"Ouch, Shiheng, why did you come back so late? Are you tired?"
As soon as Yu Qing stepped into the east courtyard, he saw Wen Jianhui who stood up immediately and came over. The latter had a look of concern on his face, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Yu Qing was a little surprised that she would be waiting here, so he immediately raised his hands and saluted, "It's okay, I'm not tired."
Wen Jianhui hummed in denial, "I went out before dawn and came back after dark. How could I not be tired?" She turned around and immediately said to the maids following her: "Why are you still standing there? You didn't look at me.
Are you tired after a long day? Go and help people get hot water and hot meals!"
The two maids immediately responded and started running with their skirts in hand.
Yu Qing was about to say something but stopped, and then asked, "Auntie, is there something wrong?"
What could happen to Wen Jianhui? She was busy talking and took her emotions seriously. She just felt busy and tired. She sighed: "It's nothing. I just came here to take a look. If I don't worry about it, what will happen to me?"
The servants can't do anything well. Your parents are gone, so I am your mother. At least I will be no different from your mother in the future. If you live a good life, who will worry about me if I don't worry about it? "
"Well..." Yu Qing was speechless and could only express his thanks by cupping his hands.
After that, he heard a lot of chattering. Yu Qing thought that he would be sorry for his family soon, so he listened obediently, feeling depressed. He didn't know when this old lady would stop. He found that this was more tiring than a trip to the palace.
He hoped that the other party would leave soon, but Wen Jianhui didn't. When the hot water came, he even personally directed the maids to wash hands and faces, etc., so he just had to do it himself. Finally, he watched Yu Qing eat, asking him to eat more, and that
eat more.
While nagging, he said something more, saying how good it is for the family to eat together.
Finally, he managed to get this woman away. As soon as Yu Qing turned around, he lay down on the banquet...
Going back to the main hall of the inner house, Wen Jianhui looked at the gift boxes piled on the table, and her face burst into laughter. She picked up the gift card that came with it and looked at it, then picked up the other one and looked at it. She was very satisfied.
Wen Ruowei was jumping around and shouting to open it. Suddenly there were so many gifts, and her hands were itchy. If she hadn't been afraid of the tigress's power, she would have already taken advantage of it.
After a while, Zhong Su came back from outside.
After Yu Qing came back, Butler Li came over to make an announcement, and then he formally went out to see the guests queuing outside. He used the name of 'Ashi Heng' to reject the guests, and he smoothed things over and tried not to offend anyone. In short, he just asked everyone to come back.
Gifts will not be accepted.
He naturally knew why people outside gave gifts for various reasons. He also received the news here and was very surprised. He did not expect that 'Ashi Heng' would be chosen by Lord Zhongcheng as his companion as soon as he arrived at Yushitai.
This place is really overjoyed.
He naturally understood that a mere ninth-grade Zhima official was not worthy of so many people giving gifts. The person they wanted to give was the Master Zhongcheng, but he was not qualified to attach to him, so he only wanted to give gifts to the people around him.
Zhong Su was stunned as he stepped into the main hall. He was stunned when he looked at the gift boxes on the table.
Wen Jianhui looked back and said with a smile: "You are back and everyone has been sent away?"
It is truly a smile from the heart. When has the Zhong family ever seen such a scene of queuing up to give gifts? It has never happened before. Although the Zhong family is a wealthy family, there is no need for outsiders to treat the Zhong family like this. Today is a unique event. It is a wind.
The scenery opened my eyes.
My face is particularly bright and I am very happy.
Zhong Su didn't reply to her. He pointed at the pile of gifts and asked, "What's going on with you? Where did they come from?"
Wen Jianhui: "Oh, I know what I can accept and what I cannot accept. Don't worry, it's not from those outside. These are just some congratulatory gifts from the group of sisters I usually interact with!"
It was precisely because it was given by the sisters that she usually interacted with that she was happy. She felt that everyone was beginning to flatter her, and those who did not like her in the past lowered their attitude. This son-in-law was too flattering to her, and now she had just stepped in.
As for officialdom, she will be in a good mood just thinking about the future.
Zhong Su's face suddenly darkened, "Are you lying to ghosts or yourself? Do you really have no idea? Let me tell you, some people give gifts to build relationships, and some people give gifts out of unkindness. Believe it or not, you accepted it today.
With this gift, tomorrow 'Ashiheng's' name may be mentioned in the court. Have you forgotten that he was demoted from the top scholar to the third flower? Don't you know that his father's affairs are still remembered? People are just thinking about it.
I'm worried that I can't find a place to start, so you'd better take the initiative to give someone a clue! Is it because I don't have enough clothes for you or don't have enough money for you to spend money on? Do you lack something that can trick your son-in-law to death? "
Wen Jianhui's expression froze and she couldn't laugh anymore.
Wen Ruowei pursed his lips and quietly stepped back, no longer daring to open the gift box.
Zhong Ruochen, who had never said anything when it came to matters involving 'Ashi Heng' and always said that it was all up to his parents to make the decision, now had a worried look on his face. He was already worried about his future husband. Yinya bit his lip hard and could not bear it.
I couldn't help but complain, "Mom, I can't accept this gift."
Zhong Su pointed at Wen Jianhui's nose and warned: "You could accept these gifts at will in the past, but it's different now. Just listen to me. I'll send them intact to whomever sent them."
When you go back, don’t leave anything behind, we will send them all back tonight!”
Wen Jianhui finally lost her confidence and muttered, "You don't need to tell me, I know what to do."
In the east courtyard, Yu Qing, who was lying on the banquet, took out the cardamom-sized bell and shook it in his hand, gently, hard, slowly, and quickly.
After ringing it for a while, there was no response. He had to sit up, sighed, and put the bell away.
Obviously, the young uncle has moved far away from the capital and has gone beyond the hearing range of the current Yinzijue realm.
Without anyone to negotiate with, he had completely given up the idea of staying in Beijing.
He didn't dare to stay in the capital at all. The waves hit him exactly at his weak point, and it was really too much for him.
Having made up his mind, he stood up and took out the scroll of calligraphy and painting from his sleeve, stuffed it into his chest and hid it, then took a pot of bones and went to the study.
The lamp in the study room was lit, a metal jar was taken from the bookshelf, and the 'Big Head' was taken out, and he threw it into a pot of bones, letting 'Big Head' chew it away, while he sat behind the desk and studied ink.
, I was thinking about the resignation letter template I saw today and thinking about how to write it.
The Zhong Mansion did not give him a maid with red sleeves to add fragrance, for fear that he would do something bad with the maid. If he was paired with a male servant, Yu Qing would not want him, and he should stay away from strangers as he did not want others to disturb his cultivation.
After having an article in mind, he pulled out a piece of paper, put pen to paper under the lamp, and made a rough draft, making corrections over and over again.
In the middle of the journey, there were two clanging sounds in the pelvis, which was the "big head" reporting that I was full.
After experiencing certain things repeatedly, ‘Big Head’ knows what he will do after he is full.
Yu Qing got up when he heard the sound, went to carry the 'Big Head' whose stomach had been stretched into an egg, went out to the pool, let the 'Big Head' sink into the water and let out a few black farts, and then carried the 'Big Head' back to the study like a hanged man.
, threw it into the bone basin and let 'Big Head' continue to eat.
After sitting back at his desk, Yu Qing scrawled and revised the draft several times before he was satisfied with his resignation. Then he found a blank post, opened it, and copied it perfectly according to the draft.
I blew dry the ink in front of the light, looked at it again and confirmed it, nodded with satisfaction, closed it and put it on the table, waiting to be handed over to Mr. Pei tomorrow.
With a big worry on his mind, he finally had the leisure to appreciate the seemingly good things he got from Yushitai today, but he couldn't help but appreciate them.
He took the scroll out of his arms and opened it to see that it had reached the end of the sword art. So he re-rolled it and reached the beginning of the sword art. He held it in his hand and began to figure it out. He wandered back and forth in the study room. Once he understood it, he could understand it clearly.
Roll the scroll over a little.
Having watched it once in Wenku today, he knew what he needed to pay attention to when watching it again this time.
When practicing the sword technique, you should first practice the dragon-capturing hand. Why do you need to practice it first? There is a saying in the sword technique: Only when the hand has the intention to capture the dragon can it bind the blue dragon.
Yu Qing understood the meaning at a glance. If he wanted to fight with a sword, he must first be able to hold the sword.
After carefully studying the first few movements of the Dragon Capturing Hand, he placed the scroll on the table. He couldn't help but compare the gestures, try to move the skills, move the Qi into the hands according to the essentials, and use the methods.
force.
Sword tactics are just sword tactics. There is no matching internal strength, only moves and mental techniques to control them.
I have performed the exercise several times, but the movement of the power on both hands is stumbling and not smooth enough.
But he did not give up. After repeating it dozens of times, he finally became familiar with it, and his skills began to be accumulated and released in both hands with the secret of capturing the dragon.
There was another clanging sound in the pelvis, and Yu Qing had no choice but to calm down and go out again with his rounded belly.
When he came back, he felt that "Big Head" was distracting him, so he didn't let "Big Head" eat any more, and just threw it back into the metal can and imprisoned it.
After calming down, he made the claw shape again, used the method of capturing the dragon again, and walked back and forth in the study room to practice.
After practicing until I was sure that I could control it proficiently, I felt a little itchy in my hands. I felt that it was not enough to catch the air all the time. When I passed by a three-story triangular stand with three tanks of green plants on the side, I couldn't help but look at one of the poles.
The claw came by chance.
Grab it with one claw, and suddenly exert force like a dragon-capturing hand.
Bang! There was an explosion on the spot.
The pole with a thick wrist, the part where it was caught disappeared instantly, and exploded into scattered wood slag.
Yu Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at the hand he had just grabbed, a little confused.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, "Sir, what's the matter?"
It is the guard of Zhongfu.
Yu Qing said, "It's okay." He turned around and collected the scroll on the desk.
Bang! Another banging sound.
He looked back and saw that the tripod, which was as tall as a person, had overturned and the three large pots holding green plants had been smashed to the ground.
The door to the study room was pushed open directly, and the guards of the Zhong Mansion rushed in anyway. Ignoring the overturned and smashed things, they quickly glanced at every corner of the study room.
Yu Qing said hurriedly: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked it over." But the man turned his back and stuffed the scroll into his sleeve.
After confirming that nothing was wrong, and Yu Qing asked them to go out again, saying that the place would be cleaned up tomorrow, the Zhongfu guards had no choice but to retreat.
After the study room was closed again, Yu Qing immediately went to the fallen tripod, stretched out his hand to hold the pole again, and shook it in a normal way, and the part he was holding was slowly crushed into pieces in his hands.
scum.
With his cultivation, he can crush this dead wood into pieces or crush it into slag, but he cannot crush it instantly. His cultivation and skill are not that overbearing.
He took out the scroll from his sleeve, opened it and looked at it, his eyes were shining brightly, and he squatted there and muttered, "The dead eunuch didn't write randomly, this thing is actually a real thing..."