Dress to be a celebrity

That night, Huan Ling lived in Song's house openly and aboveboard.

Mr. Song was returning to Beijing. Song Shi was going to hold a banquet for his father and brother to celebrate. His senior brother happened to be a guest at the door. How could he be kicked out halfway?Naturally, it is also necessary to leave a good reception, and to have a few more wines at the banquet, and it will be late when the banquet ends, let alone drive the drunken guests out.

It was also inconvenient for Huan Ling to leave: he hinted to his grandfather today that he wanted to impeach those who were wronged by the drama. Although his grandfather didn't react at the time, it's hard to say whether he will realize this in the end of the day.

The person he wants to impeach is none other than his grandfather's ally, Ma Shangshu, who is about to send a border general.Writing a memo at home, if the grandfather and the others know about it, they will definitely stop him from playing the melody, and they may even call him sick on his behalf and lock him up... Let's settle down in Song's house first, write the memo and submit it.

He really lived in Song Shi's house that night.

The yard is small, and there are only a few rooms in total. Song Shi didn't play the card that he wanted to come and live in it, but only cleaned it up according to the four of them—his father and eldest brother, the second brother in the west wing, and him in the east wing. One can only squeeze to sleep.

Song Yun originally wanted to squeeze in with his younger brother, let the eldest brother live in the west wing, and Huan Ling live in the main landlord's house, but unexpectedly Huan Ling didn't care about the status of the fifth-rank junchen at all, and gave way: "I swore to do obeisance with the official of the time. Brother, isn't he also Song Shishu's nephew, the younger brother of the two elder brothers? How can there be a reason why the younger brother occupies the upper room and squeezes the elder brother into the side room, and Shishu and the elder brothers live in peace, and the two of us just squeeze together."

I don't know if it's because they always say that they are going to be sworn brothers these days, Song Shibo and his two elder brothers have somewhat forgotten that he and Song Shi are not brothers now, and they have to be sworn brothers before the ancestor of the Song family.Hearing what he said, the three of them felt that it was reasonable and reasonable, and even thought that he and Song Shi had long been sworn brothers in private, and the only difference was that they had never been in the Song family's ancestral hall.

Their father and son were no longer polite, and only dragged Song Shi to tell him: "Get the bed out for your senior brother. You are young and you can sleep on the couch. Don't think that other people's children will let you if they are sensible."

He can give the bed to his brother, but he is not sure where he will sleep at night.

Song Shi didn't know whether it was worry or what, he asked someone to clean up the room with complicated emotions, prepare hot water, and lead Huan Ling to rest in the study first.

Lonely and widowed in the same room in the middle of the night, Brother Huan Xiao is still a little crooked, himself... well, he is also an open-minded person to be persuaded, if he doesn't grasp well, it is easy to be persuaded.Guiltily, he lifted the screen curtain in front of the window, glanced through the glass at the upper room and the light from the opposite side, turned around and called Huan Ling firmly, "Senior brother!"

There are many people in the family today, so nothing can happen!

Unexpectedly, Huan Ling also called him "Shi Guan'er", came over to close the curtain, reached out and tapped a little between his lips: "Shi Guan'er, father and brother are here tonight, but we are not as close as we used to be when we were alone. Feel free."

What is facing each other alone, what we are, it is all you...you are too embarrassed to say it!

Song Shi was lucky to move his dantian, grasping the five fingers on the corner of the table with force, almost breaking off a piece of wood like a hero.His senior brother was afraid that he would pick off his nails too hard, so he quickly grabbed his wrist and admitted his mistake: "It's because of my brother's slip of the tongue, it's because I acted casually, presumptuously and rudely..."

Song Shi snorted coldly, raised his hand and shook his wrist, trying to shake his fingers away.However, Huan Ling held his hand and pressed it to his chest, and hugged him with his whole body, biting his ear in a low voice: "Shi Guan'er just does what I want."

A ball of fire rose from Song Shi's tailbone to his chest, evoking the old hatred that he had turned against customers and acted recklessly in his own home a few days ago, making his chest heave with anger, the tails of his eyes turned red, and his breathing became rough point.

His father fell asleep in the upper room, and his brother stayed opposite. The ancient walls were not soundproof!

The word "sound insulation" was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head. Song Shi calmed down all of a sudden, raised his foot and gave him a light kick on his calf: "Get up, this curtain is so thin, what should the second brother do if he sees it from the opposite side!"

Huan Ling let him go, leaned against the table, supported his chin with one hand, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, Shi Guaner? Am I the kind of person who doesn't care about everything? Today I specially want to change to a You are in the room for business, I want to write something, and I need you to sharpen the ink for me."

He still has business?Do you want to write bullets?

After watching a play, he wanted to write bullets. He was as dedicated as he was writing a small paper after playing a game.No, he is more dedicated than him. After all, he writes papers to make money. Brother Huan Xiao is purely dedicating his youth to his career.

Song Shi admired it a little, and became serious, picked up a water jet and poured a few drops of water into the inkstone pool, and took out a commonly used ink stick to grind ink for him.He used to copy papers and rush manuscripts behind his family's back, all of which he wrote by himself by researching ink. to use".

Huan Ling was as familiar with his study as his own, so he reached out and took out the notebooks on the bookshelf and spread them out, took a brush pen, licked the ink in the pool, and dropped it on the paper.

Song Shi naturally stretched his neck to look at the paper, only to see the ink on the tip of his pen dragging, and the sentence "Jiang Zhongzi" was written on the paper.

Come Zhongzi, don't go beyond me, don't break my tree.How dare you love it?Afraid of my parents.

Jiang Zhongzi, never cross my wall, never break my mulberry tree.How dare you love it?Fear my brothers.

go!This is not sensible!You actually wrote this kind of thing with a six-dollar piece of paper, why don’t you use the five-cent piece of paper next to it!

Song Shi was so angry that he pulled his hand away and snatched the paper.I wanted to rub it to pieces, but just wrote "Jiang Zhongzixi" on the paper. It is a pity that it was a good white paper. Their socialist successors can't do this kind of thing, so they simply threw the waste paper aside. In the pile, I will use it to practice calligraphy in the future.

Huan Ling looked at him with a smile, and asked warmly: "Since Shi Guan'er thinks I'm a waste, then I won't write. How about reading it to you?"

What kind of son will you be, you are the third child, and you will also be the uncle of the general!

Song Shi looked around and couldn't find a bun or steamed bun to stop his mouth, so he had to do it himself, and his face was deformed by the pressure, and his upper body almost couldn't support himself from the chair.Huan Ling giggled under his palm, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, pressed him onto his lap, raised his head and smiled between his palms, "Don't make trouble, it's really annoying to knock the chair down." I heard."

The chair was really unstable, and the two front legs were a little off the ground, wobbling.Song Shi was afraid that the chair would fall down, and it would be unsightly for the two of them to fall down like this, so he let go of his hand, pinched his cheek hard, and scolded: "Do your homework well! Don't waste any more paper!"

Huan Ling rubbed his cheeks and asked, "What homework? It's about memorials? You've been in the south for a few years, and you can't speak official words very well."

Song Shi's heart skipped a beat in an instant, his face flushed slightly from nervousness, and he pretended not to care and said, "I'm not making you angry! You want to impeach someone again, write it well, after a long time of tossing, the ink will be dry! "

Huan Ling saw that his face was reddish, and it was not the color of the candlelight. He was obviously really ashamed, so he smiled slightly, let him get up from his lap, and dipped the ink again to write the bullet:

"I heard that since the spring of this year, the bandits have repeatedly invaded the provinces of Shan, Shaanxi, and Gansu, and the frontier troops have been defeated by the bandits several times. The situation is critical. Your Majesty thinks that the people are suffering from bandits, so you must select talents and deploy troops in the hinterland to guard against them. Trouble at the frontier. Soldiers are strong or weak, and whether there are good generals or not. You must first select good generals and then be able to conduct them strictly. Know the quality of the soldiers and use them to show their strengths. If there are those who do not know the art of war, do not practice strategy, and have never fought in battle, once they are deployed When you go to the border and guard one side alone, how can you deal with the thieves when they come?"

He thought of the side newspapers that had been repeatedly raided by the captives in the past few months, and thought that the audience was still watching the show for fun, and the money was poured on the officers waiting on the stage like splashing water, so he couldn't help sighing.

The soldiers were half alive, singing and dancing under the beautiful tent.

Although those generals have not yet been sent to the front of the army, they may not be unable to do such absurd things when they go to the border if they eat wine, watch theatre, and hang out in the teaching workshop on weekdays.What's more, when they reach the border, they will control the power, appoint private individuals, private sergeants, embezzle military pay, and seize the farmland... In this way, the Guan army's combat strength will be weaker, and the defense will be empty. .

Even if they restrain their temperament at the border and defend the city with peace of mind, if they don't read military books and experience training on weekdays, they are suddenly dispatched to a city and a fort to defend, can they really defend it?

Do they know how to select elites and use their strengths?Do you know how to drill in the battalion and train the weak army to be strong?Do you know how to sympathize with the soldiers, gather the morale of the soldiers, and make the soldiers not afraid of the enemy in actual combat?Do you know how to assign military affairs to the strong and weak troops at the beginning of the war, so as not to confuse the morale of the army?

These days, he has not only investigated the resumes of candidate soldiers, but also read many side reports in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The more he reads, the more he is shocked—

In the 40 and [-]th year of Taiping, Dazheng's frontier army was no longer elite. The firearms and armor hidden in the arsenal were all old things, and many of them were even sold privately. Bottom soldiers.A large number of sergeants were reduced to serfs in the colony of the generals, without any training, how could they not be completely defeated when the captives attacked?

As far as he writes, the pen in his hand seems to be soaked in the blood of the border people, and he presses heavily on the paper, every word is penetrating.And when he wrote about the generals he visited these days, who were both lacking in talent and virtue, his brushstrokes were much lighter, and he wrote down their names, resumes, and bribes in Beijing these days without any stagnation. Going up to the official, unblocking the door, taking care of a happy wife, going to the church... all kinds of unfair and illegal things.

Handing over this pleading, if nothing else is mentioned, Ma Shangshu will definitely hate him to the bone, and maybe he will turn against his grandfather, and his grandfather will definitely punish him severely in order to please the king of Zhou, and may even Then send him to a foreign post, and he is not allowed to stay in Beijing to get in the way.

With thousands of words in his heart, he handed the written memorial to Song Shi to read it, looked at him and asked, "What do you think of this book?"

Song Shi said honestly: "It can offend people very much. Ma Shangshu is the grandfather of the king of Zhou. In your memorial, you openly said that the people selected by the Ministry of War are unqualified, and you demand that these people who are about to be transferred to the border should be thoroughly investigated again. The qualified ones will be sent to various guards to be on duty...Fortunately, you are the grandson of Mr. Ge, if you are an ordinary person, I will not let you read this book."

Huan Ling was originally thinking a little heavy, but was amused by his words, he shook his head and said with a smile: "You really suppressed it first and then raised it... Thank you for explaining me. In fact, I also know that this book impeaches power It is hard for a person to win, and if I can’t defeat Ma Shangshu, I will be the one who suffers. It is difficult for outsiders to do anything to me, the censor. With my grandfather’s temperament, although I have always hoped that I can take care of the future of the Huan family, But if I do something detrimental to King Zhou, he will definitely not allow me to occupy this important position for a long time..."

Only Song Shi understood him, supported him, and even pushed him to be a good official more firmly than him.If he hadn't gone to Fujian, how long would he have been able to hold on to his beliefs in such a vortex of power alone?Could it be that his grandfather and younger sister were involved in the King Zhou's party long ago, using his status as a censor to fight against dissidents and fight for power for his family?

When an innocent Song Shi returns to the capital, is he still qualified to approach him?

Looking at his clean hands with thin calluses left by writing, he felt a little lucky in his heart, and jokingly said to Song Shi: "If I am kicked out of the house by my grandfather, I will no longer be the grandson of the old man. But are you still willing to form a contract with me?"

... You are the grandson of the old man and I don't want to make a contract with you. In the north, we are called brother brothers!

Song Shi put the memorial on the table, and waited for it to dry with a paperweight, then found a white cotton paper envelope and carefully put it away, then put an elbow on his waist: "Don't look, sleep——"

These two words came out of my mouth, and after I finished speaking, I felt a little ambiguous, and hurriedly added another sentence: "I am sleeping on the couch, please don't squeeze me anymore!"

The author has something to say: The love poem written by the brother is "The Book of Songs? Zheng Feng? Jiang Zhongzi"

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Come Zhongzi, don't go beyond me, don't break my tree.How dare you love it? Fear my parents.Zhong can be pregnant, and the words of parents can also be feared.

Jiang Zhongzi, never cross my wall, never break my mulberry tree.How dare you love it? Fear my brothers.Zhong can be pregnant, and the words of the brothers can also be feared.

Come Zhongzi, never go beyond my garden, never break my sandalwood tree.How dare you love it? I am afraid of people talking too much.Zhong can be pregnant, and people can be afraid of talking too much.

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