Chapter 2 Six sons invite each other to the bamboo forest
"You will stay in the Yongning Marquis Mansion and be responsible for the prince's meal preparation. If you need any rare treasures, delicacies from the mountains and seas, just go to the family treasury in Boling to get them."
Yuan Wan stood in front of the carriage at the end of the alley, looking at the endless flow of carriages and people in front of the Yongning Hou Mansion. She pondered for a while and gave instructions to the Taoist chef behind her.
The pig nose of the Taoist tribe snorted a few times and said: "The kitchen here must rebuild the stove, use the ten thousand-year-old swamp mud in the south of the wasteland to lay bricks, and use the wild golden nanmu and silver jujube wood to burn firewood."
, copper wire sycamore, snowflake reeds from the endless seabed, black coral grass... we also need to buy dozens of iron pots, casseroles and vegetable spatulas that are our specialty."
"Any expenses incurred will be recorded in Boling's account, and you just need to purchase them." Yuan Wan waved her hand, and the Taoist tribe took their orders and left.
He'er followed Yuan Wan into the car, and then her eyes widened, and He'er's face became stern, imitating Yuan Wan's previous words: "Even if what you swallow is gall, you have to smile and say sweet, and then swallow it." She laughed.
He smiled and said, "Wan'er, these words don't seem to come from your mouth!"
"How dare you eavesdrop, little hoof!" Yuan Wan flicked the long pointed crane's beak with her finger, and suppressed her smile, "Butterfly Lady is a poor person, but since I sit in this position, I can only say such things. As for things like
It’s not like what Yuan Wan said, so why is it important?”
She sighed silently: "Whether it's Xie Qingfeng, Pan Bi, Wang Lan or me, in the end we will become the same people and say the same words, just like the iron poured into the mold. Only those who cultivate their true intentions can
Only those who have refined the void and combined the Tao can break out of this mold that is constantly crumbling, cannot be smashed, and cannot be burned.”
He'er blinked his bright eyes: "You showed that swordsmanship to Yuan An, and you also kept your private chef. Are you trying to devote all your resources to cultivating the Yuan family's heir?"
Yuan Wan pulled the rope bell, and the carriage moved slowly. "The Xie family of Yanwu has Xie Xuan, Xie Yongxu, siblings, and the Wang family of Langya have many talents, and all the heroes have gathered together. Although Pan Zaiyi of the Lanling Pan family is here
Mengdao is nowhere to be found, but he is the number one member of the younger generation after all. Only my Yuan family has no successors, and its prospects are worrying. An'er is very talented and has joined Thunder Bluff, so naturally he has to win over her."
He'er couldn't help but interjected: "I think Yuan An..."
"What?"
"He...it's nothing..." He'er hesitated for a moment, feeling that what he was thinking was too absurd. He lifted up the curtains with the tips of his wings and looked back at the bustling Hou Mansion, a trace of wonder flashed through his vermilion pupils.
color.
In front of the gate of the Marquis Mansion, Wang Yifu was very busy in front of the scorching sun, thanking him and bowing.
He collected the gilded invitations, took the gift lists from each family, arranged for his servants to seal the antique gift boxes and put them in storage, and had to politely decline the young men from aristocratic families who came to challenge them one after another.
After the Mengyin Festival, the young Marquis of Yongning was hailed as the best young swordsman in the Jin Dynasty, which attracted many young swordsmen who were dissatisfied and came to compete with each other.
"Thank you for your generous gift. The young marquis will come to visit you again on another day." "Yuhuatai poetry meeting? Well, the young marquis will definitely attend when he has time." "Jinguyuan Anji Disaster Relief Night Banquet - Of course you will attend!" "Qinhuai Summer Days"
Judge of the Oiran Conference? This..." Wang Yifu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and looked at the long dragon moving in front of the gate of the Hou Mansion, feeling proud in his chest.
The Crown Prince has now truly entered the circle of the wealthy family. He is both happy and a little sad that the world is so cold. He comes from a branch of the Wang family. When he was young, he felt that he was treated unfairly and vowed to make a big splash. Later, he was ignored by everyone and entered the Marquis Mansion to make a living.
.The young Marquis came forward, and he suddenly felt that it was another self, a self that had overcome all obstacles and rushed out of the sky, rejuvenated.
After receiving another post, Wang Yifu was about to speak politely when his eyes trembled and stopped at the signature on the invitation - Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest.
Wang Yifu cried out in surprise, hurriedly gave instructions to his servants, and rushed into the Hou Mansion happily. A guest nearby glanced at the invitation and couldn't help shouting: "Oh, it's an invitation from the 'Bamboo Forest Entertainment'!"
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Everyone was in an uproar, staring at Wang Yifu's back with red eyes, wishing they could knock him over and grab the invitation. The Six Bamboo Forest Masters were the first-class celebrities in Jiankang, and were the model for the style of scholars in Jin and Chu. The Bamboo Forest Entertainment they initiated has always been praised as
The gathering of the top celebrities of the noble family was attended by all the leaders of the world, celebrities and geniuses. Many disciples of the noble families struggled to get in, but it was difficult to reach the sky. Now that the six disciples are personally invited, it means that the young prince Yuan An has truly risen to the top.
, became a generation of celebrities that attracted much attention.
Wang Yifu found Zhi Shouzhen and was so happy that he asked him to change his clothes and take perfume before going to the meeting.
The Bamboo Forest Recreation was scheduled for the afternoon. It was still early, but Wang Yifu kept urging. Zhi Shouzhen had no choice but to change into a long robe with wide sleeves and fluttering sleeves, put on high wooden clogs, and let his long hair down, with only a white jade thorn inserted.
Hairpin. According to Wang Yifu, this is the standard dress of celebrities in the Jin Dynasty. Unfortunately, the robe is too new. It would be better if it is torn and wrinkled.
Zhi Shouzhen got into a cart pulled by a green ox and drove away slowly, as if he had merged into the bright summer light in the distance. Until his figure disappeared at the end of the alley, Wang Yifu still stood by himself under the dense shade of trees, watching silently.<
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Half an hour later, the ox cart arrived at a deep valley at the southern foot of Zhongshan Mountain.
Zhi Shouzhen got off the oxcart and vaguely heard the sound of the piano drifting in the wind, mixed with the tinkling of the mountain spring water, and the splashing of beads on the white stones. For a moment, he felt refreshed and the summer heat was gone.
Two boys with buns in buns stood at the entrance of the valley, with their heads held high and their chests raised, as they examined the invitations with dignity, not looking like inferior servants at all.
The hour had not yet arrived, and there were only a few people in the valley. Zhikarizhen walked along the winding stream. Along the way, the grass was delicious, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the rocks were rugged, and the bamboos were luxuriant. The midsummer sunshine was reflected by the lush colors of the bamboos.
.When the gentle breeze blows, the light and shadow in the bamboo forest dance, making a rustling natural sound.
From afar, Zhi Shouzhen saw Ji Kang with disheveled hair and a wide, wrinkled silk robe, sitting cross-legged by the stream and playing the harp. Xiang Xiu sat high on the top of a green bamboo, closing his eyes, shaking his head, and occasionally roaring to match the music of the harp.
.Liu Ling stripped naked and soaked in the stream. She lay on her back in a large shape, with her head resting on a moss-grown rock, and a few overturned wine bottles on her chest.
Near the three of them, stood a tall, dilapidated three-legged stone incense burner, emitting the strange fragrance of five stones. Not far from the stone incense burner, there was also a blacksmithing stove, stained with rust, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly.<
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On the grass on the other side of the stream, two roosters with brightly colored feathers were jumping and pecking each other, and they were having a lively fight. Ruan Ji's hair was as messy as a chicken's nest, and he was lying in the weeds with his butt raised high. While watching the cockfight, he clapped his hands as if no one else was watching.
Applaud.
The corner of Zhikarizhen's mouth twitched secretly, and Mengmeng couldn't help shouting: "Your sister, is this the top salon for celebrities in Dajin?"