After dressing as the male protagonist's younger brother, I entered the marriage

If you don't smell it, follow the steward of Dingguohou's mansion to Dingguohou's box.

On the way, the butler smiled and said: "I heard that you can have a private room if you recharge more than 5000 taels in your store, so our master specially ordered me to book a room and put a plaque on the door of the private room."

Eyeballs quivered slightly.

Plaque... Plaque?

There are custom-made boxes on the left and right of this road, some with chrysanthemums at the door, some with celadon water tanks with landscape paintings, and water lilies floating in the tanks, and some with fragrant wood hanging on the left and right, with couplets carved on them.

But each of the private rooms only has a forearm-length wooden sign on the door, which is written with the owner's own name, or "Dingfengju" or "Hermit in the Bamboo Forest", which is a bit uninhibited. Just write your name.

Walking around the corner, a burst of flowers hit.

If you can't smell it, you stop, silently leaning on the wall.

In the front box, two clerks were pressing the table. A tall man was standing on the table, with an inkstone in his left hand and a pen in his right, splashing ink.

Jian Hong is like a literati who stands on the top of a mountain and does not stick to rope and ink. He makes paper and brushes, expresses his feelings directly, and sprinkles his feelings on this plaque vividly and vividly.

——Because it was too vivid, the black ink under the words just written slid down along the lines of the plaque, like thousands of willow branches with green silk ribbons hanging down in spring.

If someone passes by with a candle at night, if the color cannot be seen clearly, it may be a horror story...

Jian Hong narrowed his eyes, raised the ink-tick brush in his hand, and frowned, "There's too much ink on it."

The two guys said cautiously: "Master Hou, can I change the plaque for you?"

"Forget it, let's make use of it." Jian Hong held the inkstone brush in one hand, pulled up his shirt with the other, and jumped off the table.

The hearts of the two guys trembled, "Slow down."

The corners of his mouth twitched when he smelled it, and looking at the two black finger prints on Jian Hong's shirt, he thought to himself that you should worry about him rather than yourself.

It was night when he entered Dingguohou's mansion that day, he only glanced at it but didn't remember it, but today he saw it, hiss—isn't this the one he often saw when he was exercising in the morning?

He ran outside the city wall every day, and practiced light kung fu by the way, and whenever he met people, he would hide with light kung fu, so he had seen Jian Hong, but Jian Hong had never seen him.

If he can't smell it, he sighs in his heart, he is actually the Marquis of Dingguo, how can such a vigorous general have such a son?

It's true that the tiger father also gave birth to dog sons, and the strong general will also give birth to counselors!

What a pity.

The housekeeper respectfully said: "Master, the second son of the Wen family, I brought it for you."

He glanced at the butler, with some doubts in his eyes, and saluted Jian Hong with a smile, "If you don't hear it, one of the owners of Liu's Tourist House, thank you Lord Hou for your support and love for our Liu's Tourist House! "

Thinking of Ding Guohou's recharge of 5000 taels, the smile is much more sincere.

But said that the night before, Jian Hong discussed with the housekeeper.

"I'm going to see my two nephews tomorrow, what gift should I bring for them?" Jian Hong sat at the table with a confused look on his face.

The butler stood beside him, thinking about it.

"Yes, I heard that the Eldest Young Master has a brilliant literary talent. In a place like Yushuge where there are a lot of talents, he can get the first place in the examination. If you want to come to the tribute, why not give him a peerless painting or a rare ancient book?" the housekeeper said.

When Jian Hong heard this, he patted the table and sighed, "Famous paintings and ancient books? Where did I get those things!"

"This……"

The two of them were frowning, thinking about what they had at home.

"Shall I go to Qifangzhai to buy some good ink? Then go to Yan Ruyu to buy some good paper and books, wrap it up and give it to the eldest son?" the housekeeper suggested.

"Okay, this is good!" Jian Hong was overjoyed, "They are scholars, they just love to read. You can ask Yan Ruyu, if there are any strange books, can you pack them up and give them away!"

"He must like it!"

After negotiating to give something that can't be smelled, the two smiled happily.

"If you don't want to do business, there is no one who doesn't love money." Jian Hong rubbed his hands and said, "How much money does our family have? If you want it, send it!"

The housekeeper shook his head, "Master Hou, do you want to recognize these two nephews now?"

A trace of worry flashed in Jian Hong's eyes, "If Qiushui had mentioned me to them, these two children would know that there was such an uncle as me. But they have been in the capital for nearly a year and have never looked for me. Oh, Qiushui, I'm afraid I don't want to mention the old days."

"Forget it, I'll just be an outsider and protect them in private."

The housekeeper pondered: "If you take care of her privately, I'm afraid it's not good to give such an expensive gift?"

Jian Hong nodded, "That's right, let's find an excuse and think about how to avoid their suspicion and still accept the gift."

……

The next day, just after the list was released, the servants of the Dingguo Marquis Mansion who were waiting at the bottom of the list rushed to the front. They were startled by the man who fell from the sky, and they still did not forget to take a look at the list.

When the man who fell from the sky slipped away from the sky, he rushed out and told Hou Ye that if he heard it, he won the number one.

"Okay, as expected of my nephew!" Jian Hong laughed loudly, "Hurry up and take out the banknotes you prepared, let's go to Liu's Tourist Hall and send the money!"

There are many rich merchants in the capital, and many officials in the imperial court also have some industries under their hands.

The Great Xia Kingdom encourages commerce and only requires merchants to pay high commercial taxes in a timely manner.

Jian Hong is a military general and knows nothing about businessmen. Fortunately, Lao Dingguohou's family is rich, and he saves money on food and expenses. There are not many servants in the family. After Jian Ji was driven away, the family immediately lost a lot of expenses.

5000 taels, but I can afford it.

Since its opening, together with Jian Hongliu's Tourist Hall, there are a total of seven customized boxes.

"Okay!" Jian Hong looked at Wen Bu, with nostalgia in his eyes, and Jian Hong's eyebrows and eyes were very good, almost like Qiu Shui.His younger sister is weak. If she hadn't lived in a boudoir for a long time, there might be a famous beauty in the capital.

I also don't know how that bastard Wenyin made his sister think so much that he will not marry you!

But eloping with Wenyin is better than entering the palace.

Jian Hong didn't blame Wen Yin, he felt happy seeing Wen Bu who was outstanding.

This is his relatives. Jian Ji's ineffective thing really followed his parents' roots.

Hearing that these two children have suffered a lot, Jian Hong couldn't hide his distressed eyes.

If you can't smell it, you take a step back silently and rub your arms.

The old man looked terrified...

"Cough." The butler coughed.

Jian Hong immediately restrained his expression, put his hands behind his back unnaturally, and said, "What about my name?"

After smelling it, he raised his head and looked at the three crooked characters on the plaque - "Come to Yinju".

If you can't smell it: "..."

What's scary is the winding ink beneath the crooked characters.

"Snapped."

A drop of ink gathered under the plaque fell, and it was falling at Wenbujiu's feet.

Jian Hong looked at the plaque and looked down at the drop of ink at the same time.

The corners of his mouth twitched and he clapped his hands, "Master Hou's handwriting is really magnificent and eclectic. He is really a role model for our generation!"

"It's a great honor to have your calligraphy in the Liu's Tourist Hall!" He praised it in an exaggerated tone and with a passionate expression.

A black line hung down Jian Hong's forehead, and a fake smile appeared on his face: "It's easy to say, you are too polite."

Turning their heads, the two of them coincidentally showed no expression on their faces.

"It turns out that Lord Hou likes to be flattered. If I brag a little more, maybe he will forget about me hanging his son on the wall." If he didn't smell it, he thought blankly.

"Oh, my nephew is really good at flattering. I'm Lord Hou and he's a commoner. If I show a displeased expression, I'm afraid he'll be disturbed. It seems that I have to behave better." Jian Hong thought blankly.

Turning their heads, both of them had bright smiles on their faces.

"Master Hou, please." Open the door if you don't smell it, "Let me introduce you to the facilities of the box in Liu's Tourist Hall..."

"This mahjong table is flat and square, just like Lord Hou's upright style. It is really a role model for me to follow!"

"This screen is painted with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, just like Lord Hou's character, noble and modest, low-key and elegant, well-known and admirable!"

If you can’t smell it, point to each place, and add a word of praise to Jian Hong during the introduction, and even add a sentence when talking about the playing methods of mahjong and poker: “These playing methods are like a general overcoming obstacles on the battlefield. Be smart, a brave and smart man like Hou Ye is worthy of a game like mahjong poker!"

"Ha, ha, ha..." Jian Hong's smirk could hardly hold back.

Touch the hoarse throat if you can't smell it.

The two of them sighed inwardly at the same time, being the boss/uncle is really hard work!

At noon, outside the tribute courtyard.

Dao Wenhao turned pale and knelt down on the ground.

The officers and soldiers next to him looked at each other and said in a low voice, "This man has been dying since he read the list. Hiss...it seems that he failed the list."

"Thousands of examinees, it takes 300 people, tsk tsk, what kind of talented and intelligent people can stand out." Another officer said, "This kind of thing is not surprising, it happens every time the imperial examinations, and last year there were people who jumped into the river! "

Dao Wenhao felt ashamed and angry when he heard the buzzing in his ears.

These people must be talking about him!

How could he fail the ranking!He is a great talent in Yong'an County, a talent who was specially approved by the Holy Spirit to study in Yushu Pavilion!Why is his name not on the list!

Dao Wenhao clenched his fists, looking at the No.2 unsound name on the list, his face blushed.

The news of Yushu Pavilion must have spread, and the news that he will be second in the exam and he failed the ranking, what will the classmates think of him?In Zhongjun, only he and Wen Bucheng were specially approved to enter the Yushu Pavilion. In the past, when people heard that he was called a talented scholar in Yushu Pavilion by the emperor, they all looked up to him, but Wen Bucheng was bullied by He Youcheng because of his poor family. , The classmates are far away from him.

Now that he failed the ranking, he won't be able to make it to the list. This is like a hundred thousand slaps on his face!

"How could it be! How could it be!" Dao Wenhao cried as he hammered the ground.

Just at this time, a carriage stopped outside the Gongyuan, and the man with a black face opened the curtain, and when he saw the person kneeling on the ground, his face paled in shock.

"Brother...is that you, brother!" Dao Wenguo leaned half of his body out of the window, shaking his hand and stretched out towards Dao Wenhao, tears streaming from his eyes, "Brother, I have been looking for you so hard!"

"Our family is gone! Brother woo woo woo..."

The Fourth Prince's Mansion.

A guard with delicate features and a handsome face knocked on the door.

Inside the room, a lazy voice said: "Come in."

The guard entered the door, smiled obsequiously, and knelt on the ground, "My son greets his godfather."

On the couch, Tuanhuahua in a robe cut her nails with nail clippers, gave him a sideways glance, and said lazily, "I know you have such filial piety, get up."

"Thank godfather." The guard stood up and asked, "How is godfather?"

He looked at Tuanhuahua's face, and said, "I brought my godfather medicine for sores, you have been hit by the board, you need to rest well."

"Shut up! My eunuch's ass hurts when I hear the board!" Tuanhuahua snorted coldly, lying on the couch sullenly, "Fortunately, the people in the punishment room are all my eunuch's godsons, otherwise my eunuch's life will be gone, you still don't want to die!" Can you see me?"