More and more people were looking at him, and Le Tong naturally knew that the person he was looking for had appeared.
He walked up to the general and asked in a crisp voice: "Am I the destined person that master is looking for?"
Jiangjun Xing laughed and stretched out his legs to touch Le Tong's head, but Le Tong turned his head to avoid it.
He doesn't like them touching his head.
The general didn't take it seriously and said, "I wonder if he is the destined person that my master is looking for?"
"Everyone is looking at me, should I just say no?" Le Tong said innocently.
"No, he doesn't know." The general said frankly. "Bu Nao, if Mr. Le Chi invites her, he will be happy to express his admiration to her. I have admired Mr. Le Chi's masterpieces twice, but never met her. I have always felt deeply regretful."
Le Tong looked at Wang Xiaoya, and Wang Xiaoya said with a smile: "After everyone Shui's whistle ended, Mr. Jiang recited a keynote poem -"
Wang Xiaoya recited the poem again. Le Tong's eyes lit up and he said, "It's very appropriate. He is the person that Master is looking for to resonate with me -"
Le Tong looked at the general and said, "I'll come with him. Master asks to see me."
"Thank you, young sir." Jiangjunxing said jokingly.
"Humph." Le Tong snorted coldly and led the way.
"Everyone, see you later." General Xing greeted everyone with a smile.
All the guests looked at the general with envy, but not everyone had the opportunity to be invited by Le Chi.
Drink a cup of tea with the Music Maniac and chat about music for a quarter of an hour. When the general walks out of the Music Maniac's room, he will become the Music Maniac's guest and music confidant in various rumors and stories - that's his reputation. Is it really helpful
There are two brothers from the general family. The younger brother was humiliated and left by General Ling, but the older brother was invited by Le Chi due to fate. It must be said that the older brother's luck is much better than that of the younger brother.
Maybe, my brother is not as miserable as the outside world says, right
Le Tong knocked on the door, and without waiting for Master's response, he opened the door and came in, saying, "Master, he invited him over."
Le Chi was building a pot of yellow chrysanthemums and did not respond, or even turned around to greet the guests.
Le Chi didn't shut up, and General Xing who was standing at the door didn't shut up either.
Le Tong looked at his master, then at the general, touched his head and left.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Le Chi cut off three branches of chrysanthemums so that the flower clusters would not look too crowded and the flowers would not be squeezed and deformed. The sparse and orderly feeling would make people feel relaxed and happy.
Le Chi seemed to have forgotten the guests behind him, and Jiang Junxing also regarded himself as a transparent person.
He watched Le Chi finish pruning the chrysanthemums, he watched Le Chi finish pruning the plum blossoms, he watched Le Chi finish building the welcoming pine, and he watched Le Chi finish building the cactus.
A quarter of an hour later, the general bowed slightly at Le Chi's back, then turned and left.
Le Tong pushed the door open and came in, saying, "Master, he's gone."
"Enjoyed. " Le Chi replied.
"Isn't he the person I'm looking for?"
"No."
"I can't fault Master - he seems to be very experienced and elegant, and he can read a poem very well, and Xiao Sheng's lyrics are very suitable for the occasion. Everyone says he is not - teacher, how do I know he is not?" Le Tong asked doubtfully. "We didn't shut up, not a word was said. He was at the door listening."
"The sound of his footsteps is too light." Le Chi said.
"The steps are too light?" Le Tong was even more puzzled. What does being too light have to do with being a close friend
"Is it because he stepped lightly because he had distracting thoughts?" Le Chi said. "Can people with distracting thoughts resonate with his voice? He is an open and selfless person."
"Master, since he is not the confidant I seek, why would he stay in the greenhouse for so long
"Because he doesn't want to leave. He can't leave either."
"Why can't you leave even if you don't want to?"
Le Chi did not explain the problem to his apprentice. He was very young and didn't know how complicated Master Hong's thoughts were.
The man just now was invited in by his apprentice in full view of everyone. If he exits right after he comes in, what will people outside think of him
If he stood in the flower room for a while and then went out, the outside world would interpret his meeting differently, right
As for why she asked him to stay in Donglai, was it because she owed him something, or was it compensation for him. When she invited the person in, she had already pushed him to the point where everyone was looking at him. If he were to be kicked out again, causing disgrace, it would be tantamount to ending a deadly feud between the two parties.
She just wants to make music simply and doesn't want to make enemies with others.
That means there wasn't a single wrong word between them, but when the general left, he misunderstood the reason why Le Chi bowed.
She understands, and so does he!
"Master, let him go out and help me look for it again," Le Tong said.
"No need." Le Chi shook his head and said, "If there is no fate, they will meet each other naturally. If so, please ask him to name this song."
"He's quite curious." Le Tong said with some regret. "Who can actually resonate with Master's music?"
Le Chi no longer shut up and once again concentrated on pruning the flower branches in front of him.
Apart from music, she doesn't have much interest in other people or things -
Buildings are getting taller and taller, and courtyards are getting fewer and fewer.
It is true that things are rare and valuable, and the surviving courtyard houses have become a unique scenery in Sifang City. And any one of them is worth a fortune, valued at hundreds of millions.
Zijing Alley, an inconspicuous narrow alley on the map, can accommodate one car, and two cars cannot go parallel.
But no, it is a very special alley.
It is next to the red wall and close to the Privy Council. Separated by a wall is the highest authority in Yanjing City. The Red Wall was once expanded, and all the surrounding buildings were demolished, but the old alley was preserved.
The alley is simple and old, with gray walls and red tiles and the glazed roof of the courtyard gate covered with red snow, wrapping those old houses in a bright new coat.
The courtyard doors of every household were closed. On such a windy and snowy night, no one was willing to open the door to welcome the wind and snow.
Ga!
A champagne-colored Bentley parked at the door of an old house, driven by a beautiful and plump woman.
As soon as Tigress parked the car, General Ling, who was walking in the passenger compartment, opened the door to get into the car.
Tigress pushed open the door and walked out, ready to help the man lock and call the door.
"Let him come," the general ordered.
The tigress took a step back and stood guarding the general's order.
General Ling said he knocked on the door, but the stone steps standing at the door did not move for a long time.
After a long time, he sighed softly and asked, "Isn't it embarrassing?"
"Victory and defeat are common matters in military affairs. The young master lost because he underestimated the enemy." Tigress said frankly. She was shocked, shocked by the little guy meeting for the second time. He actually has that ability? I really underestimated him before.
What she said about underestimating the enemy was not just the general's orders to underestimate the enemy, but she also underestimated the enemy too much. I was deceived by her beautiful smile.
"He did not underestimate the enemy." General Ling shook his head. "He won't make the same mistake as Dong."
Bang bang bang—
General Ling stretched out his legs and knocked on the brass lock of the wooden door. After a while, the wooden door opened slowly. The old housekeeper stood at the door and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, I am waiting for me to play chess in the room."
"Thank you." The general ordered the respectful old housekeeper to say.
"Go quickly. He has already prepared the chess pieces." The old housekeeper said with a smile, turned around and closed the courtyard door.
The general ordered him to take off his windbreaker and scarf and hang them on a clothes rack in the corner of the room.
Then he walked up to the chessboard and said, "Is he holding the black stone first?"
"I'll go east first," said the old man wearing a sheepskin coat who was walking on the opposite side.
If not, the general ordered the first move.
"He expected Yanziwu's reaction, but he didn't expect their reaction to be so big. Are there just a few wild kids who are causing trouble outside? - Who called me?"
"Young chief." The old man had a red leg on one leg and a cup of hot milk on the other. "He is responsible for contacting Yanziwu. When he first took office, he took people to Yanziwu to see the gentleman - he treated himself like a disciple and was extremely respectful."
"How serious is it?" General Ling asked in a deep voice. Another sunspot fell to the east. If it were just that he had been humiliated at a banquet, a weather-beaten old man like grandpa would not have said the four words "a complete failure".
"My fifth uncle's transfer has been put on hold," the old man said. "Originally, he was supposed to go to a highly sought-after position that they had been seeking for a long time. Just this morning, someone from another family was placed in that position—"
"Who?" General Ling said through gritted teeth. There is a dull pain in my heart.
Fang Yan was right. His wrong leg was not his fault. He did not regard himself as the wrong leg from the beginning.
What does it matter if you embarrass yourself in front of everyone, or get laughed at by the guests at that banquet? It's just that the reputation is a bit ugly and the future is covered with a layer of dust - it's not only bad for you, but also good for you.
The Taoist idiot pushed him to the stage by saying, "Having a son is like a general's order." His every move was magnified infinitely. If he could disappear under everyone's nose or be quiet for a while, he would be willing to pay that price.
Yes or no, that's obviously not what Fang Yan wants.
What he wronged was not only himself, but also their entire general family.
He set up a shocking situation, put on a wonderful show, and used his own strength to cut off the already powerful arms of their generals.
If his face is damaged, the family or the old man in front of him will just smile lightly and say "child is naughty" and pass.
But no, he abruptly interfered with Uncle Wu's transfer, which made it clear whether he would face the punishment of their generals.
Some people here wanted to kill the chicken to show the lion, but Fang Yan pushed the general's house out, and the general's house became a place for monkeys to see - the chicken was killed.
This is no longer a joke, no longer a child's slapstick, but an attack that leaves the general's bones and bones dripping with blood.
He took the initiative to attack the general's family.
"Who?" General Ling felt his blood boiling and his legs holding the gun were shaking a little. "Who occupies the position of fifth uncle?"
Snapped!
The old man neatly buttoned up a red diamond and said: "Yanziwu. Ye Daoling."