turned his head, he found that he had already got up after hearing the sound.

Kou Zhun hurriedly followed: "Third Prince, are you going to the bow?"

"En." Hearing the sound, he took off the cloak on his shoulders, threw it to Zhang He, and then tightened the cuffs a little.

When Kou Zhun saw this scene, he had an idea: "Could it be that the third prince is so impatient that he wants to give it a try?"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head sideways: "Is there a kickball on the boat?"

"Yes! Yes, yes..." Kou Zhun immediately asked someone to carry them: "There are a lot of these things on the boat, as many as you want." He thought that hearing the sound, he might be able to kick both baskets of balls.

But never expected, Wen Sheng only kicked one.

This one flew straight into the bamboo basket on the top of the bamboo pole.

Before the incense sticks in the Qianping incense burner were burned out, the bidding finally ushered in the biggest reversal.After a moment of silence, the entire river, the center of the island, and even the bridge head fell into a carnival!

"Go in! The ball goes in!"

"Who is it? Who is the person on the painting boat?"

Everyone competed to guess Wen Sheng's identity, but after scoring the goal, Wen Sheng returned to the boat quickly, and heard him sigh in a low voice: "I haven't played for a long time, and I almost couldn't get in."

Kou Zhun: "..." Listen, are these human words?

Zhang He on the side was still looking into the distance, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time: "It's really not...fancy fists and embroidered legs?"

The ball quickly spread throughout Jinming Lake, and there were not a few people on the island who witnessed this scene.

In the window-facing tea room on the fifth and sixth floors of Jinming Pool, two people looked away at the same time, but their reactions were slightly different.

The author has something to say:

Pengtou: Equivalent to a forward shooter.

Entering Meng: To score a goal is also a metaphor for success.

The young man Wensheng is also a frequent visitor of Jin Mingchi, how could he not understand this?