The door of the Lu family is very majestic. The two stone lions are much more powerful and majestic than the two poodles of the Yun family. The door is also covered with copper nails and is polished to a brilliant yellow color, which makes it look majestic.
Above the two characters "Lu Family", there is a plaque inscribed with the name of a loyal family member. Judging from the seal on it, it is actually the handwriting of Emperor Shenzong. This is awesome. No matter who enters through the gate of the Lu Family, the first thing to do is
First, bow your hands to the plaque and salute. The emperor's majesty does not allow you to disrespect it.
The husband was in front, and Yun Zheng was behind. After they handed over their hands one after another, they were invited into the house by the butler who smiled strangely. He did not stay in the front hall and was directly invited to the flower hall.
"Boy, you are testing others, and they are also testing you. If you are not good enough, don't jump out and embarrass yourself. Today is a poetry meeting. You said you are not good at composing poems and lyrics, so just hide your clumsiness. But your song "Long Pavilion" is still
That’s right, even if you can’t do it, it’s not a shame.”
"Sir, that was written by a monk and has nothing to do with his disciples. Can you believe the rumors?"
"That's right, right is right and wrong is wrong. Once I clear your name as a teacher, if you carry the reputation of a thief, your reputation will be ruined in the future."
Listening to Mr. Peng Li's words, Yun Zheng was convinced that he would definitely write poetry in the future, but the poems he wrote would be attributed to the monk and had nothing to do with him.
The flower hall was filled with bored people. Not far away, behind the gauze curtain, there was a singing girl who was performing Yan Shu's "Zhu Yu Ci". At this time, the singing girl's voice was rising infinitely, saying "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone,
"Looking to the End of the World" is heart-breaking to sing.
"I have also met Mr. Tongshu in Bianjing. It is a pity that he was impeached by Sun Fu and Cai Xiang for writing the epitaph of Concubine Li Chen and was demoted to the minister of the Ministry of Industry to know Yingzhou. Looking at the end of the world, how sad it is.
ah."
An old man with a white beard leaned on the soft couch, shook his big head and patted the table with emotion to show that he had met the prime minister of the Song Dynasty.
"Otherwise, parting is not always sad. I heard that a boy from Shu composed a song called "Changting". It is a very sincere song and can be regarded as a rare masterpiece. Among them are these two lines that I love very much. "A pot of turbidity"
The wine is over and the joy is gone. Don't sleep in the cold tonight!" It can be called a masterpiece. I never get tired of hearing it. Come and come, sing it for me!'
An old man with a gray beard shamelessly opened the veil and glanced at the geishas inside. He loudly demanded that these geishas sing exclusively for him.
A girl holding a pipa came out from behind the curtain. She smiled without saying a word. There were no pearls on her head, and no pink on her face. She only had a golden step swaying constantly. The two dimples seemed to be filled with fine wine.
Just the smile was like drinking fine wine. Yun Zheng could hear that the breathing of these shameless old guys became rapid.
This must be Tangtang. Sure enough, the steward hung a green wooden sign on the beam from behind, with the words "Lingxi Pavilion Tangtang" written on it. This woman is indeed good. Where did the flower girl find her?
The sound of the pipa was accompanied by the sound of the flute behind the curtain, and a scene of Yiyi bidding farewell to her friends appeared in everyone's mind, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and green..."
"It's really good. It's a rare piece of music. The music is good, the person is good, and the sound is beautiful. They complement each other. Talents are also born in Shu. Brothers, be victorious!"
Mr. Peng Li drank a glass of wine and stroked his beard and said: "Brothers have been deceived by the rumors. This song was not written by a bad person, but by an eminent monk. The bad guy just happened to hear this song.
Why did Yun Zheng not come forward to apologize to you gentlemen?"
Yun Zheng pretended to be ashamed and said, "This piece is indeed not written by Wansheng. Gentlemen, you are praising it so much."
"Well, it doesn't matter if you did it or not. It's very valuable to stay true to your heart. You have learned a few points about Mr. Peng Li's uprightness. As I said, such a piece of music with profound artistic conception and faint Zen singing is definitely not for someone with a beautiful heart.
Young people can do it, and now I hear Mr. Peng Li say it from the mouth of an eminent monk, and it’s right.”
Yun Zheng grinned stupidly and retreated behind Mr. Peng Li, like a silly boy who was a little embarrassed and a little proud after being praised by his elders. This was enough to give face to the old perverts present.
The old guys thought that their confusion had been solved. When they saw the turtle slave hunched over and carrying a plate to ask for rewards, they all donated generously. It was tacky to give money. They were all beads, fragrant wood, or jade tablets. One of them gasped the most.
The powerful guy actually grabbed the green jade hairpin on his head and threw it on the plate.
Wearing a soft hat and a short coat, the bear made everyone pay attention as soon as he appeared, and he said polite thanks, which made everyone even more excited. When will the turtle slaves also say these scene words? Only Mr. Peng Li
He glared at Yun Zheng fiercely, so Yun Zheng bent down even lower...
After the two songs were sung, the host came out. It was not Lu Huai, but another middle-aged man with a short beard. He enthusiastically toasted these old men with a glass of wine. When he came to Mr. Peng Li, he glanced at it.
Yun Zheng, Yun Zheng thought that this guy might be quite satisfied with his appearance, because he nodded for no reason.
The younger generation has no human rights. The elders sit and drink, while the younger ones can only stand and watch. The biggest role is to wait for the elders to finish drinking and send them back, and by the way, they can be patted on the head and praised by other old men, which means they have completed the task.
It wasn't just men who peeked at Yun Zheng, there were always women's hairpins peeking out from behind the curtains. In order to let people see more carefully, Yun Zheng put on the most harmless smile and pretended to listen to the old gentlemen bragging.
entranced.
In the back garden of the Lu family, Xiaochong pushed Lu Qingqing hard. Lu Qingqing's body was swinging on the swing. Her skirt was fluttering like a fairy descending to earth. She hid here. God knows how the elders knew about it.
There was a scholar who was planning to propose marriage to me.
"Qingqing, come down quickly. I saw that young man just now. He looks pretty good, is the right height, and is very polite. His appearance looks like he comes from a good family. I heard from your uncle that the Yun family just bought eighty acres of mulberry fields.
He seems to be a man who knows how to live a good life, tell your aunt, are you attracted to him?"
A young woman hurriedly ran over from behind the flower hall. Without even taking a breath, she hurriedly asked Lu Qingqing.
"He's a scoundrel!"
"What a slut, it's just an unintentional mistake. Xiaochong is so young, who would peek at her? Our ancestors have already punished him, so why are you so stubborn?"
"He was so scared that the little bug wet his pants!"
"It's not like Xiaochong has never wet the bed. I even saw her secretly drying herself under the quilt a few days ago..."
The two owners spoke frankly, and the little insect squealed and ran away crying...
"I am the broom star. Whoever marries me will die. He doesn't have the guts!"
"I don't think so. My husband is a scholar, not a rough guy from the countryside. He understands the principle of respecting ghosts and gods and keeping away from them. If he is not interested in you, he will not accept our posts. You go and take a look. My husband is just right.
Standing straight there for us to see, the little queen is growing up well, she has two dimples when she smiles, and she looks like a kind and honest person."
Lu Qingqing's swing stopped naturally because no one was pushing it. His aunt took Lu Qingqing to the flower hall. Through the gap, Lu Qingqing happened to see Yun Zheng pouring wine for the old masters. For some reason, the look on that guy's face
The smile is getting thicker and thicker.
This means that he was discovered, but what his aunt said was not wrong at all, this guy really has dimples on his face when he smiles! But what if the guy who gave me a thumbs up while talking to the old gentlemen was not a deceit?
"The boy actually thinks that Mr. Dengtuzi has been wronged throughout the ages. As a minister of the King of Chu, seeing a handsome man like Song Yu frequently coming in and out of the harem and admonishing his master, he has fulfilled his duty as a minister.
Song Yu, on the other hand, seemed a bit stingy. He said that the girl next door was so beautiful that she had been leaning on the wall and watching him for three years, but he was still not moved. This was hypocritical in itself, not a manly act, let alone a gentleman's behavior. It was just a waste of money.
In a girl's three years of youth, she can say something if she likes it, and refuse if she doesn't like it. What's the point of delaying it for three years? To satisfy one's own selfish desires? This in itself is a sign of bad personal ethics.
Let’s look at Dengtuzi again. His wife is very ugly. Song Yu joked that Dengtuzi gave birth to six children despite having an ugly wife. This just shows that the couple played harmoniously and had no shortcomings in terms of human relations and filial piety.
Rough men like Yu Chigong of the former Tang Dynasty knew that a wife of wretched men would not go to court, and that Song Yu's poems would bring shame to others for thousands of years, and they were despised by gentlemen."
Mr. Peng Li laughed and said: ""On the Disciple's Lustful Ode" itself has been constantly questioned and criticized for thousands of years. Song Yu's doing this is indeed not the way of a gentleman."
Lu Qingqing's eyes immediately widened. This bastard dared to talk about human relations in front of all the elders. He was really shameless. However, what he said seemed to make some sense.
Auntie dragged Lu Qingqing back to the back garden with a smile and said with a smile: "What you say makes sense. Auntie has also read that poem. She used to think that the girl next door was pretty, but she didn't know that she had such a miserable heart. She might as well be a disciple.
My wife is living a comfortable life, girl, this is to express my feelings to you, how wonderful it is that a wretched wife will not go to court!"
Unexpectedly, Lu Qingqing became gnashing his teeth in an instant: "Am I a scumbag?"
The aunt laughed immediately, pointed at Lu Qingqing and said with a smile: "Ah, ah, ah. Auntie is laughing so hard that it's all on her so quickly. What they are talking about is Yuchi Gong's old story. Are you sure that what they say is the worst?"
Is your wife? Ha, ha, ha, ha, I’m laughing to death. Hold on, I’m laughing..."
With a dark face, Lu Qingqing supported her aunt who was constantly twitching. She wanted to call Xiaochong over, but she couldn't see anyone. She always felt that someone was watching her. When she looked up, she found that Yun Zheng was holding a silver pot in his hand.
The water-spouting beast washes a silver pot under its head, and its two large front teeth shine brightly in the sunlight that breaks through the clouds. (To be continued...)
ps: The second chapter has been delivered. I beg for monthly votes. I got fucked. It’s so miserable. I beg for votes. I’m so miserable. I beg for votes...