Chapter 55 The Troubles of the steward

Xu Sihai stretched out his hand and touched the saddle. He pedaled but did not ride on the horse. He looked at the two people over the back of the horse and looked straight at the two entering the courtyard door. He turned to the shadow wall and couldn't see it. Then he lowered his head and rode on the horse.

The road from the other courtyard to the foot of the mountain was wide and flat. Xu Sihai rode on the horse. With the horse, he looked straight ahead, but saw nothing. He was just stunned. The capital was really surprising. The figure that had just stepped on the sunset was exactly the same as that in the dream.

"Seventh Brother," Mrs. Gao raised the curtain, looked at her son riding on the horse, and shouted gently. Xu Sihai did not hear Mrs. Xu's cry at all, but only looked straight ahead.

"Seventh Brother!" Mrs. Gao raised her voice with a smile. The little man hurriedly urged him to pull Xu Sihai. Xu Sihai was distracted and hurriedly turned to look at Mrs. Gao. Mrs. Gao smiled and said, "The sun is going to set. It's cold outside. Don't ride a horse. Go and sit in the car."

"No, the sunset is good. I just want to see the sunset." Xu Sihai even waved his hand, but Mrs. Gao did not force it. She asked someone to hand a thin cloak to Xu Sihai and watched him put it on, and then put down the curtain. Xu Sihai rode on a horse. At first, he turned to the east for a while and turned to the west for a while. He looked at him for a while. He seemed to be fascinated by the scenery, but in fact, he didn't see anything.

Jiang Hong dressed in plain clothes and came out of the Duke Ding Mansion of Lai with Leng Mingsong. The two did not get on the horse and walked forward as they spoke.

"I've seen this seventh cousin two or three times, and it's gone." Leng Mingsong's words were low and sad. He turned his head to look at Jiang Hong and said with a few melancholy, "This seventh cousin is not very competitive. He usually acts too ridiculous, but he won't... He lost his life for this, saying that the children are ridiculous, but Lai Guo doesn't care when it's fair, and he will be so cruel if something happens, alas!"

Jiang Hong glanced at Leng Mingsong and sighed and didn't say anything. The two walked silently for a while. Jiang Hong paused, turned his head and looked at Leng Mingsong and said in a low voice, "Dalang, I haven't told you about this. On the day Ding Qi's accident, I was also in the Qingfeng Tower." Leng Mingsong stopped and looked at Jiang Hong in surprise. As Jiang Hong pushed him forward, he whispered, "It's reasonable to say that this matter is ridiculous, but unfortunately that day," Jiang Hong said carefully what he saw in the empty mountain in the Qingfeng Tower that day: "... It's really a coincidence. It's just in time to run on the empty mountain, just the right road. After passing through the yard, I saw these things. Seeing that the uncle, the fourth master and the fifth master all went to that yard, the three masters naturally saw and knew this matter. This was just a ridiculous thing, but it fell into the eyes of the three masters, alas!" Jiang Hong sighed heavily: "This is very different. This is the most important reason why Ding Qi died. In the Duke of Lai's mansion, look, the Duke of Lai is timid and afraid of things, and he can't be blamed. No one dares to spare this matter. He must be taught a cruel lesson and broke a small child. But if you offend those three masters..." Jiang Hong said vaguely. Leng Mingsong's reaction was extremely quickly and his face changed slightly. He nodded gently and whispered, "I know what you mean. Those three masters will be extremely noble in the future, which is no different from... in the eyes of foreign officials."

Jiang Hong looked at Leng Mingsong with admiration, gently patted Leng Mingsong on the shoulder, and didn't say any further. Leng Mingsong sighed and said, "Forget it, it's his fault."

"Let's not talk about these boring things. I have something to tell you. My second uncle plans to open a flower party later this month. By the way, he will also invite Xu to have a party to preach the scriptures. You can also go and join in the fun to see the market." Jiang Hongcha opened the topic invitation, and Leng Mingsong was surprised and said, "Is it Jiang Shangshu's house? Is there going to be a meeting, too?"

"It's all for me," Jiang Hong smiled frankly and said, "What my second uncle means is that you can't just read, and you have to practice this worldly wisdom. After this article, you can also meet more like-minded people. By the way, there is another very important thing that I almost forgot to tell you." Jiang Hong patted his head with a folding fan with a smile: "I'll introduce you to a talent, that is, the young Xie Yuan of the Xu family in Lening. Have you heard of it?"

"I've heard that I have read his article. It's as powerful and chic, but I admire him very much." Leng Mingsong's eyes lit up and praised him. Jiang Hong laughed and said, "I knew you must want to meet him. He also came to the capital. A few days ago, he also followed Xu Xue to learn. Xu Xue is his uncle. Yesterday, I chatted with him until midnight and chatted happily. I thought about introducing him to you early this morning. You must like him. If you have nothing to do now, let's find him!"

"Good!" Leng Mingsong responded excitedly. The two got on the horse and rode the horse to Xu Shangshu Mansion to find Xu Sihai.

In the Qingtong courtyard of the Duke of Yongguo Mansion, Yue Niang lifted the curtain and sat sideways on the kang. She reached out and took away the idle book in Li Tian's hand and looked at her and said, "Ding Qi was lured into a traitor by Wu Chenglin, Duke of Wen. Sun Liu said that it seemed to have spread after the Wenlou's meeting. I don't understand it at all. What's going on? He is also confused. It's not his fault. He is mixed with nine-rate, so I went to ask the shopkeeper Cheng. The shopkeeper said that this matter was widely among those petty officials, and no one knew about it. Many people could recite Ding Qi's self-complaintment. How did Ding Qi break the man/ Root, everyone can speak vividly, as if everyone can see it with their own eyes, and say, "

Yue Niang paused and smiled for a long time before she continued, "It is said that everyone who is born is still handsome, and they feel that they have to be far away from Wu Chenglin, so as not to be poisoned by him and break the male/root." Yue Niang didn't finish her words, and she clapped her hands and smiled.

"I don't know where this came from. The more I read Ding Qi's self-complaintment, the more suspicious it became. The article is tear-jerking and touching. If you just read that article, if Ding Qi is a beautiful woman and loves Wu Chenglin so wrongly, it's really sad, but these are two big men. This Longyang is good. Can you get worldly sympathy? Besides, how can Ding Qi have such literary talent? Li Tian tilted her eyes and laughed happily, and whispered in a somewhat annoyed voice, "What does the person who spread this out mean? What to do? Calling for Ding Qi? How can there be such a grievance for Ding Qi? No matter how much you love me, it's still a pair of bastards, alas! It's really puzzling." Li Tian sighed and looked at the smiling Yue Niang and suddenly asked, "Did you break Ding Qi's man/root?" Yue Niang spread her hands and said cunningly, "No... It can't be counted. You haven't seen it. People fainted. The yang/thing is still like that, and the thing is not strong. If you accidentally break it, you can't die. He was killed by the Duke of Lai, which has nothing to do with us."

Yuniang clapped her hands, and her face had nothing to do with me. Li Tian glanced at her. Yue Niang quickly stood up and smiled and said, "Ok, it's okay. Look at your book. I'll go find Qiu Niang to talk." With that, he put his hands behind his back and leisurely went out to the front yard to look for Shui Qiu Niang to speak.

Li Tian looked at her back and sighed for a long time. I really don't know how Yue Niang was willing to take care of herself in such a square place as the backyard for a lifetime.

stewer Dai hung his head with his hands behind his back and entered Zhang Qian's soup shop tired and unlucky. Dr. Chafanliang hurried forward, bowed and smiled politely and said, "Master Dai came early today, or is he still an old seat?" It's just empty." The steward Dai nodded with a dark face. Dr. Tea Wine led him to a quiet corner near the yard and smiled, "The shrimps are fresh today. Do you want to try it?"

"Well, you can see how many kinds you can match. Bring a bottle of wine first." Stewman Dai waved his hand impatiently. Dr. Tea and Wine all had very active eyelids. He had already seen that stewor Dai was in an extremely bad mood today. He didn't say much. He respectfully answered and picked up the head of stewor Dai's usual favorite food and gave him two bottles of wine and a few plates of exquisite dishes.

The steweller drank four or five glasses of wine in a row, and the wine became sad. This trouble soaked in wine and kept pouring up. He couldn't help patting the cup on the table impatiently. Before the year, Rong Antang got it smoothly. Who knew that there was such a big storm in the back, and even he ate a big hang-up and was worried for several months. Yi Shunshundang got the Qu Yin. Originally, he thought that Qianchunfang was a matter of pinching snails with three fingers, which could not be more stable. Who knew that a Qingfeng Tower was killed halfway, and the Duke of the country had such a thing in Qingfeng Building. Now not to mention the storm all over the city, even his ancestors have been reprimanded by the officials... Dai stewistrate is annoyed. With a sad and cold temper like the ancestors, these thousands of mistakes can only be the fault of the servants, alas! I don't know how difficult it will be in the future, and there are more than a dozen songs...

When I thought of the more than a dozen songs, the boredom in Dai's heart was even stronger. The smell of wine surged up, and I only felt bitter. When Qianchunfang and Qingfeng Building merged, several people looked for themselves to buy this song every day. They all offered 8,000 yuan. They didn't dare to tell their ancestors more, but only said that there were People are willing to pay 5,000 silver to buy a piece of music. They thought that no matter how cruel the ancestors were, they would only open a price of 7,000 or 8,000 yuan per piece. Who knew that the ancestors would sell 10,000 silver yuan per piece! The original idea of 10,000 silver is that I don't make much money, but who thinks!