Chapter Ninety-Three: The sensational Hangcheng Xiao Sanyuan

This is the seventh month of Chunge's return to the southeast, and this month there is a major event that circulates among the people of Hangzhou.

"Do you know, we have a little three yuan in Hangzhou." A middle-aged man drinking tea in a teahouse seemed to know something.

"Little Sanyuan, we don't lack it." Another middle-aged man who drank tea said a little unimpressed, thinking that the most important thing they lacked in Hangzhou was genius, and far away, the great Confucian official Peng was from their Hangzhou, and closer to it, Murong Ye, the first genius in the southeast, was from their Hangzhou, so it was trivial to say that they had a small Sanyuan or something in Hangzhou.

"You're lonely and unheard, this time you got the little three yuan." The man suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked around, and then whispered, "Lord Guan Peng's son." ”

"What, Lord Guan Peng's son is the little Sanyuan this time." The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaim.

He didn't call and no one paid attention to him, but when he did, everyone's attention was focused on them, and their eyes widened one by one. Just silent for a while, the whole teahouse was boiling, it was full of all kinds of conversations, the content of which was nothing more than Chunge's father and Chunge's little Sanyuan. At this moment, the middle-aged man who revealed Chunge's identity at the beginning smiled strangely, then slipped out of the teahouse, reported to a person hidden in the shadows, and quickly left, as if he had never appeared at all that day.

The man who had been hiding in the shadows, all the time with his back to the crowd, finally turned around after hearing the report, and the face was not Anu who was. I saw Anu look at the enthusiasm caused by Chunge's identity with satisfaction, and then turned back.

In the courtyard of Murong's house

Murong Ye shook his fan, and walked towards Chunge handsomely: "Brother, it's because you're about to become a pot of porridge." Murong Ye closed the fan and said jokingly.

"I really don't know what the ingredients of this pot of porridge are, is the flavor strong?" Since it was Murong's joke, Chun Ge replied very seriously.

"The freshly baked little Sanyuan turned out to be the only son of Lord Guan Peng, this time he vowed to sweep the literary world, I don't know if this material is serious? Murong found a place to sit beside Chun Ge and looked at Chun Ge with a play-watching eye.

"It's really heavy." Chun Ge finally took his eyes off the book and looked at Murong Ye: "I'm afraid that this material is double-processed." ”

"You're not surprised at all." Murong admired Chun Ge's composure very much, this news, the entire southeast literary world, and even the literary world with Su would regard Chun Ge as a thorn in the side, but Chun Ge was not in a hurry.

"Surprised, this pot of soup was originally prepared by me, how could I be surprised." Chun Ge's expression was quite a feeling of seeing a poor dagger, which was diametrically opposed to the Chun Ge that Murong knew. This is a message from Chun Ge to Murong Ye, an opportunity to make friends or not.

"I never dare to underestimate your original thoughts, what kind of idea did you have?" Murong smiled bitterly, Chun Ge, a young man he couldn't see clearly, everyone might be deceived by his young appearance, but only those who really get along with him will understand the terrible thing about this young man, you never know where his bottom line is.

"Idea, are you sure you want to know?" Chun Ge was not in a hurry to answer, but stared at Murong Ye fixedly.

Murong Ye is not a fool, since Chun Ge asked this, it shows that Chun Ge believes in himself to a certain extent, and this is just a stepping stone, or an invitation, inviting him to join Chun Ge's camp. Murong Ye did not hesitate: "Yes." He expressed his position in just one word.

"I want the southeast and even the entire literary world with Su to be my enemy." Chun Ge and calmly said something that even an idiot wouldn't say.

"You're crazy." Murong exclaimed.

"You're stupid." Chun Ge glanced at Murong angrily, and then said: "You think, after I am a celebrity, even if I learn well, I will inevitably live in the shadow of my father, and what will the entire Shilin say about me and how will I look at me." ”

"Question you, everything about you will come to the wrong place." Murong's brain is still very good sometimes.

"Definitely." Chun Ge agreed: "But if I first appear in their lives in a hostile way, then what they will see will be more of my official Chun Ge as a person, you say that in the future, when they really see me face to face, they will find a person who is diametrically opposed to the rumors, what will they think." ”

"What do you think?" Murong smiled: "Of course, I have a great impression of you, a descendant, official son." ”

"It's a purpose." Chunge picked up the tea on the table next to him and took a small sip.

"And the purpose?" Murong Ye can be regarded as a five-body thrower, and he really underestimated Chunge's appetite.

"Of course, what I really want is to get rid of my father's influence." Chunge has had this idea from the beginning, in Chunge's growth, he has known more than once that his father is everywhere, but if Chunge wants to make a career, he must show his personal ability, and he can't let anything cover his light, at least at this time when he first appeared in people's eyes, he needs to be radiant, not to be questioned after carrying a famous master.

"Awesome." Murong couldn't help but give a thumbs up, Chunge's thoughts, he couldn't reach him: "By the way, didn't you say that it's a double material, and there's a heavy material?" ”

"I didn't add that." Chun Ge smiled mysteriously: "It's those fools in the southeast who are clever about themselves. ”

Murong didn't know who the idiots Chun Ge was referring to, but since Chun Ge didn't want to say them by his real name, he just didn't have the time to talk to him, so he didn't ask, "Do you need me to do anything?" ”

I saw Chunge's hand patted Murong Ye's shoulder very naturally: "You, as long as people know that I am close friends with you." ”

"You guy is trying to use my crazy name to confirm the news that you are arrogant." Murong immediately knew Chunge's intentions, this can also be regarded as a tacit understanding, when he just wanted to be proud, a thought flashed into his mind: "You wanted to live here with me, and you wanted me to guarantee you, wouldn't it be for today." ”

Chun Ge glanced at Murong and said lightly, "What do you say?" ”

"What the hell did you grow up eating, it's too perverted." Obviously, Murong believes that everything is in Chunge's expectations, so Chunge's mind is too deep, and almost every step is carefully calculated, such a person is said to be perverted, or is it too light.

"Rice." After Chun Ge squeezed out the word from between his teeth, he picked up the book again and ignored Murong Ye anymore.

Murong Ye saw that Chunge was doing his own thing again, so he had to Nunu and play alone.

Three days later

"Knock knock" A son came to the official mansion of a scholarly family in Hangzhou, and he was followed by a house slave. These two people waited for the official family to come out and open the door, but unfortunately the servants of the official family seemed to be lazy today, and these two people waited for a long time and no one appeared.

The person passing by looked at this picture, and he was envious, why envy. It turned out to be this waiting son-in-law, with a family bearing and an extraordinary face, even passers-by couldn't help but look at it, only hated his daughter for not having an official family background, otherwise he would definitely recruit this son-in-law as a son-in-law. And the son who everyone paid attention to was Chun Ge, who had just come out of Murong's house, and he heard the news today that the general had returned to his house, so he led Anu to hurry over.

At this moment, the closed officials finally opened, and a person came out of it, and when he saw Chunge, he asked with a smile: "I don't know what happened to the son." ”

"Please ask the little brother to inform the second master, and say that the little three yuan in Hangzhou will meet you." Chunge took the opportunity to hand a tael of silver to the person who opened the door.

"Okay, Childe, you wait." The man turned and went in again.

Looking at the closed door, Chunge remembered that six or seven years ago, the first time he stood here, it was also against the closed door of the mountain, time was in a hurry, but he was not the helpless child back then.

"Boom" The door of the official mansion opened again, and the man said to Chun Ge with a respectful face: "The second master is invited, you follow the little one in." After saying that, the man made a gesture and asked Chunge to come in.

"There is labor." Chunge entered the government again after seven years. The years have not left any traces in the official mansion, and the official mansion is still the official mansion in Chunge's memory, but this time he came in as a guest, which is ridiculous.

"Little Sanyuan, the second master is inside, and the little one will leave first." The man led Chun Ge to the courtyard of the second uncle, and then turned back, but he always felt a little strange, this guest was called Xiao Sanyuan, such a strange name, and I don't know if it was a flash of inspiration or something, the man suddenly remembered: "Hangcheng Xiao Sanyuan, isn't it the son of the third master, you have to tell the uncle quickly." "That little guy knew Chunge's identity, and without saying a word, he ran to the official uncle.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said to Anu who was following him: "You wait outside the courtyard." He didn't listen to Anu's answer, but went in by himself.

The courtyard is still a courtyard, but Chun Ge returned this time, adding more nostalgia, Chun Ge knocked on the door of the second uncle's study: "Hangcheng Xiao Sanyuan, today I came to visit the general official." ”

I heard a voice from inside the door: "Come in." ”

Chun Ge gently pushed open the door, he saw the second uncle who had been absent for a long time, the second uncle at this time had a lot more gray hair, and looked much calmer, and suddenly, a sadness surged into Chun Ge's heart. Tears were stored in Chunge's eyes, all these years, so many days, he didn't even dare to think about it, he was afraid that if he thought about it, he would be out of control, and when he met again, he knew that this was the second uncle who treated him very well, but the second uncle no longer knew him, a child who had left home. Today, Chunge can finally admit that he is homesick, misses his relatives, and he is home.

"Second uncle, I'm going home."