A Chronicle of the Growth of the General Manager in the Qing Dynasty

After Su Peisheng went out for a while, he brought two people in. Walking behind Su Peisheng was a young man who was about the same age as the fourth master. The whole is a handsome young master Pianpian.At the end there was an eight or nine-year-old boy with wide-open eyes, fleshy cheeks, and a folding fan in his hand. He was dressed in the same color clothes as the boy in front, looking childish and cute.

The young man in front seemed surprised to see the fourth master and the thirteenth elder brother, but he quickly realized that he pulled the boy behind him to salute: "Slave Nalan Fulton and his younger brother Nalan Fusen give thanks to the fourth master and the thirteenth elder brother." Greetings, Lord Thirteen."

Fourth master waved his hand to the sky, and said, "Get up, we all know each other, sit down."

Nalan Fulton pulled aside and was a little stunned. Nalan Fusen chose a seat far away from the fourth master and sat down. Nalan Fulton was still a little restrained, so he didn't dare to look up at the fourth master after sitting down. , while the younger Nalan Fusen sat down very calmly, and glanced at Fourth Master and Thirteenth Master from time to time.

The thirteenth brother found it very interesting and asked: "Just now, the master and the fourth brother heard the poems you made. It's very good..."

Nalan Fulton gave Nalan Fusen a sneaky look, and replied, "Master Thirteen, I'm sorry, my younger brother wrote the poem just now."

When the fourth master heard this, his eyes showed the meaning of scrutiny, and he turned his head to look at Nalan Fusen, who looked like a bun. The thirteenth elder brother looked at the little bun with his head bowed in a grievance. He was in a good mood and said, "Fourth brother, You can't accept it, you really have a child prodigy..."

The fourth master glanced at him and said: "Well, counting the romantic figures and looking at the present, this poem is indeed majestic and majestic. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I really couldn't believe that this poem was written by a child."

Since they walked in, Su Wen has been sizing up these two people without any trace. Since Nalan Fulton came in and met the fourth master, he behaved very cautiously, and this Nalan Fusen, although his superficial actions were also He was very reserved, but his eyes observed the fourth master and the thirteenth master from time to time, and there was still an unknown meaning in his eyes. When he heard the fourth master's words, there was a forced smile on the corner of his mouth. Su Wen felt in his heart that this Nalan Fusen should be The time traveler.

"Fourth Master praised it absurdly. This poem was not written by the slave. It was read by an old man when the slave was out for fun. It was only because the poem sounds good that I wrote it down."

The fourth master obviously had some doubts about his answer, raised his eyebrows and said: "Then this old man is a man of great talent. I don't know where he is now. If he can find it, it will be beneficial to the court."

Nalan Fusen was obviously prepared for this question, and said calmly: "The servant just happened to meet him when he was out for fun. I really don't know where he is now, and he disappointed fourth master."

Brother Thirteen seemed to believe his words, and said, "Oh? Then Fusen is really lucky, but there is also Fusen's credit here. You wrote it down, and now it is spread out, and let us know For such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, there is hard work without credit, right? Fourth brother."

The fourth master stared at Nalan Fusen for a long time before saying, "Thirteenth brother is right, how is Fuge doing now?"

Nalan Fulton cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your concern, fourth and thirteenth masters, my brother is much better now."

Brother Thirteen went on to say: "Since the big guys have met here, don't let down the beauty of this summer, how about writing a poem to appreciate each other?"

The fourth master also nodded and said: "Very well, don't be restrained, Fulton's talents are also good, just so you can learn more."

Nalan Fulton saw that the fourth master also agreed, knowing that he couldn't change it, so he nodded in agreement.

After a cup of tea, the thirteenth elder brother said first: "I just thought about a few words, and I will show my ugliness first. The fragrance of flowers will be sent in the afternoon, and the wind will be warm, and the grass will be bright in the morning."

The fourth master nodded slightly: "Yes, there is progress. I will also play a song. The wind blows the water and the moss is green, and Xiyu slowly urges Zhu Xia to come. The dragon scales on the embankment are cracked with ancient cypresses, and the hare's eyes in front of the court are blooming with new locust trees."

Nalan Fulton clapped his hands and applauded: "The scenery of the thirteenth master is very artistic, and the poem of the fourth master's Lixia also has a special flavor."

Nalan Fulton also read a few lines of poems afterwards, and the fourth master showed admiration, and then they all looked at Nalan Fusen.

Nalan Fusen read in a low voice: "Xiaohe just showed her sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on her head."

Brother Thirteen thought for a while and said, "I said, why is it so familiar? This is a sentence from the predecessors, and you just used it like this?"

Nalan Fusen knelt down and saluted: "Returning to the master, the slave was enlightened relatively late, and he is really not good at poetry. Please forgive the sins of the fourth master and the thirteenth master."

Nalan Fulton saw that his younger brother had knelt down, and he hurriedly made an apology. The fourth master said: "Get up, you must practice hard in the future, and don't lose your father's glory."

After the fourth master finished speaking, he waved his hand to let them leave, and the thirteenth elder brother said with some reluctance: "Fourth brother, is it obvious that Nalan Fusen doesn't want to show it?"

"Can I still not see it? There is something wrong with the previous poem. Since he said it was written by an old man who happened to meet when he went out to play, how could a child of his intellectual age remember it for so long after only hearing it once?" a poem by

Although Brother Thirteen is fun, he is good at learning. After savoring the poem carefully, he said: "But the poem is really not like what he wrote."

The fourth master obviously agreed, took a sip of tea and said: "Well, unless he is really another talented person after his father, there is an expert behind this."

"By the way, fourth brother, is this Nalan Fusen the first son of Nalan Xingde? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Fourth Master put down the tea in his hand and said, "Su Peisheng, tell Thirteenth Master what you know."

Su Peisheng got the fourth master's order and said, "Back to the thirteenth master, this young master Nalan is the third son of Master Mingzhu's second son, Nalan Xingde, and this Nalan Fusen is the posthumous son of Nalan Xingde. After his wife Lu's death, Master Xingde married a step-wife, but he was still unhappy. After being introduced by a friend, he met Shen Wan, a talented Jiangnan girl, and later took Shen Wan to live in the capital, but Master Mingzhu was determined. He objected to Mr. Nalan marrying this young lady Shen, so this young lady Shen was placed outside the mansion all the time. Later, after Mr. Nalan passed away, this young lady Shen gave birth to the child and handed it over to Master Mingzhu. , and then left the capital without knowing where he was going. This young Mr. Nalan Fusen is the third son of Mr. Nalan Xingde."

Brother Thirteen felt that he was about to be confused by Su Peisheng's explanation, "It's such a complicated relationship, isn't it just a matter of one sentence, this Nalan Fusen is the third son of Nalan Xingde and the grandson of Mingzhu .”

The fourth master glared at him, and said: "Well, Mingzhu also doesn't want more people to know about this, besides, Mingzhu always thinks that Nalan Xingde got seriously ill because of Shen Wan's bewilderment, and has never publicized it This Nalan Fusen matter."

Hearing this, Su Wen's desire to gossip also increased. This Nalan Xingde is Nalan Rongruo, who is very famous in later generations. Those classic poems have always been respected by people. The cruel love story has been remade into TV dramas again and again. That long dress, coupled with the extremely affectionate poems, has become the dream lover of many girls...

Brother Thirteen asked curiously: "Is this Nalan Xingde really that good? It seems that I often hear some rumors about him, even Huang Ama always talks about him. "

The fourth elder brother said with a look of recollection: "I only saw him a few times in the palace from a distance. I heard that he was intelligent since he was a child. Imperial Guard, however, his poems are indeed very good, but a little too sad."

"This bright pearl doesn't have the strength to recover now, and has been demoted again and again. It seems that Huang Ama is still biased towards the prince, and finally saved Suo'etu."

"Currently, this is indeed the case. However, things should not only be seen on the surface. Mingzhu has committed so many crimes. Huang Ama still didn't want his head. He was just demoted and retained. This is also a unique favor. "

"That's right, but Suo'etu is too arrogant now, and now the prince's newborn son has won the favor of Huang Ama. It seems that the family will dominate the court in the future."

"The world is unpredictable, Su Peisheng, send someone to watch this Nalan Fusen, and see who he usually associates with."

The thirteenth brother asked: "Fourth brother, you haven't let go of this matter yet?"

Fourth Master stood up and flicked the hem of his clothes, and said, "Let's stare first and then talk..."

After sending the thirteenth elder brother back to the palace, the fourth master returned to the mansion, stared at Su Wen for a while before saying: "Did you hear what I said today?"

Su Wen's back was slightly sweated by Si Ye's icy eyes, and he said: "Return to Master, today, this slave just walked around with Si Ye and Thirteen Ye, and didn't hear anything .”

After a while, Fourth Master said, "Well, step back."

After Su Wen saluted, he left the room. As soon as he went out, a gust of cool wind hit him, and he shivered involuntarily. This feudal society is really hard to live in. Maybe he will lose his head sometime.

Su Wen also gradually became familiar with the survival rules of this world. His current status is very low. He is still alive today, but he may become cannon fodder tomorrow. However, for the time traveler he saw today, Su Wen is really He didn't have any other thoughts. In his opinion, that traverser was Mingzhu's grandson. Mingzhu had always been in the big brother's camp, so he wouldn't foolishly recognize him.

The traverser should also know that the future throne belongs to the fourth master. As for how he will fight, it is none of his business. He should do his job honestly and save his life.

The author has something to say: The identity chosen by the traveler is Nalan Rongruo's son...

Let me reiterate again, the eunuch protagonist I set up actually has no other ideas, but just hopes to reflect the events of the time of seizing the throne and the struggle stories of other traversers with the eyes of the most ordinary passer-by.

In fact, I still sympathize with those eunuchs, they were all forced into the palace for various reasons, in the long river of history, some became villains who were reviled by others, and some left behind good ones Fame, but more have become victims of the feudal dynasty.

When I opened this article, I knew that there would be objections. Some people might feel that the protagonist is a eunuch, which makes people uncomfortable, but I still opened it. I have no other ideas, I just want to write an article that I like.

If you don’t like this setting, you can click x. Please don’t scold me. I really didn’t make any heinous mistakes. If it’s because of some plot mistakes, you are welcome to leave a comment. I will humbly accept comments and revisions... …