"Father, this is a painting I found for my father."
A handsome young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a blue and purple round collar robe and a jade crown on his head, stood up and said while holding a gift box.
This is the third son of Dingxihou, Chang Yunqi.
He raised his head and looked at the smiling Marquis Dingxi who was sitting in the seat. The appearance of father and son was exactly the same.
Marquis Dingxi, who was about to know his destiny, did not look old because he was pampered and well-off. His handsome face, with a few more years of precipitation, looked elegant and honest.
Dingxihou looked at his son and smiled gently.
"What a good thing. Open it and have a look. Let father check for you whether you have been deceived?" He said with a smile, a bit joking.
Marquis Dingxi considers himself a very funny and good-tempered person. He likes to joke, and when he wants to joke, he will do so regardless of the occasion or seniority. For this reason, Mrs. Hou was very unhappy and scolded him frequently. Marquis Dingxi's good temper was also reflected.
At this point, no matter how much his mother scolds him, he should just respond and do whatever he wants.
Chang Yunqi smiled, opened the box, and nodded his chin at a young man of the same age sitting next to him.
"Fourth, help." He said.
The young man quickly got up and saw that this was the son of another concubine and the waiter, Chang Yunhong.
The two brothers unfolded the scroll, and it turned out to be a horizontal scroll painting of a reclining beauty. This beauty is so charming that she seems to have just woken up from a spring sleep. Her charming eyes are like silk, her clothes are slightly messy, and the painting is as lifelike as if she were alive.
Marquis Dingxi laughed, and a hint of disdain appeared on Xie's face.
Other sisters and brothers also gathered around to watch. Looking at this beautiful picture, the men all laughed, while the women were a little shy.
"Oh, the third young master gave me this painting. Fortunately, it was my father..." An aunt sitting at the bottom whispered to the other, "How can any son give this to me..."
This aunt is in her twenties, beautiful, pretty, and plump.
"Aunt Zhu just came here, I don't know." The aunt in her thirties who listened to her words stirred the soup with a spoon and said without even looking at her, "Our Lord Marquis is not taboo about this. The Marquis said,
The family is really good-natured, and there is nothing they can or cannot do. Is it possible that knowing that my father likes flowers, grass, and beauties, but instead sending someone to discourage others with discouragement is considered filial piety?"
The words came just now, which made Aunt Zhu feel a little embarrassed, but she was fine soon.
"Yes, sister, I am new here and I am young and ignorant. My sister is old. Please give me some guidance." She said with a smile.
The aunt who stirred the soup moved a little louder, and the sound of the bowls and spoons hitting each other was crisp and clear.
No one noticed the small movements here, but the people watching the painting over there became lively.
"Brother," a slender young man of sixteen or seventeen suddenly asked, "This painting has a bit of the Tang Dynasty..."
Tang Jia is a famous person today, his surname is Tang, he is very accomplished in calligraphy and painting. As time goes by, he forgets his real name and calls him everyone. Calligraphy and painting are hard to find, and he is also unrestrained and unrestrained. It is difficult to meet him, and even more difficult to find calligraphy and painting.
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Chang Yunqi.
"Brother, are you crazy about the paintings of the Tang Dynasty?" Another young man said in a low voice, "No one in the entire Yongqing Mansion can get the paintings of the Tang Dynasty. Besides, in the past two years, Tang Dynasty
Everyone is becoming more and more confused, and they all say that they have become immortals..."
Before he finished speaking, Chang Yunqi seemed to be waiting for this sentence. He laughed, picked up the paper box where the painting had been placed, took out a small narrow paper, and opened it with a shake of his hand.
"Father, this is a painting that the child specially requested for his father." He said loudly.
The narrow strip was shaken out, unframed, and seemed to be a narrow strip torn randomly from a piece of paper, with a few words written on it.
"Dingxi Marquis Changrong Jiqing"
There is also a large seal and small seal script nomination.
"It belongs to the Tang family!" The young man who was the first to raise the question shouted. If Chang Yunqi hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would have grabbed this narrow spot.
Marquis Dingxi also stood up, with a look of surprise on his face.
Dingxihou was originally treated as a child's toy. He liked it but didn't take it seriously. It's not like he had never seen a real beauty. Now it was actually made by the Tang family. The meaning is not just a picture of a beautiful woman.
, not to mention that there are spokes with the name on it as a gift.
"Okay, okay, bring it over quickly and let me take a look." Dingxihou said loudly.
When everyone carefully brought the painting over, regardless of the fact that it was at a banquet, Marquis Dingxi took a good look at it and couldn't hide his smile.
"It's hard for you, it took a lot of effort to get it." He looked at his son and laughed.
"If the father is happy, then the son deserves it." Chang Yunqi said loudly.
"Uncle, uncle..." Without waiting for them to show their affection and filial piety, the young man squeezed forward and saluted.
"Yunsheng, stop it, it's useless to say anything." Dingxihou smiled and raised his hand at him, "We don't lend out calligraphy and paintings..."
The young man's face immediately became filled with sadness.
"Uncle..." he shouted.
"This boy, the painting is a good one, but the mounting is too rough. When I frame it properly, you can come to my study and look at it for a day." Marquis Dingxi said with a smile.
"Uncle is too stingy, he only watched it for one day." The young man muttered.
"Stingy? Uncle will tell you a way." Marquis Dingxi said with a smile.
"Uncle, tell me quickly." The young man's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly.
"Go and get a wife quickly, and then give birth to a big fat son. Wait for more than ten years, and when your son grows up, I will buy you a picture. Even if you sleep with your son in your arms, no one will dare to have any objection..."
Dingxihou said with a smile.
The whole room burst into laughter as soon as this was said.
"Uncle, how can an elder joke with a junior like this?" the young man said, dumbfounded. He couldn't talk about this topic any more, so he had to sit down.
"Brother, I think you are interested." Mr. Xie, who was sitting aside, said with a slight smile as he looked at the lively hall, but his eyes were directed at a woman on the other side.
The room was full of beauties, but this nearly forty-year-old woman was not overshadowed.
This is the concubine of the Marquis of Dingxi, Mrs. Zhou's natal niece, Mrs. Zhou. If Xiao Xie had not married in, she would now be the main wife of the Marquis of Dingxi, and she has given birth to a son and a daughter.
However, this was all rumored by the servants in private. Because of this rumor, Mrs. Zhou cried and wanted to go back to her parents' home, saying that this was to sow discord between herself and Xiao Xie, leaving her no place in the Dingxi Marquis Mansion. She
A side branch whose father died young was a blessing earned over several lifetimes by being able to serve the Marquis and his wife. She wanted to repay him and his wife, but this rumor actually slandered her as Yunying was not married.
She had an affair with the Marquis at that time, and her words of slandering the Marquis and destroying her innocence would really kill her, and she would not be able to gain a foothold here.
At that time, not long after Little Xie entered the house, the old lady killed several servants in a rage. Not done yet, she scolded Little Xie for being a lax housekeeper and took back the housekeeping rights she had just given.
No one dared to tell the slightest rumor, but the relationship between the wife and concubines was finally forged. Unfortunately, the Zhou family had the support of the old lady at the back and the pampering of the Marquis in front. No one could stop the limelight until the old lady passed away.
Suffering from an illness, he gradually stopped caring about the family affairs. The Marquis found a new love, and then he became quiet. After the old lady died, she became even more low-key and became obsessed with chanting Buddhist scriptures and copying scriptures, which she did for more than three years.
This third young master is her son.
Hearing what Xie said, Zhou just lowered his head and smiled.
"It's because my wife raised me well," she said.
"I don't dare to take it for granted. I grew up with the old lady, and the old lady raised me well." Mr. Xie smiled lightly and said, "If you think about it, let him kowtow to the old lady."
"Yes." Mrs. Zhou still bowed her head and said submissively.
Because of the amazing gift from the third young master, there was no surprise for the other children's gifts. However, Dingxihou's always good temper made every child feel that they were not left out. The atmosphere was very harmonious. As they were talking, there were people outside.
The mother-in-law ran in quickly.
"Master Marquis, Madam, the Crown Prince has sent someone here." They shouted loudly.
A smile immediately appeared on Xie's face. This smile was completely different from the smile just now. It was a smile that overflowed from the bottom of her eyes.
They must have sent someone to say auspicious words. The crown prince's gift arrived home a few days ago. It was an inkstone, which was placed in the Marquis's study. Everyone thought so and didn't pay attention. Except for Mr. Xie,
No one was looking at the door, but soon they heard the jingling of rings. There were many women in the house, so the sound of jingling rings was not surprising, but as they listened, everyone noticed that the jingling was different.
There was a rhythm, as if it was playing music, so everyone stopped using their chopsticks and glasses and looked outside.
I saw a few people dressed in military uniforms and four or five men and women coming in. Among them, a woman at the head was particularly eye-catching.
