Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

From the outside, the Shangshu Mansion looks like a regular official of the third rank, but inside it can be called "a hole in the sky".

Pushing open the door, there is an eight-foot-high Buddha statue in front of you, and two blood-red corals are placed in the corner.

If ordinary people saw this Buddha statue and coral, they probably wouldn't think it was so rare.

But Jiang Yi often went in and out of the palace, and had seen many rare things that were paid tribute to Yan Palace from other places, and felt in his heart that these things were not as low-key as they seemed.

The servant who led the way seemed to have noticed Jiang Yi's gaze, and said with a smile, "Master Jiang, what did you see?"

"The Buddha statue is not bad..." Jiang Yi said lightly, "Can I take a closer look?"

The servant showed a troubled look: "Master Ruojiang can look at other things if he wants to, but I'm afraid he can't do it with this Buddha statue. My master treasures that Buddha statue so precious, it's really..."

Jiang Yi withdrew his gaze: "It's okay, just forget it if you can't see it."

The whole body of the Buddha statue is white, and there are faint blue lines on it. Just looking at it, you can tell that the material is of extraordinary quality.

This kind of jade material is not common in Yandu, and it usually comes from other places as tribute.Although Jiang Yi is not an expert, he can vaguely guess that the quality of the blood jade coral next to it is probably not inferior to those placed on the concubine hall of the harem.

At first glance, it is really low-key, and it is more elegant and tasteful than those rich people who have golden statues in their homes.But that bottle of Jade Buddha alone is probably worth far more than those golden statues.

Jiang Yi didn't speak, but subdued the anger between his brows and eyes, his face was livid, and his hands hidden under his sleeves trembled slightly.

In the past, how many percent of the yearly tributes paid to Dayan by those small foreign countries went to the treasury, and what percent fell into the hands of the Ministry of Household Affairs?

Do those people at Yushitai eat nothing?I can't find out this, and I am impeaching endlessly about those trivial matters every day?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he followed the boy in front to the living room in the mansion.

The living room should be a layout specially designed by Song Shangshu, and all the furnishings are exquisite.

Sandalwood was lit in the stove, and huanghuali was used for the table table, with intricate patterns seared on it with gold thread, and I don't know how long it would take manpower and material resources.

At this time, a group of people were gathering together, and they didn't know what they were looking at, and their voices were a little noisy.The middle-aged man on the main seat looked up and saw Jiang Yi coming in, a smile suddenly broke out on his face, and he walked down the white jade steps very enthusiastically: "Master Jiang is willing to show his face to the banquet, which really makes the humble house flourish." Hui."

What a humble house.

What a fluffy one.

The red light of the coral against the Jade Buddha statue almost didn't blind people's eyes.

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on the servant on the side, squinting his eyes slightly, and found that these people looked dressed in low-key clothes, their muscles under the material were tense, and they were ready to go. on the ground.

He looked back calmly, pulled the corners of his lips and smiled: "Song Shangshu is absurd."

The name of the minister of the household department is Song Yuxiu, and it was probably five years ago that he took the position of minister.

He has always been accustomed to playing against the Longxi Army and the Ningbei Army, and has always reduced the allocation and supplies to the troops stationed on the border time and time again on the grounds that the treasury is tight.

For this reason, the old general Zhang Rong wrote a lot of papers to seek enlightenment from the sages, and each time he could only let these people stop for half a month, and then rushed back with relentless determination.

So this time Song Yuxiu invited him to the banquet, is he planning to start wooing him?

Jiang Yi secretly guessed a few possibilities of the other party's thoughts in his heart, but he heard Song Yuxiu say: "Master Jiang, this..."

His eyes fell on Pei Xiangyun, he looked him up and down unceremoniously, with a bit of meanness on his face, and he said with a smile: "Excuse me, the pockmarks on this little brother's face are really... too scary People, but the sequelae of some severe and stubborn disease? Will it..."

Pei Xiangyun's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

Although the person in front of him is not as round and fat as Fu Yuze, but as thin as a bamboo pole, it seems that the irony on the yellow face is more mean.

When Jiang Yi heard the sudden rapid breathing of the person behind him, he knew that the wolf cub was angry again.

He lifted off his robe calmly, and actually patted Pei Xiangyun's right hand lightly: "This is my servant. Although he looks scary, he is not infected with any serious illness, nor will he be infected with it." Song Shangshu, Shangshu can rest assured."

Song Yuxiu laughed twice: "I don't mean to be an official, but it is indeed a bit abrupt. I hope Master Jiang will forgive me."

The two of them talked and laughed on the bright side, but under the calmness, there was an undercurrent.

While dealing with Song Yuxiu's question, Jiang Yi looked at the people in the living room for a while.

Before he came, he vaguely drew up a list in his mind, estimated who would come and who would not, but he didn't expect that there were a few more people present than he expected.

"Song held a banquet at home today to let the adults relax..." Song Yuxiu said, "It's the New Year, so don't be too rigid about etiquette."

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on the back of him who was writing on the table with his back, with great interest: "What are you doing?"

"I have long heard that Pu Shilang has the ability of photographic memory. Song was very curious, and I just asked him to show it to everyone today. Song specially prepared a handwriting of famous masters that no one else had seen before and asked him to copy it. I can see the results."

Song Yuxiu courteously led him to sit down, and asked the servant to bring him a fruit plate and something to eat.Jiang Yi didn't move the delicacies on the plate in front of him, he just twirled the delicately shaped teacup with great interest, watched the group of people complimenting each other, and secretly remembered the faces of the people who came to the banquet tonight.

He has been in Longxi for four years, even though he has to go back to Yandu to report on his duties every year, not everyone can see him.According to what he saw, these people present were roughly divided into two factions.

Dayan respects the left side, officials with higher ranks in the court stand on the left side of the emperor, and those with lower ranks stand on the right side.And the seat arranged by the Minister of the Ministry of Households is probably also arranged according to this rule.

On the left are his cronies, and on the right are those he doesn't know well or who he wants to win over.

And he was placed on the right side by him.

As for Pu Yan being able to blend in with this group of people, he really did not expect it.

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange.

He had inquired about this person's background before, and learned that he was from a poor family when he was young, and he devoted himself to studying. Now he has climbed up to this position step by step, which is really not easy at this age.

But if there is no one at home to help, there is probably no chance to climb up.

Jiang Yi looked at his side face, and vaguely felt that he was much more haggard than the one he saw at the Yuan Xi banquet, his complexion was yellow, his eyes seemed to be dark blue, and he seemed to have not had a good rest.

Weird...

Why is he haggard?

Just as he was thinking, Pu Yan had already started to write.

He seemed to hesitate when he first started writing, but gradually the strokes became sharper, which was different from the original handwriting.

It's like changing the person to write.

The originally blank paper was gradually filled with bold and unrestrained handwriting, and it was done in one go from beginning to end, which is really pleasing to the eye.

Pu Yan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and signaled to the servant waiting at the side to unfold the closed scroll in his hand and pass it on to everyone.

All the people watching around made a sound of amazement and nodded in praise frequently.

Jiang Yi didn't believe how amazing the so-called "photographic memory" was at first, but after comparing the two pictures, he found that his previous thinking seemed to be wrong.

This is too similar, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the two pictures were written by the same person.

"Very good, Pu Shilang's photographic memory really lives up to his reputation..." Song Yuxiu clapped his palms and laughed, and in a good mood let the valet take a jade ruyi from the cornucopia set aside, "It's not Song's lie, everyone Your Excellency will meet you this time, right?"

There was a lot of joy in the seat, but Jiang Yi had to figure out the purpose of Song Yuxiu's visit.

Is it just to cheer everyone up here?

I'm afraid not……

Pu Yan took the seemingly expensive Yu Ruyi, but there was not much joy on his face.

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yi, moved his lips, seemed to hesitate to speak, and finally lowered his head and hurried back to his seat.

"Today, Mr. Jiang can come to the humble house, which really makes Song overjoyed..." Song Yuxiu raised his wine glass in Jiang Yi's direction, "It's true that the little girl is spoiled. She has admired Mr. Jiang for a long time, and she insists on inviting Mr. Jiang to come to the mansion for a visit." Say, there is so much trouble, I still hope Master Jiang Haihan."

Just now, the people who had formed a circle to watch Pu Yan's writing dispersed, and Jiang Yi discovered that there was a pretty girl sitting beside Song Yuxiu.

The girl had cinnabar on her lips, a faint amount of rouge on her cheeks, her eyebrows looked like distant mountains, and she had a shallow dimple when she smiled, not much similar to Song Yuxiu's ordinary eyebrows and eyes.

"Little girl Song Siyi..." Song Yuxiu introduced to everyone, "My lords are laughing at you."

It is not uncommon for Yandu's aristocratic family to marry. Everyone present can see that Song Yuxiu wants to curry favor with Jiang Yi. They compliment each other about "talented woman" and "well-matched family". Everyone will be lifted up to heaven.

Jiang Yi smiled modestly and politely: "Where is it, I have heard for a long time that the daughter of the Song Shangshu family is knowledgeable and reasonable, and it is my honor to be appreciated by the daughter."

Song Siyi seemed a little dissatisfied with her father's publicity of her girl's concerns in front of everyone, and she scolded lightly.

Song Yuxiu smiled and hugged her shoulders, pushing her forward.The girl's face was flushed, and she raised her skirt and walked towards Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes, avoiding the girl's shy and timid eyes, and ignored the whispers of the people beside him, as if he suddenly became interested in the pattern on the table case.

Standing behind him, Pei Xiangyun frowned, and before he said anything, he just watched the daughter of the Song family, Shi Shiran, take the empty seat next to the teacher.

Just as Jiang Yi was about to distance herself a little bit from her, the hand hanging under the table was suddenly grabbed tightly.

The author says:

When I was a child, the most touching thing about memorizing the "Book of Songs" was the phrase "Shu Shu Shuo Shu, I can't eat millet! A three-year-old girl, no one cares about me."

Uh, it seems that there is something wrong with my statement yesterday!

Gouzi is about to fall off the horse, but there are probably three or four or five or six chapters left!Don't be sad yet!Two more good days (what)