In Bachuan Market, Zhou Jun introduced Sun Aying and other personal guards to Luo Anyuan, and also talked about the training strategy of Bachuan Division.
A group of young people were old acquaintances in Shuofang's army, and they struck up a rapport at noon, so they had a few more drinks together.
After the banquet ended, Sun Aying and other soldiers protected Zhou Jun and came out of the wine shop. The latter was blown by the cold wind on the lake, and the alcohol surged in his chest. He was a little dizzy and had to find a stone platform to sit down.
After sitting for a while, Zhou Jun heard someone calling for his consort, so he looked up and saw an unattractive middle-aged man in cloth with a shy face, who was stopped aside by Sun Aying and others.
Zhou Jun looked at the man's face and remembered his identity - Du Fu.
Zhou Jun waved his hand, and Sun Aying and others stood aside.
Du Fu walked up to Zhou Jun and wanted to bow down and sing. After thinking carefully, he first bowed, then prostrated, then put his hands on the ground, knelt down and planned to bow down.
Seeing this, Zhou Jun quickly stretched out his hand to stop Du Fu's salute: "What is Shaoling doing?"
Du Fu: "As soon as the white body is introduced, the humble person sees the honor, bows his head and bows, which is a courtesy for seeing the superior."
Zhou Jun shook his head and said: "Those are the etiquette that are only paid attention to when receiving gifts, sacrifices, and proper rituals. How can there be so many rules in this market where people come and go?"
Du Fu was speechless for a moment.
Zhou Jun looked at Du Fu and asked, "On New Year's Eve last year, Shaoling didn't return home?"
Du Fu shook his head: "In the first month of this year, the saint worshiped the Ancestral Temple and collected gifts from the city of Chang'an. I thought this was an opportunity, so I stayed in Chang'an and concentrated on writing."
Zhou Jun vaguely remembered that Du Fu's gifts were appreciated by Li Longji, and he was ordered to stay in Jixian Courtyard to wait for official status...
After asking, Du Fu's gift was indeed selected.
Zhou Jun congratulated him and said: "Shaoling is a talented person in the world, so it is natural for him to be appreciated. Since he has entered Jixian Academy, he is qualified to participate in the selection process. The next step is to wait for the official position, right?"
Hearing this question, a look of shame appeared on Du Fu's face again, but he just raised his hands and said: "From the first month until now, the official notification has been like a stone sinking into the sea, and it has not been delivered."
Zhou Jun was stunned for a moment, then looked at Du Fu. From the expression on the latter's face, he probably guessed the other person's intention.
Du Fu hoped that he would help intercede and obtain the qualifications to be released.
Du Fu began to take the Jinshi examination in the 24th year of Kaiyuan (736), and in the next fifteen years, he continued to fail.
This time, the gift of the first month of Tianbao's tenth year was the closest Du Fu got to an official position.
Unfortunately, in history, it ended up being fruitless.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jun decided to help Du Fu once and said, "I'll help you ask. Shaoling is waiting for good news."
Du Fu knew that Zhou Jun's words were tantamount to his promise to help him recommend an official position.
Overjoyed, and without waiting for Zhou Jun's objection, Du Fu knelt down and bowed, saying nothing but great kindness.
After bidding farewell to Du Fu, Zhou Jun headed to Bachuan Villa. When he came to the gate, he found that there were more than a dozen large cars parked in the yard outside.
Zhou Jun, who was confused, walked all the way to the princess mansion in the inner garden.
As soon as he reached the gate of the mansion, he was surprised to find many chamberlains and maidservants walking back and forth in the courtyard.
After entering the backyard, Zhou Jun finally saw the guest who came to visit the mansion - Concubine Yang in the pavilion next to the lakeside pavilion.
Yin Yu, dressed in a green undergarment, was holding a book, pointing at the pages, and talking to Yang Yuhuan.
While the two were watching, they would occasionally exclaim in admiration.
Zhou Jun walked to the pavilion and saw that the two of them were not aware of it at all. He could only bow and said: "Jun has met the noble concubine."
Yin Yu's body trembled when she heard Zhou Jun's voice.
Yang Yuhuan turned around and looked at Zhou Jun at the bottom of the steps, with beautiful eyes, and smiled: "Zhou Zhoulang has a great literary talent, but it is hard to hide it from the world."
Zhou Jun was puzzled and turned his attention to Yin Yu, only to see that the latter was holding the book of poems given to her on their wedding day.
Seeing this, Zhou Jun understood that Yin Yu must have secretly shown this collection of poems about Que Shan Li to Yang Yuhuan.
Zhou Jun cupped his hands and smiled bitterly at Yang Yuhuan and said: "My concubine, the poems in the album are all written by others. Jun is just picking up people's wisdom." "Look, I knew Erlang would say this." Yin Yu looked proud, as if
He had long expected Zhou Jun to say this, and then said strangely to Yang Yuhuan: "I once asked him who wrote it, but Erlang kept talking about him."
Seeing Zhou Jun's embarrassed expression, Yang Yuhuan smiled and said to Yin Yu: "Okay, if Zhou Lang doesn't want to talk, don't ask any more questions."
Zhou Jun breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Yang Yuhuan again.
Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly, turned around, and talked to Yin Yu again.
Zhou Jun stood aside and looked at the two girls in the pavilion, feeling a little lost in thought for a moment.
Yin Yu has a beautiful face, her skin is whiter than snow, and her waist is thin. Regardless of her figure or appearance, she is different from the current trend of the Tang Dynasty, but she is more similar to the beauty defined by later generations.
And Yang Yuhuan, who is revered as one of the four beauties, can only be described with eight characters: she is gorgeous and fragrant, and her nobility is overwhelming. Anyone, regardless of male, female, old or young, master or servant, will unconsciously face her.
She feels ashamed of herself because she is born with the temperament of a noble family.
When Zhou Jun was thinking wildly, Yang Yuhuan suddenly called Zhou Jun.
Zhou Jun reacted quickly and bowed his head again.
Yang Yuhuan: "Thanks to Zhou Erlang's intervention this time, the matter did not become a big deal."
Zhou Jun said he didn't dare, but because he had just left on a mission, he had no idea what Yang Yuhuan was referring to.
Yang Yuhuan added: "My clan brother is not bad at heart, but he is a little reckless."
Only then did Zhou Jun realize that Yang Yuhuan was talking about Yang Guozhong's report about selling his house.
Yin Yu also said from the side: "Ms. Yuhuan and I are sisters. This wedding has the full support of the Yang family. There were some misunderstandings and they were resolved after we explained them carefully."
When Zhou Jun heard this, he spoke naturally, but felt helpless in his heart.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The relationship between the Yang family and myself is originally very delicate. The two are wary of each other, but each gets what they need.
But the jealousy in Yang Guozhong's heart prompted him to kill himself for the crime of disrespect in front of all the officials in the court. This caused a gap between the two families, and the relationship could never return to the past.
Just like that.
Zhou Jun thought of this and looked at Yang Yuhuan. The latter came to the princess mansion this time, naturally trying to make up for the rift between the two families.
Zhou Jun also hopes to rely on her relationship with Yin Yu to act as a buffer between herself and Yang Guozhong, maintaining the weak alliance between the two families, at least... until the day they finally escape.
While Zhou Jun was thinking about it, Yang Yuhuan said to Yin Yu: "I was very happy to see the play you choreographed last time. Next month at the Huaqing Palace banquet, I plan to borrow the script from you and teach it to the Jinyuan Cult."
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Yin Yu nodded and said: "Ms. Yuhuan, please stay here for a while. I will go get it for you now."
After saying that, Yin Yu left in a hurry, leaving only Zhou Jun and Yang Yuhuan in the pavilion.
Zhou Jun lowered his head and stared at his feet, and suddenly heard Yang Yuhuan say softly: "In the seventh year of Tianbao, on the night of the Lantern Festival, you were in the attic of Huaxianhui Building?"
When Zhou Jun heard this, he was startled at first, and then recalled carefully that he and Yin Yu planned to have a tryst in the attic that night, but Yang Yuhuan came in drunk in the middle of the night, so the two had to leave.
Yang Yuhuan turned his back to the chamberlain and palace maid, gritted his teeth and asked Zhou Jun: "Let me ask you, what exactly happened that night?"
That night, Yin Yu kissed Zhou Jun, and the two almost made a big mistake before getting married.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jun's expression was a little unnatural, and he could only say: "Jun is so in love that he almost caused a catastrophe."
Yang Yuhuan stared at Zhou Jun and shouted in a low voice: "Do you know that if this matter is spread, you will be punished by death!"
Hearing Yang Yuhuan's words, Zhou Jun's first reaction was that the tryst with the princess didn't seem that serious, right?
He then thought about it. At that time, he was still a minor official born in Nuya. The crime of offending the princess seemed to be worthy of beheading according to Tang law.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jun could only say: "Jun's love is sincere and there is nothing false about it. I hope your concubine will learn from it."
When Yang Yuhuan heard this, he was ashamed and angry. He stomped his feet and scolded Zhou Jun: "As a prince-in-law, you should keep yourselves clean. All the things in the past should be treated as if they never happened. You must never mention it again!"
Zhou Jun felt a little baffled when he heard this.
I have already married Yin Yu. Even if I have occasional passion before marriage, what does it have to do with keeping clean?
Zhou Jun opened his mouth and was about to ask, when Yin Yu rushed over with the script in hand.
Yang Yuhuan quickly pretended that nothing happened, took the script, thanked him again and again, and left in a hurry.
However, from the beginning to the end, neither Zhou Jun nor Yang Yuhuan ever thought that the conversation just now happened at the same time, but they were not talking about the same thing at all.
