Before Fang Zhongyong could react, Wang Gongchen, who had been waiting for an opportunity, had already raised his glass to his feet. He was in his thirties, with short beards and white faces, and a pair of goldfish bubble eyes. He felt a little cute, with a baby face, a well-proportioned figure, and a smile on his face, he looked very friendly.

When everyone saw him coming, they all followed the etiquette of the teacher-student examination officer and greeted him.

He was also very humble and gave everyone a gift. Then, he patted Wang Anshi on the back and said often: "I don't know how the batch of pigs were raised last time?"

Wang Anshi smiled shyly and said ashamed: "It has been sold all to Chai Daguan. The specific situation should be better understood by Mr. Chai."

As he said that, he pushed Chai Lin forward. Chai Lin staggered, but Fang Zhongyong held him back, so he stood firm. He glared at Wang Anshi and said to Wang Gongchen:

"It's hard to worry about Lord Wang. Most of the pigs have grown up. Only a few fragrant pigs have not grown up. They have been washed and given to children for fun."

"Playing with pigs?" Wang Gongchen suppressed his smile. Then he thought that Chai Lin's current policy on river management would have to praise him a few words, so he said:

"Your Madam Chai is not sure that you have such an understanding of river affairs. Your river management strategy is really timely. My examiner and I have submitted it to the official. Next, we are going to invite you to participate in the discussion on river engineering, and we are more specific and precise.

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it, how dare I dare--" Chai Lin looked at Fang Zhongyong with guilt, and sweated in his vest while participating in the discussion on river engineering. Isn't this the rhythm of revealing the filling? Once the filling is exposed, wouldn't it not only his reputation is discredited, but also implicate his brothers? The more I think about it, the more I feel the cold in my heart, for fear that Wang Gongchen would ask more questions.

At this moment, Yan Ruxu suddenly took a break and stepped down to warm up the scene. His eyes were hung high and his head was gorgeous and dazzling, but his hair was thrown very scattered, slightly out of place, but his unique charm.

Fang Zhongyong originally thought that if the singers in later generations held a concert, they would step down and interact with the audience, shake hands, etc. Unexpectedly, Yan Ruxu directly held the wine pot and poured a round of wine to the students to drink.

Seeing everyone having fun together, Fang Zhongyong couldn't help but sigh, who said that the feudal era was all stereotyped. At least in the Northern Song Dynasty during the Renzong Dynasty, wealth, civilization, openness, freedom were the main themes.

Ouyang Xiu, the chief examiner there, started to drink one by one after another after receiving the first salute from the students. A deer feast was just the level of a party for ordinary middle-class families in the Northern Song Dynasty. The family feasts of Ouyang Xiu, Kou Zhun, Shi Yannian, Song Shou, and Qian Weiyan, the wine jar leaders were even more luxurious.

According to the words of later historians, a powerful Wanhuhou of the Han Dynasty could only be regarded as an ordinary middle-class wealthy family by the Song Dynasty. It is also unimaginable that the night banquet of the middle-class family in the Song Dynasty. The prosperous Tang Dynasty and the rich Song Dynasty were as beautiful as a dream. Every stroke was lingering with the advanced and extraordinary Chinese civilization. Let the years fly away, and it is still fascinating.

When officials in the Ming Dynasty mentioned their pitiful salary, they always imagined that the era when both Han people and scholars and officials ruled the world together with the kings was different from the same fate:

The prime minister Kou Zhun, who is famous in history, married the cousin of the queen of the dynasty, put the curtain at home, drank candles and flowed all over the ground, and the guests walked away and fell;

When Song Shou held a night banquet at home, he would have to use a heavy curtain to wrap the window frames on all sides, so as not to emit any light, and then drink every guest all night long.

Lu Yijian inherited his uncle Lu Mengzheng and liked to drink alone, but he preferred to use chicken tongue to drink, which made the Lu Mansion have this habit. Chicken feathers fly all day long in the back alley of Lu Mansion;

When Ouyang Xiu was young, he was known as a drunkard, claiming that there would be no poem without wine. After getting drunk, the maid's golden hairpin was lost. He improvised twenty poems and personally searched for the maid for more than half an hour. He sang and reconciled each other, with a gentle and melodious voice, and his short and long-term relationship.

Shi Yannian is even more exaggerated. He likes to drink in an animal shape when drinking. According to official historical records, he created his own creation, disheveled hair and shackles, which is called "prison drink". He climbed up a big tree and sat on a tree branch to drink, which is called "nest drink". He took off his whole body and wrapped it in firewood or quilt, and only exposed his head to drink, which is called "turtle drink"...

Thinking of this, Fang Zhongyong’s most personal feeling was that distilled with more pure wine must have a market. It was a prosperous road that cost copper coins, silver and official Jiaozi.

After Yan Ruxu poured everyone over, he walked towards Fang Zhongyong step by step. However, his eyes were straight at Wang Gongchen, and he heard the red lips before he opened his smile. He raised his glass and whispered to Fang Zhongyong: "Xie Yuanlang, do you know that if you have performed actors in my place, you will be honest."

Fang Zhongyongquan did not expect that he suddenly said this, and met his affectionate eyes, and felt chill all over. He quickly took a step back, raised his glass and drank it all, and then stepped forward and said softly to Yan Ruxu: "Is there any more to ask, how to solve it? Can I stop drunk tonight?"

Yan Ruxu's eyes floated upwards, and then looked at Wang Gongchen beside him, and said with a lip voice:

"It's okay, don't pretend to be an actor in the future and just leave a word for others. If you can't punish the doctor or be courtesy, you will not be courtesy. When you were acting as an actor, you did not have any fame. A commoner cannot add etiquette to you, but in the future—"

As he said that, he smelled alcohol from his mouth and sniffed Fang Zhongyong's ear, then gently wiped Fang Zhongyong's face with a veil, and smiled and said, "I will change it in the future."

Wang Gongchen next to him gave Yan Ruxu's performance calmly.

Fang Zhongyong was embarrassed by a big man who used Daiyu's attitude to advise Baoyu not to anger Jia Zheng. He was embarrassed and wanted to complain, but he stopped. He tried to persuade him like this, and he was so embarrassed that he had goose bumps all over the floor and felt chills.

Chai Lin next to him was unaware of the situation and just teased Yan Ruxu and said, "Come here, Brother Wang and I have a relationship with you, why are you just lying in Zhongyong's ear and talking privately?"

Yan Ruxu ignored him, waved the handkerchief in his hand, threw a charming look, and then walked onto the stage with his standard figure, and started the next song.

Fang Zhongyong looked at him coldly. Yan Ruxu looked at Wang Gongchen inadvertently and suddenly felt that he understood something in his heart:

These words and intentions that focus on behavioral subtleties should be the intention of Wang Gongchen, but in order not to affect Fang Zhongyong's mood and face, they changed to a more suitable person and expressed it inadvertently in a more tactful way. They were also kind-hearted and had good intentions.

Wang Gongchen looked at Fang Zhongyong, and Fang Zhongyong's bright eyes were also looking at him, clear and transparent: A smart person is indeed a little bit clear.

...

On the same day under the bright moon, Wang Yi painted a fan in his study, while Wang Ziyue prepared paper and paint on the side, and went to weigh his father a pen and a fan pole from time to time.

My father said that there was something important to ask her to come, but he just painted the mountains and rivers on his own. Prince Yue was puzzled and was watching her father write.

Suddenly, a "Ouch" sounded, and Wang Ziyue couldn't help but sigh: "The fall ink here is a little heavier, and the distant mountains become nearby."

Wang Yi nodded and said, "It's because of my father that I'm not focused enough. Yue'er, I'm calling you here today. There is something important to discuss with you."

Prince Yue raised her head, and a hazy doubt flowed out from the two bends of the eyes that seemed to be happy but not happy.
Chapter completed!