Chapter 4 Sealing

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"Childe, General Zhu's hand has been bandaged."

"Childe!"

Zhu Siqing is a person who doesn't talk much, after he walked in front of Yang Wu, he just saluted Yang Wu with a fist, pressed the handle of the knife at his waist, and stood aside respectfully, neither saying anything to show his loyalty, nor saying anything about what he would do in the future.

But the more this is the case, the more relieved Yang Wu is, because a person who doesn't talk much means that he is a person who does more than speaks, and this kind of person often speaks less, but he either does what he says, or he does what he says. It's much better than those who flatter on their lips and cheat behind their backs.

Following this opportunity, Yang Wu hurriedly cheered up and looked at Zhu Siqing, and after five or six seconds, he saw that the number above his head had really changed, it was 4 before, and now it has become 5.

"Is it really about loyalty? Just by swearing just now, the number became 5, and it seems that it should be loyal. ”

Yang Wu was overjoyed with his discovery. If the numbers represent loyalty, doesn't that mean that his loyalty is now the same as that of Yang Liu? He is very relieved about the loyalty of Yang Liu and the others. In other words, the person in front of you is also a person who can use it with confidence.

"Where is General Zhu from? Who else is there in the family besides the elderly? Yang Wu tried to pull the family and contact the feelings.

Zhu Siqing clenched his fists and replied: "It's just a small martial artist, and I don't dare to be called a general." The younger one is already married, and has a daughter under his knees, and they are all at home serving their mothers. ”

Yang Wu waved his hand and said: "Since I let you be my deputy, it is the position of the head of the capital, and this title of general is naturally deserved." In the future, you should not call yourself small, but call yourself the last general. You used to be the head of the capital, and it was okay to say, you were a guard some time ago, and I'm afraid that just that little money is not enough to support your family, right? Yang Liu, you take my warrant and ask people to take a hundred yuan to give to General Zhu, which is considered a reward I issued to General Zhu in advance. ”

At this time, a hundred yuan is not a small amount, even Yang Wu can't take it out easily. That is, some time ago, after Yang Xingmi was ready to let him out, he relaxed the restrictions on him in terms of money and materials.

Although he was a little distressed that Gongzi would spend a hundred yuan at once, Yang Liu also knew that it had to be spent, so he nodded yes and went down to do it.

At this time, Xiao Cui, who had been sent by Yang Wu to fetch water, ran over quickly.

"Childe, Madame asked you to go over to meet the guests."

The lady in Xiaocui's mouth is Yang Xingmi's main wife Zhu, not long ago when Yang Xingmi was named the king of Wu, she was named the lady of Yanguo.

Her younger brother is Zhu Yanshou, the assassin of Shouzhou, who was the old brother who followed Yang Xingmi to raise troops together, and was recently crowned as the envoy of the Fengguo Army by the imperial court, and has been entrenched in Shouzhou for many years.

With the support of such a strong younger brother, Mrs. Zhu has always been self-respecting in the inner house, and she even suppresses Yang Xingmi's concubines on weekdays.

Yang Wu's biological mother is the Shi family among many concubines, so she is naturally not treated by Mrs. Zhu. What's more, Mrs. Zhu has been married to Yang Xingmi for many years, but she has nothing to do with half a child. Seeing that other concubines gave birth to children for Yang Xingmi, Mrs. Zhu felt even more unhappy.

In recent years, Yang Xingmi's health has not been as good as before, and Mrs. Zhu, who is in a daze, actually started to let her younger brother Zhu Yanshou take over the position of Yang Xingmi's Huainan Jiedu envoy.

In this troubled era, what King Wu, what Zhongshu Ling and other official positions are all empty, and only military power is the most important. For Yang Xingmi, the most important position he holds in the military power is the Huainan Jiedu envoy. Whoever inherits this position in the future will be able to grasp the power of Huainan.

Since Mrs. Zhu had the intention of letting her younger brother replace Yang Wu, she naturally regarded Yang Wu, the eldest son, as a thorn in her eye, a thorn in her flesh, and tried all kinds of ways to suppress her. Now send someone to summon me, and when you think about it, you will know that there must be no good thing.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiaocui was asked, Xiaocui replied that Zhu Yanshou's son Zhu Guangde had come to Guangling, so Mrs. Zhu was going to hold a banquet to entertain her.

Zhu Guangde is Mrs. Zhu's nephew, and every time he comes to Guangling, he will hold a banquet to entertain him, and he has not been to Guangling for several months.

This person has always liked to pretend to be a scribe, and when he has nothing to do, he likes to write a few crooked poems to be elegant, and sometimes he simply impersonates other people's poems as his own, so as to show off. On weekdays, he is rampant and domineering in Shouzhou, and he does all kinds of evil, which is a harm to Shouzhou.

However, although this person is very cruel to ordinary people, he is respectful to Mrs. Zhu, and he is good at flattery, coaxing Mrs. Zhu around, and treating him as his own son. Mrs. Zhu came up with the idea of letting her younger brother Zhu Yanshou inherit Yang Xingmi's position, but Zhu Guangde instigated her behind her back.

Xiaocui knows that Yang Wu has not liked to read since he was a child, and often says that "my father has not read many books but can lay the foundation of today, so it can be seen that reading is useless."

Let him practice martial arts, but he couldn't stand the suffering, saying that "no matter how good the martial arts are, he can achieve a hundred enemies at most, and when he encounters a large army, he will be a reckless man in front of the army at most."

In this way, in the end, it is impossible to achieve anything.

"Childe, that cousin is the most shameless. He had to recite a few poems every time he came, and he couldn't do it himself, but he took the poems made by others as his own. Otherwise, you will be like this, Son, otherwise he will have to show off himself at the banquet. Xiao Cui said with a worried face.

The last time Zhu Guangde came, he recited a few good poems at the banquet, saying that he wrote poems himself. Then he proudly showed off to Yang Wu, but he couldn't make him angry.

After coming back, Yang Wu kept saying that he was going to prepare a few good poems, but unfortunately he really didn't have that talent, and he was playful, so it didn't take long for him to forget about it. Now at the end of the day, it's too late to compose a few limerick poems.

"Haha, poetry, I'm good at this, Xiaocui, don't worry. Last time, Zhu Guangde recited a poem that I didn't know where to plagiarize, and I was triumphant there, but I wasn't prepared. This time it's different, I've already written a few good poems, and if he doesn't provoke me for a while, forget it, and if he provokes me, he will definitely make him look good. ”

"Childe, are you ready? That's great. But why haven't I heard you recite it? Xiao Cui's face was happy, but there was suspicion in her eyes. She has served Yang Wu for a long time and has never seen him compose poetry.

Yang Wu was secretly laughing in his heart, as a traverser, who can compare to me than plagiarizing other people's poems? Even if it is now the end of the Tang Dynasty, the vast Tang poems cannot be plagiarized, but among the many poems after the Song Dynasty, it is still easy to find a few classic poems.

"However, Yang Wu in the past didn't even know how to distinguish between mediocre and mediocre, and now even if you want to plagiarize others, you have to pay attention, and those poems that are too classic are better not to plagiarize, otherwise they will definitely arouse suspicion. But then it's much harder to find the right poem. ”

"Don't worry, I've kept it all in my heart, the reason why I haven't chanted it, isn't it to find a suitable time to make a splash?"

"In that case, General Zhu, I'll go to see the guests first. During this time, you don't want to come to me as a guard, go home and accompany your family first, and when the time comes for me to come here, I will naturally send someone to find you. Yang Wu turned his head and explained a few more words to Zhu Siqing, and then walked towards Mrs. Zhu's courtyard with Xiaocui.

Behind him, Zhu Siqing looked at Yang Wu's back, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Childe, since I have sworn an oath, I will definitely do it, and in this life, I will be loyal to you!" ”

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There are many pavilions in the back house of the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion, which are scattered and graceful. Mrs. Zhu's yard is located on the west side of the back house. As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I saw a winding verandah, and the ground was paved with stones, leading to a stone pavilion in the middle of the courtyard.

There are a large number of peach blossoms planted outside the stone pavilion, and now it is the flowering season, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and it is really "a cluster of peach blossoms without an owner, and the lovely crimson reflects the light red".

In the middle of the pavilion there is a stone table, which is covered with brocade cloth from Suzhou, and various vegetables and fruits are placed on the stone table. A noble lady sat in front of the main seat of the table, she was richly dressed and her bun was high, it was Mrs. Zhu. At the bottom sat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in a brocade robe, and next to him six or seven servant girls stood beside him with their hands bowed and their heads bowed.

"Boy Yang Wu, I've seen Madame."

Yang Wu stepped forward quickly and saluted respectfully to Mrs. Zhu, who was sitting on the top.

No matter how much you hate Mrs. Zhu in your heart, you still have to have the etiquette on the surface. Fortunately, Yang Wu has these basic etiquettes and titles in the memory he gets, but it doesn't make people see the difference.

"Well, sit down." Mrs. Zhu's tone was very flat, and she couldn't hear anything.

After saluting, Yang Wu sat down beside Zhu Guangde.

"A few days ago, your father asked you to meditate on your studies, what books did you read?" Mrs. Zhu still asked flatly.

"Mrs. Hui, the boy recently read the "Book of Songs", since the last family banquet listened to the poems made by Guangde's cousin, the boy felt that he was too far behind, so he decided to start learning from the earliest poems."

"Oh, is it? Cousin, I have composed a few more good poems this time, which I will recite in public at the banquet later. Cousin, since you have studied carefully, what good poems have you written? On the side, Zhu Guangde laughed, with a joking face.

"I won't disappoint my cousin. But my cousin's poems aren't too bad, and they'll be laughed at when the time comes. Yang Wu stared at Zhu Guangde's eyes and replied proudly.

Than poetry? I think he was also a college student in his later life, and he memorized a lot of various poems, so how could he be afraid of plagiarism compared to plagiarism?

Zhu Guangde originally thought that Yang Wu would be divided, or simply take care of him, but he didn't expect Yang Wu to answer like this, and he didn't know where he got his confidence for a while.

"This kid has never been a poet, and the one he wrote at the last banquet was a complete joke, but now he is so confident, could it be said that he also copied other people's poems in advance?" Zhu Guangde muttered to himself. He didn't expect him to guess correctly at this random guess, but unlike him plagiarizing the poems of those talented people around him, Yang Wu planned to directly copy the poems of later poets.

"In that case, why don't you chant it now, so that my brother can appreciate it and gain a long insight?" Zhu Guangde asked tentatively.

"Don't be in a hurry, I'll chant it in public at the banquet, and my cousin will naturally be able to hear it then." Yang Wu waved his hand and said haha, but in his heart he began to think about which poem to use for a while.

"Auntie, you heard it, my cousin just said that he would recite poetry in public at the banquet to be held."