The little girl outside curiously looked at the door of the house, and when she saw Banqin walking through the corridor, she quickly turned her head back.
"Ms. Chen, please have some tea." Banqin pushed a bowl of hot tea over and whispered.
Chen Shiba Niang raised her hand slightly and took a bite.
"Chen Su is rude." She whispered.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded slightly in return.
There was a dull moment in the room.
"Chen Su is short-sighted, impatient, narrow-minded and rude." Chen Shiba Niang continued.
Perhaps she finally expressed her inner depression, and after crying for a while, she calmed down.
"I'm here to thank you today..."
When she said this, she looked at Cheng Jiaoniang again. As expected, the lady looked at her calmly,
Chen Shiba Niang laughed to herself.
Thank you...Who are you kidding?
"I came today partly to thank you, madam, and partly to get your approval, but..."
As a result, I didn't get any praise, and my gratitude turned into jealousy...
Who are you lying to?
"I came here today just to show you whether my efforts are in vain. I want to show you whether I have made any progress." She took a deep breath and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang said "oh" and picked up the word again and looked at it.
"Good progress." She nodded and said with a slight smile.
A smile spread on Chen Shiba Niang's face.
"Really?" She knelt down and sat upright and asked again.
"I don't tell lies." Cheng Jiaoniang said, nodded, and looked at the words in her hand, "I'm getting better."
Chen Shiba Niang cried with joy, raised her sleeves to cover her mouth, and saluted again.
"Thank you, madam, thank you madam," she said.
In fact, that was all for this. I just said no when I first entered. Banqin shook his head.
"Sorry to bother you, Madam. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave." Chen Shiba Niang said, "Do you want to stay in the capital?"
"It's not decided yet, I won't leave for now." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Then can I come and ask Madam for advice in the future?" Chen Shiba Niang asked.
"Of course, as long as you are willing." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Chen Shiba Niang smiled and saluted again.
Cheng Jiaoniang returned the gift and stood up to see her off.
The lanterns hung brightly in the corridor, swaying in the night wind, accompanied by the tinkling sound of wind chimes, and the rhythmic beating of bamboo poles against stones. Everything was just like two years ago.
Chen Shiba Niang looked back at Cheng Jiao Niang who was standing in the corridor. The figure of the woman under the lamp was outline and could not be described clearly.
Yes, as always.
Chen Shiba Niang knelt down and saluted, turned around and took a step forward. After walking a few steps, she stopped and seemed to want to turn around, but after a moment of hesitation, she hurried out.
The carriage drove into Chen's house, and everyone in the family was extremely anxious.
"Eighteen Mother, what have you done?" the sisters complained one after another.
"I'm going to thank Mrs. Cheng." Chen Shiba said with a smile.
grateful?
Mrs. Chen was slightly startled and asked what she was about to do. All her relatives, friends and family members came out.
"Come and take a seat, our royal lady."
"No matter what else, tonight, Eighteenth Mother, you have to write a calligraphy for me."
Everyone was talking and laughing. Chen Shiba Niang thanked everyone with a smile and went in surrounded by everyone.
The lights in the hall were bright and there was a lot of laughter and chatter.
Mrs. Chen smiled, and looking at her bright and cheerful daughter inside, she also stepped in.
In the Yudai Bridge, Banqin extinguished the lights one by one, and the room became dim.
Beside the couch, Cheng Jiaoniang was undoing her hair.
"Madam." Banqin hesitated for a moment, then walked over and said, "You just answered one of Madam Chen's questions, right? Which one?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and smiled.
"Banqin is also getting better," she said, "and even thought of a few questions."
Banqin chuckled.
"Madam, I am stupid, not stupid." She said angrily, sitting down and looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Madam, are you not angry?"
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"I'm never angry," she said with a smile.
Banqin sighed in relief, nodded, and stood up.
"Madam, please rest quickly." She said, "I have to carve a monument tomorrow."
The door of the room is closed, the night light is dim, and the woman on the couch behind the curtain is lying on her side.
Because you are too good, you are too good, so you deserve to die.
I'm not angry, I'm just a little sad occasionally.
In mid-September, that is, ten days after the appearance of the Divine Arm Bow on the emperor's birthday, a car loaded with 300 Divine Arm Bows escorted by the Forbidden Army sped westward, which was originally a weapon to guard important areas.
The Gongnu Courtyard is so tight that not even a fly can fly in. From a distance, you can only hear the tinkling and banging sounds inside day and night.
"We'll have to wait and see how effective it is on the battlefield." The emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne, was full of energy and couldn't hide his smile. "Let's see which of the Western thieves has the honor to sacrifice a crossbow to me."
Outside the capital, a group of elite soldiers and strong men galloped to a halt in front of the imperial army.
"Zhong Chengbu, the general manager of the Xizhou Military and Horse Mansion, was transferred to the Northwest Economic and Strategy Department."
Accompanied by the loud reports of the soldiers, a tall young general in his twenties or eighty-year-old rode forward.
Although it was more than two years late, Zhong Chengbu, who had been highly recommended by Chen Shao, finally got his wish, but in the end it was because he was too young that he did not immediately settle on the position of manager.
However, there was no trace of annoyance on Zhong Chengbu's face, but rather a bit of arrogance.
So what if he is young? All he needs is a few achievements.
Zhong Chengbu's eyes fell on the carriage, and he reached out to lift the oilcloth, revealing the neatly arranged crossbows under it.
"Is this the magical weapon that is said to have allowed more than 340 people to step into half an elm tree and pierce iron armor from 70 steps away?" He asked, with a bit of doubt in his eyes, and reached out to pick up a crossbow and put it on his body.
The burrs pricked his hands a little.
Such rough workmanship….
"It's not a title."
A somewhat childish voice sounded beside him.
"And that's it."
Zhong Chengbu turned his head and looked at a young general standing here.
"You are the minister of Zhou, Ji Zhouhui, who was awarded the imperial title by testing the divine arm bow for His Majesty, right?" he asked with a slight smile.
On Saturday, the man gave a salute.
"I've seen the general," he said.
Zhong Chengbu laughed and put the divine arm bow back in the car.
"Then let someone come and see if the reputation is in vain." He said.
I don’t know if I’m talking about the Divine Arm Bow or the Saturday Lang.
Zhou Lang stood up calmly.
"Let's go." Accompanied by the order of the messenger, the army galloped towards the west.
Pedestrians on the road had already avoided it, and only returned to the road after watching the large army go away.
"Did you see that the car is equipped with a divine arm bow?" someone pointed and said.
Passers-by looked around and saw among them several young men dressed as students. They were obviously scholars who had come to Beijing in advance for next year's scientific examination.
The story of someone offering the Divine Arm Bow on the emperor's birthday has long been spread, and some poems have also been circulated. Of course, most of them are praising the emperor, but this does not prevent the spread of the Divine Arm Bow.
The scholars who came to Beijing had heard about it on the way, but they had some doubts about the authenticity of the matter.
"Every year there are auspicious contributions, but what's the result?" someone shook his head and said.
"Whether it is a magic weapon or not, we have to wait and see how effective it is." Someone else said.
"Don't listen to these touted auspiciousness, there are still some real good things in this capital, such as the five-character nameless person in Qieting Temple." Someone else changed the subject and said.
What scholars love most is to talk about poetry and Taoism. When it comes to this kind of thing, even if you are interested in it, you will feel faintly unconvinced.
"Yes, yes, I often hear people say that too."
"I've been waiting to see how it works."
“The copybooks I came back from copying always looked a bit lacking in flavor, and I can finally see them with my own eyes.”
The scholar who spoke earlier was a little depressed because he had been robbed of the limelight. He followed the others and walked forward. At this time, they could see the city gate in the distance, and his eyes suddenly lit up on the side.
"Oh, that's the Maoyuan Mountain Tomb over there." He shouted loudly.
The scholars who were discussing calligraphy turned around when he shouted, a little confused.
"Which wise man's tomb?" they asked.
Why don't you have any impression at all?
"Brothers from Maoyuan Mountain, it's a long story to say. To say that this divine arm bow is also because of them." The scholar said proudly, "The five words "Qetting Temple" happened three years ago, it's not new.
, this Maoyuan Mountain is really the big news recently, the city was full of empty streets at that time..."
As the scholar narrated, everyone gathered around. As he listened to the narration, everyone was shocked, angry, and lamented.
"...Now Lu Zheng has been released and promoted..."
"That's right, you are the admonisher for maintenance."
"Now that we're here, let's go and have a look at that hero's tomb."
"That's right, it's a pity that I didn't bring wine, otherwise I would have offered you a bowl."
Everyone was chatting and laughing, so they dismounted and walked over. When they heard the conversation about wine, the scholar who spoke first laughed again.
"The wife of the Cheng family smashed more than twenty jars of strong liquor in front of the tomb. It is said that the ground here smells of liquor. How many people come here to taste it and satisfy their greed." He laughed.
At this time, everyone was standing in front of the tomb. After hearing this, everyone laughed, and one of them actually lowered his head in front of the tomb.
"Is there anything I can smell?" he said.
"It is said that this is the strongest liquor in the world. It made countless people drunk that day..." the scholar said. Before he finished speaking, there was a popping sound. Everyone was startled and looked over, seeing the man with his head bowed in front of the tomb.
The taxi man knelt down.
Kneel down?
"Brother Tiansi, did you really get drunk after smelling it?" someone laughed.
The kneeling scholar stared blankly at the tombstone.
"Drunk..." He murmured, reaching out and tremblingly touching the tombstone, "Xu Maoxiu..."
He didn't look like he was drunk, but rather possessed. Everyone came around and asked, but the scholar didn't answer. He just stroked the tombstone and began to draw on it.
"Xu Maoxiu..." he chanted over and over again.
Who is Xu Maoxiu?
Everyone looked at the tombstone and were stunned.
"This, this, was originally a tablet without words. When did the inscriptions be engraved on it?" the scholar from before murmured, but his words stopped at this point, and his expression was as stunned as the kneeling scholar.
"Xu Maoxiu..." he muttered.
At the same time, more thoughts sounded.
"Fan Shitou!"
"Twelfth lunar month!"
"Xu Bangchui!"
"Fan Sanchou!"
Shouts rang out in front of the tomb, and the crowd of scholars rushed out in a panic, unable to sit or stand, and behaved awkwardly, attracting people on the road to look over.
"What's going on?"
Everyone was shocked, and when they saw clearly where it was, they became even more stunned. The previous section in front of the tomb was also so lively. Many drunkards came here to look for wine, but the smell of alcohol had already dissipated, and secondly, it was in front of someone else's tomb after all.
, and soon no one will come again.
Why are these people suddenly here again? They don't look like drunkards, but scholars. Why are they all so crazy like drunkards?
"It shouldn't be...haunted..."
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Tomorrow’s update is postponed~
I still owe the Tabalgin leader for more updates, which I will make up for later.
Thank you, thank you for your love. (To be continued)
