Chapter 151 Double Live

Chapter 15

The guards were slightly surprised. They didn't expect Song Nan to be so naughty that they dared to draw a sword to resist in front of the Duke's Mansion, and they didn't see where it was and whether they had a chance of winning.

The guards looked at Wang Cheng and asked him to show him. Wang Cheng was also a little hesitant. He planned to scare Song Nan and frustrate his prestige according to the original instructions of the young master, but he didn't expect that this man was oily and water, and he looked like a knife.

When Wang Cheng was in a dilemma, Zhang Lun, who was hiding behind the wall of the gate and eavesdropping, slowly stepped out. Seeing that he could not scare Song Nan, he naturally wanted to come out to round the scene. Zhang Lun walked out of the house with his hands behind his hands and stood on the stairs and frowned, "Song Nan, what are you doing?"

Song Nan put on a posture and said, "My lord, it's really strange for your government to treat guests. It not only invites me to come here, but also has a lot of tricks. Although my official rank is low, I am not at the mercy of others. What's the reason why you want to take me if I don't agree with you?"

Zhang Lun pretended to be surprised and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Wang Cheng said, "According to the rules, you need to unload the blade to enter the house, but this soldier just refuses."

Zhang Lun waved his hand and said, "It turns out that this is the matter. They are thousands of households of brocade guards. The embroidered spring knife will not leave their bodies. Of course, the knife will not be killed by the knife. Of course, let's make an exception. Song Nan, come in, my old man is waiting for you."

Zhang Lun turned around and entered the door. Song Nan also walked into the imperial palace with his chest and walked around the wall. His eyes were suddenly enlightened. The front courtyard of the Gongfu was open and atmospheric, and the masonry paved Xu Kuan Avenue leads directly to the main hall. This front yard alone is a hundred steps wide. The roadside flower beds and green bamboo pavilions are scattered. The fish tail in the artificial pool comes and goes freely. When you enter the courtyard, it seems to throw winter outside the door. Everything is withered in the middle of winter, but the yard is green and full of unknown flowers.

"Soong Qianhu, please." Zhang Lun saw Song Nan's envious face, and his face was a little proud. He said to himself: Let you see the style of our government. You are so awesome that you don't know the depth of heaven and earth. You think you can't afford it. Don't you know that a small finger of our government is thicker than your waist?

Song Nan praised: "Little father-in-law, your mansion is really elegant, but it is no wonder that the British mansion has lasted for several generations, with rich ancestral shade and high prestige. Naturally, it should have such a style."

Zhang Lun felt a little uncomfortable. Song Nan specially mentioned the word Zu Yin. He didn't know whether he was not offended or deliberately reminded himself that all this was not Zhang Lun's ability, but obtained by the favor of his ancestors.

The two walked through the main hall and went to the back hall, passed through two small courtyards, passed a corridor, and came to a small courtyard. Zhang Lun stood at the mouth of the flower corridor and said respectfully, "Grandpa, Song Nan has arrived."

Song Nan looked around the small courtyard, but didn't find anyone. Suddenly, under the gourd rattan frame, which was out of sight, there was an old voice with a low hum.

Only then did Song Nan notice that the gourd vine after the leaves fell were entangled and twisted to block the view, and an old man under the shelf sat with his gray clothes and his back to the porch, just embedded in the scenery, like a chameleon, he could not distinguish it at all.

Zhang Lun gently walked out of the flower gallery and took Song Nan to Zhang Mao. There was a game of Go on the small stool in front of Zhang Mao. He was playing Go with himself, and there were teapots and other things on the stone table beside him.

"Zhengnanfang Jinyiwei Qianhu Song Nan visited the British Duke!" Song Nan arched his hand.

Zhang Mao didn't raise his head, staring at the chessboard and thinking bitterly, as if he hadn't heard it.

Song Nan stood helplessly and looked at Zhang Lun. Zhang Lun also stood with his hands and stared at Zhang Mao without moving. For a moment, the courtyard was silent. The three people stood there like clay sculptures, and a faint voice came from the front, which made the silence and boring place.

Song Nan stared at the chessboard for a long time and found that black and white were hanged together on the chessboard. The chess game was complicated and confusing. It seemed that black chess was about to lose, and a big dragon was about to be swallowed, but white chess did not seem to have a complete chance of winning. If it was encircled, there seemed to be a possibility of being killed back.

You can play chess like this. Song Nan really feels that Zhang Mao is a little bored.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, Zhang Mao picked up a white chess with his middle finger and wanted to play in the empty place of the black chess. This is the place where the eyes were broken. It seemed that this piece fell, and the black chess would become one-eyed and unworkable, but Song Nan knew that this was an illusion. Zhang Mao raised his arm to pat the white one. Song Nan couldn't help saying, "This one fell , Bai Qi was killed.

Zhang Lun was shocked and stared at Song Nan and blamed him for talking too much.

Zhang Mao looked sideways at Song Nan and said, "Oh? I broke the black chess eye, didn't I win?"

Song Nan boldly reached out and twisted a black word and said, "What if I break you here?"

Zhang Mao answered, and Song Nan had another son. Zhang Mao responded again. When Song Nan gave the third son, the white son in Zhang Mao's hand could no longer fall down. He frowned and said, "It's true that Baiqi was going to lose. I thought Baiqi had a chance to win, but I didn't expect that he could win but was bound to lose."

Song Nan smiled and said, "It's not true."

Zhang Lun whispered, "Soong Nan, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Do you still have my grandfather's profound chess?"

Zhang Mao waved his hand and said, "Let him talk about it."

Song Nan leaned over and took out all the numbers that had just fallen, and Bai Zi fell in one place. Zhang Mao said in astonishment, "What did you do at the time of hanging? Didn't you let the black man recover? This is the advantage of the black man.

Song Nan said, "Grandpa might as well give it a try."

Zhang Maoluozi surrounded and killed with blacks like the wind. After falling five or six hands, he suddenly found that Song Nan's previous word was just right in the front. In any case, he could not fall into the air, otherwise he would die from the back, and Baizi could not hang the black man. There was no other place to compete in the chessboard. At the end of the chess game, it was a two-living situation. I couldn't help stroking my palm and laughing, "Double work, it's good, there are some ways."

Song Nan arched his hand and said, "The blind cat touched the dead mouse, and he knew very little about the way of the tattoo, which made the Duke laugh."

Zhang Lun said, "You still know yourself."

Zhang Mao sprinkled a chess piece on the chessboard and smiled and said, "I can't say that. It makes sense that there is no hope for people to become a national hand at the age of 20. Young people's brains are enough, but we can't wait for the old man."

Zhang Lun said, "Grandpa, you are not old."

Zhang Mao said, "This chess game was played by Dingguo and me yesterday. When we went down to the remnants, we didn't continue. I thought I would win, but when I came back to the review, I found that it was dangerous, so I was puzzled. Instead, I taught him to do a double job. It's good, not bad."

Song Nan smiled and said nothing. Zhang Mao pointed to the stone stool and said, "Sit down and talk."

Song Nan said, "I dare not."

Zhang Mao was not reluctant. He took a tea cup and took a sip and said, "I heard that you have risen to thousands of households?"

Song Nan said, "The emperor's kindness is vast, and Shangguan has indeed raised the position of thousands of households."

Zhang Mao nodded and said, "You have been promoted very quickly. You came to the capital from Weizhou before you arrived, from 100 households to 1,000 households in Jinyiwei. It seems that you will enter the hall and become the pillars of the country in the future."

Song Nan said, "The prince is ashamed, but it's just a coincidence."

Zhang Mao said, "Coincidence, hey, where did so many coincidences come from? However, although you have been promoted to Jinyiwei Qianhu, you are considered a personal thing in the Jinyiwei government, but looking at Beijing, you are still a small official with sesame mung beans."

Song Nan said, "Of course, how can it be compared with a member of Beijing, let alone a big man like you."

Zhang Mao smiled and said, "Do you still want to compare with me? I'm not young."

Song Nan hurriedly said, "I dare not. The prince misunderstood the intention."

Zhang Mao waved his hand and asked, "I see that you seem to be very enthusiastic about promotion. You have thousands of households at a young age, and you are really good at it."

Song Nan smiled and said, "If I say that I don't want to be promoted, it's a lie. Whoever doesn't want to be a big official to serve the court, naturally I can't be an exception."

Zhang Mao nodded, and his face suddenly became extremely cold. He said coldly, "Well, do you want to find a way to speculatively, just for the top, and do everything?"

Song Nan was stunned and said, "What does the Duke mean by this?"

Zhang Mao's white beard blew up, and angrily appeared on his face. He shouted, "Isn't it clear that you still pretend to be garlic? Lun'er, you have tried to make friends. Is it possible that your motivation is pure?

Song Nan knew that this was today's main dish. Speaking of which, Zhang Mao suddenly saw himself today that he was coming to settle this account with him.

"The Duke said so, and he is irrefutable and doesn't want to defend it."

"I'm afraid you can't defend yourself, because that's what you think. If you want to take advantage of our government and rely on these small calculations, you are not a big deal. If you want to marry our government, you are not qualified." Zhang Mao reprimanded mercilessly.

Song Nan straightened his chest and said, "Since the prince said so, I can't help but defend myself. When I met the princess at the beginning, I didn't know her identity at all, but I had friction with her because of the rectification of the market. If I said I have a flattering heart, why should I offend her?"

Zhang Mao sneered and said, "This is exactly what you are thinking about. You have been spoiled since childhood, so you deliberately do it and let her pay special attention to you. How can you think that I don't understand? Although I was in his twilight, I was also young and very proficient in the affairs of wind and moon.

Song Nan smiled and said, "I can't explain it even with a hundred mouths. Next, you must say that another purpose of saying that I deliberately offended the little princess is to attract the little prince and then flatter the little prince, right?"

Zhang Mao said, "Isn't it? The whole process was carefully planned by you, otherwise why do you want Lun'er to participate in your business? Pingbai is raising 500 ruffians for Lun'er? Don't you just want to win the favor of our government?"

Song Nan couldn't help laughing. Zhang Lun shouted, "Don't be rude. It's an offence for you to be crazy in front of the British."

Song Nan laughed endlessly and covered her stomach and said, "Lord, if you don't like to hear something, you are too important and too narcissistic."

Zhang Lun scolded, "Presumptuous, you want to die."

Zhang Mao did not move and waved his hand and said, "Let him say it."

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