Even if he was keeping the year, of course Uncle Quan didn't sleep, and an old man like him didn't sleep much, and when Qilin came to call him, he was drinking alone. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wine was brought back from the palace by Gong Tuo, rewarded by the emperor, Uncle Quan has been cherishing, because he was willing to take it out this New Year, the kitchen sent food, he was used to drinking wine and eating peanuts, and put a circle of unpeeled peanuts on the edge of the mud brazier, the charcoal fire was too strong, the peanuts were burned, he rubbed his hands, his hands were black, a few peanuts in a sip of wine, and he was comfortable.

"Uncle Quan, Master Hou asked you to come over. ”

The unicorn stepped into the threshold, the rich aroma of wine mixed with the rich aroma of peanuts and dishes, filled this room, and Uncle Quan was drunk, holding a stoneware wine bowl in one hand and a burnt peanut in the other, humming a small song that could not hear the lyrics clearly, listening to the unicorn say that the public lost and called him, his sparse and gray eyebrows moved, and then he smiled, holding the wine bowl and said to the unicorn: "What can Hou Ye say?" If you are not in a hurry, come, accompany me to eat a bowl. ”

Qilin really aroused the gluttony for the wine, grabbed the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, Uncle Quan hurriedly took the wine jug down, and said: "It's a pity, isn't it a waste of this wine that you drink like this." ”

Qilin said in his heart, do you use such a broken wine bowl to match this good wine, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "You can go with me quickly, I still want to gamble with the Golden Eagle after handing over this errand." ”

This Chinese New Year, the mansion is happy, the public loses Tuo Qi to open a box of silver, and rewards these several long-term followers who have made great contributions to him, especially the Golden Eagle, the public also bought a house for him in the capital, and is preparing to marry him a wife, not only the Golden Eagle, many stewards and hard-working slaves in the Hou Mansion have their own houses, they are slaves in the Hou Mansion, and they are the masters when they return home, just like the nurse Zhang Mama of Xiuqing mentioned earlier, she arranged at home, and her daughter-in-law also beat her legs.

With Uncle Quan's age and qualifications, he can have his own house, but he refuses to accept it, feeling that Gong Tuotuo is good enough for himself, and then asking too much is greed, he is willing to guard the ancestral hall for decades, and this place seems to have become half of his home, at this time slowly stood up, slowly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Qilin urged him: "You come back and clean up, Hou Ye wants me to go back quickly." ”

Uncle Quan smiled gently: "This Chinese New Year, Master Hou must have asked me to reward me, and there will be no urgency." ”

Qilin grabbed the household in his hand and threw it away, pulled him and ran to the door: "Master Hou is not in a hurry, I am in a hurry, I will be in a hurry if I go late, but there will be no place for me." ”

Uncle Quan threw him away: "Anyway, I'll put on a leather robe and a fur hat." ”

Slowly went to the cabinet and turned out the leather robe and leather hat, and nagged while wearing them: "This is all given to me by the Hou Ye, saying that it is from far away to Tatar, and the tenth winter wax moon will go to the old north wind to stop, the cold air is hard to penetrate, I am precious." ”

Because of Gong Tuo's respect for him, Qilin listened impatiently to his nagging and dressed neatly, and when he went out of the room, the old man's footsteps were a little staggering, and Qilin supported him: "You are drunk, can you go to Yilan Garden?"

Uncle Quan stood in the wind and said with a smile: "It's okay, as soon as the wind blows, my wine is almost sober." ”

When the wine woke up, the person was also old, and it was only a matter of a while for the Qilin to run up on the way to Yilan Yuan, but Uncle Quan walked for a long time, and when he entered the door, he did not forget to rub his feet on the blanket at the door, and dusted off his leather robe, and took off his fur hat and slapped it a few times, and only after the verbosity did he enter with the Qilin.

"The old slave has seen the Hou Ye and the young lady. ”

He wanted to kneel, but Gong Tuo jumped down to support him, pulled him to sit on the edge of the kang, he refused to die, and finally Qilin moved a drum stool for him.

"What is the matter with the old slave?"

Uncle Quan sat cramped on the drum stool, in front of the master, it stands to reason that he should stand or kneel to reply, Gongchuan Tuo treats him like a father, but he still regards Gongchuan Tuo as the master.

Gong Yi looked at Lan Yi, thinking about how to ask the thief who trespassed on the ancestral hall, afraid that he would be careless and make Uncle Quan feel cold to him, if there was no Uncle Quan to save him that year, he would have become Yu Wenyou's knife ghost, that year he was fifteen years old, returned from studying art in other places, Yu Wenyou had already set his eyes on him, and lied in the downtown that someone assassinated the king and killed him, and cut it with a knife, Uncle Quan hugged him, so the relationship between them was extraordinary.

Lan Yi knew that he was embarrassed, and said for him: "That's the case, I caught a thief in the ancestral hall tonight, I restrained him with a hole hand, how can he be too big, I wanted to come back and find someone to help tie him up and hand him over to the Hou Ye, but when I went back to see, the person was gone, you always look at the ancestral hall, can you see that person?"

Hearing that there were thieves in the place under his care, Uncle Quan was taken aback: "The old slave didn't see anyone." ”

His expression was natural, not like he was lying, but there was something that he didn't know, and asked: "Ke Lanyi said that he wanted to ask you for help at that time, but you weren't there, ...... Where did it go?"

Uncle Quan immediately said: "I'm old, I don't like to watch fireworks and firecrackers, and I can't be idle, so I can walk around the courtyard of the ancestral hall, maybe the young lady will look for me at that time." ”

This reason is very credible.

Lan Yi said, "I've been talking to that assassin for a while, and you haven't heard our conversation when you're wandering around?"

Uncle Quan pointed to his ears: "The old slave is old, and his ears are not clear and his eyes are unknown." ”

Lan Yi felt that he was contradictory, and his voice was not amplified when he talked to him before and now, he still couldn't hear it clearly, but he was sure that he didn't see anyone, and he couldn't help it.

Gong Yi waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, you go back." ”

Uncle Quan stood up slowly, saluted Gong Tuo and Lan Yi, turned around slowly, Lan Yi suddenly said, "Uncle Quan, why is there blood behind you?"

Uncle Quan shook it like a stick to someone, turned left and right, wanted to look behind him but couldn't see it, so he slowly knelt down towards Lan Yi and Gong Tuo.

Gong Chuan Tuo didn't see where Uncle Quan had blood, and when he saw him suddenly kneeling, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Yi smiled: "Why should Master Hou deceive himself, you know that Uncle Quan has something to do with that thief, and if you favor Uncle Quan like this, it will only make him fall deeper and deeper." ”

The public transport is in the clouds.

Uncle Quan was in tears.

Lan Yi stretched out his hand and helped down: "When you get old, you say that the ancestral hall has not lost anything, the ancients knew that mistakes can be improved, and the Hou Ye will not embarrass you, we just want to know, when did you meet that thief? What did he want you to steal? What is his whereabouts? That is, who instructed him." ”

It is too ridiculous to conclude that Uncle Quan and the thief are accomplices based on the bloodstains alone, and Gong Tuo said to Lan Yi: "You are too arbitrary. ”

Lan Yixiu's eyes flashed, and he hid a smile inside, even if he didn't know everything, it was eight or nine, and he glanced at Gong Yituo: "Uncle Quan himself admits it, and Hou Ye is still so partial." ”

The more she pressed Uncle Quan with her feelings, the more uneasy the old man became, his lips trembled, and his hands trembled, his head slammed on the ground, and he choked up: "Young lady Rongyu, the old slave did not collude with the thief, but the old slave ...... him Killed. ”