"I heard from your mother that you passed the Tongsheng Trial? Not bad! Not bad! I've made a sigh of relief for your mother. Although you wake up later, as long as you go on the right path, you will still have a future sooner or later. You will stay in my mansion in the future. I'll let Master Yan teach you well."

After saying so much in one breath, Xian Yu Shijian was a little breathless. The two little maids quickly came up to massage his back. Xian Yu Shijian was the old master of Xian Yu's mansion. In a few months, it will be his seventy birthday. As the saying goes, "Wine debts are common, but life is rare in seventy years." Although he is in his seventies, he enjoys all his wealth and honor, without knowing the slightest sense of debt.

Zhang Qiu was hit by Tong Sheng. Mrs. Zhang wanted to show off, so she sent Zhang Qiu to her parents' home and asked her father to see that his grandson, whom he had never been happy about, also began to turn a prodigal son back. On the other hand, she also wanted to use the strong strength of her parents' home to gain a future for her son.

"Shame! My grandson doesn't work hard, so he can only be the third to last." Zhang Qiu said ashamed, but his expression was very satisfying, as if he really got the exam.

Xian Yu Shijian slowly calmed down the little girl's blow. He smiled gently and said, "This child is just a qualification. What's the difference between the first and last ones? I heard about your bad deeds last year, and I passed the exam this year. It's not simple!"

He looked at Li Qing who was standing by the screen from a distance and smiled, "I heard from your mother that it is because there is a good seat, but is he?"

Li Qingzheng looked around the Xianyu mansion and heard that Xianyu Zhongtong was a famous mob. This was true. He walked along the way with his family, and he had crossed many courtyards and passed through many doors. His feet were a little sore, but he was told by his family that this was just a front yard. If the outside house where the tribe members lived, it would be even more uncountable.

"The rich man from Shu" is true. The worst clothes of the family members Li Qing saw along the way were better than the housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion. No wonder Zhang Lu was obsessed with the benefits of the old mansion. But seeing that the houses were carved beams and painted pillars, they were majestic and magnificent. The decorations in the hall made him even more dumb. In front of the hall, a large red sandalwood carved glass case was placed, with a green bronze tripod over three feet high, and a picture of green pine life was hung on it.

There are a row of nanmu ring chairs on each side, both with silver-red flower-spreading chairs, and there are a few in the middle, with tea bowls and bottles and flowers, and a pair of floor-to-ceiling vases on each corner. On the east is Dayi white porcelain, with crystal-clear glaze color; on the west is Yuezhou celadon, with crystal-clear glaze surface like nine autumn dew, and the color is even more like a thousand peaks of green. It must be the best among porcelain. Even the screen beside him is carved into a whole piece of white jade, with red sandalwood as a bracket, and the screen is engraved with pictures of hundreds of sons. The characters are lifelike and the lines are visible. Compared with this, Zhang Mansion is like a broken kiln of beggars.

Li Qingzheng praised the wealth in the mansion, but saw the family beside the door whispering to him. When he turned around, he saw that the owner of the mansion was waving to him. He took two steps forward and knelt down and said, "My younger generation, Li Qing, greeted Grandpa Xianyu."

"Please get up! Please get up!" Li Qing's soft legs and sweet mouth immediately won the favor of Xian Yu Shijian. He glanced at his grandson sideways, but Changji refused to kneel. He heard that he was kneeling for his sister in the brothel. He finally had a little affection for his grandson, but Li Qing's kneeling was gone without a trace.

He waved his hand with a bleak look and said, "I'm a little tired, butler, you can take them down! Arrange a separate courtyard for Mr. Li, don't neglect it."

The housekeeper agreed and took Li Qing to retreat. Zhang Qiu had his own room. He did not say hello to Li Qing and went straight away. Seeing Xian Yu Shijian shook his head repeatedly. The bad boy was a bad boy, and he did not become polite because he passed the exam for the child.

After entering the Hanghuamen, I walked through two super mobile verandas. In front of me was Li Qing's residence, a guest room, but a single courtyard, and a maid served him.

"Mr. Li has done a good deed for Zhang Caiyu, I thank you here!" The butler said in a low voice when he saw that there was no one around.

"You are-" Li Qing was really surprised. He didn't have much time to come to the Tang Dynasty, so there were acquaintances everywhere.

Seeing Li Qing a little surprised, the housekeeper smiled and explained, "I am Zhang Cai's uncle, Zhang Cai's father, that is, my younger brother married to the Zhang family with the lady."

"So that's it. I guess Mr. Zhang Lu knows him too!"

"I grew up together, I know each other naturally."

Suddenly, a big black dog rushed past Li Qing, which scared him. The two families behind him shouted and chased after him, but when they saw the butler, they stopped in fear.

"You've been drinking and gambling again! You always don't believe it. If the master sees it, you will definitely smash your butts!" He saw that the black dog had run away, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Why don't you chase it!"

The two family members ran to chase the dog tremblingly. The housekeeper then turned around and said with a sorry smile: "The mansion is too big and there are few men, so he has some dogs to protect his family. This dog has been obedient since childhood, but somehow, it has been crazy recently, which has scared the young master."

Li Qing was shocked. Isn’t this a mad dog? He was bitten by it, but it was going to kill people. He hurriedly said, “This mad dog cannot be kept, so he has to be beaten to death.”

"Yes! That's what the master said, I'll deal with it later."

As the two of them said, they entered a small courtyard. The yard was not big, but it was clean and tidy. An old osmanthus tree stretched out its branches and leaves, like a canopy, covering half of the three white-walled and black tiled houses. The yard was loose and bubbled, and several fields were planted in the ground. The fields were planted with various flowers. Although it was not the flower season, the breeze brought the fragrance of the soil, which reminded people of the garden's colors in spring and summer.

"How? Does Mr. Li like this?" Seeing Li Qing's face showing joy, the housekeeper smiled and said, "This yard is generally not for people to live in. Only some of the second master's poet friends came. The last time the person who lived in the surname Wu was the last time, which was the last time.

Li Qing liked the purity and elegance here. He knew that this must be arranged by the butler for Zhang Cai's sake, so he bowed and thanked him: "I'm going to bother me!"

The door opened with a creak!, and a maid with big eyes walked out. She was about 28 years old and looked very sweet.

"Xiaoyu, this is Mr. Li. In the future, you must serve him with all your heart." The housekeeper smiled and said to Li Qing: "This maid is called Xiaoyu, and she will serve the young master in the future. By the way, I forgot to say that this is called Tingyuxuan, which is suitable for scholars like Mr. to live."

The housekeeper had something to do, so he went first. Li Qing brought his luggage into the house, but saw the maid busy making the bed for him.

"Miss Xiaoyu, thank you. I'll do this for making the bed! Can the girl make some food for me? I'm really hungry when I come here early this morning." Li Qing felt strange when he grew up so old that no girl had made the bed for him.

"Young Master called me Xiaoyu, I'm a maid, I can't call you a girl." Her face was slightly red, she ran out with a bow, and her crisp words came from afar: "I'll get the meal for you."

Li Qing watched her go away, then smiled and shook her head into the house, sorting her luggage one by one. Suddenly, her stomach screamed, but she was really hungry. He stopped, fell on a rattan chair, and took out a small light fan from the pen holder on the table. There was no gold edge or a fallen collar, but a white fan. When he approached, he saw a sketch of landscape paintings on the above, with white heads in the distant mountains and straw huts, and a bend of clear water solidified. With just a few strokes, he described the artistic conception of "fishing alone in the cold river snow".

I saw a poem on the oblique side: "The old friend lives in Nanguo and invites me to face the fragrant cup. The sun is happy and the clouds are dusk, but I don't know the noise of the city." The lower right corner is a red red seal with a shallow word "chastity" covered in seal script.

This fan must have been left by the person living in front of him. I heard from the butler that his surname was Wu, and this "Zhenjie" must be his name or name, "Wu Zhenjie". Li Qing thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he inserted the fan back to his original place. He only knew that there were Li Taibai and Du Zimei during the Tianbao period. If it weren't for Wang Mojie, he would not have remembered any poet named Wu.

Suddenly, a scream came from outside, and Li Qing jumped up from the chair in shock. He heard that it was Xiaoyu's voice. He rushed out of the door, but saw a half-man-high black dog blocking her path, with his head on the ground, his blood-red eyes staring at her, and he roared fiercely. Xiaoyu half-squatted on the ground, covering his eyes with his arms, but he was tightly guarding the lunch box in his arms. Obviously, the black dog was tempted by the fragrance of the food and followed him.
Chapter completed!