Without waiting for Fang Zhongyong to react, next to him, Wang Gongchen, who had been waiting for an opportunity, had already raised his glass and walked over. He is in his thirties, with a short beard and white face, a pair www.biquge.info of goldfish bubble eyes, a little cute, a baby face, a well-proportioned body, and a smile on his face, which looks very friendly.

As soon as everyone saw him coming, they all adhered to the etiquette of teachers and students to the chief examiner, and greeted him politely.

He was also very humble, gave everyone a salute back, and then patted Wang Anshi on the back, gossiping: "The last batch of pigs, I don't know how to raise them now?" ”

Wang Anshi smiled a little shyly, and said ashamedly: "It has all been sold to Chai Daguan's family to operate, and the specific situation, Chai Gongzi should know better." ”

As he spoke, he pushed Chai Lin forward. Chai Lin stumbled, but Fang Zhongyong grabbed him, and then he stood firm. He glared at Wang Anshi on one side, and said to Wang Gongchen on the other:

"It's hard for Lord Wang to remember, most of those pigs have grown up. Only a few fragrant pigs, which failed to grow, were washed and given to children to play with. ”

"Playing pigs?" Wang Gongchen couldn't help laughing. Then I thought that Chai Lin's policy for governing the river had to be praised a few words, so he said:

"I can't see that Chai Gongzi has such insight into river affairs. Your river control policy is really timely rain, I and the examiner have reported to the official's family, and next, I am ready to invite you, more specifically, to participate in the discussion of the river work. ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, how dare you dare-" Chai Lin looked at Fang Zhongyong with a weak heart, sweating in his vest on the other hand, and participated in the discussion of the river workers, isn't this the rhythm of revealing the stuffing? Once the stuffing is revealed, won't it not only discredit him, but also involve his brothers? The more I thought about it, the more I felt a chill in my heart, for fear that Wang Gongchen would ask more.

Yan Ruxu suddenly took a break at this time and stepped down to warm up. His eyes are hanging high, his head is gorgeous and bright, but his hair is very scattered, slightly unorthodox, but it has a charm.

Fang Zhongyong originally thought that if a singer in later generations held a concert and sang halfway, he would get off the stage and interact with the audience, shake hands or something. Unexpectedly, Yan Ruxu directly held the wine jug and persuaded the students to drink.

Seeing everyone frolicking and happy together, Fang Zhong couldn't help but sigh, who said that the feudal era was all stereotyped. At least in the Northern Song Dynasty of the Renzong Dynasty, wealth, civilization, openness, and freedom were the main themes.

Ouyang Xiu, the chief examiner over there, began to drink one by one after accepting the students' first salute. A deer feast is just the level of a party for an ordinary middle-class family in the Northern Song Dynasty. And the family banquets of leaders like Ouyang Xiu, Kou Zhun, Shi Yannian, Song Shou, and Qian Wei are even more extravagant.

According to the words of later historians, a powerful marquis of Wanhu in the Han Dynasty can only be regarded as an ordinary middle-class rich family in the Song Dynasty, a huge rich family in the Ming Dynasty, and it is impossible to imagine the Qunfang night banquet of the middle-class family in the Song Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty are as beautiful as a dream, and the pen is haunted by the advanced and extraordinary Chinese civilization.

The officials of the Ming Dynasty, when they mentioned their poor Baba, always imagined that the same Han people, scholars and kings ruled the world together, and the same people did not have the same fate:

Kou Zhun, the prime minister who went down in history, married the cousin of the queen of the dynasty, wrapped the curtain at home, drank until the candles flowed all over the ground, and the guests who were directly mixed walked one after another;

Song Shou Dan held a night banquet at home, and it was necessary to wrap the window lattices on all sides with a heavy curtain to not reveal a little light, and then stay all night and drink down every guest, which was enough;

Lu Yijian inherited his uncle Lu Mengzheng, who likes to drink alone, but prefers to use chicken tongue to drink, which makes the Lu Mansion have this habit, and chicken feathers fly all day long in the back alleys of the Lu Mansion;

When Ouyang Xiu was young, he had the name of a drunkard, known as no wine and no poetry, after getting drunk, the maid's golden hairpin was lost, he improvised twenty poems, and personally found more than half an hour for the maid, singing and harmonizing with each other, Xiao Ling tactful, beautiful sound, short and long;

Shi Yannian is even more exaggerated, he likes to drink when he cosplays into the shape of an animal to drink, the official history records, he created his own, wore shackles on his head and drank wine, called "prison drink", climbed a big tree and sat on the branch to drink, called "nest drink", stripped naked and wrapped in firewood and grass or quilt, only exposed head to drink, called "turtle drink"......

Thinking of this, Fang Zhongyong's most personal feeling is that distilling more pure liquor must have a big market, which is a broad road that risks copper coins, silver taels, and official friends.

Yan Ruxu finished filling everyone, and walked towards Fang Zhongyong step by step. His eyes were straight at Wang Gongchen, and before he smiled, he raised his glass softly, and whispered to Fang Zhongyong: "Xie Yuanlang, do you know that if the news of the performance of the servants in my place spreads, you will tell the truth." ”

Fang Zhongyong didn't expect that he would suddenly say this, and when he met his affectionate eyes, he was cold, and he hurriedly took a step back, raised his glass and drank it all, before he stepped forward and said softly to Yan Ruxu: "I also want to ask, how to solve it." Tonight, if you're drunk, can you? ”

Yan Ruxu's eyes fluttered upward, and he looked at Wang Gongchen next to him, and pouted:

"It's okay, don't pretend to be a servant in the future, just give people a handle. The punishment is not a doctor, the courtesy is not inferior to the people, when you were a servant of the performance skills, you have not yet made a name for yourself, a class of people, you can't put the etiquette requirements on you, only in the future-"

As he spoke, he breathed the wine in his mouth, breathed into Fang Zhongyong's ear, and gently wiped Fang Zhongyong's face with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Only in the future, everything will be changed." ”

Wang Gongchen, who was next to him, quietly gave a thumbs up to Yan Ruxu's performance.

And Fang Zhongyong, who was persuaded by Daiyu not to annoy Jia Zheng by a big man, was ashamed and ashamed, and wanted to sue and give up.

Chai Lin next to him didn't know the situation, so he just cared about teasing Yan Ruxu and said: "Yan'er come here, I and Brother Wang also have a relationship with you, why do you just lie in Zhong Yong's ear and talk privately." ”

Yan Ruxu ignored him, only waved the handkerchief in his hand, threw a flattering eye, and took the standard figure, walked on stage, and began to sing the next song.

Fang Zhongyong looked at it coldly, Yan Ruxu finally inadvertently glanced at Wang Gongchen, and suddenly felt that he understood something in his heart:

These words and intentions that focus on behavior and subsections should be Wang Gongchen's meaning, but in order not to affect Fang Zhongyong's mood and face, he changed to a more suitable person, and expressed it inadvertently in a more euphemistic way. is also a piece of kindness, with good intentions.

When Wang Gongchen looked at Fang Zhongyong, Fang Zhongyong's bright eyes were also looking at him, clear and transparent: Smart people, it is really a little transparent.

……

On the same day, under the bright moon, Wang Yi painted a fan in the study, while Wang Ziyue prepared paper and paint on the side, and from time to time went to weigh a pen for his father and paste a fan pole.

Her father said that she was asked to come for something important, but she was just depicting the landscape fan by herself, Wang Ziyue was so puzzled in her heart, and she was watching her father wave.

Suddenly, a "oops" sounded, and Wang Ziyue couldn't help sighing: "The ink here is a little heavier, and the distant mountains have become near mountains." ”

Wang Yi nodded and said, "It's because my father is not attentive enough." Yue'er, my father has summoned you today because I have an important matter to discuss with you. ”

Wang Ziyue raised her head, and hazy doubts flowed out from the two bends that seemed to be happy or unhappy.