Chapter Forty-Eight: Children of the Clan
I have to say that the power of the Wei family, the Xiao family and the Du family is not ordinarily big in Chang'an, if it weren't for the fact that the people of these clans are all clans of the old ministers who follow His Majesty Li Er, and they are loyal, I am afraid that they would have been eradicated long ago after he ascended the throne, you must know that he buried his father and brother with his own hands. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
But how to say it, these clans are very powerful, and Meng Yu is not stupid, so he naturally doesn't want to provoke them, if he can make friends, of course, it's best, if he can't make friends, it's better not to be enemies.
Meng Yu's eyes flashed, staring at Du He, thinking of some things recorded in the "History of the Tang Dynasty", he couldn't help asking: "Du Erlang, are you and Princess Chengyang okay?" She married you at the age of thirteen, although she is a little more vicious, please treat her well, don't do stupid things! β
Don't be stupid?
Du He was stunned for a moment, looked at Meng Yu very suspiciously, and asked: "Hehe, this is a family matter, so don't bother Brother Meng!" β
His face was cold, as if he didn't take Meng Yu in his eyes.
Meng Yu frowned, he knew that in less than two years, this Du He would rebel with the prince and a few others, and would be given death by His Majesty Li Er, and the Du family would be implicated at that time, and his eldest brother would not be spared.
And most of the reason for the rebellion is discord with Princess Chengyang.
"It's in Xia Menglang!"
Meng Yu smiled, he didn't want to care, just to mention him on Du Ruhui's face, since he didn't listen, then don't blame anyone for causing trouble in the future.
This made the two people on the side puzzled, looked at Meng Yu and Du He, who was a little angry, carefully looked at him, didn't dare to interject, and said secretly: I don't know what this Meng Ziran and Du He don't want to see, and suddenly turned their faces!
Xiao Zihe shook his fan and suddenly smiled: "Since the two of you are so leisurely and elegant, and you can quarrel in the City God Temple, why don't you play against each other in the Denghua Tower, and if you lose, you have to promise the person who wins a condition?" β
Well?
Wei Junyu approached him, touched him with his shoulder, and said suspiciously: "What are you going to play again, these two people are now on the tip of the needle, don't fool around!" β
"Gotta have it!"
Xiao Zihe was full of confidence and said: "It's winter, and there are no dogs that bite people indiscriminately!" β
He secretly mocked Meng Yu and Du He, and was not afraid of being beaten by the two of them to relieve his anger, but he looked indifferently at the blessing tree full of signs, and said secretly: Sister, I will hang up your marriage for you, can you marry to see God!
"Let's go, go to Denghualou!"
He was about to leave, he glanced at Wei Junyu very indifferently, and squeezed his eyebrows at him, which made Wei Junyu angry, and scolded directly: "Mother, Lao Tzu doesn't have a habit of dragon yang, don't be disgusting Lao Tzu!" β
The corners of Xiao Zihe's mouth twitched, patted his head, and scolded: This idiot...
He originally wanted Meng Yu and Du He to laugh and enmity, but he didn't expect Wei Junyu, a fool, to fail to understand what he meant, and scolded him for having a dragon yang fetish, which really made him cry and laugh.
"Forget it, I don't care!"
He pinched the paper fan, too lazy to look at Wei Junyu, a guy with developed limbs and a simple mind, but said to Meng Yu: "By the way, my sister said that she would find a time to visit your house, you have to be careful, she is sixteen years old and has not yet left the pavilion, she is a little hungry, you are good!" β
What the? What the hell is hunger?
Meng Yu was like a monk in the second zhang, puzzled, and said in his heart: This Xiao Zihe is also a wonderful flower, he actually said this about his own sister, I don't know how his sister will clean him up?
But it's none of his business, he said indifferently: "Remember!" β
Xiao Zihe nodded with satisfaction.
"By the way, Du Erlang, I hope you remember what you said, don't do stupid things, after all, your father has a spirit in the sky and doesn't want you to go the wrong way!"
Meng Yu can be regarded as benevolent and righteous, looking at the face of Du Ruhui, one of the "Fang Mou Du Xuan", he once again mentioned Du He, hoping that he would not make the change in "History of the Tang Dynasty".
You know, there were no casualties in that accident, but who knows what the truth is? The history books are nothing more than a booklet for the victors to record their exploits, and the emperor can write whatever he wants.
But a coup d'Γ©tat, even if it is a failed coup, probably will not have zero casualties, right? Although Meng Yu didn't know the specific situation, he thought that the coup d'Γ©tat killed countless palace maids, eunuchs, and probably some concubines also died in this coup.
And after His Majesty Li Er suppressed this coup, it is very likely that the historian will conceal the facts and record the coup with zero casualties, so as to reduce the sins of the king, or maintain his own image of having a broad heart.
And Meng Yu's idea is very simple, it's better to talk about it than to fight and kill, everyone is a fragile life, and if you die, there will be nothing.
"Brother Xie Meng warns, I have my own measure!"
Du He smiled, he didn't know why Meng Yu would ask him repeatedly, and they had never seen each other, why was it so?
However, he didn't pay much attention to it, and said: "Brother Meng, why don't you play a game with me, just you and me, so as not to fall into misunderstanding!" β
Meng Yu frowned, although he knew a little bit about Go, but he was not proficient, and playing against an old chess player like Du He, I am afraid that he would only lose, but if he didn't bite the bullet, he wouldn't let these three people laugh!
He couldn't agree, he couldn't agree, he couldn't agree, he was really in a dilemma.
"In that case, it's better to be respectful than to obey!"
Xiao Zihe smiled at Wei Junyu and said, "Let's go!" Nerds! β
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Denghualou, this place is the most beloved place for the children of these families in Chang'an City in addition to Fengming Pavilion, where you can play, fight poetry, taste tea, eat, listen to books, and chat.
It is a more elegant and quiet place, this is also a refuge for those who are tired of the world, often those who have been demoted will come here to vent, ask the waiter of the Denghualou to talk, confide, naturally the waiter of the Denghualou is very well-behaved, never reveal the guest's remarks.
But the poems made by those who were demoted were sold by them, which can be regarded as a means of collecting money, you must know that there is a poetry society in the Tang Dynasty, and this poetry society is willing to pay to buy those good poems.
The Tang people's love of poetry has begun to sprout.
Since Meng Yu came to the Tang Dynasty, he has never been to this lantern tower that has never been mentioned in history, and he doesn't know what kind of scenery it is, so he asked very eagerly: "Who built this lantern tower?" It can attract so many rich families and clan children to come and enjoy! β
Xiao Zihe folded the fan and said: "The owner of this lantern flower building rarely comes out to meet people, but he behaves and does things very well, never reveals the words of the guests, nor points at the remarks of the guests, and the waiters who entertain the guests are all women with good faces, so naturally someone comes here!" β
"I see!"
Meng Yu smiled, knowing in his heart.
Wei Junyu scratched his head and said with a disdainful expression: "This kind of place, only you turtle masters come, I can't stand it!" β
Wei Junyu is a martial artist, his dream is to lead troops to fight, and he doesn't understand and don't like the sets of literati and artists.
Several people smiled bitterly and slowly walked into the Denghua Building, but they didn't see anyone peeking at them on the side, a woman and a man.
(To be continued)