Chapter 35: The Wind Blows the Flowers Tonight (Part I)

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Bai Mo pinched his fingers and calculated, the unfinished business is really not less, instead of feeling that time is like an arrow, it is better to hurry up and get things done, and save more dreams at night.

Leng Yuyan seemed to think of something, suddenly sat up from the bed, and ran out of the guest room like a smoke, and after a while, holding a narrow wooden box in his arms, he walked to Bai Mo's side, and shook the wooden box in his arms as if he was ostentatious.

"Bai Mo, I almost forgot just now, what you asked for has arrived."

Bai Mo looked at it, the wooden box was made of mahogany, the box was engraved with golden patterns, the main body was a peony, and the cloud leaf butterfly bee was engraved between them, which was very gorgeous, and the overall size was about the same as the sword box carried by the disciples of the Sword Sect. Bai Mo took the sword box and carefully opened the sword box, only to see that the box was padded with cyan satin, embroidered with the same pattern as the box.

This is a simple eight-sided Han sword, the blade is three feet long, engraved with cloud patterns, the handle is six inches long, wrapped with red rope, the total length is three feet six inches, longer than most Han swords, and the blade is very slender.

Bai Mo picked up the sword and shook it, it felt just right, and asked with satisfaction: "Does this sword have a name?" ā€

"Do you really want to listen?" Leng Yuyan smiled, "This sword was cast by the casting master Gongyi Yunhuang three years ago, because this sword is the first sword cast by the master of Yunhuang in the Jiawu year, so this sword is called Jiawuyi." ā€

"Jiawu Yi......" Bai Mo frowned slightly, "Jiawu, the association is not very good." Forget it, I won't change its name, just call it Jiawuyi. ā€

"With the blade in hand, do you have the confidence to defeat Lao Chu?"

Bai Mo subconsciously glanced at Lao Chu, who was flowing with a hara, and said categorically: "No." ā€

After that, the conversation changed: "But if I really face Xu gradually alone, I have a ninety percent chance of winning." ā€

"And what about Yicheng?"

Leng Yuyan was a little curious, and didn't take advantage of this artistic conception to brag about it, but it really didn't look like Bai Mo's style.

Bai Mo smiled: "The main thing is modesty. ā€

"You're enough...... Leng Yuyan sighed with his forehead: "I was sent by the giant to be your 'lotus silk', I really poured the frieze." ā€

"Inverted frieze?" Bai Mo smiled even more happily, "Since you think you have met me upside down, why do you want that?" ā€

"Shut up!"

Leng Yuyan was beautiful and upside down, a pair of eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, Bai Mo obediently shut up, wrapped the "Jia Wuyi" with blue satin again, closed the sword box, and placed it on the desk very casually.

"You go and find a place for 'Orchid' and 'Winter Snow' later, and exchange them for cash, I'll use them urgently."

The "orchid" and "winter snow" that Bai Mo said are the ancient inkstones that Wei Zhen respected, which are worth a lot of money, and he usually only dares to play quietly, and he is never willing to really stain them with pitch-black ink, and now he actually proposes to sell these two ancient inkstones, which makes Leng Yuyan quite puzzled.

The offerings given by the Prime Minister's Mansion before, as well as the small and small filial piety sent by Wei Zhen from time to time, are already a lot of wealth, not to mention the usual expenses, even if Bai Mo is allowed to squander a month in a gold cave like the Drunken Building, it won't take much.

Bai Mo saw Leng Yuyan's doubts and explained: "I promised the deceased one thing before, and now it's time to fulfill my promise." ā€

"Are you going to make a promise?"

Bai Mo unfolded the folding fan and said with a smile: "Yes." ā€

Beixuan three years, early summer, Fengjing City happened in recent years a rare lively thing, the streets and alleys have spread, saying that the three products and three white sons hired a Qinglou woman as a concubine, actually shamelessly want to do a big job, for a time Bai Mo's notoriety from the famous people gathered in the big river building to the cold and cramped market, no one knows, of course, most of the scolding Bai Mo is from the so-called clear stream of Confucianism, among those who like anecdotes, Bai Mo's move is just the gossip news they talk about after dinner.

Bai Mo rented a courtyard near the Guoya faction, as the auspicious room for the concubine, early in the morning, a team of people and horses set off from this courtyard to the drunken building, and kept throwing copper coins to the people who came to watch, every time they scattered, the people shouted "good", and then began to look for it on the soles of their feet, walked all the way, scattered all the way, so it was really known all over the city.

In this team, the sedan chair bearers are all people hired by Baimo, naturally needless to say, those who play music are Yizulou's own troupe, and there are many older Qinglou women pretending to be matchmakers, opening the way at the front of the queue.

The happiest person today, in addition to Bai Mo and Qin Daji, there is one more person, that is Aunt Rong, Aunt Rong is the old bustard and shopkeeper of the drunken building, but she is not the boss, but this time she has made such a big deal all of a sudden, and of course the boss above is indispensable to reward.

Aunt Rong was guarding in front of the drunken building early in the morning, and when she saw the person arriving, she immediately ran upstairs with a smile on her face and took Qin Daji, who was wearing a phoenix crown.

The team had arrived at the entrance of the drunken building.

Seeing that Qin Daji was helped down by Aunt Rong, Bai Mo personally lifted the sedan curtain.

"Please."

It's not to invite you into the urn, just to invite you to the sedan chair.

Qin Daji smiled and walked into the sedan chair, the curtain slowly closed, Qin Daji looked at the seniors in front of him who were pretending to be matchmakers, and suddenly tears welled up, Qin Daji covered her face, and tears flowed down the gap between her fingers, mixed with the rouge on her face.

Qin Daji felt out of shape and wanted to endure it, but she couldn't help it.

Laughing and crying.

Bai Mo can understand her feelings, she has endured humiliation for twenty years, and she has left the sea of misery overnight, and no one will treat her calmly. However, this scene is destined to be understood by the onlookers as a marriage robbery.

Leng Yuyan also pretended to be a matchmaker, with heavy makeup on her face, and also painted a matchmaker mole, when Qin Da got into the sedan chair, everyone began to walk back, Leng Yuyan suddenly left the team of the "matchmakers", walked to Bai Mo's side, and said quietly: "Hire a concubine, you will make such a big scene, how should you do it when you marry a wife?" ā€

Bai Mo shook his head: "That's not what I'm thinking about now. ā€

"I can guess it, you must be thinking about how to be comfortable for a night after you go back, you person, I have already seen through it."

Bai Mo continued to shake his head: "Definitely." ā€

"And what are you thinking?" Leng Yuyan pouted and said, "I don't have his heart, and I don't want to guess your mind." ā€

"I'm thinking," Bai Mo's tone was a little abnormally low: "Two inkstones can be exchanged for such a beautiful woman to warm the bed, and its sorrow is also joyful?" ā€

Leng Yuyan's heart suddenly softened a little, she couldn't see Bai Mo's unprovoked melancholy appearance, which made people worry about him for no reason and feel sorry for him.

"She must be happy too, otherwise she wouldn't laugh or cry."

Bai Mo shook his head and sighed lightly: "That's because she was so unhappy before, but now she finally jumped out of the cage and was free, of course she was happy." ā€

"You go to the market for a walk, the average little girl will get a few copper coins, and she will sell the price of the two famous inkstones, and she will not lose money."

"The fewer people who think that way, the better." Bai Mo said slowly: "People and people are born to distinguish between high and low, it is the norm for you, but not for me, people may have more or less foreign things, but for me, everyone's body and personality, but there is no distinction between high and low, everyone should be the same, they are all people, and they cannot be measured by foreign objects." ā€

"You're saying it so well that it feels impossible."

"The morality preached by the saints is also a kind of rules and regulations that are made out of nothing, and because they are good for people, people can gladly accept them and take them for granted."

"Do you want to add some more frames?"

"What's wrong?" Bai Mo smiled: "There is a word in my hometown, called principle, which is a very useful thing, for example, the so-called principle is 'killing to pay for life, debt to pay money', but it is wider than this, can you understand what I say?" ā€

"Stop." Leng Yuyan said helplessly: "These big truths, you should go to the court and talk to those ministers." ā€

Bai Mo suddenly sneered: "At that time, it wasn't just 'talking'. ā€

There are too many people singing all the way, and there are too many people watching, walking and stopping, the distance is not very far, but it is in the afternoon, but this is also in line with Bai Mo's original intention.

Hiring a concubine, this is rude to talk about, Bai Mo's ceremony to marry a wife, that is, the "dusk ceremony", is to do it at dusk, and at night just enter the cave room, in another place that Bai Mo is familiar with, the tradition has long lost most of the inheritance, many people are at noon weddings, have a meal, there is no solemnity at all.

Bai Mo walked out of the sedan chair with Qin Daji in his arms, and the guests who heard the arrival were already seated in the courtyard.

There are many familiar faces, most of them are acquainted in the Mangshan Poetry Club, such as Meng Yu, such as Xu Yan, and some people have never seen them, they came with a post, and those who came with white ink did not refuse, but there was only one Wei Strike missing during the banquet.

is probably dissatisfied with Bai Mo's appointment of a concubine like a wife, doing such a thing without rules and style.

Bai Mo didn't pay attention to the guests in the courtyard for the time being, and the guests were quiet and didn't cause trouble, just like that, Bai Mo and Qin Daji walked into the auspicious room they had chosen before.

In the same prison, together, the two of them have a spirit in their hearts, and they have not untied their hair.

Worship, worship heaven and earth, heaven and earth are always there, eternal and unmovable.

The second worship, worship the high hall, although worship, the four are empty, Bai Mo's father died and his mother was lost, Qin Daji didn't know who his parents were at all.

Three worships.

Bai Mo looked at Qin Daji's red eyes from crying, and that sincere smile, and he also laughed heartily.

The two of them entered the cave room hand in hand, but the time had not yet come, and they did not immediately perform the human courtesy.

Bai Mo should go and meet the guests for a while.

Leng Yuyan was guarding the door, his eyes were slightly closed, he didn't know what he was thinking, and when he saw Bai Mo coming out, he just nodded to him.

After that, Bai Mo walked among the guests to socialize.

"Under Qian Sun, congratulations to Bai Gongzi on the knot...... Hug the beauty! ā€

Bai Mo smiled, drank a full cup and arched his hand: "Where is the brother?" ā€

"Haha, it's a book printed below, and I'm here today to hope that Bai Gongzi will write some essays on the old collection and explain it slightly, and the price is negotiable."

"When Brother Qian is free, just come here to find me."

Bai Mo talked about a few business here, and went to the other side to study poetry with Meng Miaomeng for a while, and after only half an hour, he didn't know how much wine he drank and went to the toilet a few times.

"Next time...... You can't just come when you want to...... Hiccup, you know how to pour Lao Tzu ......"

In the cave room, Qin Daji blushed and lowered her head slightly, she had been taught all the wind and waves, but she was as ashamed as the first night.