In the early morning of the second day, Wang Mei woke up to the sound of reading aloud. It is the children in the ethnology not far away who are enlightening. Wang Mei lay on the couch, and naturally distinguished the number of children in his ears, and then he was a little surprised to find that the courtyard, which was still empty last night, had ten more strange breaths at this time.

The footsteps of these people are light and heavy, some are eager and some are slow, some have not left the vestibule with half a pillar of incense, and some have been shuttling back and forth in the back stove in the front hall for more than two or three times. Apparently there were men and women, sprinklers and servants.

It seems that in the short hour when she didn't get up in the morning, the housewife of the Wang family mansion has already started a day's work. This familiar fireworks reminded Wang Mei of the bits and pieces of Wuyi Lane. My mother also got up before dawn every day and began to arrange family affairs. Whether it is treating guests or treating the disciples in the clan, before the daily pilgrimage, they must have taken care of it properly.

This is the clan, even if there is no contact for hundreds of years, the rules and habits inherited within it will not be easily changed, and it can even be said to be unchanged, although the terrain of Jiankang and Jinyang is different, but the basic layout of this house is very similar. This point was noticed by Wang Mei when he quietly spied on it last night.

"Mei Langjun, Lang Jun of the big room has been waiting in the front hall for a long time." Just when Wang Mei was dressed properly and tied his hair behind his head with a plain belt, Meng Seal's voice sounded from outside the door at the right time.

Wang Mei opened the door, and sure enough, he saw that a group of slaves were already lined up under the porch, bowing their heads and kneeling, and when her clogs passed silently past the people, the heads of these slaves were lowered—the northern Lang Jun had taken off his clogs and put on the leather boots of the Xianbei people for a long time.

However, the scholars' yearning for the doctors of the Jin Dynasty made it difficult for them to give up the clogs. However, after the Shi clan crossed to the south, few people were able to wear clogs silently. Just stepping on clogs and passing silently is a very important thing to show your identity in the Northland.

Therefore, Wang Mei just walked past the people, which made these servants of the northern land instinctively more awe-inspired. Wang Mei didn't see these people becoming more and more respectful, and she understood the reason for this after a circle in her heart, she sighed slightly, no wonder the little men of Jiankang mentioned the Northland, and they were disgusted and disdainful with a look of politeness.

The front hall and the backyard are not far apart, and Wang Mei's mind turned around and he came to the front hall. As soon as she stepped into the main hall from the north gate, she felt a wave of hostility attack. After Wang Mei's cultivation of the Shuang Ling entered the second turn of the second order, he became more and more sensitive to distinguishing between the wishes of friends and enemies.

I saw a young man in a wide coat sitting on the main seat of the main hall. This Lang Jun's eyebrows and eyes are a little similar to yesterday's head of the family, but his face is not as wide as the head of the house, but a little slender, with his blue eyes, beautiful and beautiful, but a little more enchanting.

When Wang Mei arrived, this young man was closing his eyes and recuperating. It was evident that this morning was too early for him. Wang Mei had already heard the sound of Meng Seal on the way here, and learned that this little Langjun didn't know why, so he rushed to knock on the door before dawn, as if he was a moment late, and Wang Mei would disappear.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mei slept until this time before getting up, which made him wait for two hours.

On the side of this young Lang Jun, two Lang Jun with slightly simple clothes sat on the left and right. At this time, these two Lang Jun were looking at the ground with their hands lowered and their eyebrows, and it was not until Wang Mei stood in the middle of the front hall that he realized that there was an extra person in the room.

"This is Mei Xiaolang from the south?" Lang Jun, who was sitting in the right position, felt something different, opened his eyes to adjust to the bright daylight, and then opened his mouth to ask, with some sleepiness in his voice.

Wang Mei didn't know the purpose of this person's intention, but her behavior of occupying the throne still made her frown, and turned to Meng Zhen on the side and said, "Drive this rude person out of me." ”

Her voice was neither high nor low, but it was clear enough for everyone in the room to hear it. The bewitching young man's eyes on the throne first widened in disbelief, and then he was annoyed - since he was born, no one has dared to sweep him out of the house! This is just a southern son who ran to avoid trouble, how dare he be so presumptuous?!

Seeing this, the two little men beside him hurriedly interjected:

"Wang Mei! You are bold! Do you know who our Lang Jun is?! How dare you be so presumptuous?! ”

"I only know that yesterday this courtyard has belonged to me, and today someone will come to my main hall to occupy the magpie's nest! And the Jinyang Wang family's Lile family has been heirloom for a hundred years, and this kind of transgressive thing will definitely not happen among the children of the Wang family! Since you are not the children of the Wang family, what scruples do I have if I drive you out?! ”

Wang Mei's words fell, and Meng Zhan had already stepped forward directly, and the young man who admired the precious man wanted to struggle to stand up and scold, but he found that he was stiff and couldn't even move. This sudden unknown change made this boy suddenly frightened in his heart, and his eyes that were originally full of anger were full of surprise and awe at this time.

People are always in awe of the unknown. Wang Mei saw that Meng Zhu's coercion had overwhelmed the three people present who had lost control of their bodies, and he knew that he couldn't do it too obviously, so he ordered Meng Zhu: "Escort the three of them to the patriarch, and say that I have caught three Xiaoxiao who trespassed into the private house today and handed them over to the patriarch for disposal." ”

"No." Meng Zhan nodded, and the majestic body stood in front of the three Lang Jun, lined with the early morning sun, covering a large area of shadows.

Seeing Meng Zhu carrying the three people and disappearing outside the door, Wang Mei sat down in the main hall, and a maid put the court food for her, Wang Mei still tasted some of the usual tastes, tasted the taste, and put them aside. Now that the Six Desires have gradually tried it, she has already tasted the connection between the Five Senses, the Five Desires and the Seven Passions. Even, even the love of "meaning", after Xiao Boyuan's incident, she has already tasted the gains and losses in love.

Wang Mei read "The Essence of the Star Fight" again in his mind, and sure enough, he found that a follow-up exercise of Shuang Ling had appeared, the content of which was to immerse Wang Mei in the six desires, and then get rid of the six desires, through the six desires, strengthen the coordination between the seven emotions and the viscera, and promote the balance between the viscera, and the rise and contraction of the meridians can finally be balanced.

In this way, her viscera can no longer be controlled by the seven emotions and six desires, so that she can be refreshed and transparent, and the third turn will be completed. Wang Mei's eyes turned, and the eyebrows that were originally frowning because of the need for cultivation gradually loosened, if it is said that in this world, in the place of indulging in the Six Desires, in addition to health, where can it be more convenient than the four great scholars of the Northern Dynasty?

Thinking about this joint, Wang Mei rubbed his hand with the warm handkerchief given by the maid, and then asked with interest: "At this time, the autumn breeze is pleasant, I don't know where the flowers are still like brocade in this Jinyang City, which is convenient for wild travel?" ”

The maid watched the words and expressions for a long time, and when she heard Wang Mei ask, she was not shy, and boldly recommended herself: "If it is said that this Jinyang will begin to be cold after autumn, but there is a place where the fallen leaves are extremely beautiful, and its leaves are fiery red, and the leaves are colorful and falling together in the autumn wind, like fire clouds on the edge of the sky." If Lang Jun has the heart to travel, the slave is willing to guide the way. ”

Wang Mei tilted his head and looked at the servant girl who knelt down with interest, sure enough, as long as there is power, there are people clinging, even if she has not been in contact with the prosperity and power of the human world for five years, but this handmaid can't hide what she thinks.

She shook her head and smiled, there are many people in this world, and she herself is not exempt from vulgarity, so why should she criticize others? Thinking of this, I didn't feel a little excited, waved my hand and sent away the maid who was slightly disappointed, and ordered someone to bring a guqin in the room, while stroking the qin to delight my hearing, while waiting for the return of Meng Seal.

Autumn can also be quiet.