Chai Lin and the three concubines were sitting around and playing leaf play. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info leaf play, that is, later in the Ming and Qing dynasties, it developed into a horse hanging, and then developed into the first sport of the Celestial Empire - mahjong.

The rules of Chai Lin's game are only one different: those who lose take off a piece of clothing every time they lose.

When you don't play for three or five years, the scene is already very beautiful. The clothes flew all over the room, and the servants hurriedly held on to the braziers, so as not to burn the clothes that flew down one by one.

When the scene was lively, Ma Erya ran in with a very discordant cry, raised his hand and threw Chai Lin a well-made new book of Yue Wen, and then, sitting on the first empty chair in the room, while sobbing and crying, whimpering and saying:

"Chai Gongzi, why ,—— woo-why isn't it me, why did I sell my "The Legend of Zhen Huan" to Pillow Caozi, why did it become this one?"

Chai Lin took the book with a black line on his face, waved his hand, motioned for the concubines to go out first, glanced at the cover, threw it aside, and said half-comfortingly and half-seriously:

"This is our favorite newcomer 'hairpin potato', sign this "Zhang Meiren's Promotion", is the meaning of the pillow grass class owner, Erya, you are an old man, how can you still cry for these people, and make trouble with newcomers? It's too unprecedented. ”

Ma Erya heard him accuse herself instead, crying more and more ferociously, the effect of the tears made it seem that she was more wronged than Dou E.

Chai Lin was crying on the head, if it weren't for Fang Zhongyong's relationship, he would have to take care of Erya, he would have asked the two of them to take Erya out, let her cry in the snow outside by herself, don't affect herself to play stripping leaf play.

But after all, to use an inappropriate analogy, it depends on whether the owner is beating a dog, Chai Lin had to come down, get dressed up, and then sit on a chair opposite Ma Erya, and said half-helplessly:

"Okay, don't cry, it's a big deal, I'll throw some money and give you more publicity. In addition to the pillow grass, there are several teams in Beijing, there are always suitable ones, don't make trouble. ”

Ma Erya pouted, with big crystal tears still hanging on her eyelashes, she raised her face, looked at Chai Lin fixedly, and continued to sob: "Really? ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her little thumb, bent it, and said to Chai Lin: "Then, pull the hook-"

Chai Lin helplessly stretched out his hand and hooked his little thumb on Ma Erya's hand, "The hook will not change for a hundred years."

After completing this set of children's games, Chai Lin still said to Ma Erya: "You take your "The Legend of Zhen Huan" to Zhongyong, let him help you sort out the context, and you can make some modifications, which will be better." ”

Ma Erya nodded with rain.

……

The disadvantage of numbers and the decline in the will to fight made Zhi still and Liu Yue'e and a group of Great Song Dynasty officials and soldiers quickly be involved in the party cavalry.

Liu Yue'e's long knife was broken in a battle with a party cavalry, and only half of the blade head remained.

Seeing this, he hurriedly threw out the two small silver meteor hammers on his waist, knocked over the two party cavalry who rushed towards Liu Yue'e, and then threw the throwing rings of the two silver meteor hammers into Liu Yue'e's hands.

Liu Yue'e took the throwing ring and started fighting again.

Fold still didn't look back, but through his clothes and armor, he intuitively felt the chill of the blade. Listen to the wind, it's the sound of spears. If you turn around, I'm afraid that you will be pierced by this shot first.

Zhe still hurriedly leaned forward, and the person fell down, and the shot stabbed through the shoulder.

The party cavalry behind stabbed in the air, and when he returned the gun and was about to stab again, he still waved the male and female double-strand sword and threw it back, impartially, and smashed it on the man's skull.

There was a "snap" sound, and the bald party cavalry showed a dying posture with a bewildered face and blood on the top of the forehead.

Unexpectedly, at this time, on the right side, another blood-stained spear stabbed horizontally to Zhiyi's side.

Fold was still unprepared, so he had to raise his body backwards, the male and female double-strand swords against his chest, the tips of the spears stabbed one after another, and the people took advantage of the situation to turn back, the sword in his right hand pierced the chest of the cavalryman on the right, but the left hand was stabbed twice by another cavalryman's sneak attack, and blood gushed out of his left shoulder.

Folded still fell off the horse.

Liu Yue'e hurriedly drove her horse over, trying to fight with several party cavalry in front of her, and suddenly someone behind her released an arrow, and behind the heart guard, an arrow flashed with a swishing cold light, and flew towards Liu Yue'e's vest.

"Not good—" Ori still shouted, reaching out with all his strength to push out a spear nailed to the ground, the head of which staggered with the arrow in the air, and then slowly fell.

The body that was still folded, and the arrow, fell limply.

The sky grew darker, and a "ahh

It's a pack of wolves!

The horses immediately began to flee in agitation, and the cavalry on both sides were thrown off their horses one by one. The party cavalry was even more surprised because they had seen the benefits and disadvantages of the wolves.

A party cavalryman who seemed to be the leader waved his flag and shouted in party language: "Withdraw—withdraw—"

As he spoke, hundreds of wolves were densely packed and gradually jumped up from the sky.

……

Fang Zhongyong added a layer of grill on top of the brazier, smeared half a piece of roast chicken, smeared it with condiments, and grilled it on the grill.

The beeping red basket charcoal fire, sizzling roast chicken.

"Lord Fang is really interested." Ouyang Xiu sniffed the newly made spicy wine in his hand, which was only opened this year by Yuewen Wine Workshop, and looked at Fang Zhongyong's roast chicken.

Hallymin Temple is really lively today. Fourteen of the scholars on duty are waiting for the holidays.

New Year's joy begins at the door of every house, where red lanterns are hung.

Fang Zhongyong turned over the roast chicken that was gradually roasting out the juice, and chatted with everyone over the fire.

"According to me, you can't have wine without poetry. In order to congratulate Fan Xianggong on his upcoming return to the capital, I have to have a good drink, and then fight it ten hundred poems. Yoon so said very vigorously, but his eyes were just staring at the fragrant roast chicken.

"In the office, you look at your breathless appearance," Wen Yanbo leaned against a pillar and said with a comfortable smile: "We eat and drink here, it is already the official family's extra grace to the next year, if you still want to be poetry and wine, wouldn't it be too unruly?" ”

"Brother Kuanfu, this is a bad word, poetry and wine are flowing, that is the best rule." Ouyang Xiu smiled and stretched out his hand, took the piece of chicken on a small tray handed to him by Fang Zhongyong, smacked his mouth and tasted it, took another sip of wine, and couldn't help but admire:

"The fairy mountain spirit rain is wet and cloudy, and the fragrant skin powder is not evenly washed. The bright moon came to cast Yuchuanzi, and the breeze blew through Wuling Spring. You must know that ten thousand pure flavors are not the first new face of anointing oil. The little poet smiled at the play, and he has always been like a beautiful woman. ”

"Ouyang Daguanren's poem compares wine to a beautiful woman, and we people are not all drinking beautiful women." Fang Zhongyong shared the roast chicken for everyone, and drove with a smile and dirty.

"It is indeed a delicacy in the world, and the champion of labor personally roasted it, which makes me and other people who are not diligent and have no grains ashamed. I heard that Fang Zhuangyuan's family is poor, and they are all received by Chai officials, so it is not easy to have today. ”

Fu Bi didn't know what to think of, and suddenly he was eating, and he came to such a sentence.

The scene was a little awkward for a while. Everyone seemed to be able to hear it, and it contained a ridicule of Fang Zhongyong's humble background, so he was willing to barbecue in person.

Fang Zhongyong didn't mind at all, after all, he knew very well that although no one else knew about the son-in-law who politely rejected the rich man yesterday, in the end, it was human nature to let him vent.

So, Fang Zhongyong just smiled gently, and then continued to promote Yue Wen's new wine as the focus of this action: "It is indeed the Chai Daguan family, and there is a lot of help for the subordinates." Now that Yue Wenxin is a new wine, how dare he not do more than he can? ”

Naturally, everyone didn't know that Fang Zhongyongshi was the shareholder boss who held fifty percent of Yue Wen's shares, but he was sincere, grateful, and upright. On the contrary, they all quietly appreciated it in their hearts.