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On the way to Xishan, the splendid lights are just coming on.
Song Nian Returning to his own residence, not sure if it can be called a 'residence'. Formerly indifferent to people, with a clear and simple heart, although he has three thousand henchmen, the total number of people in the residence is only three, apart from the master, there are only two maidservants bought to serve tea, pour water, and cook.
The room is not large, with a simple structure, only a couch and a table. Song Nian lay on the soft couch, thinking about what his adoptive father had said. It seems that the eunuch is using him as a bargaining chip to maintain his position. He doesn't know what the queen looks like, but regardless, he needs to find a way to withdraw. In a week, it will be the queen's marriage proposal. As long as he makes a wrong move or falls short, he can give his adoptive father an explanation. He only wants to be a successful merchant, not a villain. Since he can't go back to modern times, he has to start living the life of a wealthy man ahead of time.
Song Nian was still contemplating his business plan when he suddenly heard a commotion outside the door. Opening the door, he saw the only two maids in the mansion, Qing'er, standing at the door, looking hesitant.
Seeing Song Nian open the door, Qing'er blushed suddenly, at a loss for words. She fidgeted with her clothes, unable to speak.
Qing'er has just turned fifteen and has a gentle and timid personality. Even a slight scolding can make her kneel down in fear. Song Nian is quite helpless about this. Sometimes he secretly wonders if he should let Qing'er stay in bed and have her do whatever she wants.
On the other hand, the slightly older Cui'er is mature and steady, with a hint of being a little parental. Occasionally, while wandering around her own home, you can hear Cui'er scolding the little girl, while Qing'er always keeps her head down, looking like a sulking gourd.
Song Nian doesn't mind at all, instead finding Qing'er adorable. But Cui'er, who was hiding behind a tree in the courtyard and peeking, couldn't bear it. She raised her hand, revealing a slender white finger, and pointed it at Qing'er's head, admonishing, "Why are you so foolish? When asked to pass on a message, you act all fidgety. Is the young master going to eat you?"
Qing'er did not retort, just lowered her head and remained silent, allowing Cui'er to scold her on the side.
Song Nian found it amusing, coughed to interrupt Cui'er: "Alright, Qing'er has a gentle personality, don't make things difficult for her. What happened in the mansion?"
Qing'er glanced gratefully at Song Nian and quickly lowered her head, her blush deepening.
Cui'er saw the young master asking and folded her hands at her waist, performing a proper salute before speaking, "Young master, the son of Master Chang is visiting the mansion, saying he has something to discuss with you and is waiting in the front hall."
Master Chang? Song Nian searched his memory and nodded, "I understand. I will go to the front hall now. Cui'er, you don't need to be too restrained. It's just the three of us in this house, so relax a bit."
"Thank you for your kindness, but it's Cui'er's duty," Cui'er replied respectfully.
Song Nian saw this and didn't say much. It's not easy to change the old habits of the ancients. He would slowly train these two little maidservants later.
Song Nian had just stepped into the front hall when a chubby man took three quick steps and then two more to embrace him, saying, "Boss!"
Seeing the approaching human tank, Song Nian trembled and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Stop! Just stand there, don't move!"
Wei Hu awkwardly smiled and touched his nose, "Boss, it's been a few days, why are you acting distant with me?"
He had never met Wei Hu, but in the entire Daqian, the only person he had a close enough relationship with to be able to stick together was this maternal uncle.
Wei Hu has an optimistic nature and doesn't care about what just happened. He smiled and said, "Boss, you have to help me this time. Wu Yuyan bullied me. He held a banquet at Qujiang Pool in Qujiang Garden, and when the wine came to me, I spontaneously composed a poem. As a result, that guy said in front of all the talented men and beautiful women in the imperial capital that my poem was no good. I, as his uncle..."
"Is it just you?"
Song Nian It's not surprising for there to be gatherings and banquets in this era, even though the historical context is vastly different from what he knows. This doesn't mean that famous figures from future generations will disappear. Some people, even with the changes in history, cannot conceal their true talents and knowledge.
"Qu Shui Liu Shang" is a refined activity where Wang Xizhi and his friends and literati would gather for poetry, wine, and singing. But who would hold a "Qu Shui Liu Shang" event late at night?
Moreover, he looked up at Wei Hu, who had a fat head, big ears, and a bulging belly in front of him, and he didn't seem to have the demeanor of a literary scholar. As for Wu Yuyan and Song Nian, I have heard of them. Wu Yuyan is the son of the current prime minister Wu Rusong, and Daqian is a famous playboy. I didn't expect them to have the leisure to mock this simpleton.
Wei Hu looked at Song Nian with a questioning look, adjusted the square scarf on his head, and chuckled, "I may know a little, but the boss knows better. And now that the Shonguan's beauty has arrived, Shonguan Yaohua is currently the emperor's favorite, so it's not easy to see her normally. So, to catch a glimpse of her true beauty is truly a rare opportunity."
"Boss, you have to help me this time. Wu Yuyan made me look bad in front of Shonguan Yaohua. Who am I? I am the honorable uncle..."
"De de de"
Song Nian quickly waved his hand, feeling a bit unable to bear this silly person. However, he was very interested in the quan shui liushang that he had only seen in books before, so he agreed to Wei Hu's request immediately.
Wei Hu was immediately moved to tears and opened his arms to embrace him.
He was really afraid of the Tiger tank and raised his hand as if to strike.
Wei Hu ran away, quickly darting out of the house...
Qujiang Garden
On a warm spring day, the Qujiang River is gentle and warm, with peach blossoms reflecting on the banks and willow catkins dancing in the air. The moonlight and the lights complement each other, creating a scene like a fairyland on earth. Boats gently sway on the lake, while the sound of silk and bamboo music fills the air. The pavilions and towers along the shore are arranged in a picturesque manner, and by the lake, literati and scholars enjoy each other's company, toasting and laughing.
Song Nian and Wei Hu had just arrived by carriage when a gatekeeper came to greet them: "Hey, hey, Uncle, you're here again. Young Master Wu was just talking about you."
After all, Song Nian was the head of the Secretariat, and his appearance at such an occasion would inevitably cause a sensation and disturb the elegant atmosphere. He disguised himself in a scholar's robe, grew a goatee, wore a square scarf, and pretended to be Wei Hu's assistant. As an Director, it was easy for him to put on such a show.
The man's voice attracted the attention of many people, and someone shouted loudly, "Uncle, you're here again. Where did you find this Scholar? Don't let him embarrass himself like you by writing bad poetry."
Some young girls whispered to each other, "That Scholar looks handsome and refined. I wonder if he's married?"
"Quickly wipe it off, your lovesick drool is about to drip out."
The gatekeeper led the two inside, and along the way, they saw many young scholars gathered in groups under the flower pavilion. As they walked, Song Nian saw that they were all scholarly young men, mostly in their twenties, and rarely did he see anyone over thirty.
Song Nian I felt strange when I furrowed my brows lightly, but after careful consideration, I gradually understood.
Wu Yuyan's father is the current prime minister, a leader among civil officials. Almost half of the officials in the court are students of the prime minister. However, these people will also grow old and die from illness. So, the scholars and officials who attend the Qu Shui Liu Shang today will take the place of those people. When they first enter officialdom, if they can be promoted by the prime minister, how could they not devote themselves wholeheartedly?
Song Nian I rubbed my chin, it seems that this prime minister is ambitious, and the situation of queen is not optimistic.
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