There are certain skills that aristocratic young men must know. For example, reciting poems, composing, and giving orders to people drinking are extremely elegant things. Horseback riding is certainly one of them. Zheng Junyan usually thinks that his equestrian skills are good, but compared with Meng Zijun, he is not good at it.
He was far away. But Meng Zijun didn't show off, deliberately slowed down and walked side by side with him.
Dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, they naturally attracted a lot of attention. Zheng Junyan was gentle and handsome, with outstanding temperament. Meng Zijun was heroic and full of energy. Both of them have their own styles, but they are equally outstanding.
"I was so happy before, but now I have a long face." Zheng Junyan glanced at Meng Zijun and joked with a smile: "Who made you unhappy?"
Meng Zijun forced a smile: "I'm in a good mood. You can see that I'm unhappy."
Zheng Junyan smiled meaningfully: "Maybe it's because of the letter that cousin Lan asked you to send!"
Meng Zijun: “…”
"How can I not see that you are interested in Cousin Lan?" Zheng Junyan said with a faint smile: "A gentle lady is a good gentleman, and this is not a shameful thing. What is there that you dare not admit?"
Yes, from his previous life to this life, he has only liked her, so why should he be so secretive?
Meng Zijun quickly thought about it and said with a smile: "I can't hide anything from my cousin. I really like Cousin Lan. I have to trouble my cousin to help me connect more people in the future." If he wants to get closer to Ye Qinglan, he will ask Zheng Junyan for help in the future.
There are certainly many places.
Zheng Junyan couldn't laugh or cry at his shameless behavior of hitting a snake and following it with a stick. He rarely put aside his noble manners and rolled his eyes at him: "You think so, do you want my help just by saying something light?"
Meng Zijun grinned and said: "You can choose any of the major restaurants in the capital."
"That's more or less." Zheng Junyan blackmailed unceremoniously: "However, just one meal is not enough, it will take at least ten days." A good banquet will cost at least ten taels of silver, and it will definitely last for ten days.
It costs a lot.
Meng Zijun almost heard the sound of blood dripping from his purse, and he responded cheerfully: "No problem."
Being interrupted by Zheng Junyan, most of the tangled and gloomy mood before was gone, and his mind became much clearer. Ye Qinglan just sent a letter to Shen Changan, which meant nothing at all. He was thinking wildly here. Isn't he self-confident?
Position? Let’s wait until things are clarified.
After arriving at the Zhongyong Hou Mansion, Meng Zijun handed over the name card. Seeing the two people's extraordinary bearing, the concierge naturally did not dare to neglect them and hurriedly handed the name card to Shen Changan's hand.
After Shen Changan saw the name on the name card, his eyes suddenly lit up and he went to the door to greet him in person.
When he met Meng Zijun, Shen Changan's first reaction was to punch him hard: "Good boy. You have really come to the capital."
Meng Zijun had long been accustomed to Shen Changan's way of expressing intimacy. His chest was numb and he didn't say anything when he was punched. Instead, he punched back hard and cursed with a smile: "I've been here for a month, and you only know about it. It's really not fun!"
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Shen Changan laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I drank at noon today to apologize to the head office!"
Being in the military camp for a long time, Shen Changan has also acquired many habits of soldiers. For example, he speaks and behaves informally, has a loud voice, etc. In Meng Zijun's opinion, this is the true temperament of a man, which is much better than those aristocratic princes who pretend to be reserved.
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However, Zheng Junyan is a typical aristocratic son, accustomed to a slow, gentle and elegant manner. Suddenly he comes into contact with a man like Shen Changan, and he is really uncomfortable...
I really don’t know how Cousin Meng became good friends with such a rough and unruly warrior! Zheng Junyan muttered in his heart, but there was a decent smile on his face. After Meng Zijun introduced himself, he greeted him politely. He said hello: "Master Shen, I'm here to bother you today."
Just as Zheng Junyan couldn't stand Shen Changan, Shen Changan was also impatient to deal with the reserved and elegant young master, and casually responded: "Young Master Zheng, you're welcome, let's talk after we go in." After saying that, he became enthusiastic. Pulled Meng Zijun into the house.
Zheng Junyan felt slightly unhappy and followed him unhurriedly.
But Shen Changan's steps were urgent and fast, and he could keep up with an ordinary person two steps at a time. Meng Zijun had also practiced martial arts, so he could naturally keep up. Zheng Junyan, who always paid attention to appearance and demeanor, including his walking posture, had some difficulty. After walking for a short while, I simply slowed down.
Meng Zijun naturally wanted to slow down and wait, but Shen Changan was a little impatient and muttered in a low voice: "Did your cousin not have enough to eat in the morning? Why are you walking so slowly?"
Meng Zijun couldn't help laughing, and could only lower his voice and explain: "My cousin is gentle and elegant by nature, and he is not used to walking too fast."
Shen Changan had a disapproving look on his face, and finally didn't say anything to save Meng Zijun's face. Zheng Junyan was actually a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he was much better at covering up than Shen Changan, and he never showed it on his face. In the following time, he rarely opened his mouth to speak.
Shen Chang'an didn't mind his silence and kept chatting with Meng Zijun with great interest. After nearly a year of suppressing bandits in Shandong, most of them lived in Governor Meng's house. Unexpectedly, he had a similar temperament with Third Young Master Meng, and they became irreversible. Since they hadn't seen each other for more than a month, the two naturally had endless things to talk about. Naturally, they left Zheng Junyan in the cold.
During lunch, Zheng Junyan was even more stunned by the unrestrained drinking capacity of Shen Changan and Meng Zijun. The two of them drank from bowls instead of glasses, and they drank it all in one gulp. Zheng Junyan felt his scalp numb just looking at it, and he was naturally determined. He refused to join in. Fortunately, the two of them didn't force him to drink too.
After the jar of wine was almost drunk, Shen Changan and Meng Zijun were both sixty or seventy percent drunk.
"You kid, it's great to come to the Ministry of War. You can lead the troops to fight with me in the future." Shen Changan glared at Meng Zijun dissatisfied: "It's better for you, you have to go to the Supervisory and Apprehensive Department of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. That kind of place is hard and tiring, and... There is no oil or water, and your brain is out of ideas, why do you have to go to that kind of place!"
Meng Zijun smiled and said: "Everyone has his own ambitions, and I think it's a good place that you all don't like. It just happens to be a good place to show off his talents." He was a criminal policeman in his previous life, and he will be able to best use his talents when he joins the Criminal Department.
Seeing that he was so persistent, Shen Changan didn't try to persuade him. He just smiled and said, "You can go ahead and do the hard work. When you get tired and don't want to go anymore, just come and tell me and I will transfer you to the Ministry of War."
Meng Zijun responded casually and had another bowl with Shen Changan.
Zheng Junyan had put down his chopsticks a long time ago. Seeing that the two of them were getting excited about drinking, he didn't want to rush him. After thinking about it, he winked at Meng Zijun: "Cousin, don't forget Cousin Lan's request."
Of course Meng Zijun had not forgotten it. The letter in his arms was light and airy, yet inexplicably heavy. When he thought that this was a letter written by Ye Qinglan to Shen Changan, he felt sour in his heart. He really wanted to hide the letter secretly. Come down... Of course this is just a random thought.
Meng Zijun cheered up and took out a letter from his arms with a smile: "Brother Shen, this is the letter that Cousin Lan asked me to bring you."
Shen Changan drank a lot of wine, and his mind was groggy. He was far less responsive than usual. For a moment, he didn't remember who this cousin Lan was: "I don't know her, why did she send me a letter?"
Meng Zijun was stunned at first, and then his mind started to spin rapidly. Shen Changan didn't even know his sweetheart's maiden name. Now this reaction can only explain one problem, that is, Shen Changan's sweetheart is not Ye Qinglan at all! He himself It was a misunderstanding before. There must be another reason for this letter...
After thinking about this, Meng Zijun was immediately elated, his whole body suddenly relaxed, and he stuffed the letter into Shen Changan's hand with a smile: "It is a matter of loyalty to someone who has been entrusted by others. Anyway, I have to deliver the letter to you. In hand."
Shen Changan glanced at the envelope casually. When he saw the name on the envelope clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, and most of his drunkenness flew away.
Ye Qinglan! How could he forget her? She is Gu Xiyu's closest friend and sister. If she sends a letter to him, isn't it equivalent to Gu Xiyu sending a letter to him?
Shen Changan's face flushed with excitement, and he couldn't wait to open the envelope and take out the letter. There were only two short lines of words on it. It was straightforward and easy to understand, and anyone who could read could understand it.
In three days' time, come to Dingguo's mansion as a guest, and you will see the person you want to see.
What exactly was written on it? Why did Shen Changan keep giggling after reading it?
Zheng Junyan glanced at Meng Zijun curiously. Meng Zijun was also confused. What he was sure of before suddenly became a little uncertain. It was just a letter. As for making Shen Changan so happy?
It is very impolite to peek at other people's letters. Meng Zijun tried his best to resist the urge to take a peek. He deliberately smiled and joked: "It's just a letter. You will be entertained by it."
Shen Changan's eyes were shining brightly and he was grinning non-stop, but he refused to say anything. He just folded the letter carefully and put it into the envelope, then put it in his arms.
Watching this series of actions, Meng Zijun felt secretly bitter in his heart.
Zheng Junyan glanced at Meng Zijun with sympathetic eyes. Good brothers suddenly turned into love rivals. It was an uncomfortable feeling!
Naturally, Shen Chang'an didn't explain much, and he drank with great interest. When he was in a good mood, he drank more than usual. On the contrary, Meng Zijun became more and more bitter as he drank, and he could drink less than 80% of his 100% alcohol capacity. Shen Changan soon made her drunk.
I came on horseback, but when I went back I took a horse-drawn carriage...
Zheng Junyan finally managed to get the drunk Meng Zijun into the carriage, and had to take care of him along the way. After returning home, his neat and clean clothes were already rumpled, not to mention how embarrassed he was.
Seeing him like this, Ye Qingning was both angry and amused: "Why did you come back like this?"
Zheng Junyan smiled bitterly: "Don't mention it, it's all that Shen Changan's fault."
When it comes to Shen Chang'an, Ye Qingning's expression becomes a little subtle. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)