Early winter · Rain

Pei Ziyun sat in front of the window listening to the drizzle. In a blink of an eye, the young man who was struggling to death in Woniu Village is now Jie Yuan and has entered the Immortal Gate.

Ye Suer, where are you now?

Pei Ziyun stared out the window in a daze and breathed a deep breath after a long time. Speaking of Gongyuan, Pei Ziyun went to the Gongyuan several times and found that there were not many people left except for the first day, so most of them thought that these were clichés.

But Pei Ziyun listened to it with great interest.

"The ancient etiquette was actually just a matter of straightforwardness, the king and minister, father and son, and the upper and lower parts, and they were lined up to divide the fruits according to this rule."

"In modern times, it is still the monarch and minister, father and son, upper and lower levels, and still queuing up to divide fruits. It just changes from revealing rules to unspoken rules, but this light and darkness is progress."

"We cannot say that there is no progress, nor that we can say that the essence has been changed."

"In a word, I still eat meat, but I just look a little better."

Pei Ziyun felt that he benefited a lot. Although he lives in Fu Mansion, he gets up at the end of Mao (6:45) every morning, finishes his clothes, and uses breakfast to read the scriptures.

When you use lunch at noon, read the scriptures and practice for one hour, it is not that you don’t want to practice, but that it is that you rely entirely on metabolism, which cannot encourage growth.

Read the Taoist scriptures again in the evening.

Before we knew it, it was half a month, and November was in. On the second day after the tribute court, Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao, the two juren, came to visit and invited Pei Ziyun to go out for a trip. Pei Ziyun did not refuse and went there happily.

The little loli was going out to play with her, but she was scolded by Juren Fu, and although the world was more open, it was not Pei Ziyun's original world.

The little loli was scolded by Juren Fu, and her mouth sagged and she entered the yard with tears in her eyes and hid in the room.

When Pei Ziyun came back, the little loli snorted coldly when she saw Pei Ziyun, and ignored Pei Ziyun, as if it was the fault of this junior brother, which made her scolded.

There was no early summer these days, and Pei Ziyun was thinking in the room with peace of mind.

"To achieve great success, it must have an influence. The world also loves poetry. Literary and poets love to make friends with poetry whenever they are free. Fortunately, they failed to trade stocks in their previous life. They spent their time at home, and they gritted their teeth and used ancient poems every day, so they would not have a place to use their skills in this life."

“There is strength to be respectful.”

"This world Taoist sect has power, so it is also qualified to queue up to distribute fruits. If you make meritorious service for the court, you will be rewarded, and this may be your own opportunity."

Pei Ziyun opened the window and the wind blew in. He felt comfortable for a moment. This day was a bit relaxed compared to being born to fight. It was rare to have a leisure time. It was just that I had to seize the opportunity. Time was not waiting for me, but I still needed to figure out where to start.

At this moment, a servant knocked on the door outside the door and said, "Master Pei, it was the third young master of the Hou Mansion who handed over a post, indicating that he would invite the master at lunch banquet every day."

Pei Ziyun opened the door and the servant handed over a gilded invitation. Pei Ziyun opened it and looked at it, smiling: "I'm going to the banquet tomorrow."

The next day, the ox cart in the Hou Mansion arrived in front of the mansion. Pei Ziyun and Juren Fu got on the ox cart respectively. As soon as they got on the car, Pei Ziyun realized that there were two seats in front and back, with a table and a maid serving him. He took out a silver bottle and poured a glass of warm wine to serve him.

Pei Ziyun felt relaxed all over and thought to himself that the Marquis' Mansion was really enjoying it. The journey was calm and when he arrived at a door, someone came to Pei Ziyun and said, "I guess it was Pei Jieyuan? Young Master is already waiting for you."

Listening to this person, Pei Ziyun swept around. Juren Fu's car seemed to be blocked on the road just now and hadn't come yet. Then go first. Pei Zi said, "Lead the way."

This man led Pei Ziyun into it. This was not considered a marquis' mansion, but it could only be considered a villa, but it was also very large. In the garden, vines, trees and roses made into flower holes, and walked for another period. A few tea trees were planted scattered and tied with bamboo fences. The courtyard was very elegant and quiet.

The person who led Pei Ziyun to the door came and knocked on the door gently: "Young Master, Pei Jieyuan has arrived."

"Brother Pei, please come in." Wei Ang's voice rang in the room.

Pei Ziyun opened the door, and Wei Ang was concentrating on cooking tea, using a small fan, and pouring it all over. Pei Ziyun looked at it. The room was very simple, mostly made of bamboo supplies, bamboo tables, bamboo chairs, bamboo beds, and some landscape paintings or poems were hung on the wall. The titles at the end were all Wei Ang, which was considered first-class.

Just after scanning Pei Ziyun's room, Wei Ang's tea was already cooked. He picked up the teapot and poured the tea cups on the table. Seeing Pei Ziyun still standing, he said, "Junior Brother Pei, sit down, please use tea and try my tea art."

Wei Ang reached out and pushed the teacup forward. Pei Ziyun stepped forward and pulled the bamboo chair away. After taking a cup of tea, he sipped it in small sips. The sip was sweet and fragrant. It was the same when he was on Earth in his previous life. He just missed it, had a taste, and he just savored it slowly.

"Senior brother is really a good tea art. If you can drink one cup every day, you can live for ten more years." Pei Ziyun said with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Pei praised me. My tea art is not very good. I will take you to meet a tea ceremony in the future. It's boring to drink tea here. I will take Brother Pei out to see the Marquis' Mansion." Wei Ang smiled and stood up and led Pei Ziyun out.

Not long after leaving the courtyard, two people, one of the Fusang warriors, passed by in a hurry. Pei Ziyun read the local chronicles. There are also Fusang in this world, and Japanese pirates are also a big disaster in Anzhou. Seeing that there are Fusang warriors appearing in the Hou Mansion, it was a bit strange and asked: "Senior Brother Wei, why are there Fusang warriors in the mansion?"

Wei Ang smiled and said, "Don't be surprised. This is a Fusang samurai that my father used to take in during the war. In the world, the warrior had no place to go and went to the mansion. My father was magnanimous, so he did not force the order to change the patronage, so he stayed in the mansion and obeyed the orders."

Seeing the Fusang warrior, Pei Ziyun had some associations, but did not say that the Hou Mansion was very big, and he followed Wei Ang all the way, with different courtyards divided along the way, with strange flowers and plants, and various rockery rockery.

Unlike when I came, not long after, I turned and passed through a door, and a small lake appeared in front of me. There was an island in the lake and a pavilion in the island.

Wei Ang led the way forward and went straight to the island from the stone road. The island was not big, only seven meters long and wide, and planted a few weeping willows. The two sat down and said a few words. Then a maid rushed over: "Young master, you are about to have a banquet. The housekeeper ordered us to come to you quickly."

Wei Ang didn't care about the maid and smiled: "The banquet is on? Okay, Brother Pei and I will go there."

After saying that, Wei Ang got up with a smile, turned around and said to Pei Ziyun: "Brother Pei, I originally wanted to take you around the Marquis' Mansion more, but it seems that it will be the next time."

"This is a small matter, let's go to the banquet." Pei Ziyun smiled.

"Young Master, Jie Yuan, hurry up. Mr. Shen and the butler are anxious. Then I asked me to come to find you." The maid said in a hurry.

After about a quarter of an hour, the three of them arrived at the banquet venue and waited for the butler outside to greet him: "Hey, the third son, the banquet is about to start, and you are gone. You promised the Marquis to host the literary meeting today. Mr. Chen has been waiting for you for a long time, and he has urged you many times."

Wei Ang listened to the butler's words and said, "It's okay, I'm just intrigued. I led Brother Pei to walk in the backyard and let's go in and have a banquet."

After Wei Ang said that, he entered the room.

"Please, Pei Jieyuan, it's inside." The housekeeper led Pei Ziyun into the hall, and the banquets were gathered in the room. At this time, many literati, poet, famous scholar and juren were smiling and talking to each other.

As soon as Wei Ang entered the hall, Chen Zhi came up and lowered his voice: "Three Master, I'll wait for you. You will be the banquet later. Don't be nervous."

"But what's the only literary banquet? " Wei Ang replied in a low voice.

Wei Ang took the main seat and shouted loudly: "Everyone, I have always loved writing, so I asked my father to hold this literary banquet. Isn't it great to have you all talk about poetry and lyrics together?"

"Of course, it's not okay to have literature but no wine. Come on, let's have a drink first."

As Wei Ang said something, everyone started to do it.

This article banquet is an indispensable process for the imperial examination. Many nobles who have been granted titles like to invite Juren to hold banquets. These Juren are the reserves of the future Daxu. It will be easier to do things after leaving favors, and can further deepen the relationship between Juren.

Just as Wei Ang was talking, Pei Ziyun saw that Juren Fu was also there, Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao, and there were empty seats, just calling Pei Ziyun to sit.

Juren Fu asked in a low voice: "Where did you go just now? I entered the Wenchang and found that you hadn't arrived. I thought you had to be delayed on the road."

Listening to Juren Fu's words, Pei Ziyun lowered his voice: "Senior Brother Wei just now, I invited me to have a cup of tea, which was delayed."

Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao also politely: "Brother Pei, you're polite."

Pei Ziyun returned the greeting, and the four of them were all familiar with each other. At this time, a singer came in and sang in a vocal voice. Juren Fu lowered his voice and introduced everyone to Pei Ziyun, pointing to an old man: "This is Chiang Zhong, a former juren, who was also studying at home, and he was very famous."

"There is also the middle-aged man who raised his glass. Although he was just a scholar, he was famous all over the province and a famous scholar."

Juren Fu was more familiar with these famous scholars, and introduced them to Pei Ziyun one by one, which opened up Pei Ziyun a lot of horizons.

When Wei Ang held a banquet, he talked about literature and talked about the truth and drank. He was happy for a while. Occasionally, there were different tables holding wine, compose poems and lyrics. Those who lost were drinking and became lively.

When Wei Ang saw the banquet, everyone was drinking and ordering, but he was arranged to host the banquet. For a moment, he felt itchy and lowered his voice and said straight: "Mr. Chen, why don't you come to host the banquet? I'll go down to drink and ordering with someone. It's so boring to sit here in a proper manner!"

No one came up to fill the wine of the three young masters of the Marquis's house at Wei Ang's table, nor did anyone come to pick poems and lyrics, so it was boring.

"Young Master, since you have agreed to the Marquis, wouldn't it be great if you sit here safely?" Chen Zhi was so free and easy.
Chapter completed!