That little fly

When the first messenger came back to say that Mr. Renshu had left the mansion with his son, the people in the court knew that today might be a rough day.This kind of thing is quite common.

"In that case..." Shi Ke stepped forward, evasively speaking.My son just got home yesterday, is he so urgent in marking people?

"Officials," Mr. Zhai, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, said with a smile on Shi Ke, "I have already finalized the list of missions invited to the ceremony, and I invite the officials to play." Master Fu winked quickly.

"It's so good." Emperor Jiayou borrowed the donkey from the slope, he was also afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, Ning Renhou could see the day sooner.

The chief assistant immediately set up the stage, "I am an official, the details may take a lot of time, I suggest that the deputies of each department and department go back to the office for the time being." There are more wolves and less meat, which means that small fish and shrimps should not be disturbed up.

Emperor Jiayou was kind and freed a large number of people, and the rest were cabinet officials and ministers. "Dear dears, follow me to Dongchen Hall, have some refreshments first, and then listen to the detailed report."

Shi Ke passed Master Zhai, "The list of missions is very important, huh?"

"Zi Lu, you and I have worked together for ten years, and it's rare to meet your demeanor today." Zhai Shangshu smiled amicably.This is one of the top three on the Skateboard chart.

The other one was full of arrogance: Humph!Don't bother, my Luzi won't take a fancy to your granddaughter.

The Dongchen Hall is a small court hall, and the side halls on both sides are the offices of the cabinet ministers on weekdays. The Dezheng Hall behind it is the study of Emperor Jiayou. Hall come.This is the true center of imperial power, but it does not have the formal and solemn atmosphere of the Great Dynasty.The people who can go in and out here are at least ten-year-old vixens, and those who have festivals will not show on their faces, and they will not shout and kill if they have different opinions.Emperor Jiayou would not put on the airs of an emperor all the time.Therefore, the atmosphere in Dongchen Hall has always been relatively relaxed and harmonious.

It is said that it is going to the Xiaochao Hall to continue listening to the music, who doesn't know that this is a foreigner's work.After a group of important ministers arrived at the Dongchen Hall, there was Zhang Luo's refreshments. Just after the refreshments, the punctual working lunch was delivered, and then the monarchs and ministers ate and drank together in the back room. Let’s talk about irrigation and gossip a few years ago, and Xiao Huangmen came in to report the news. Mr. Renshu has found it, and he is almost at the gate of Danfengmen in the palace.

ah!finally……

Please!

After another two cups of tea, I heard the small yellow gate chanting in a sharp voice outside, and the people inside straightened their clothes and sat upright. The owner of Shui Zhuang also tidied his clothes outside before stepping into the hall.

Emperor Jiayou sat upright on the throne, next to him were two rows of cabinet ministers, and the next row was the heads of various ministries. A dozen or so people glanced over.I saw the person coming, who looked to be in his early twenties, with a jade-like face, a slender figure, a calm and calm gait, and a clear and energetic gaze.

The owner of Shui Zhuang stood still five steps in front of the hall, announced his family name, knelt down, bowed, and greeted him.This is the etiquette of temporary tutoring, but it is dignified and calm, with perfect manners.

Emperor Jiayou stood up from the throne, took three steps forward, and bowed to the end. This was a return gift, equally solemn.

The next step is to follow the procedure step by step.

Emperor Jiayou first verbally praised Mr. Renshu's benevolence and benevolence, and then read out the imperial edict conferring Mr. Renshu Shui Heng as a first-class marquis, saying "restrain oneself, be sincere and loving, and benevolent." It took a long time to finish reading the edict, and then the Master of Shuizhuang received the order, and the title of Marquis will officially fall on his head.

Then there is singing reward.

Seals and ribbons, court clothes, all kinds of ceremonial standards that a marquis should have, as well as real gold and silver salaries and various benefits of empty-mouthed cakes are continuously drawn out of Emperor Jiayou's pocket like running water, which shows that Jiayou Dynasty The respect and love of the emperor and his ministers.Sure enough, everything was prepared a long time ago, singing here, rewarding there, the palace servants brought out the same, all kinds of colors are complete, there is no omission in the slightest.

After these procedures are completed normally, there is an unofficial, subtle ranking related to status.

In Dongzhou Continent, Guan and Jue are two systems that do not interfere with each other.Guan represents 'power', and jue is the 'noble'.But the word 'powerful' has never been separated. The so-called powerful refers to the rich and powerful families of officials and officials in the imperial capital.The narrower the circle, the more the people in it care about their status-whoever gives the gift first when they meet, the gift of giving things is light and heavy, and even weddings and funerals, the level of family status.

A newly-appointed Marquis, with no real power, is placed in this room to accompany the last seat, and there is nothing wrong with it.But in the same way, as a Marquis, with a noble status, it is reasonable to sit beside the emperor and overwhelm all the ministers and workers. The rules of the Dongzhou Empire are that officials are not allowed to serve, and the title is temporarily vacant.Therefore, when the power and the noble are mixed in a room, the seat issue becomes very delicate. The position of a low stool will also mean the status of Shuihou Lord in the upper class of the imperial capital in the future.

The emperor gave the seat, and the servant brought out a small brocade-covered low stool. The whole room was staring at the low stool. They entered through the last door, and then went all the way forward, past the front of the Minister of Rites, and put it down.The seat ranking is second only to the Chief Assistant, the Privy Council Minister and the Chief Law Officer, ranking fourth.

Seeing the owner of the water village, he sighed deeply.

No matter how powerful Mr. Renshu's potion is, no matter how good the folk reputation is, even a first-class marquis from the empire is already very high.But now it is not enough to be named a first-class marquis, and his noble status must be elevated to before the six ministers, second only to the three princes in the court.Looking at the powerful class in the imperial capital, how eye-catching is this?You don't even need to look back at those faces with different expressions, Master Shui knows the tricks.

Either way, they are all human beings.The empire gave Mr. Renshu an incomparably noble status, such a title that is almost unsuitable for his status is equivalent to directly imprinting the three characters of Fei Tian'er on Ning Renhou's forehead.You don't need to admit it, anyway, it is covered with a crystal jar, strictly guarded against sticking to it, and handled with care, which is almost what it means.And you have no reason to be angry. If you stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling face, what a sincere heart the officials show.

The owner of the water village took a few steps to the low stool and sat down with a calm face.After the newly released Shui Hou Ye sat down, he raised his eyes and met his father's eyes for a moment, and they knew each other well.

Well, at this point, the formal and informal procedures are all over.

Emperor Jiayou stepped down from the throne, and the solemn atmosphere of the entire Dongchen Hall disappeared immediately.Emperor Jiayou came straight to Marquis Ning Ren, and the other ministers also got up from their seats and gathered together in twos and threes.

Emperor Jiayou took Ning Renhou's hand, and glanced at Shi Ke... No matter how you look at it, the father and son look alike.The nose, the ears, the fullness of the forehead, it's really like it.

"Mr. Renshu, my Ning Renhou." Emperor Jiayou held Shui Zhuangzhu's hand and looked at it carefully, looking left and right for a hundred times, and he was as happy as seeing his daughter-in-law.There is no water in the joy, Mr. Renshu is a fake Fei Tianer, it is rare to be so young, connected with Shi Ke, and connected with a little Fei Tianer in the future, what does this mean?This is living auspiciousness.This is the guarantee of long-lasting fortune and prosperity of the country for at least 60 years.The emperor thought about his Jiayou Dynasty, his descendants, and his famous name in history...it was so beautiful. "I've been looking forward to this day for a long time. This time, thanks to Zilu, I told Mr. Dong to come out of the mountain. Isn't that right, Zilu?"

Shi Ke: ...

"Officials talk a lot. I am dull and don't like to talk too much. Only when I have a calm mind can I do my research well, so I am not used to the hustle and bustle of the city."

"I know, I know." Emperor Jiayou held Ning Renhou's hand and patted it gently, which was called a kind and caring heart. "... Don't worry about staying in the imperial capital. Your house is next door to Zilu. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, I will ask the Taifu to send someone to repair it. If you don't like making trouble, I will write you a door god post later. I guarantee that no one will be there." Dare to bother you. Oh, I will stay and have dinner with me later, plus Zilu. I still have some gadgets here, I want to pass them on to my husband..."

Emperor Jiayou dragged Ning Renhou to chatter endlessly, and the ministers in twos and threes beside him stared at him fiercely.Officer, haven't you finished your chatter?When will you allow us to have a good exchange with Mr. Renshu?You don’t have any definite evidence from the officials, but we have found out the identity of Mr. Renshu as the God of Wealth. These days, if you block someone’s way of making money, you will be kicked by the horse...

What makes Mr. Zhong show his face is not the clear and shallow sugar paintings of big dragons and phoenixes and coquetry and cuteness. How many students has the old man taught?His eyes are very venomous, he tests his disciple's knowledge, just by reading an article written by Shui Qingqian silently, he knows that his little disciple has not been wasted in the past six months, although he always looks playful and lazy.But with this handwriting, silkworm head and swallow tail, peaceful and dignified, he has achieved a little success, but if he is lazy one day and doesn't practice, the feeling of writing will not be like this.

Now, Shui Qingqian took off the small gown with silver and eight treasures patterns, and put on a blue fine cloth jacket, and stood at the table to sort out his pen and ink, and his disciple did his best, talking about the current situation.Chinese New Year is approaching, and couplets and blessings are pasted on doors big and small, not only for Mr. Zhong's mansion, but also for the two academies where he works, the office office, and people from all walks of life who come to ask for calligraphy... Every year Mr. Zhong will write some by himself, and most of them will be done by junior disciples. This year is no exception. There is no task of clear water, but he happened to hit it.

At the end of the exam, Mr. Zhong transferred the big dragon and phoenix sugar painting to Little Luzi as a reward.Just halfway through the meal, the husband received a summons from the palace and had to change clothes to enter the palace.Leisurely left and right, Mr. Zhong pointed to the already cut paper over there to Qingshui Qingqian, and let him write as much as he could.

Shui Qingqian was grinding the ink, at this time, there was a noisy sound from outside, coming quickly from far and near, Shui Qingqian raised her eyes through the window, a man in a fragrant brocade and a sable fur coat The sixteen or seventeen-year-old son walked towards the study with vigorous steps. He was tall and long-legged, and his movements were capable. He took two steps with one step, and was so tired that several servants around him and Uncle Quan, the porter of the study, trotted along.

"...I'm in a hurry, uncle and grandpa are not here, so why don't I finish writing first?" The young man raised his sword eyebrows and jumped out of control, before he opened the door, he turned his head and asked, "Just grind the ink for me in a while... Ah!...Ah? No need..." He pushed open the door, and at a glance, he saw that the water that was grinding the ink inside was clear and shallow, and his voice was twists and turns, full of surprises.Shui Qingqian changed into a small muslin jacket, just like a servant, but her appearance is beyond heaven.Comparing the hatchback, he instantly abandoned his own dry lentils.

"My name is Meng Shaogang, what's your name?" Meng Dashao jumped over in two steps, like a living monkey, "I said Uncle Quan, when did uncle and grandpa accept such a" little bookboy...

"Master Shaogang!" Uncle Quan stopped Meng Shaogang's words in time, and followed up panting to explain, "This is the master's recent closed disciple, the young master of the Shui family."

"Close the door, disciple, is that you?" Meng Shaogang turned his head and widened his eyes.

Mr. Zhong's acceptance of closed disciples has almost spread among the rich and powerful, but now that Mr. Zhong is no longer in power (he resigned as the prince and tutor, and only retains his title as the head of the academy), few people continue to dig deep into the closed disciples. identity.The two families are related, and Meng Shaogang knows a little more. I heard that the young disciple is a commoner with an ordinary family background.Be darling, this child is so good-looking, not to mention the common people, even the criminals have to be pulled out, otherwise the Sanqing Buddha Fei Tian'er and all the gods will be blind?Meng Shaogang looked back and forth around Shui Qingqian, like a puppy picking up a meaty bone, wagging its tail happily.

Shui Qingqian looks like a person, about the same age as Brother Azhao, with clear eyes, red lips and white teeth, a hint of pride in his brows, and all the clothes on his body are fine, probably this one is also from a famous family, Shui Qingqian thought.

Meng Shaogang called Mr. Zhong Uncle and Grandpa, and he was a real relative. From the perspective of apprenticeship, he had to call Shui Qingqian Master Uncle.but……

"I'm older than you, you have to call me brother."

"Hello, senior brother, my name is Shui Qingqian." The child is very good.

"Okay, okay, this is...you want to write couplets too?" Meng Shaogang rubbed his hands and reacted suddenly. He thought he was the youngest child laborer, but he didn't expect to meet a younger one today.

"Well, that's it, I haven't started writing yet." Shui Qingqian pointed to the paper beside her.Thinking about the conversation just now, Shui Qingqian understood that this senior was really arrested to serve him.

Meng Shaogang visually inspected the thickness of the stack of paper╥﹏╥... Uncle, grandpa, what is your bottom line?

"Little Douzi, go and tell Young Master Yang that I won't be going to the racecourse this afternoon." Meng Shaogang ordered the accompanying servant with a full face.

"Oh, huh? Why, Master?"

Meng Shaogang stared, "You just say that your young master wants to learn with all his heart and share the worries of the elders, do you understand?"

Xiaodouzi shrank her neck from the training, and had already ordered it. The young master came to write five couplets today, and then went to the racecourse with a few aristocratic children in the afternoon, and suddenly changed his mind... This, this young master of their family is a hero, sad and beautiful. ,right?

"What's the matter, Uncle Quan is fine, come over here and grind ink for us." After waving away the extra servants, Meng Shaogang did what he said, and started neatly with his posture.Glancing at the dizzying stack of papers, Meng Shaogang took a deep breath.There is no other meaning, he can just write five couplets, as planned before, and then wave his hand smartly, go out to play with a bunch of dudes in the afternoon, and push the rest to him Not as high as his chest-high Junior Brother Little Douding?Young Master Meng's face is not that thick.

Speaking of writing, Young Master Meng is really not as talented as Shui Qingqian. Shui Qingqian's calligraphic muscles and bones have just formed, and Ben Yi Chaozong has a distinct self-style. Meng Shaogang practiced calligraphy twice as long as Shui Qingqian. The family background is related to education. The font is neat and stone-like, but the black is bright and bright, with more craftsmanship. It's just that writing couplets can't be more beautiful.

Shui Qingqian writes for an hour, just like practicing calligraphy in ordinary times, and it will be enough for six couplets.Meng Shaogang wrote more than he could, and the progress of the two of them was neither fast nor slow, but the stack of blank red paper next to it was only about a third short.

Shui Qingqian shook his hands, Meng Shaogang said, "I'm tired, go and rest."

"Brother Shaogang, don't you take a break?"

"Well, there's no rush." ​​First Young Master Meng glanced at the stack of papers over there, took a deep breath, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, "Did your master say when he'll be back?"

"I don't know, I was called away by the people in the palace."

When Meng Shaogang raised his eyes, he still knew it was from the palace?Didn't you say they were of civilian origin? "Then, he asked you to write couplets?"

"Yeah." Shui Qingqian ran to flip through the candies, Grandma Zhong was the best, and she always tasted delicious.

"Write it until he comes back?" Meng Shaogang was suddenly puzzled, he probably didn't ask to finish writing it, it was so thick.

"Grandpa Zhong didn't say anything, so he let me write it." Shui Qingqian mumbled with a piece of hibiscus fruit in his mouth.It's easy, anyway, he has to practice calligraphy every day. In fact, he doesn't need to write, and he can write a half frame.

Young Master Meng's complexion was not very good-looking.He was naughty and naughty when he was a child, and his parents couldn't control him anymore, so he threw it to his uncle and grandpa to temper him.If it is said that when Shui Qingqian was studying, Mr. Zhong could turn into an old urchin and learn nursery rhymes with Shui Qingqian, then in front of Meng Shaogang, he would definitely be a hell-level strict teacher model.Speaking of this one stroke, Meng Shaogang really practiced it with blood and tears. He has no talent, but he finally became a craftsman.Therefore, putting himself in the shoes of others, Shui Qingqian's vague answer made Meng Shaogang think in the worst direction, thinking that his uncle and grandpa had started the perverted mode of devil training again.

Meng Shaogang wrote all the way from the morning to Jinwuxichui with a dull head. In the end, this misunderstanding was not revealed until the study room was filled with written Spring Festival couplets.Young Master Meng stared at Shui Qingqian with grief and indignation, trembling, he was so angry that he couldn't say a single word.Shaking his wrist, it was sore and sore.

The water is clear and shallow: (.?＿?.)?………

Meng Shaogang hooked his back collar, which was clear and shallow, and raised his neck to call out to the attendant outside, "Let's go, Liu Yishou from Yangjiao Hutong," the time-honored braised pig's trotters monopoly in the imperial capital, "I'm exhausted, so I need to mend it. "

Shui Qingqian: Huh?

"What are you looking at, brother, I sacrificed a lot today, let me tell you," Meng Shaogang gritted his teeth, and then dragged his junior brother out, "The uncle wants to eat, and the little beauty has to be with him..."

Shui Qingqian, "Wait, my mighty family is still with Grandma Zhong... Also, I have to change my clothes back, Brother Shaogang, what are we going to eat, I want to eat meat..." was abducted.