In the camp where the Yanshan Army was temporarily stationed, Shang Cheng drank a lot of wine.

He was drunk......

He couldn't stop drinking, and he couldn't stop getting drunk. As the old commander of Yanshanwei, the Yanshan soldiers in this barracks are all his old subordinates. Some of them had been under his command as early as the 18th year of the Eastern Common Era, some had been fighting with him on the grassland for 19 years, and some had been in Yanshan late, but they had quickly integrated into this vigorous and thriving collective. Everyone worked together to take care of each other on the cruel battlefield and formed an incomparably deep comradeship. They were his subordinates when it came to military affairs, they respected him, and his every word and order was scrupulously carried out. And outside of military affairs, he is their friend, brother and division commander, and they can talk and amuse him without restraint, make vulgar jokes, and pull their throats to scold their mothers. It is precisely because they respect each other and understand each other that when the Yanshan Guards won a series of brilliant victories one after another, he was the only one who could not be present...... Well, now the general is with you again! Although we will be separated again in a few days, it is precisely because of this that this moment is precious! Out of respect and affection for him, they kept toasting him, almost without stopping. In the end, he couldn't remember how many he had drunk, or even when he got drunk......

When he woke up in his bedroom, it was the next day. The warm sunlight projected into the room through the tribute paper pasted on the window lattice, and the quilt on his body was warm. When he opened his eyes, he could see a lot of tiny dust flying in the sunlight. On the small wooden cabinet on the kang head, there are two books. A few clean changes of clothes were neatly folded and placed on the edge of the kang; There was still a faint scent of honey locust on the clothes.

The hangover was not completely over, and his head was still groggy. He closed his eyes, trying to stare for a moment. But no, the right eye was uncomfortably dry, as if there was a rope in the head, and it was pulling the eye inward again and again. Alas, yesterday's wine was too much, and there was no taboo, raw, cooked, pickled, and lavender were stuffed into the mouth. Now that I'm comfortable, I'm afraid I'm going to have an eye attack! Fortunately, when he entered Beijing from Fangzhou, Dr. Zhu prepared several prescriptions for him, one of which was specially designed to deal with recurrent eye diseases. It's just that the medicinal herbs on the recipe are not far from the kind of bitter pills he has eaten for many years......

Thinking of those bitter and fishy pills, his drunkenness ran away for 108,000 miles.

He sighed and sat up, taking his shirt and pants to get up first. Let's hope he's worrying about it. Maybe the eye disease won't flare up?

It was about the sound of his sigh that he was heard, or the sigh of his shirt that alarmed others, and the curtain of the bedroom door was quietly cracked, and then he heard a low thud. Immediately afterwards, Sang Xiu and Zhennu entered the house, bowed their heads and called "husband", and the two girls knelt on the side of the kang, first helping him to put on new medicine and new eye masks, and then helping him to put on clothes and tie buttons.

Shang Cheng had no choice but to let go of his hand and let them help him pick it up.

Now, the two of them have officially become his concubines. A few days ago, the Ministry of Rites sent him their seals. The green silk pardon book is clearly written, because his Juelu, the two female babies, the Shangmen Sang clan and the Shangmen Chu clan, have been recorded in the Yingxian Boshang clan volume of the Ministry of Rites. At present, his daily life and diet are taken care of by the two of them. However, the two of them also knew the rules of the house, and never set foot in his little study; Yue'er and Pan'er are still cleaning up there.

Shang Cheng kept a blank face, raised his head slightly, and asked the real slave to help him comb his hair, and stretched out his two arms flat, and Sang Xiu helped him get dressed. The real slave helped him put on the household black gauze that he usually wears, and then squatted on the ground under the kang, holding his feet half-kneeling, helping him put on his socks and put on his shoes. He neither said a word nor spoke when they helped him do this, like a puppet at the mercy of others. It wasn't until they cleaned him up from head to toe that he muttered a "thank you" in a voice so low that he couldn't even tell the difference.

Yes, legally speaking, they and he are already family. However, he is still very close to them, and he has not slept with them until now. No, it's not that he dislikes or hates them. Because of their life experience, the two girls are both smart and agile and well-behaved, and they don't need others to wake up at all, they can know what to say and do. They were even more attentive to his service. He likes to read and think in the dead of night; As long as he has not rested, they will not sleep, even if he repeatedly asks them to sleep, they will still insist on serving him to eat and lie down for supper, and then gently close the door and leave quietly. And every day before he woke up, the two of them had already gotten up, prepared a green salt hot water towel for him to wash, and when he came back from the small competition in the house, there would inevitably be hot soup cakes on the table. They could even guess his opinion of each dish from the way he looked at it when he ate, and if he frowned at any of them, it wouldn't be in the next few meals...... is such two female babies, how can he have an antipathy for them?

No, he really didn't hate them! In the past few years, the heavy schedule of official duties has kept him from caring about his personal life. However, after all, he is also a person, a living person with flesh and blood and feelings, and he also has his own longing and yearning. Sometimes, when he is idle, he also hopes to be cared for and cared for by the opposite sex, and looks forward to having a warm and quiet family life. However, when the life he longed for suddenly appeared in front of him in the way he was present, he felt a little unacceptable for a while. It's not that he can't accept them, it's that this kind of life is too foreign to him...... That's probably not true. Perhaps it should be said that he is not yet able to adapt to this kind of life. More precisely, he has not yet been able to find his place in such a family, and does not know what attitude to adopt towards them. In his opinion, both of them should be his wives; But legally and traditionally, neither of them was his wife, but only his concubines. Look, he's making another mistake before he knows it! They are concubines, not concubines, and their status is much higher than that of concubines, and their status is much lower than that of their wives. That's where his problem lies. He was their husband again, and there was no doubt about that—they called him "husband"; But they weren't his wives. See, the problem was so complex, it was more complex than any of his previous graduate school subjects. What's more, he's only been a graduate student for a month and a half, and it's still very early to get his degree, how can he have the ability to solve difficult problems? However, he could have studied the matter as a subject. And with so many living examples around him to refer to, he is very sure that he will write a stunning paper. He even thought of the title of the paper, which was called "On the Historical Contribution of the Four Roles of Husband, Wife, Wife, and Concubine to the Ying County Bofu in the Yuan Dynasty of Zhao Chaodong".

There is nothing wrong with this title, it is the four roles of "husband and wife", one by one, which is the real reason why he wants to keep his distance from Sang Xiu and Zhennu.

From the day the Ministry of Rites sent the letter of pardon, Yue'er and their four girls once again entered the "Cold War period" with him. They no longer paid attention to him, even if they occasionally bumped into him at home, either turning around and avoiding him from a distance, or ignoring him. He knew why they were angry. His county earl has a wife and four wives, not to mention the difference between wives and wives in the court system, mentioning one thing one by one, Sang Xiu and Zhennu occupy the quota of two wives, how to distribute the remaining three titles? You must know that he is now a county magistrate, and if he wants to raise the title upward, it is far from as simple as breaking a mess city and killing a few small thieves. If you don't have the exploits of opening up the territory and expanding the territory, if you want to replace the plaque of "Ying County Bofu" with "Ying County Hou Mansion", don't think about it at all. Hey, he regretted it when he thought about it, he knew that there would be immediate trouble, and he should have insisted on not being the county uncle in the first place. Even if it is a fictitious founding marquis, it is also one wife and six wives, if it can be crowned as the founding prince, it will be one wife and eight wives. He couldn't help but think that if he had the foresight to pinch so many concubine positions in his hands first, he wouldn't be afraid to fight with Yang Du a few more times when the time came! And he can also take advantage of the situation to clean up the old thief. If this old man takes his daughter out and ruins his reputation everywhere, then he can give him a plan and let him taste the bitterness of "losing his daughter and then breaking the army"!

Alas, the idea of making Gu Shi suffer can only be thought about in his head. He didn't even settle the affairs of his family, and if he really wanted to marry Gu Shi's daughter back, he was afraid that the current "cold war" would become a "hot war". Of course, he prefers the "hot war" to the "cold war". With the ability of those little girls, he can easily pick them up one by one when he ties an arm, which is completely like an egg touching a stone! How could an egg touch a stone? Even if the world's eggs are united, the end will be the same......

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, sat down at the table, and began to eat egg noodle soup with a sigh under the service of Sang Xiu and Zhennu.

While eating, he kept sighing and sighing, and put too much sesame oil in the soup one by one! Hey, this Sang Xiu, he just casually said that day, the noodle soup seemed to be a little less fragrant, and she hated to put all the oil sellers directly into the pot. There is half a pot of sesame oil in a pot of noodles, how can people eat it? But he can't stop eating, otherwise, he might scare Sang Xiu out of something. He remembered that the clothes that Sang Xiu washed for him last time didn't know how to get a little grease and powder on them, he just frowned slightly, and as a result, Sang Xiu's face turned white with scare on the spot.

When he squeezed out a satisfied smile to eat and drink, Zhao Shishi came.

Shang Cheng held the bowl and asked, "Have you eaten it?" A piece to eat? ”

Outside the door, Stone told the guards that he was eating, and also knew the identities of Sang Xiu and the real slave. He greeted the two sisters-in-law with a smile, stretched his neck and glanced into the soup bucket, grinned and shook his head, "Forget it." Put so much sesame oil, aren't you afraid of getting tired? He didn't sit on the drum stool that the real slave moved to him, and said, "You eat first, and I'll go to Duan Si and say a few words." Call me when you're done. ”

Shang Cheng hurriedly put down the bowl one by one, he was indeed greasy with sesame oil, tore half of the dough cake and said while eating: "You come back!" I went to the yamen to do some errands, and I might not be able to come back until the evening. He said to Sang Xiu, who lowered his head and picked his fingers, "The noodle soup is very appetizing." Of course, it would be better if you didn't put so much sesame oil next time. The more he said, Sang Xiu buried his head lower. Looking at her frightened appearance, he wanted to pat her on the shoulder to comfort her, but after thinking about it, he wiped his mouth with the raised arm and said to the real slave, "Trouble...... This, you send a pot of tea and soup, and I will say a few words to the stone. ”

He sat down with Shi in the small study, and the tea was delivered. But the real slave himself did not enter the small study, but let the guards on duty send it in. There is not only tea soup with ginger and garlic foam, but also bitter tea.

Shang Cheng hugged the hot bitter tea, and felt a little warm in his heart. Being cared for and cared for is a happy thing in itself! His eye disease taboos ginger and garlic, but he rarely remembers it, and now that he has the two of them by his side, these little things that he usually can't remember by himself will be reminded at any time, which must only be good for his body.

He asked Shishi: "You are also a lieutenant from the sixth rank now, what are your plans next?" ”

Stone sat upright on the seat. He had only turned twenty-five years old, had been honing in the field cavalry brigade for a year, and had just returned from birth and death on the grassland, and the frivolity and impetuousness of his body earlier had long since disappeared without a trace. A pair of eyes under the two black and handsome sword eyebrows are still as clear and bright as before, but they are no longer looking east and west at any time as in the past, but have a little calm. He was now sitting in his chair, and he felt like a sword in its sheath. It's just that this sword is too sharp, and it can hurt both others and yourself. However, fortunately, he is still young, and there is still a long way to go in the future, and he can slowly hide the edge of his body in the days to come, becoming subtle and calm.

The stone said, "I came here today to talk to you about this." "Look, he's even speaking in a mature tone now! Obviously, he is no longer the prodigal who only knows how to gamble and make trouble.

"Do you want to stay in the capital?" Shang Cheng asked him. Stone is his brother, and he can not think about anyone else, but he cannot but think about him. He said, "If you are willing to be in Beijing, whether you want to be idle or lead troops, I can help you find a good position." ”

Shi smiled and said, "Then you can help me find a job that is both idle and rich." He stopped, thought for a while, and asked worriedly: "When I came from Bohai, I heard someone say on the way that you and Lao Agni Yang Du are a little on the wrong path?" ”

"It's just a big thing." Shang Chenghun said nonchalantly. He felt that it was better for him and Yang Du to keep the stone from knowing for the time being. The stone has a resolute temperament, but don't cause any more trouble because of this. "Don't worry, I have the same rank and rank as Yang Liehuo, he can't help me!"

Since Shang Cheng said it categorically, the stone was no longer worried. His eldest brother's ability is thousands and hundreds of times greater than him, since the eldest brother monk didn't take things to heart, it was obvious that Yang Liehuo was not a matter at all. He smiled and said, "I also said that you want to fight with Yang Liehuo, and I will stay so that I can give you a hand." Since it doesn't matter, then I'll follow the team back to Yanshan. One by one, I thought about buns. He suddenly felt that this was not quite right. If he wants to go back to Yanshan, doesn't that mean he doesn't want to be a monk?

He was afraid that his words would hurt Shang Cheng, and he was about to add two sentences to explain, but Shang Cheng nodded, didn't look at him, stared at the bitter tea in his hand and replied, "That's okay." This place in the capital is not as good as Yanshanli. He suddenly stopped talking and sighed. He could see that the stone still couldn't let go of the woman. However, no one can help the stone in this kind of thing, and the road can only be walked by the stone itself. As for him saying that the capital is not as good as Yanshan, it is his true words. It's really not as good as Yanshan here. The two places are too far apart. Although he is a little tired and bitter in Yanshan, he lives a very energetic life, which is like staying in the capital, so idle that he teaches people to have sour bones, and it is so stuffy that people always feel that the sky is a few feet shorter than other places......