"The wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. ”

Nanjing's ten-mile Qinhuai area has always been the most beautiful scenery, the most developed commerce, the strongest cultural atmosphere, and the place where dignitaries and nobles live the most.

There is a small piece of garden here, the area is not large, but it is quite delicate and chic, the ancient charm is elegant, and what is more rare is that this 600-year-old garden is inconspicuous from the outside, but it can be called "the four famous gardens in the south of the Yangtze River" together with the Humble Administrator's Garden, the Lingering Garden, and the Jichang Garden.

If in that period of history, when the Ming Dynasty died and the Qing Dynasty was prosperous, regular and unfortunate, Qianlong would stop here when he went down to the south of the Yangtze River, and inscribed the word "Zhan Yuan". "Zhan Garden" will become the name of this garden for generations to come. Later, it would also become the residence of Yang Xiuqing, the eastern king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Later, during the reign of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty, it would be completely destroyed in the war.

This garden was originally Xu Da's mansion, after the decline of the Xu family, this garden changed hands several times, to the Southern Ming Dynasty, the Zheng family and the royal family repeatedly married, the holy family is not fading, this famous garden was bought by the Zheng family, became one of the family industries. Therefore, now, its bluestone gate is not the word "Zhan Yuan", but "Changping Marquis Mansion".

Now this famous garden remains intact, and after 600 years of infection, completely take off the childish feeling of "the new painting of the small wall of the tree is not ancient", the moss of the pond pavilion, the lush forest and bamboo are full of simple bookish atmosphere, and it looks more beautiful.

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Several electric lamps in the study emitted a stable and soft light through the glass cover of the palace lamp, and on the small shelf of red sandalwood, the sandalwood curling out of the Xuande furnace crawled out. There are a few pieces of charcoal burning in the copper brazier, and the charcoal is bright and dark under the beating flames, and the room is warm and comfortable.

On the narrow red sandalwood case, a thin-rod Yanghaohu pen dipped in seven points of ink, hung on the paper and hesitated for a moment, and dropped a few lines of elegant small letters:

Tea

bay leaves, young shoots

Mu Shike, love monks

Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn

Cho fried astragalus, bowl twisted dust flowers

After the night, he was invited to accompany the bright moon, and he was ordered to the morning glow before the morning

Wash away the tirelessness of the ancient and modern people, and it is not boastful that they will be drunk

"Well, this pagoda poem is well titled, and it corresponds to the shape of the fan."

Zheng Yuxuan, the daughter of the Marquis of Changping, stood on the side of the case, grinding the ink with a smile, and said with a smile.

This Marquis lady is dressed very gorgeously, wearing a Chanel "little black suit" popular in the upper class, but on the outside she is wearing a wide Ming-style armor, and the diamond bracelet is dazzling, which is very nondescript. I probably also feel that I don't care about it in my own home.

Zheng Gongyin, Marquis of Changping, also stood on the other side, and lost no time in complimenting:

"Well, the more you write this word, the more you work hard."

"By the way, write him something on the back side of the fan?" Zheng Yuxuan asked again while grinding the ink.

The other girl who was writing waited until she had finished writing the last word before she took up her pen and said:

"Don't write anything, find someone to draw yourself."

"Hehe, cousin, you better draw two strokes for him, you mentioned the words on the front, who would dare to draw on the back." There is only one side of his fan, and that side must be white. ”

The writing girl tilted her head and looked at the fan, and then mentioned the three words "Zhu Yourong", took a small seal of Tian Huang, and printed the oval chapter of "Zhu Mingshengchang", and then put down the pen and smiled:

"Then what don't you dare. …… Hehe, Xuanxuan, you can polish the ink a little lightly, this case is my uncle's baby, such a whole red sandalwood case, we may be the first one, hehe, I don't have it there. If you splash ink spots, I won't be able to walk away by then. ”

Zheng Gongyin stood aside and said with a smile:

"That's not enough, when the time comes, Rong Rong will just compensate your uncle for the Ru kiln there."

"I heard it," Zhu Yourong said with a smile, "Uncle wants my Ruyao porcelain to compensate him, so what will you compensate me?" ”

Zheng Yuxuan smiled slyly:

"Hey, I heard that Prince Edward of England is coming for the New Year, I'll go and tell you about it, and I'll pay you him!"

Zheng Gongyin hurriedly said:

"Xuanxuan!"

"Xuanxuan," Zhu Yourong diverted from the conversation, still smiling and asking, "Look, who is the next one for?" ”

Zheng Yuxuan stuck out his tongue, looked at the list next to him, and reported:

"The British ambassador's wife wants a fan, the Siamese prince wants a scroll, the foreign secretary Xu Ge Lao wants a banner, and ...... Wow, the Empress Dowager of Japan! She also wanted to ask for a fan. Well, there's a lot more...... Oops, cousin, you're so pathetic. ”

"Alas, there is no way," Zhu Yourong leaned back in the Huanghuali circle chair, took the brass hand stove, stretched his legs, and said comfortably, "Uncle's garden here is so good, I hid here to pay off the debt of calligraphy and painting...... Empress Dowager Zhenming? Alas, although Japan always helped the Qing Dynasty, the old lady was still good. During the Spring Festival last year, the ambassador sent me 'Japanese sweets', hehe, it is said that she made it herself...... Prince of Siam? I've seen that young man, and he's still quite handsome, Xuanxuan, how about telling you? ”

"Cut."

"Huh."

"Rong Rong," Zheng Gongyin said with a smile, "Your aunt is showing a movie to the guests in front, Chaplin's new film, don't you go to see it?" ”

"Who are the guests?"

"No one, a few people from our own family, and two ambassadors and their wives."

"Ambassador? Forget it," Zhu Yourong shook his head lightly, "I'm going out, and the rules will be big." Besides, this is a comedy, and I can't laugh in front of foreign ambassadors, it's annoying. Uncle will show me tomorrow. ”

Zheng Gongyin smiled:

"It's fine."

Zhu Yourong understood what his uncle was hinting at, so he took the initiative to say:

"Uncle, that Xiang Xiaoqiang is still waiting in front, right?"

"yes, you can't see him now?"

Zhu Yourong glanced at the wall clock and yawned. Zheng Gongyin was about to complain in his heart, but Zhu Yourong nodded and said:

"Let's see."

Zheng Yuxuan pulled the bell and told the maid to go to Xuanren.

"Alas, these cabinet elders ......" Zhu Yourong hugged the hand warmer, looked down at his toes, looked at his face, and said slowly, "To be honest, this cabinet is becoming less and less likable." ”

Hearing this, Zheng Gongyin was inconvenient to interject, so he just coughed dryly.

The voice of a maid came from outside:

"Mr. Xiang, please come in."

Zhu Yourong stopped talking and stared at the door with interest, thinking about what the legendary young agent of British MI6 in his uncle's mouth should look like.

A young man slowly walked in, handed the coat and hat to the maid, and first scanned the people in the room with a calm face, as if he was very unhappy.

Zhu Yourong waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Bestow ......"

Before the word "give a seat" was finished, the young man had already spotted a cushioned rosewood Taishi chair in the room and sat down.

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang was quite unhappy tonight, he was arranged by a big man to attend the Dongchang meeting, and he didn't get a word out of that sentence, and sat next to him for two hours like a passerby. The problem is that I sat for two hours and waited for such a sad result.

Then the fat marquis inexplicably invited him to the house for supper, and said that he wanted him to meet someone. But when he arrived at this garden, he was left alone in the side hall. The supper was good, and there were a few delicious things, but in his current mood, even dragon meat couldn't taste it. There were still people playing movies in the living room next to them, and a large group of people laughed for a while, and laughed for a while. There are men and women, as well as a few foreigners. The more they laughed, the more depressed Xiaoqiang became. My heart said that you called me, and you really invited me to have supper!

At last he was hung until almost eleven o'clock, and at last a maid came to call him, still very arrogantly with her chin up, and her eyes on the ceiling:

"Hey, your name is Xiang Xiaoqiang, right?"

That's called an unpleasant one. If it weren't for Xiang Xiaoqiang thinking about the person who was going to introduce him, he would really have said a word to her. But he still endured it and replied politely:

"Yes, this sister, what do you command?"

"Cut, what can I command. It's our young lady who has orders. You just come with me. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang sweated, wouldn't it? What did their young lady tell me to do? …… It can't be what I thought it would be, would it?! He asked cautiously:

"Miss? What do you young ladies command? ”

"Hey, why do you ask so much, just come with me quickly," said the maid impatiently, "what do you want, just tell her how you saved people yesterday." Hey, you can tell me well. If you're blessed, you may still see ...... today."

No way! Xiang Xiaoqiang was really angry, and smashed his fist on several cases, and the fruits in the fruit bowl jumped out with shock.

He said in his heart that he dared to love you, the eldest marquis, and called me here just to let me tell stories to your daughter to amuse! What is the saying? Let the Buddha also be angry!

The maid was startled by him, and with an "ah" sound, she jumped to the side, and slowly stepped back, her face full of horror:

"You...... What do you want? Ah, you...... Don't come here......"

No way! Xiang Xiaoqiang was completely speechless. He looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart:

Marquis Zheng is a popular marquis...... He was the uncle of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty...... Bit high weight...... If you want to save Qiu Yun, you can't offend him...... I can't save Qiu Yun, and I can't offend him if I want to mix well in the future...... Therefore you cannot offend his daughter...... I'll say whatever my daughter wants me to do...... It's okay to talk about being in the bed......

After a while, the anger was suppressed, and the smile crept up again:

"Hehe, this sister, then please lead the way."

The maid was so frightened by him that she looked at him secretly, and she didn't dare to be arrogant, so she lowered her head and snorted in a low voice:

"Then, Xiang ...... Sir, this way, please. ”

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang came in, first nodded to Zheng Gongyin and said:

"Master Hou!"

Then he sat on the Taishi chair, facing Zhu Yourong, and set up Erlang's legs, shaking and shaking.

Zheng Gongyin's face slowly turned white, and he glanced at his daughter, and both father and daughter looked panicked. Zheng Gongyin was just about to scold, but when he saw Zhu Yourong raise a finger to stop, he swallowed his words back.

Zhu Yourong slowly sat up straight, put the stove on the table, leaned forward, supported his chin, and squinted at the young man opposite.

The young man squinted at her.

Zhu Yourong looked up at Zheng Gongyin, and then at Zheng Yuxuan. The two shook their heads, both puzzled.

Seeing that this young man didn't seem to recognize himself, Zhu Yourong became more interested, slowly picked up the teacup, scraped the tea leaves, and drank while blowing, while staring at Xiang Xiaoqiang intently, with a very interested smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to consume the other party to speak first.

She thought it was fun, but Xiang Xiaoqiang's patience was limited, and she wasn't ready to spend it with her.

Xiang Xiaoqiang said patiently:

"Two Miss Zheng, but you have to listen to the next ......"

"Poof—"

Zhu Yourong squirted out all the tea in one sip, sprayed a case, and some splashed on Xiang Xiaoqiang's brand-new pants.