[Plane] History of the struggle of the lords

Wen Le and Wen Run looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. Many things must have happened in this Wen Mansion since they left, and the atmosphere was clearly much colder than when Sanfang was there.The old lady and the old man were alive back then, and the third wife was the only concubine, and was always excluded by the two concubines. After it's over, the concubines will definitely have to fight each other in private, but most of the time, what Wen Le sees is the picture of the second and eldest wife inviting them to hold hands for wine and tea.

But now, the same family, the eldest family has lost his official position, and the younger brother, the second householder, is even happier than the enemy. The eldest wife is much calmer and the second wife hates it so much that she can't hide it. How long has the old lady been gone!

Wen Le asked Wen Run with his eyes if he could lose his temper. It was really off-putting for two old men to quarrel next to their ears while eating soup.

Wen Run shook his head, signaling him to just eat, and he calmed down, "Today's bamboo shoot soup is so fresh, won't the second aunt use more?" He had already seen Wei Shi's ugly face on the table of the female family members, thinking about his own family His mother has always been gentle with his family, and he was really worried that a conflict would cause Webster to get in trouble. After all, he had to leave in a few days, so why bother to let Webster feel unhappy in Dadu these few days?

But the second wife was really ruthless. Normally, she is quite shrewd. How could she not know the policy of dealing with things that should be solved or not?Wen Run gave her a step, and she was afraid that she would go down in a hurry, and at the dinner table again, everyone had a glass of wine and joked, and the unpleasant incident was quickly exposed as if it never happened at all.

But today she doesn't know what's wrong, when Wen Run said this, she heard it even more harshly, remembering the face of the eldest wife who insulted the third room in front of her, and felt that the third room is now biased towards the eldest room. It was beyond the law of the heavens, and I really felt it was ridiculous and angry. I stared at the lady's eyeballs and then glanced at Webster, snorted softly, and muttered small words: "There are such things in this world! Being bullied to the face I'm still trying to please, and I don't know who is the proud one... I want to learn such a skill, I can scold people for nothing in front of me, but the horses slapped in front of me... "

The hair on the eldest wife's neck stood up with a trembling, and she remembered the words she scolded in front of the second wife the day Sanfang arrived in Dadu!

She really wished she could jump back to that time and slap herself hard a few times, what a cheap mouth!Mouth cheap!Fighting for a moment is now blind!The apprehensive eldest wife carefully turned her gaze to her husband, in exchange for a panicked and reproachful stare from the elder.

Wen Run closed his mouth, and glanced at a few unclear-looking masters and wives indiscriminately, feeling a little angry in his heart.The grievances of Sanfang have always been a lot, but it has gradually improved since the third master became prosperous. After Wen Le brought his family back from Fuchun this time, the first and second masters carefully currying favor with them undoubtedly showed their current position Mostly because of the love of the third master, the third room didn't retaliate more, what does it mean to mention it now!Deliberately give Wechsler some unpleasantness, or deliberately give yourself some unpleasantness! ?

No one expected that Webster became angry the next second.

She raised her brows and slapped the chopsticks on the bowl, then turned her head and stared at the second wife sharply, her whole body was full of majesty: "If you are hungry, continue to eat, if you are full, eat as soon as possible." Leaving the table! Staring at the bowls and chopsticks, babbling a lot of nonsense about you, but your parents never taught you not to eat or sleep!?"

Everyone in the room was stunned.

If the entire Wen family said they had the best temper, Wen Run, who was known as a modest gentleman, would not be ranked first. Wen Run was indeed gentle and polite, but he was never polite to those who offended him. Back then, Wen Xianmin and Wen Xianli In Wen's residence, he never dared to embarrass him face to face, because it would make him even more embarrassed.The third master is not bad-tempered, he never loses his temper with his servants, but after all, he is a person who has been mixed up in the officialdom, and he will always have that kind of arrogance in his heart, which often makes the two elder brothers in the family who want to fight for their heads very difficult. .Not to mention those in the other rooms, but everyone in Wen's family knew in their hearts that the wife in the third room had a really good temper.

Wei's concubine was born, and in a family like the Wei family, she was bullied by her aunt when she was young. After she married into the Wen family for a period of time, she was proficient in all the tasks that a woman should know except account management. It's just probably because of her timidity, she was very different from other grandmas when she lived in Wenfu.She never loses her temper and said something else. For a person like her, even if her subordinates bully her head, she will probably end up wiping her tears and being wronged.

But now, when the second wife saw Wei Shi's gaze, she was so frightened that her whole body trembled and her back straightened unconsciously.

Then it took a long time before she realized that she was so ashamed that her face turned red with anger: "You..." She wanted to say that you, who didn't know what to do, taught you to call her sister-in-law drink it! ?

The second master really understood his wife, and he had a bad heart, so he stopped drinking her suddenly: "Chang Xiang shut up! Brother and sister are right, if you are full, go back soon!" No matter how unhappy he was, he didn't It was directly because of such a trivial matter and the reason why Sanfang was tearing her face apart.

The second wife pointed at Webster aggrievedly and complained to the second master: "Listen to her..." Listen to what she said!

Wei Shi didn't take it seriously at all, and just glanced at the second master coldly, his eyes were full of warnings.

Naturally, the second wife also saw this glance, and held back half a sentence in her throat, unable to vomit it no matter how hard she tried.

Holding the bowl in her hands, the eldest lady lowered her head slightly, wondering in her heart, but I haven't seen him in a few years, how did Webster develop such a grand manner.

Brothers Wen Run and Wen Le looked at each other again, and were amazed in their hearts. Although Wen Le had worked hard to create an environment where Webster could say the same thing after arriving in Fuchun, it was the first time in such a long time that the two of them were from themselves. Seeing results in his hard work, if the results don't come out, then the two of them, the instigators, will be shocked into it.

The second wife was so frightened that she sniffed and aggrieved to eat with chopsticks again. She didn't dare to raise her head to look at her sister-in-law until the banquet was over. There is a dignified and soft taste in the eyebrows.

On the second day, the king of Jianjun came to the door again, but Wen Run didn't see him again, and Wen Le volunteered to meet him.

Guests of King Jianjun's level will naturally bring them to the largest and most luxurious courtyard in Wen Mansion. There is not only warm geothermal heating, but also special personnel to light fires at [-] hours a day, and many professional decorations. Forced tools, such as tea sets, ancient calligraphy and painting scrolls, etc. Of course, these tools of this era are quite different from what people are familiar with in later generations.

King Jianjun tightened the hem of the robe he was holding tightly in his hands, only to feel that the sweat in his palms became more obvious. He was wearing a rich golden red court dress made for him by the emperor, but his face was as white as snow, and he was obviously very nervous.

He paused, although his upbringing prevented him from uttering bad words, he still subtly persuaded Wen Le: "You don't need to be so polite as a first-class nobleman, I'll be fine if I drink plain water..."

"How can I do that! The king of the county is my distinguished guest! Naturally, the honored guests should be treated well. Isn't drinking a cup of tea warming up in the cold weather!" The scorched tea leaves were poured out to the side, and a handful of fresh ones were grabbed, and while they were stir-frying, they boasted: "It's not me, I have learned about [-]% of my elder brother's tea art, and I have seen the prince drinking tea with my elder brother, What’s so delicious about a bunch of green leaves when boiled, I stir-fry it like this, it has both the fragrance of tea leaves and the taste of charcoal, it’s the best!”

As he spoke, his eyes lit up, he picked up the teapot next to him and poured water into the copper pot, only to hear a "sting" sound, and a thick smoke gradually rose from the copper pot, and the pungent burnt smell entered the nostrils along with the smoke raged.

Wen Le laughed loudly: "My eyebrows are so fragrant!"

King Jianjun was extremely restless. He stared stupidly at the yellow liquid with gray powder floating in the pot. He watched Wen Le smash the olives with a mallet and throw them in. Then he chopped half a piece of ginger and a piece of garlic into it. There is powdered sugar in it, smelling that smell, if reason told him to be dignified and prudent, King Jianjun might spit it out right now.

Wen Le scooped five or six spoonfuls of brown sugar into it, and threw in a few milk cubes. Looking around, he still felt that it was not enough, so he called out to the girl outside and said, "Ginkgo! Go to the small kitchen and find me half a piece of milk." Come sauerkraut!"

King Jianjun couldn't help interrupting him, and waved his hands again and again: "No more sauerkraut, no more sauerkraut..."

"Just drink it like this?" Wen Le tilted his head and looked at him with a regretful expression, "I think it would taste better with some sauerkraut..."

King Jianjun shook his head with a very small frequency but very fast, and spoke clearly: "This is very good, and the taste will change if you put sauerkraut."

"Ahahahaha!" Wen Le smirked heartlessly as if he was embarrassed, stirred the pot with a spoon, turned the charcoal fire, and then picked up a spoonful of tea soup to slowly leak it down, showing the tea color to King Jian. Half-thawed garlic cloves and green onion leaves can be vaguely seen in the yellowish-blackish-reddish liquid, like the vomit that has been stirred in the stomach and half-digested and spit out again. Cold.Wen Le didn't seem to notice his discomfort at all, she was still selling melons to Wang Po, "I didn't put garlic last time, I always feel that it lacks flavor! If Wang Ye likes salty and sweet food, I will bring you some more." Yanba, I personally like to drink sweet ones, I don’t know if you are used to it or not!”

King Jianjun swallowed his saliva, and before the water boiled, he wanted to go back and escape the catastrophe after finishing his work early, so he looked around and said: "When will Xianrun come back, this king thinks that there are some things to do in the mansion today. If it is too late, this king will leave without waiting for him."

"Don't worry, brother, I'm afraid he'll be back in half an hour. In half an hour, don't we just chat casually? I just like to make friends!" Wen Le's eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, as if I am quite proud of being able to become friends with Jianjun Wang, but I flattered him vigorously. Seeing that the tea soup was boiling, I quickly scooped up the bottom bowl and handed it over, my mouth full of invitations, "Come, come, come, This is my favorite work, if the prince doesn't try it, it's really useless to get to know me!"

King Jian Jun swallowed his saliva, looked at his excited face, he really had no face to refuse, so he could only take it, held it in his hand, and didn't drink it.To be honest, if he hadn't known the virtues of the third-bedroom young master of the Wen family before, he would definitely think that Wen Le was trying to make things difficult for him, but he knew too well that Wen Le didn't have the guts. In other words, the king of Jianjun, who is known as a gentleman, really has no way to treat other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.He asked himself to be sincere, even though the death of the princess was not directly related to himself, he still felt sad and painful for many days.For the sake of the common people in the world, he got rid of the prince who only knew how to live a luxurious life and didn't know how to govern the people. Even though the prince fell in love with him, he didn't have the slightest hesitation in his heart.And after the prince's death, he didn't let the prince's lineage completely ruin his descendants because of cutting the grass and roots, but kept guarding Wen Run carefully until he grew up to such a large size. He didn't give up on himself just because he was a cripple, but worked hard to improve his walking posture Don't let others know about your stubborn illness.How could he, a person who was extremely cruel and strict to himself, get a reputation for arrogance and pride just because of a bowl of tea that might not taste very good! ?

Although Wen Le is not as high-ranked as him, King Jianjun feels that he has never cared about this. He can treat those eunuchs who are neither male nor female in the palace with courtesy, so how can he lose face casually?But this bowl of tea really made him hesitate, he stared at the tea soup carefully, and only then could he catch a few faintly scorched tea leaves from the turbid soup leaves.

Wen Le took a big gulp from the bowl by himself, but it actually tasted pretty good when he was young in Hyundai.When he was ignorant, he regarded raw noodles as a delicacy in the world. Now, a bowl of sweet soup, if it doesn't look disgusting, he shuts his mouth and drinks it with a straw without knowing it, at most it just tastes a little different.

King Jianjun wanted to wait for Wen Run to return to the mansion, but at the same time he really didn't want to let this thing enter his mouth. He was gulping down, King Jian wanted to tear his eyes out, how did he drink this stuff! ?Is Fu Chun so poor? !At the beginning, this person dared to come to the door to beg for a cook for the sake of food, why did he go to Fuchun for a short time, and even this kind of unknown object was regarded as wine! ?

Thinking of it this way, he couldn't help but feel guilty. The warm and tanned appearance scared him at first, because of the good-looking facial features, after that, the King Jianjun didn't think too much except being surprised.Today, Wen Le's gobbling attitude made him slowly relax his mind, thinking about what kind of life the two brothers lived in Fuchun.

One was tanned like a ghost, and the other was skinny like a child...

The kind-hearted King Jianjun couldn't help the sadness in his heart, and Aiwu and Wu's treatment of Wen Le softened. Seeing Wen Le's hard work in selling, he unconsciously lowered his head and took a sip.

"..." A mouthful of tea soup was in his mouth after he regained his senses, it was hard to spit out and swallow...

There was a soft thing in the tea soup, he fiddled with his tongue, and found that it was the garlic clove that was about to melt, he shivered in disgust, his teeth chattered, and he didn't know what he bit, his mouth suddenly began to tingle.

"Drink! Is it delicious!? I think it's delicious!" Wen Le still smiled silly.

King Jianjun tried his best to let go of his mind, and swallowed the mouthful, his eyes began to turn red uncontrollably.He tried hard to hold back the desire to vomit rolling up in his throat, and put on a paler smile: "Yeah."

Wen Le hurriedly added another bowl for him.

Thinking that his county king would have to wait for a long time after entering Wen's house as usual, Xiao Li yawned after packing up his things, and decided to take a good rest when he had time, so he lifted the curtain of the car door and planned to tell the driver to let him see When you are your prince, you have to call yourself.

As soon as he opened the car door, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his prince who stumbled out from the gate of Wen's house. Xiao Li was startled, and jumped out of the car to help him up. He was even more surprised when he got closer.

His family's usually handsome and handsome prince had a green face at the moment, his eyes were red as if he had cried, his neck was poked in a bitter face, and his hand was trembling slightly as he covered his stomach.

King Jianjun usually has a pale face, but this paleness may not be a different kind of feminine beauty. What he cares most about is his image in the eyes of others and his reputation among the people. Appearance and reputation must be obtained.A gaffe like today is truly unprecedented.

Thinking that his prince was not feeling well, Xiao Li trembled in fright: "Your Highness... what's wrong with you?"

King Jianjun supported his arm, turned his head and nodded goodbye to Wen Le who smiled and sent him out, then used all his strength to speed up his pace, and whispered to Xiao Li: "Barrel... Is there a barrel in the car! "

Of course there was no barrel in the car, Xiao Li frantically found a pair of trousers to change and tied up the trousers for King Jianjun, who almost couldn't wait to spit out the trouser legs.

It was really vomit, dripping and landslide, when the weird smell mixed with garlic, scallion, big sauce, brown sugar and stomach acid wafted in the car, even the battle-tested Xiao Li couldn't help but tremble.

Finding a secluded place and throwing away the water-seeping pants quickly, Jianjun Wang heaved a sigh of relief, drank a full pot of clear water before recovering, and fell on the stool of the carriage, unable to even move his fingers .

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Wen Run was practicing calligraphy in the study, when he saw Wen Le walk in with his hands behind his back and a look of regret on his face. He stopped writing, washed his hands, and asked curiously, "Jun Wang is gone?"

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, what a pity," Wen Le sighed, with deep reluctance in his eyes, "Why do we have to leave tomorrow? King Jianjun is too much for my appetite, I really hate him Tonight, it would be great if we could get to know each other earlier, I must meet him for tea every day."

Wen Run was a little jealous, I don't know why he suddenly felt this way, but this kind of feeling has never happened to Wen Le.He looked strange, and his expression was a little unfriendly: "What did he do to you? Could it be that he transferred most of the Yinzhuang to you? I seldom hear you praise others like this. It must be because you really have a good impression of him." .”

Wen Le closed his eyes and glanced at him, laughed, and took a few steps to run quickly and jumped onto Wen Run's body.Wen Run hurriedly held Wen Le's butt with his wet hands, thinking that his face-changing was like flipping through a book, which was unreasonable.But he really cared about Wen Le's evaluation of King Jianjun, so he insisted on asking Chou Yinmao: "Didn't you still hate him so much yesterday? What did you talk about today that you suddenly fell in love with him like this?"

Wen Le's arrogance almost couldn't fit the small room, and he was so proud that his squinted eyes burst out with colorful lights: "You are too vulgar, how can my appreciation for him be words? What can I describe? His taste, hobbies, and talents all make me admire, and I have met a bosom friend!"

Wen Run put on a wooden face, feeling even more impatient with the annoying King Jianjun.

……

As the feudal lord, Wen Le could not stay in Dadu for too long. It took only ten days from the time they stepped into the gate of Dadu to this day. The emperor had issued a decree for them to leave as soon as possible.

This time, Wen Le went far better than the last time. Not counting hundreds of family members with Fu Chun and his brothers, the entire convoy had as many as [-] carriages, all of which were pulled by good horses. When drinking tea, Wen Le asked King Jianjun for it. King Jianjun was a good man who kept his word, so he sent the housekeeper to send the horses to the gate of the city early in the morning to put them on the reins.The Wen family who didn't come to see them off last time all arrived this time, and there were nearly a hundred relatives with their aunts. None of the officers and soldiers who were called to defend the city dared to say more. Wen Le and Wen Run slept until the sun was high. When they came hand in hand, there was no room for so many people inside the city gate, and they all sent them outside the city gate to wait. They are gone.

Wei Shi came first in a soft sedan chair. After she lost her temper at the dinner table that time, she seemed to have an enlightenment, and she suddenly realized how to be a qualified lady. Wen Le saw her standing The carriage said goodbye to the rest of the wives in Wen's mansion unhurriedly, with a posture that no one dared to underestimate. Anyway, as far as Wen Le saw, those aunts and uncles who were originally very arrogant towards Sanfang were all a lot more cautious All of them were extremely gentle, and Webster only nodded in response to a word.

When he got out of the carriage with Wen Run, the people who saw him off were all excited, shouting, "The Sir has arrived!" and rushed forward. The first ones were the Eldest Master and the Second Master. Let Wen Le know clearly that he gave something.

"Le'er, Second Uncle is now a half-bodied person who has fallen into the loess. After all, the Wen family has a promising person like you. Even if you go tomorrow, you can feel at ease." The second master seemed to have forgotten the dispute the day before yesterday, and came up to pull Holding Wen Le's hand and refused to let go, he said with emotion: "It's just that I can't let go of your second cousin after all, Li'er is spoiled by your aunt, and people in their twenties don't see much promise. I only hope that you can give him a hand, and the second uncle will definitely be grateful to you."

Wen Le smiled, patted his hands and said: "It's natural, Fu Chun's form is not good now, if I have the chance, I will definitely not forget my family." Ah bah, pull you?When the third master gained power, he pulled you two into the court. I have never seen you thank the third house for this.

The second master was relieved, and immediately let go of his hand. The elder master took advantage of the gap and grabbed it again, and said affectionately: "Le'er, besides your second cousin, don't forget about the big hall brother, sorry. Son, he's 25 now, if I don't start a foundation, my body... I don't know how long I can take care of him!"

Wen Xianmin looked very ashamed with his head down. That's right, at his age, he would be brought here by his father to beg for mercy with his young cousin. The role of being aloof at the beginning was completely reversed. It's strange that he can remain calm.

The old man didn't say a few more words, another group of people came out of the city gate, and the great momentum made everyone turn around to look, only to realize that it was the strange King Jianjun who had come again.

King Jianjun's complexion was worse than usual today. He walked slowly with a young man supporting him, passed through the passage that the crowd automatically gave up for him, and came in front of the Wen family brothers.

Staring at Wen Run for a while, he was obviously disappointed, so he could only softly say to Wen Le: "The first-class nobleman needs to be careful all the way back to the fief this time. If you have time in the future, please write more letters."

Wen Le nodded, and said with a smile: "Next time we go back to Dadu, the king of the county and I will have another drink. We had a great chat yesterday!"

Wen Run noticed that King Jianjun's face became a little strange, and his smile was obviously forced. Thinking about what Wen Le said about falling in love with King Jianjun, he couldn't help wondering if King Jianjun was using his hypocritical trick again. To deceive Wen Le's feelings, he frowned and interjected between the two of them, wanting to quickly get rid of the god of plague: "His Royal Highness the King of Labor County is here, and the grassroots are really terrified. It's a pity that it's getting late, and if we don't set off, I'm afraid it will be late at night." You will not be able to settle down in the neighboring towns."

The King of Jianjun had melancholy in his eyes, and felt very sad because of Wen Run's sternness and sternness towards him. Wen Run was the only person he felt sorry for in his life, but he refused to give him a chance to make amends until later. Dadu, they are afraid that they will not be able to meet each other for a long time.

He sighed, there were people on the left and right, he couldn't say more, he could only ask meaningfully: "Take care all the way."

Take care of your uncle, Wen Run imitated Wen Er's behavior and rolled his eyes in his heart, secretly scolding the county king, a hypocrite who has fooled himself into it, I am afraid that he will never be able to truly understand what he is guarding against him for the rest of his life——