The housekeeper's power was lost, and Wang was very unwilling. But the old lady kept her word in the mansion, and Jin Yi was indifferent to her cry, and it was a foregone conclusion. Others looked at Wang Shi's dejected demeanor recently. There were few people who gave help in the snow, but there were people in every house who rejoiced in misfortune.
Lu Fei was happy in her heart, but she restrained her face, but Qianlan was overjoyed, Fu Ming saw her like this, and said, "The person who doesn't look down upon has fallen into the well, if that person is really hateful, you can stand by and walk away for a while. Go. Don't laugh like others laugh at the well, and don't throw stones into the well." Qian Lan chewed on these words carefully, although she still felt that Wang Shi deserved it, but she no longer put the proud smile on her face.
The entire Fang Man Ting didn't seem to care much about such important matters as Fu Zhong.
But there are always people who want to talk about it with Fu Mingpan.
When I had nothing to do, the servants gathered in the crowd to play, and when it came to this, someone said: "Wang Yiniang got off the horse, logically, the next person to get on the horse should be the son in Fangmanting, but there is still no turn. Get on him."
"Isn't this expected? Although people have the name of the main room, they are still in name only. Two days ago, the old lady invited me to dinner, but I didn't see that young master in the seat!"
"Master Ming is a widow, right... It's also pitiful. He is still a man at a young age. He has no official career, and he is not respected when he is married. Alas, a very good person has been ruined like this!"
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Others were chatting, but Fu Ming had heard it a little, but he had no time to pay attention.
Since getting to know Zhou Chengyan and others, Fu Ming has often been invited to go out to meet. What his eyes can see is the peaceful and prosperous scene of Kyoto at the foot of the emperor. The people live and work in peace and contentment. . After a hundred years of him, he will not be left in the history books as "Yixin with Fu Ming's character", but his pen and ink will remember the gorgeous time he has experienced.
"Knowing is still, and then there is concentration." He temporarily found his own place to stop, and over the past few months, he put a lot of thought and effort. After the Zhou brothers, Cui Jing, Qingsun and others learned of his idea, they also praised and supported him and made suggestions for him. Zhou Chengyan even made two or three trips to Jin's house every month, giving away pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asking Fu Ming for new progress or ideas. Although Fu Ming felt that he was too enthusiastic, the other party was sincere, and he was a person who was quite compatible with him, so whenever he came, he greeted him with a smile and patience.
Since Jin Yi returned to Beijing, Fu Ming not only continued the record at hand, but also had a lot of entertainment every day.
The descendants of the Duke of Sui were downgraded to the rank, and by Jin Yi's generation, the name was not glamorous enough. However, Jin Yi was very talented in martial arts and war art since he was a child. He was loved by his grandfather. When he was dying, he played the emperor and asked the saint to take care of his orphaned grandson. The emperor promised that as long as Jin Yi could make meritorious deeds when he was an adult, he would not let Suiguo Gongfu fall. Jin Yi was really well-received, and this time he returned with a great victory. The sage gave a reward for his merits. Jin Yi was promoted to an official position, and he was rewarded with many things by the sage. There were even sacrificial supplies. The emperor asked him to comfort his ancestors in the spirit of heaven. This is the sage's hint that the ministers have not forgotten the promise of the day, and it is also a precursor to the reuse of Jin Yi. In recent years, the Jin Mansion, which has gradually fallen out of the way, has become lively again, and there is an endless stream of visitors coming to congratulate outside the door.
As Jin Yi's main office, Fu Ming has to come forward to entertain some people from time to time. He is generous and talks well, and he has earned a lot of good reputation for Jin's house. The old lady invited him back once, although it was for guidance and teaching, but in fact it was even more praise and praise. Jin Yi haunted Fangmanting more frequently than before the expedition. Gradually, the unbearable discussions about Fu Ming in the mansion finally subsided. Everyone also saw clearly that no matter how unpopular this young man was, his status would not be shaken for the time being.
Fu Ming entertains guests every day. Although he is not exhausted, he is also slightly tired.
It’s a good day in the spring. The people who posted the post before have seen them one by one. Fu Ming is about to take the opportunity to go out and go to the suburbs to see the farmers’ spring ploughing. The content he wants to record also includes a volume on agricultural affairs. Spring ploughing is not to be missed. important part.
But before going out, Bai Lu came to Fangmanting to spread the word: "Master asked the son to wait for him to come back today in the mansion, saying that there is a distinguished guest who wants to visit, and he will come with him when he finishes his official business."
The plan failed, and Fu Ming had to change his clothes and go to the yard to draw a picture of the spring sun.
Just as there was a piece of peach red pear snow on the paper, I heard the courtyard door rattle and footsteps came.
Jin Yi brought the distinguished guest directly to Fangmanting, and Fu Ming put down the pen, got up and turned around, and saw the person who was coming. His smile was blooming like a spring flower, and his eyes were instantly clearer than the clear sky.
"Your old friend, Brother Xiangxian." Jin Yi said to Fu Ming first.
Fu Ming said with a smile: "It's finally here, I thought it won't come when the spring flowers are all thanked!" When he looked at Jiang Yisun, his face was full of joy, "Yisun, stay safe?"
When they were young in the past, they all called each other by their first names, but now the name sounds very cordial. Jiang Yisun replied, "Everything is fine. Seeing your look, Brother Ming, I think you have a good time here."
Fu Ming nodded and said again, "I'm glad that Sun is not what it used to be." As he spoke, he wanted to invite people into the house.
Jiang Yisun said: "I see brother Ming, your yard is very good. Let's sit there by the stone table under the flower tree and not enter the house."
Fu Ming nodded with a smile, and the three walked to the stone table and sat down. Lu Fei and the others served wine, fruit, dried meat, etc. Fu Ming motioned them to step back and pour wine for the people on the left and right.
"What kind of wine is this?" Jiang Yisun asked after tasting a glass.
Fu Ming replied, "The plum blossom wine brewed years ago is not spirits. It's rare for us to get together. It's enough to have a little wine to add to the fun."
Jin Yi also took a drink and asked, "You brewed it yourself?"
Fu Mingdao: "The recipe I asked for with Chengyan's brother, I tried to make it myself, what do you two think?"
Jiang Yisun drank another cup, "Sweet and fragrant, although it's not the kind I like to drink, but the taste is acceptable."
Jin Yize said: "If there is any, give me a jar."
Fu Ming smiled back: "Not much, but you can leave two altars for the Lord."
The three of them chatted while drinking. Jiang Yisun explained the various experiences he had suffered in the past few years after he left the capital. When it came to the battle a year ago, he even talked about Jin Yi's strategy and bravery in a perfect way. They tried to resist several times, but Fu Ming kept pushing back. The two of them sang in harmony, just like the storyteller and the official in the teahouse. Jin Yize became the protagonist in their dialogue, which made him feel embarrassed when he was on the sidelines. But seeing that Jiang Yisun was in high spirits, Fu Ming smiled brightly, and felt that the wine in his mouth was extraordinarily fragrant, and the warm spring sun was extraordinarily warm.
Some people laugh and sit in the spring, it turned out to be such a description. Jin Yi stretched out his hand and picked up the falling flower that had just fallen on Fu Ming's shoulder, feeling that his heart seemed to be softer than the tip of his hand.
When it was time for dinner, Jin Yi sent someone to pick up Zhaoyan. Zhaoyan met Jiang Yisun at the worship of his younger generation and called him his uncle.
Jiang Yisun heard that Zhaoyan also called Fu Ming his uncle, and asked in a low voice, "Why does the son of the elder brother also call you uncle?"
Fu Ming replied: "What? We are the same generation, call you uncle, do you call me brother?"
Jiang Yisun saw that Fu Ming was making jokes and knew that he had something to hide, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After the meal, Jiang Yisun accompanied Jin Yi to see the old lady. Those who are married to Jinlan often go to the church to worship their mother, and Jin Yi's parents have both passed away, and there is no difference in seeing the old lady.
When Jiang Yisun wanted to say goodbye, it was close to the hour, and Jin's house stayed for dinner, but he declined on the grounds that it was inconvenient for him to stay because of his personal affairs.
Fu Ming sent him out of the house and asked, "Did you go to see Yan Le?"
Jiang Yisun did not answer immediately. When Fu Ming looked over, he said, "Go, but he refuses to meet me."
Fu Ming was silent and said, "Don't blame him."
Jiang Yisun gave a "um", and after a few steps, his tone was heavy: "I know why he refuses to see me."
"He doesn't want to implicate you. It's me. I occasionally meet at some banquets. In front of outsiders, he is also polite."
Hearing this, Jiang Yisun was silent for a moment, but a smile appeared on his face.
That night, Jiang Yisun invited several generals of the same rank, went to Jianlou, ordered a table of good wine and good food, and spent a lot of money to invite a few qin performers, among them Yan Le.
Yan Le heard that the boy was invited by a military lord, so he came. When he arrived at the place, he opened the curtain and walked in to have a look. The people sitting around the table were all tall and burly, with extraordinary momentum. Among them, who was not Jiang Yisun
He put away the stunned look on his face, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward to ask everyone, knowing that the master this time is Jiang Yisun, he sat down beside him and asked, "What song do you want to listen to? "
Jiang Yisun asked everyone, "What do you want to hear?"
"We don't often listen to songs, and we can't remember a few of the song titles. Whatever you choose, just pick what you're good at."
Yan Le plucked the strings, lowered his eyebrows and played the song "House of Flying Daggers". He was a golden horse, and everyone seemed to be on the battlefield again.
When the song was over, Yan Le played the chords, Jiang Yisun applauded, and the guests applauded, but someone said, "Let's come here for entertainment, let's listen to some cheerful tunes."
Jiang Yisun saw that Yan Le's breathing was slightly short and his fingertips were red. He wanted to play the song just now, so he couldn't bear to let him play it again, but Yan Le smiled and said, "If you want to listen to something relaxed and happy, then play a "Green" Waist"." After saying that, he started to play again.
The guests were drinking and chatting about the mountains amid the brisk sound of falling beads. Jiang Yisun responded and looked at Yan Le, who bowed his head and raised his eyebrows from time to time.
After playing "Green Waist", Jiang Yisun pretended to be frivolous, took Yan Le's shoulders, and said with a smile, "You can play it so nicely, I will reward you. Come on, let's see what you want to eat on this table, I will give it to you. You clip!"
Yan Le seemed to be embarrassed, but also shy, half snuggled in Jiang Yisun's arms, and pointed to a dish: "I want to eat drunk shrimp."
Jiang Yisun said, "How can you peel the shrimp with your hands! I will peel it for you." Then he took the shrimp and peeled it off. The waiter next to him wanted to do it for him, but he turned it down.
"What do you know, this is called Lianxiangxiyu." Some guests laughed and others agreed.
Jiang Yisun peeled the shrimp generously, Yan Le took it naturally and put it in his mouth, you peeled me and ate it, almost emptying half of the shrimp, until Yan Le said, "Master, I don't want to eat it", Jiang Yisun didn't After that, he poured another cup of wine for him, and Yan Le drank it.
Seeing that Jiang Yisun was so casual, the others simply let go of the jokes, took the people around them into their arms, fed vegetables and wine, and the banquet was very lively.
While eating and drinking, Jiang Yisun got up to clean his hands, everyone urged Yan Le to follow, and Yan Le really followed.
The two stood upstairs in a secluded place, and Jiang Yisun's frivolous expression faded away. He looked at Yan Le and said, "Ale, I finally see you."
Yan Le sighed softly, and her tone became soft: "So brother, you joined the army. Congratulations, you are a general too."
Jiang Yisun smiled, "It's just that I met a good general."
"Is it the one from Brother Ming's family?"
"Well. I went to Jin Mansion today."
"Is brother Ming okay?"
"I think he's better than you."
Yan Le smiled and said, "You are all fine, that's fine."
"But what about you?" Jiang Yisun's tone turned anxious.
Yan Le was still smiling, "Me? You saw it too, there's nothing wrong with me."
Jiang Yisun shook his head and said, "You're still the same as before, the three of us, obviously I look the strongest, but Brother Ming and you, one by one, are stubborn." He put his hands on Yan Le's shoulders, He exerted his strength, "Ale, you, are you really not looking back? If you look back, in the future, if I belong to Jiang Yisun, it will belong to you."
"To this day, what reason do I have not to go?" Yan Le turned around, looked at the corner of the roof outside the porch, and after a long silence, said: "In the future, don't waste money, save money to marry a daughter-in-law. , Don't you really want a family? If you marry a wife and have children, you will have a family."
Jiang Yisun smiled bitterly when he heard the words, "How many people don't hesitate to buy a song, how can I be considered a waste of money?"
Yan Le turned back and looked at Jiang Yisun, "You have heard the song today, but that's it."
Jiang Yisun said: "Yeah, compared to the tunes you played for us in the past, it's really nothing more than that."
"After so many years, your appreciation level still hasn't improved."
"I can only hear a bit of affection in the piece, but I can't hear the skill of playing. Ale..."
Yan Le shook his head, "That's it, that's it. Ah Le is a person from the past, and now I can no longer play the tune you want to listen to. If you are willing to spend a lot of money, I will accompany you to the end. But that's all It's... that's all."
Jiang Yisun looked at Yan Le. In the dim corridor, he couldn't see the other party's expression. He could only see the moonlight outside and the pear petals flying. , he stretched out his hand, but held nothing. Only the darkness of the porch swallowed his eyes inch by inch.