All Red Mansions want to attack me [Red Mansion]

After all, Baoyu couldn't see it, pulled off Master's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Master, Mr. Minister has always wanted to pay homage to your sect, and has visited your residence several times..."

After all, he was kind-hearted, taking care of Mu Shu's affection, and couldn't bear to say that he failed to get in even once during these several visits.After Zhang Yiran heard this, his brows and eyes gradually relaxed a little, and he said lightly: "Before this, I had no intention of accepting apprentices, so I rejected all those who had this idea, and never met them. In this way It is also reasonable to say that I have never met Lord Mu."

Mu Shu's heart was filled with sourness when he was blocked by his words, and her beautiful phoenix eyes immediately raised a little: "Why, is this the way Master Zhang's family treats guests?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yiran nodded: "Not bad."

Mu Shu was so angry that his whole body trembled a little. He wished he could roll up his sleeves immediately and beat up this person whom he had always admired and humiliated.Baoyu saw the murderous intent in his eyes at a glance, and couldn't help pulling Zhang Yiran's sleeves tighter: "Master..."

Zhang Yiran stood with his hands behind his back, his body tall and straight like a pine.His eyes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the crumpled sleeve in Baoyu's hand that was gradually being pulled. Just now, he stretched out a hand and patted the back of his hand twice, then lightly raised his head and said to Mu Shu: "Since I didn't Without the plan of accepting disciples, even if Master Mu entered my house that day, it would not make any difference. In this case, it would be better to just disappear like this, otherwise, it would be even worse if we only had two or three thoughts with Master Mu. cruel?"

Mu Shu was speechless for a while, thinking that she also had such a temper, and felt that she would never meet anyone who didn't need to meet, so she was a little speechless.His eyes as black as ink blinked, and his momentum weakened inexplicably for a while, and he said in a low voice: "Then you can't shut people out like this..."

Zhang Yiran: "So?"

"So write a letter with me to make up for it!" Mu Shu took a few steps closer to him, and for a moment there was a strange light on his face, and his eyes were unusually bright, "How?"

Baoyu: ...wait a minute, the contrast between the front and back of this style of painting seems to be a little too big.

On the contrary, Zhang Yiran's expression was calm, as if he had seen a lot of these literati who respected him, so his face was still calm, and he just said indifferently: "Where is it written?"

"Here, here." Mu Shu hastily spread out a large piece of snow wave paper on the case, pressed it with a white jade paperweight, and dipped the Langhao pen in ink, then handed it to Zhang Yiran graciously hands.

Baoyu was dumbfounded watching this series of movements, for a moment he forgot to react, and still held on to Master's sleeve in a daze.

Zhang Yiran lowered his eyes and glanced again, but he didn't say anything to remind him. Instead, he took Baoyu for a few steps, calmly took the pen with his left hand, and prepared to write.

Baoyu just came to his senses at this time, and seeing Master's hand holding the pen, he couldn't help saying in amazement: "Master, this is—"

When did you switch to writing with your left hand?

"No problem."

Without raising his head, Zhang Yiran moved his wrist slightly, and wrote a few big black characters on the piece of paper flamboyantly.The pen is strong, and every turn is full of strength, just looking at it like this, it is already showing its sharpness, full of literati's strong character.

When he finished writing and put down the pen in his hand, there were already seven bold and romantic characters under his hand: The world's wind and cloud came from my generation.Mu Shu had already snatched it away, read these words carefully, and his whole body was glowing: "Good words, so bold! I really can't expect that Mr. Zhang can also write with his left hand." Great word!"

"It's just why you use your left hand?" Baoyu asked in surprise, "I remember that Master is obviously right-handed..."

Zhang Yiran smiled indifferently and said nothing.

Mentioning this, Mu Shu couldn't help raising his phoenix eyes, and unceremoniously gave Baoyu a white look: "Why do you say? Isn't it because you have been pulling Master Zhang's sleeve?"

It was only then that Baoyu realized that she was still holding something tightly in her hand, and when she looked again, the corner of the green robe had already been crumpled by him, and she felt a little embarrassed for a moment.He hastily let go, smoothed the corner of the clothes a bit, couldn't help but burn his face, and said angrily: "Master never reminded me..."

"No problem," Zhang Yiran patted his head and smiled, "You are used to being stupid, so you don't need to care about these trivial things."

What is stupid?

Baoyu raised her dark eyes all of a sudden, looked at him angrily, and made Zhang Yiran chuckle lightly, stretching out her hand, and stroking the little apprentice slightly.

Mu Shuben on the side carefully held the painting as if he had found a treasure, but now seeing the intimacy of the master and apprentice as if no one else was there, for some reason, his heart seemed to be choked by something.He frowned, but he couldn't tell exactly how he felt, so he hurriedly stepped forward two steps to separate the two of them, then he raised his eyebrows and said: "Master Zhang, let's put a seal on the next official." how?"

Zhang Yiran glanced at him, and there was a little more meaning in his eyes, and then he took out the seal he used to give calligraphy and painting to others, dipped in bright red ink pad, and stamped it squarely on the upper left corner of the picture.

He handed the paper back to Mu Shu, Fang turned his head and said to Baoyu, "Since that's the case, you should work hard at the household department, and the master will leave first."

Baoyu obediently agreed, sent him out, and then turned around to deal with official business without mentioning it.

It's just that Mu Shu managed to get the inscription that he had been wanting all these years, but for some reason, he was inexplicably disappointed.He wanted to frame this picture carefully and hang it on the wall, but when he thought about what he saw today, he felt inexplicably the illusion that his own delicate flowers were taken away by others, so he pondered for a long time, what would happen? It is to put this word in the box.

Now let's talk about Baoyu, after finishing his official duties that day, he suddenly missed the sweet and delicate mung bean cake that Su usually eats, so he went to Zhiwei Temple in the city.He walked up the stairs to the second floor in a familiar way, and while waiting, he suddenly saw two people sitting opposite each other in a window seat next to him, their figures were very familiar.

He took a closer look, only to see who those two people were, and he couldn't help but said happily: "Brother Feng, I didn't expect to see you here! I heard that Brother Feng had gone to Ping'an Prefecture, but what is it now?" When did you arrive in the capital?"

The young master turned his head, but he was also very handsome. When he saw Baoyu, he hurriedly clasped his fists and smiled and said, "So it's Mr. Jia. It's been more than a year since we parted in the past, and now we meet again by fate, and the young master is more and more troubled." He looks like a dragon and looks like a phoenix, and he is a talented person."

Baoyu laughed and said, "I'm afraid I won't believe what Brother Feng said."

As he spoke, he saluted the young master opposite Feng Yuan.This person is even more outstanding than Feng Yuansheng, his body is a little thinner, his facial features are like ink painting, very delicate.Especially the dark red rouge mole between the eyebrows, as if a drop of color has suddenly dripped into this monotonous ink painting, suddenly revealing a bit of touching and romantic meaning.

It was none other than Xiangling who was dissuaded by Baochai when Xue Pan wanted to buy her.

The two of them met Baoyu a year ago, and now they should meet up with old friends again, so they gathered at the table.Feng Yuan ordered someone to serve fresh tea and snacks, and the three of them sat opposite each other, chatting about recent affairs.

Xiangling joined Xue's family in her previous life and became Xue Pan's roommate, she really suffered a lot.Later, Xue Pan's wife Xia Jingui was jealous, so she resorted to all kinds of methods to train her, only to train Xiangling to be a concubine with both talents and looks, and then she was forced to torture her to become out of shape.

Every time Baoyu thinks of this, he always feels unbearable in his heart. Now that he has never fallen into Xue Pan's hands, but has a deep love with Feng Yuan, he only feels a lot of comfort in his heart, and he smiles: "You two still have such a strong relationship. , is really enviable."

Feng Yuan smiled lightly, turned his head and glanced at Xiangling, his eyes were filled with unstoppable affection: "To tell you the truth, Mr. Jia, now that I have Xiangling, it is really my blessing."

He laughed again: "I heard that the young master has already become an official in the household department, but I haven't congratulated you yet."

"It's just a small official," Baoyu said with a smile, "it's not worth anything. It's just that there was a locust plague in Ping'an Prefecture at Brother Feng's place, and then it encountered a drought that was once in a century. Even taxation is difficult. Is it really hard to do business?"

"Drought?" Feng Yuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What drought?"

Baoyu's expression turned cold: "Why, Brother Feng didn't know there was a drought in Ping'an Prefecture?"

"Of course I don't know," Feng Yuan said strangely, "I do this business, but I often deal with folk workers. They all say that this year is a harvest year. Although the rain is not very abundant, it is also very frequent, so All of them are full of granaries and grain, and more than half of them have been confiscated by the court. Why, the Ministry of Households has never seen that these silvers are worthless?"

The smile on the corner of Baoyu's mouth completely subsided, and for a moment she felt her forehead throbbing, and vaguely sensed something was wrong.He sat up straight and said in a low voice: "This is not a place to talk, let's ask brother Feng and younger brother to go to the mansion for the time being, we must have a good talk with younger brother about this matter."

Feng Yuan didn't agree, so he took Xiangling and went to Rongguo Mansion.After arriving at the mansion, he explained to Baoyu the current situation in Ping'an Prefecture in detail: "Nowadays, merchants seldom go to Ping'an Prefecture. It looks like water and soil, but fortunately, I am also a person who often walks in the mall, and I borrowed some face from the Wang family, so I was able to take the goods out without any damage."

"It's just the locust plague and the drought... I've heard of the locust plague, but it was only a small area and never spread, so the people were not harmed by it. And the drought is even more Unheard of."

After Baoyu had finished listening, he asked about the number of daily patrols by soldiers in Ping'an Prefecture, then hurriedly put on his horse and hurried to Zhang's mansion.

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a military rebellion in Ping'an Prefecture in his previous life, but it wasn't now—it's just that the officials in Ping'an Prefecture had begun to secretly stockpile food and raise troops secretly, and it was already clear at a glance what their intentions were.

I'm afraid that the day will change, but before the sky turns completely, he has to ask his master for advice.

The author has something to say: Author: Did I buy you off with just one word?Where is your backbone? ? ?

Mu Shu: But he is my idol!

Author: Come to think of it, you have been waiting at the gate of the Zhang Mansion for so long, and you didn't even enter the door!

Mu Shu: But he is my idol!

Author Jun: He also abducted your Baoyu!

Mu Shu: But he—wait a minute, this can't be tolerated, and if he continues like this, he can't be an idol!

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Finally, I went back to the main plot, and silently applauded the author himself (I'm so shameless)

By the way, Feng Yuan and Xiangling are not characters to attack, on the contrary, they are a pair of short-sleeved enlightenment to Baoyu...

Being shown affection by them every day, gradually I will have the feeling of "it's okay to be with a man", right?

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And again.

I brush my hair every day and send it to my little brother.

I was probably poisoned by him (covering face)

Who can detoxify me?