The goose-feather heavy snow has been falling all day long, and in the evening, the entire house is covered in silver, like a jade sculpture carved from ice.
Fang Jun was so worried that he returned to the study and moved a stool to sit in front of the window. He pushed the window open a crack and felt the cold wind blowing in his face and the snow powder flying, which made him feel a little more comfortable.
There are a few withered plum trees in the corner of the courtyard with rugged branches, and a tall cedar outside the wall welcomes the snow proudly.
I touched the back of my head and saw that there was a big bag there. It was caused by falling from a horse and accidentally knocking on a stone a few days ago, which caused my predecessor to be in a coma for several days. His own soul took over the body and took over the magpie's nest.
Even the memories of the past are preserved.
Originally, Fang Jun's character Yiai was written in Chinese characters, so people in the world called him by his name, but not by his name.
Fang Xuanling was a man of culture and was good at writing, so he focused on Confucianism in educating his children, hoping to pass down poems and books to the family.
The eldest son, Fang, has a good legacy. Although his integrity lacks a little aura, he is honest, hard-working and conscientious. He is an upright gentleman and has always done well in his studies.
But when it comes to Fang Yiai, that's not the case at all. This guy is a bit clumsy, has a stubborn temper, and seems to be missing a muscle in his brain, making it hard for him to function.
To put it bluntly, it's just a bit...
My husband taught some of the Four Books and Five Classics, and I could barely understand them, but most of them were handed over to Duke Zhou after I slept...
He is not good at studying literature, but he has some talent in martial arts.
Perhaps he was born with a good physique, but Fang Yi's love power was so great that even an ordinary strong man could not compare with him. He followed a group of descendants of military officials and nobles all day long, playing with knives and sticks, riding horses and hunting, and behaved wildly and informally.
He is a bad boy with a bad reputation.
Fang Xuanling was so angry that her liver hurt...
Fang Jun sighed helplessly, thinking that he would have to marry that great witch Princess Gaoyang in three or two years, which made him heartbroken. I am just fifteen this year, the sun at eight o'clock, the flowers of the motherland, are destined to
Is it about to wither early?
It’s so impossible to live...
There were rustling footsteps coming from behind.
The little maid Qiao'er held a teapot, filled the teacup on the table with a cup of tea, and handed it to Fang Jun.
"It's very cold. I made tea and let it dry for a while. The temperature is just right. Master, I'll drink a cup to warm myself up."
Little Loli, who was twelve or thirteen years old, blinked her big black eyes and looked at her young master with worry.
"Well."
Fang Jun was also a little thirsty, so he took the tea cup without looking at it and drank half of the cup in one gulp.
Then--
"puff!"
It spurted out violently.
"ah!"
The little maid Qiao'er was startled unexpectedly, screamed and jumped away like a rabbit, her trousers still wet.
Fang Jun stared: "What the hell is this?"
I looked at the half cup of tea in my hand. The tea was turbid. I smacked it in my mouth. It had the spiciness of ginger, the saltiness of salt, and even the greasy taste of suet...
Then I remembered that I seemed to have read in some book that fried tea appeared in the Ming Dynasty to get the pure and sweet taste of tea. In the Tang Dynasty, the tea leaves were finely crushed and served with onion, ginger, salt or even juice.
Boiling in a pot...
What the hell is this called tea?
It's probably more appropriate to say it's soup.
For Fang Jun, who loves tea, the level of intolerance is only second after marrying Princess Gaoyang.
How did the little maid Qiao'er know this? When she saw the young master squirting out the tea, she took it for granted that she was not good at making tea and was rejected by the young master. She felt aggrieved and her eye circles turned red. She accidentally poured tea when she was just making tea.
My hands are hot...
But now that the young master dislikes it, I have to be more attentive in the future, thinking about whether to put more mutton oil or less ground ginger when making tea next time...
Fang Jun was in a mess, feeling that the whole world was against him, and he didn't pay attention to the grievance of the little maid, who was about to cry.
If he knew what the little maid Qiaoer was thinking at this moment, he would probably spit out a mouthful of old blood. For Fang Jun, who was used to drinking Longjing Maojian, Tang Dynasty tea would kill him...
Just at this time, the servant Da Dahai came to report: "Young Master, Third Young Master Cheng, and Second Young Master Du heard that Young Master woke up and came here to visit. They are sitting in the flower hall for a while. Do you think we can invite them over?"
"Third Young Master Cheng, Second Young Master Du?"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized who these two people were.
Cheng Yaojin’s third son, Cheng Chubi, and Du Ruhui’s second son, Du He.
These two can be regarded as the dandies in Chang'an City. Apart from bullying men and dominating women, they really don't dare to do anything else, such as eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, cheating, and abduction. Their reputations are like those of the street.
goods.
Fang Jun was in a bad mood and had no patience to see these two bad friends, so he wanted to tell Fang Dahai to send them away.
Suddenly, a light flashed in my heart.
A badass friend with a bad reputation?
Got it!
Fang Jun was overjoyed and ordered the maid Qiao'er: "Qiao'er, please change my clothes!"
Can't His Majesty the Emperor take back his orders?
Hum hum, the mountain man has his own clever plan!
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It has not yet reached Youshi, the clouds are like lead, and every house in the city is already brightly lit.
The streets were covered with snow. Although there were government officials from Chang'an and Wannian counties who braved the snow to clear it, the snow was too heavy. It had not yet been cleared in front of them, and it was already thick behind them.
From the moment you come out, there are only a few people walking on the street. When you get to the vicinity of Pingkangfang, you can see the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.
Pingkangfang is a square in Chang'an City. It is adjacent to Dongshi in the east, Chongrenfang in the north across Chunming Avenue, and Xuanyangfang in the south. They are all "neighboring squares". Since the official office of Shangshu Province is located in the east of the imperial city, the nearby
Zhufang became a gathering place for officials from other provinces stationed in Beijing and people from all over the country who came to Beijing.
The dirty past is not enough to boast about,
Today's dissolute thoughts have no limit.
The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease,
See all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
This very famous poem was written by a man named Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty after he passed the Jinshi examination. The whole poem is filled with the pride of having risen to great heights and becoming a disciple of the emperor. This man is a truly elegant man.
After becoming a Jinshi, the first thing you do is to ride a horse and go enjoy the flowers.
If you naively thought that this man was admiring peonies or morning glories, he would probably roll his eyes.
Because the first thing most people in the Tang Dynasty did after passing the Jinshi examination was to go to Pingkangfang. What were they going to do? Go to a brothel to find beautiful girls. This shows the openness of the Tang Dynasty.
Although this was during the Zhenguan period, when the Tang Dynasty was first established, and the Jinshi examination in the pre-Sui Dynasty had been discontinued, and the imperial examination system that had lasted for thousands of years would not be customized until Emperor Gaozong, Pingkangfang had already been a place where literati who pursued fashionable trends flocked.
It can be said that Pingkangfang is a red light district specially developed in Chang'an City.
Horseback riding leaning on the bridge,
The whole building is full of red sleeves.
What man would not be eroded by such a gentle country and would rather stay drunk and not wake up?