Huan Rong

After learning a lesson, before the Shangsi Festival, Huan Yi never left the house again.

Princess Nankang ordered the house to be rectified, and all the maids and servants around Mr. Lang were screened.Anyone who finds any problem, no matter whether there is any evidence or not, will be demoted to a field slave, and all future generations will be slaves, and will never be released from their nationality.

Most of the servants and servants around Huan Yi went away, and those who stayed were also trembling, walking and talking very carefully.

Huan Rong had passed by her side before, and this time the twists and turns were not big.But seeing more than a dozen maids and servants being kicked out of the mansion barefoot with their hands tied, wearing only a single piece of clothing, everyone couldn't help tightening their scalps, acting more cautiously, and serving them more meticulously.

Ah Mai's methods were fierce, and Princess Nankang was satisfied with the result.However, when he saw the maidservants on the list, he couldn't help but sneer again and again.

"How many of these are from Langya?"

"Returning to Your Highness, these maidservants were born in Langya Prince's Mansion, and joined the Huan Family with Princess Yuyao County." A Mai said.

"Why aren't you here?"

"Earlier, the second son made the decision and gave the person to the fourth son."

"Send him back."

Princess Ankang sneered again, and the list flew to the ground.The colorful treasures pressing down the corners of the skirt are so bright that they seem to hurt people's eyes.

"Send a few healthy servants to Gushu and give them to Second Young Master in front of the Lord Lang."

"promise."

Princess Nankang has been with Sima Huan for many years, and she knows Huan Wen's character well.She never believed that if someone sent him over, that old slave could act as if he didn't know anything!

The concubine has been hiding his thoughts for many years, it's not that she can't care about it, but she disdains it.

Nowadays, if he dared to hurt Gua'er and violated her bottom line, it would never be so easy to expose it!

Huan Rong saw all the changes in the mansion.The servant girl is indeed pitiful, but this matter is not in his hands, nor should he be.

Times are different, and there are different rules for doing things.Soft words and touches, the end will never be too good.

Just like the official selection system at this time, there are no low-ranking scholars at the top and no nobles at the bottom.Birth determines everything and can easily change the trajectory of a person's life.

Born in a noble family, destined to be well-clothed and well-fed, and educated and embroidered; but born in a poor family, even if you have great talents, you may not be able to make it to the top.

If you want to make a name in the two Jin Dynasties, you have to show your face first, and your talent second.But no matter which one to brush, there must be a prerequisite: family background!

Huan Rong was very fortunate that he came from a noble family.

Although my own father carried the sign of rebellion, he was at least one of the gentry.It would be even worse if it was worn on a poor family boy, he would be a slave when he woke up, not to mention his future, two meals a day would be a problem.

The Western Jin Dynasty was extravagant, and Shi Chong could burn white wax as firewood and paint walls with peppercorns.But among the people, how many ordinary people died of starvation, disease and starvation.After the fall of the Western Jin Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty's transition to the south, the gentry who remained in the north still had a way out, but the common people couldn't help it. The fate can be imagined.

two-legged sheep.

These three words are the deepest pain engraved in every Chinese heart.

Huan Rong sat quietly in the room with one arm resting on the low couch. After a while, he got up and walked outside the door. Looking at the setting sun like blood in the distance, the sunset felt heavy in his heart and his throat seemed to be blocked by stones.

Take a deep breath, he is not a person who cares about the country and the people.Today, I suddenly felt emotional, thinking that some of these things are missing, it is really strange.

"Lang Jun, it's cold in the evening, you should add an extra coat."

Ah Gu no longer prevented Huan Rong from going out, but the boy kept watching him closely, wishing he could not leave for twelve hours, his eyes glued to Huan Rong's body.

After several times, Huan Rong was so depressed that he wanted to sigh.

But after Xiaotong interrupted, the sudden anxiety was swept away.Huan Rong turned around, the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected around him, and his smile was a little hazy.

"I see."

The little boy opened his mouth wide and was stunned.

"Ah Nan?"

"No, no!"

The little boy was awakened, and hurriedly stood on tiptoe and put his robe on Huan Rong's shoulders.Before he could speak, there was a rush of clogs in his ears, and he didn't need to turn his head to know that it must be Mr. Shilang.

"Brother!"

A few meters away, Huan Yi smiled.Holding three scrolls of bamboo slips in his hands, he walked quickly to the front and presented them to Huan Rong as if they were offering treasures.

"Brother, I found this from the library!"

Behind him, several healthy servants were carrying or carrying, none of them were empty-handed.Visually, Huan Yi's harvest was not small, and the bamboo slips he found were no less than a hundred.This also indirectly shows that the Huan family has quite a collection of books.

In the Jin Dynasty, the gold, silver, cloth and silk in the family were considered rich at best, and the number of books could represent the heritage of a family.

"Most of these were left by my great-grandfather and grandfather." Huan Yi put down the bamboo slips, took the cloth towel from the boy, and said while wiping his sweat, "After the Shangsi Festival, I will find more for brother."

"Thank you brother."

Huan Rong took the bamboo slips with a smile and invited Huan Yi into the inner room.The little boy stayed in the corridor and led the servant to the side room to put the books.

The two brothers sat in front of the low couch, Huan Yi poured water, put down the cup, smacked his lips, and subconsciously said: "The water here is very sweet, brother."

"Ah Gu mixed honey." Huan Rong pushed the lacquer plate towards Huan Yi and said, "I know that brother likes sweets, so I sprinkled more sugar on these cold utensils."

Huan Yi grinned, with an incomparably simple and honest smile.Wipe your hands with a cloth towel and eat immediately.

Huan Rong smiled and narrowed his eyes.

It is a blessing to have a foodie brother.At least his appetite is no longer too conspicuous, attracting surprised eyes from time to time.

Half a plate of snacks disappeared in an instant, Huan Rong unfolded the bamboo slips, calmed down and began to study.Fortunately, he has the memory of his previous life, otherwise, these words recorded in Xiaozhuan would be heavenly scriptures to him.

Although the bamboo slips are heavy, there are not many recorded contents.

After reading a volume quickly, Huan Rong had a good idea, and only read the beginning of the rest, most of them glanced at it and put it aside, and unfolded another volume casually.

"Brother," Huan Yi widened his eyes, wondering, "Are you studying?"

"Yes." Without raising his head, Huan Rong called the little boy to bring more letters.

"Can you understand?"

"nature."

"My brother is amazing!"

Huan Rong looked up at Huan Yi, raising a long eyebrow.

Huan Yi picked up another half of twist and said, "I can't read too many words, and I get a headache. When I was enlightened, the Confucian master taught me with all my heart, but I forgot it in a blink of an eye. I understand the meaning in my heart, but I just can't write it out." .”

Listening to Huan Yi's narration, a thought suddenly flashed in Huan Rong's mind, maybe Huan Yi is not an IQ problem, but has dyslexia?

"Brother?"

"It's okay." Huan Rong shook his head and said, "I just feel that brother is not what he said."

Seeing that Huan Rong didn't laugh at himself, Huan Yi's smile became even more honest.

"Brother looking through these genealogies, what are you looking for?"

"En." Huan Rong vaguely responded.

The gentry were married to each other, and their relationship with each other was intricate.If you want to act without making mistakes, you must understand your relatives in order to prevent encounters when you go out and don’t know them face to face.

Opening up the bamboo slips, just one from Huan Wen gave Huan Rong a headache.The brain is really not enough, so I had to ask the little boy to fetch a pen and paper, extract the main content and record it.

Princess Nankang's biological mother was born in the Yu family. Speaking of which, Yu Xi and Princess Nankang are cousins.

Huan Mi's daughter, his cousin married Yu You's son Yu Xuan, and Yu You and Yu Xi were brothers.With seven turns and eight turns, he and the Yu family became cousins ​​again.

His second brother married Sima Daofu, the daughter of Langya King Sima Yu.

In terms of seniority in the royal family, Sima Yu is the uncle of Princess Nankang.In other words, Princess Nankang, who is a mother-in-law, and Princess Yuyao, who is also a daughter-in-law, are of the same generation in her natal family!

Looking at the lines on the paper, Huan Rong was completely dizzy.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Counting Huan Da Sima's brothers and Huan's in-laws, Huan Rong's face turned green.

These kinship relationships may not be memorized in three days and three nights.

Huan Rong put down his pen and pinched his forehead.His eyes swept over Huan Yi, who finished eating one plate of mahua and was about to start another, with a relaxed expression on his face, which really made him jealous.

"Brother."

"what?"

"I suddenly felt that not being able to read didn't seem like a bad thing."

Huan Yi: "..."

The movement of Huan Yi's tumbling was not small, and the matter quickly reached the ears of Princess Nankang.Calling the servants to inquire, they learned that it was not Huan Yi who was messing around, but Huan Rong who wanted to look up the genealogy. After thinking for a moment, Princess Nankang smiled.

"The melon has grown up."

In addition to the joy, people sent half a house of bamboo slips, which can be traced back to the pre-Qin period.

Watching the servants leave, Huan Rong leaned against the door frame, unable to hold back the tears.

It would be nice to eat two plates of sprinkles when you have nothing to do, what kind of genealogy to check, what kind of heart to fuck!

It's a pity that the matter has come to this point and cannot be changed.Tiredly rubbing the center of his brows, he turned to look at the letter in half the room, Huan Rong clenched his fists and fought hard!

Compared with staying up late and studying hard back then, this difficulty is nothing!

Until the eve of the Shangsi Festival, Huan Rong still buried his head in the sea of ​​books, and A Gu and Xiao Tong were very worried.In the end, Princess Nankang came over in person and told him to rest well, otherwise he was not allowed to go out, so Huan Rong bowed his head and agreed, and reluctantly left the book case.

Lying on the couch, Huan Rong closed his eyes.Although the spirit is exhausted and the eye sockets are sore, the income is quite rich.At the very least, I can be sure that when I meet Jiankang Gaomen Langjun tomorrow, I won't be speechless and end up in an embarrassing situation.

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the child lay down behind the screen with a thick quilt in his arms.

Huan Rong said it several times, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to go.

When the leakage gradually disappeared, Huan Rong sank into a dream.The red mole on the forehead became more and more bright red, like a gemstone.

On the Shangsi Festival, Huan Rong got up early.

He resolutely refused to wear the big shirt offered by the maidservant, and changed into a deep blue shirt, with a belt embroidered with auspicious clouds around his waist, and hanging a blue warm jade, which was the one sent by Princess Nankang.

"My lord is not old enough to wear a coronet, but can I wear a scarf?"

Huan Rong nodded.

A Gujing passes by and takes over from the maidservant to tie Huan Rong's hair.

Seeing a maid opening the lacquer box and picking up something that looked like a powder puff, Huan Rong's face changed suddenly and he waved his hands repeatedly.

Don't wear a camisole, and don't apply powder!

"Mr. Lang, this is the style of Jiankang."

"I'm not used to it." Huan Rong insisted.Seeing that the maidservant was unwilling to give up, he even pointed out Xie Xuan, saying that when we met that day, the other party was also wearing dark clothes, let alone powdered.

Ah Gu couldn't help it, so he had to make people hold down the lacquer box.

Huan Rong heaved a sigh of relief, left the inner room, and strolled through the corridor.Hearing the crisp clicking sound, his heart was uncertain.

Did he forget something?

Sure enough, when he reached the end of the corridor, he met Huan Yi who was full of excitement, and Huan Rong was speechless.

A long-sleeved shirt with an open front, and inside is a "sling top" that represents fashion.The handsome face does not conform to the current aesthetics, but it can be called a handsome man of later generations.

The problem is that there is a layer of powder on the face!

"Brother!"

While speaking, the powder rustled down, and Huan Rong looked at the sky speechlessly.

"A Gu."

"The slave is here."

"Bring someone to change a robe for brother, and the powder will be wiped off."

"promise."

Several servants rushed forward, Huan Yi didn't understand what he meant, and looked at Huan Rong in astonishment.

"Brother, why is this?"

"It's windy and cold in March. In order to avoid the cold, brother still changes clothes."

It's fine if you can't see it, but it's absolutely impossible to put it in front of your eyes!

Huan Rong said one thing, but Huan Yi couldn't resist, so he could only change into dark clothes, wash his face and comb his hair again, and get in the ox cart.

The healthy servant raised his whip, walked all the way to the entrance of Wuyi Alley, and met Xie Xuan who was waiting.

Wearing a long-sleeved shirt, the belt is only loosely tied, and the long hair is not tied up, falling behind him like a waterfall of rain.When the wind passes, the sleeves and hair tails move lightly, 100% excellent and elegant, chic and extraordinary.

While admiring, Huan Rong looked at the sullen Huan Yi, and became more and more convinced that he had made the right choice.

Face to face with such real celebrities, it is safer for people like him and Huan Yi not to be unrestrained.