Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

The person facing the window on the fifth floor is obviously an official, wearing a dark green embroidered brocade robe, his temples are slightly white, his eyes are piercing, his mouth is slightly upturned, and he seems to be in a good mood.

"Do you know the identity of that person on the boat just now?" There was not only one person in the tea room, but another chubby middle-aged man asked.

"I haven't seen it before. This person is really new." Others didn't know either.

At this time, the chubby man turned his gaze to the window: "Master Yushi is well-informed, do you know who the man who scored the goal just now is?"

Zheng Nuo was sipping lightly with his wine glass, when he heard the words, he paused slightly, and answered everyone's doubts: "The third prince of the Yue Kingdom, Xie Qi."

"So that's how it is. It's a pity. If I'm a son of the Qing Dynasty, I will have a bright future." Someone sighed.

Some people didn't care: "Yesterday, I heard that Xie Qi had been shut down by the Holy Majesty. Why is it not affected at all today, and he still wants to come out to have fun?"

Zheng Nuo put down his wine glass: "The meeting has been settled, so there is plenty of free time, and he will do the same if you are."

"Oh? I'm so ignorant."

The chubby man suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Xie Qi entered this cuball, but he has never participated in today's cuqiu bid, so how should this be counted?"

Zheng Nuo smiled slightly, showing elegance: "It is clearly written in the text of the bidding competition that if any boat participating in the boat race can score a goal within a stick of incense, the bid will belong to the scorer.

Today Xie Qi was just improvised, even if he scored a goal, it has nothing to do with him.You can't change the rules just because he is the envoy prince, right? "

After hearing the words, everyone echoed: "What Lord Yushi said is very true, everything must be governed by the law. No one knows better than Lord Yushi about matters related to laws and regulations."

"That's right, the censor has always been upright and respectful. If it weren't for that, Tsunano, the Manchao in the capital, would definitely not be like this..."

"Master Liu, be careful." Before the man finished speaking, Zheng Nuo sharply reprimanded him: "Every part of the border of the Imperial City Chaogang is decided by the Holy One. Don't talk about drinking like this."

After drinking this, Master Liu's drunkenness was more than half awake, and he confessed one after another in panic, "Yes, yes, yes... the officer drank too much, and he talked nonsense when his mind was not clear..."

After a moment of silence, the serious look on Zheng Nuo's face suddenly dissipated, as if the cold words just now were all a joke, he bowed to help Master Liu: "Get up, there are many people in this place, and you have been an official for decades. Why are you still so reckless?"

"Master Yushi said..."

"Thank you, Lord Yushi, for your suggestion..."

For a while, the whole tea room was filled with the sound of thanks, and it was peaceful.Not long after, Zheng Nuo changed the topic and talked about other things, and everyone was more relieved.

But the sixth floor from the same perspective is much quieter at the moment, and the windows are not as wide as other tearooms, and it seems that they don't want to be air-conditioned.

"Are you back?" The one who said this was naturally Song Fuling.

"Hurry up, I told him to get off the boat and come here." Song Ren paused and asked, "However, why is the master suddenly interested in Xie Qi? I have never met you in Huzhou before. Investigate..."

Holding the teacup, Song Fuling didn't rush to answer, but asked, "How did Uncle Ren feel about that shot just now?"

"What?" Song Ren obviously didn't react.

"How about Xie Qi's ball just now?" Song Fuling asked again.

"..." Song Ren said truthfully, "Okay."

"Is it just a good word?" Song Fuling's voice was a little seductive: "Uncle Ren has seen someone else score a goal before? Don't you think that kick just now looks familiar?"

Song Renjing couldn't help but fell into deep thought after asking this question, but before he could figure out why, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Song Fuling signaled Song Ren to open the door.

The man who came in was a man dressed as a sailor. He had just entered the door, and Song Fuling couldn't wait to ask: "How? What did they say?"

The guard said: "Back to the master, the third prince of the Yue Kingdom didn't say much to others, he was watching the scene all the way. Occasionally, he spoke mostly to answer Mr. Kou's words."

Song Fuling frowned slightly: "Don't be so short, what he said and what he saw, you have to tell me every word."

Although the sailor was a little surprised, he still conveyed everything he heard.

When it came to Wen Sheng's sentence "I have seen it before, I always feel very familiar", Song Fuling's eyebrows jumped slightly: "Wait a minute, how did he look when he said this?"

The sailor thought for a while: "I was vaguely confused, but it will soon return to normal."

Song Fuling gradually fell into deep thought when she heard the words. The real Xie Qi had been growing up in Jiangzhou in her early years, but because Concubine Zhang Shu said "I miss my grandfather", she begged Taizong to send the infant Xie Qi to Jiangzhou.

He never returned to Shangjing until the Yanzhou Mutiny, so naturally he would not say such words as "I have seen it before".

However, if you use this to conclude that this person is the elder brother Wensheng, there is something wrong with it: "In the past, his favorite thing was Cuju... He only felt familiar after coming to Shangjing... But why does it seem like he doesn't remember?"

Song Ren at the side couldn't hear what he said, and seeing that he hadn't recovered for a long time, he reminded him: "Master, it looks like it's going to rain again today, do you want to go back earlier?"

Song Fuling came back to her senses: "Yes."

Not long after returning to the mansion, it really started to rain heavily.Song Fuling leaned against the window, watching the crabapple branches swaying from side to side in the courtyard gradually fascinated by the rain.

But after a while, he suddenly shouted: "Tang San!"

"Master, what's the matter?" Tang San came in quickly.

"Help me go shopping."

Tang San subconsciously felt a little guilty when he heard this: "Do you want to avoid Song Guanshi?"

"Yes, don't let him see it."

Tang San hesitated even more: "Then...can you ask Tang Er to go..."

"It's just to ask you to buy a kick ball, not to buy wine." Song Fuling pretended to be angry, "What are you afraid of?"

"Oh," Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, "That's easy, I'll go back as soon as I go!"

Tang San soon came back with the kick ball, packed it in a food box and hid it tightly.

"Did anyone see it?" Song Fuling asked.

"No, which company Song Guanshi thought I bought the dim sum from!"

Song Fuling nodded, took the kick ball from Tang San and signaled him to go out.When there is no one in the house, I throw it and play by myself.

At the beginning, there were still a few points, but gradually became more flexible, and even juggling the ball was no problem.

After a while, Song Fuling took back the kick ball, holding it in his hand and gradually lost his mind, looking absent-minded.

He remembered the past again, the Cuqiu that was buried in the flames.

When my elder brother went out to fight, it was the time of the Obon Festival celebration of Dongshan Temple. Every year there was a Cuju competition in the square in front of the temple, and my elder brother was the ball head hand-picked by the emperor.

But when the news came that the Vietnamese army was going north, the match was cancelled.At that time, he was looking forward to the cuqiu even more than his elder brother, so he was very negative after it was cancelled.

In order to comfort him, the elder brother gave him the cuball he had prepared for the game, and said, "I will have a good game with you when I come back!"

Now you seem to be back, but after all, you still can't play this ball, and you can't play in this life...

Thinking of the past is inevitable, and Song Fuling never noticed when Song Ren came in.A sudden exclamation pulled him back from the pain: "Where did this kickball come from? Who bought the kickball!"

Hearing this, Song Fuling subconsciously hid the ball behind her back, so she might as well be caught by Song Ren, raised her hand and threw it out of the window viciously: "Why is the second young master thinking about playing with the ball again? It's not enough to break his legs, but he still wants to connect with the ball." Take your life into it?"

"Uncle Ren, it's just..."

"Don't quibble, don't quibble!" Song Ren interrupted ruthlessly, regardless of his dignity: "If you didn't want to go back to get some kickball that day, why would your leg be like this today?"

Song Ren didn't intend to poke Song Fuling's heart, but he was really angry.Song Fuling's leg was the biggest pain in Song Ren's life. If he had firmly stopped Song Fuling who was running back that day, no accident would have happened.

But if there is no if, even if Song Fuling knows that Song Fuling is not a plaything, playing football has become a knot in Song Ren's heart that is difficult to untie.

If he wanted to untie it, he would have to see the Second Young Master stand up again and regain his health, but is this possible?

The two of them didn't speak for a while, they both lowered their eyes and said nothing, only the howling of the wind and rain could be heard in the room...

Song Fuling has been sending people to watch for the next movement of the Dianke Office. For example, yesterday, Kou Zhun brought the "Third Prince" and his party to the north of the city for a drink.

He took "Xie Qi" and drank all the famous restaurants in Beizheng Street, among which Yuxianlou stayed the longest.

Song Fuling asked why, and the spies said, "Xie Qi was full of praise for Huang Duchun's love, and before he left, he ordered a lot of them and sent them back to the Dianke Office."

"Did he say why he prefers Huangduchun?" Song Fuling asked.

"I didn't say it clearly, I just took the first sip of the god who has been in a daze for a long time," the spy said, "The subordinate happened to be serving the wine, and I vaguely heard him talking to himself."

"what did you say?"

"It seems...it's really this smell?" The spy was not sure: "The voice is too low, and I can't hear it very clearly. It probably means this."

"Is this really the taste?" Song Fuling murmured, "He must have drank... Huangduchun before..."

The woman kneeling on the ground didn't understand what the master meant. Judging from the expression on her face, the master seemed to be in a daze, but the next moment she saw him beaming with joy: "It seems that I really don't remember, he is still alive...just don't remember... ..."

"It's okay if you don't remember, it's best to forget such an unbearable thing...it's best..." At the end of the speech, I returned to the trance at the beginning.

The women on the ground didn't know where the master's change of joy and sorrow came from, but they also knew that they should not ask more: "If there is nothing else, Yingniang will not disturb the master's rest?"

"Wait," Song Fuling called out, "What plans do they have tomorrow?"

"Returning to Master, Kou Zhun proposed to go to the street in front of Dongshan Temple to look at flowers tomorrow. The flower and bird market there is lively recently, and the incense in the temple is also good. Xie Qi agreed."

"Dongshan Temple?" Song Fuling paused for a while, and then came back to his senses after a while: "Forget it, you go down. By the way, call Guanshi Song to come in by the way."

"Yes."

Yingniang had to turn around and go out, and soon Song Ren came in: "Master?"

Song Fuling didn't make any detours: "Go to Dongshan Temple Front Street and book a flower market. I'll go and sit there tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Song Ren was about to turn around, but turned back because of Song Fuling's words: "Wait a minute."

"Anything else to explain?"

Song Fuling: "By the way, go to Yuxianlou to make a few pots of Huangduchun..."

Song Ren's face changed slightly before he finished speaking: "What are you doing? Are you addicted again?"

"..." Song Fuling had a rare aphasia, and after a while he explained in a good voice: "I don't drink, I just put on a show to attract people to come."

"How many pots do you need to make a show? Can you fool me?"

Song Fuling was not at all afraid: "Finding wine among flowers is his unique skill. If he can really find it with this method, I will believe his identity."

After a pause, he said again: "It doesn't matter whether he remembers or not." After speaking, he turned the wheel and went to the desk.

Song Fuling's swearing posture finally convinced Song Ren: "If so, I will send someone to buy another pot."

The next day Kou Zhun really came to Dongshan Temple Front Street with the news.

Now is the time when the spring flowers are in full bloom, and there is a strong fragrance of flowers lingering on the tip of the nose before entering the street.There are peaches and plums in the mountains, exotic flowers in the garden, and even late winter plums, all of which are colorful.

Every time you pass a city, as long as you stop for a while when you hear the sound, there will be a guide to explain it immediately.

They all recognize these flowers, but seeing that the guide is so enthusiastic, they will ask a few questions, such as the flower market is prosperous and most of them are rootless flowers, which can be sold out in a few days.

The guide replied: "Your Highness, the third prince's question is really sharp. The flower market is indeed not as prosperous as it is today. It's just that the Shangsi Festival is approaching. Whether you want to bathe by the side of the house, sacrificial banquets or outings in the spring, there are no flowers. A place? If it’s more popular, you have to come early to grab it!”

Hearing the sound, he nodded, as if he wanted to ask another question, but suddenly he smelled an unusual breath.

"Third Prince?" Kou Zhun asked naturally when he saw that the sound had stopped.

"That's the end of today, thank you Mr. Kou for your company." Hearing the sound, he quickly recovered, "I want to go around the rest of the flower market and bird market by myself."

Zhang He felt that the past two days were boring, so he didn't come with him today. If he let Wen Sheng go away at this time, wouldn't it be that he didn't even have a guard by his side?

"This..." Kou Zhun was naturally worried.

"But it's inconvenient?"

"It's not..."

"Then excuse me." Before Kou Zhun could finish speaking, he turned around and disappeared among the flowers and leaves.

The author has something to say:

Song Fuling should be the worst of all younger brothers, I can't bear it, the only thing I can do is bring Wensheng to him (I really want to hug him)