The voice came from the opposite side of the Lu family, and the person who spoke was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, red cheeks and a smile, high cheekbones and a beard, patting his legs and straightening his arms to point to the tray held by Mu Yu, and shouting: "Bring my Wuyi big red robe first!" ”

"Yan Shangshu has good ears, and he is used to making our grandmother think that I am deliberately showing!"

Mu Yu smiled, went to Shangshu Yan Hua's side, and first brought the white porcelain tea bowl and duck fat puff pastry with Taiping Monkey Kui to an elder beside him with gray hair, wrinkled eyes, and an old dragon clock, and then put the Wuyi big red robe and bean paste glutinous rice cake next to Yan Hua.

Seeing this, Yan Hua immediately laughed and patted the elder's shoulder: "Xiang Xiang, take a look!" As soon as you come, you will be restrained by the little girl, and you can't make jokes! It can be seen that the whole of Luoyang knows that you are an old antique who does not understand changes! ”

"Yan Hua is used to making fun of the old man!" Xiang Hongru squinted his eyes, stroked his long white beard and replied with a smile.

Turning his eyes to Mu Wu, he looked at him for a moment, and couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, she is indeed a clever girl." ”

"He is indeed a sensible child." There is a gentle female voice interjecting, and the tone is unhurried.

Mu Yu followed the voice, and saw the fourth lady of the Wang family bowing her head with a smile, and briefly told everyone about the Buddha worship that day.

Beside her, a fair-skinned, bright-eyed, and delicate-looking young man listened carefully, and when the fourth lady lightly understated the slackness of the refreshment room, he frowned slightly, revealing a distressed expression, and his slender fingers were always tightly interlocked with the ten fingers of the fourth lady. When Mu Yu saw this, he knew that he was the husband of the fourth lady, the fourth young master Wang Zheng of the East Courtyard of the Wang family.

Wang Zheng looked at his wife with distressed eyes, and when his wife finished speaking, he turned to Mu Yu with a warm smile: "If there is an accident in the Self-Defense Mansion, among the descendants of the Wang family, there are people who are used to meeting the wind and the rudder, and there are few gentle and considerate people like you." ”

"The fourth master is raised, and the slaves and maids are idle, but they don't think about anything else."

Mu Yu smiled, and gave the West Lake Longjing and Zimi Qingtuan to Shi Shao, who was tied with Wang Zheng and Wei Ruan as the "Four Sons of the Capital".

Shi Shao bowed slightly, thanked Mu Yumu, took a sip of tea, and couldn't help sighing: "I think back then, when Wei Ruan and Wei Ji were there, we talked about the past and the present, and we were full of spirits, how many endless feelings and intentions were there?" Wei Xiang, Xiang Xiang, Zheng Siye, Yan Shangshu, plus his father, and several Confucian families in Kyoto, also often gather in the purple bamboo forest to talk about the scriptures, and their reputation is even the same as the ancient 'Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest'. It's a pity that the dead are dead now, and the scattered ......"

"Shi Gongzi must not be sad", opposite Shi Shao, a burly man, with a long face and a square forehead, and brown skin, opened his mouth to persuade, his sand voice still had a bit of an alien accent, and two young men with the same appearance accompanied him.

The three people are the eldest son of Yin Jun, the eldest son of King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu Department of Yanbei who has been a hostage in Jin Song for more than 30 years, and the two sons Yin Cheng Yu and Yin Cheng Value, who were born in Luoyang, Kyoto, and are of the same age as Wang Zheng and Shi Shao.

Mu Yu came to Yin Jun's side, Cheng Yu, and Cheng Value, and put down the Lu'an melon slices.

Yin Jun Shizi bowed slightly, thanked Mu Yu, put the tea aside, and said: "The Shi family and the Yan, Xiang, and Wang families are all the families of Zhong Ming Ding Food, the family of poetry and books, and the culture is passed down from generation to generation, continuing to Xingshangshu, Zheng Siye, Shi Gongzi, and today with Xiang and other Hongru predecessors gathered in the purple bamboo forest, they can still be called the 'Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest' in ancient times, so why should they be nostalgic for the old time?" ”

"Not bad, not bad", Wang Xing followed Yin Jun's words closely, and persuaded him with a smile, "Shi Gongzi really doesn't need to be sad. The Shi family and the Yan, Xiang, and Wang families are all the families of Zhong Ming and Dingshi, and the family of poetry and books and hairpins, how can the foundation be broken by one thing at all? Even after thousands of years, the four of us can still go to Zizhuyuan to make up enough 'Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest', 'Eight Sages' and 'Eleven Sages'! ”

"Xingshangshu is good, the old man loves to listen!" Yan Hua waved his arms and echoed loudly.

When everyone saw this, they all laughed and agreed, and the nicknames of "Old Man in the Bamboo Forest" and "Hundred-Year-old Demon" screamed in anger.

When Mu Yu heard this, he couldn't help but purse his lips and laugh, and served the remaining refreshments to Wang Xing, Lu Shi, Wang Zheng and the fourth lady in turn.

"We are all scholarly families who have cultivated and read heirlooms since our ancestors, and they are not within the reach of vassal and elegant outbreaks. Let's just say that Lu Mi, Dou Da doesn't know a few words, but in Yuan Ranchong's Jinlan Valley, what kind of elegant banquet is he doing——"

Before Yan Hua's words fell, Xiang Hongru coughed vigorously, and everyone was silent, looking at each other with different expressions.

Seeing this, Wang Xing's eyes rolled, and he glanced obliquely at his wife Lu, cautiously observing her face.

Lu Shi's face was gloomy, and he left without saying a word.

"Xiang Xiang", Yan Hua finally couldn't help but erupt, and said in an excited tone, "Lu Hou Ji Si Chen, the Lu family covers the sky with one hand, the gate valve family has been suppressed, how many loyal ministers and good generals have died in Huangquan, can we just let it go?!" ”

"Yan Hua!" Xiang Hongru shouted to stop, "If that's the case, don't talk about it again!" ”

"Xiang Xiang!" Yan Hua asked angrily, "You and the Wei family are also close friends of generations of in-laws, and the Wei family has ended up like this, don't you feel scared when you look at it?" Now, the emperor's eldest son Ji has reached the age of twelve, his character and knowledge have been successful, and his mother Zheng is also gentle and generous, why don't we support the emperor's eldest son Ji as the crown prince? Ordered Lu to abdicate? ”

"Yan Hua!" Xiang Hongru's lips trembled, his face was red and purple, and his old eyes gasped for a long time with tears in his eyes before he said, "Wei Zheng and I are brothers who have been on the battlefield together, and the fourth daughter of the Wei family is the biological mother of my grandson Xiang Hongru. Not afraid in your heart? However, we, the old Confucians, no matter how intertwined we are, can't stand up to the fire burning out one after another. In the cold winter season, if you don't recuperate and protect yourself, why do you have to hit a stone with an egg? ”

"Xiang Xiang, Yan Shangshu, try the newly made dim sum in the refreshment room, see if it suits your appetite!"

Wang Xing smiled and interrupted, and asked Mu Mo to add tea to everyone.

Mu Yu obeyed, while adding tea to everyone, and quickly turned the conversation to the production of refreshments. From the production of refreshments to the delicacies of various states, everyone quickly perfunctory the topic of waste and storage, and the atmosphere became a little cheerful in a moment.

Suddenly, a small servant jumped out of the bamboo forest and reported to Wang Xingyu: "Uncle, Uncle Jing has come to congratulate you on your birthday, saying that this time I came back from Silla and found a good night pearl from the East China Sea, and I am waiting to honor you." ”

"Bastard! Who told you to let him come! Wang Xing listened to the rumors of the little guy, and smashed the tea bowl in anger, his face was pale, and he scolded sharply, "You don't want to see what the situation is today?" Dare him to spoil our Yaxing! ”

"Yo! Who dares to conceive my uncle's Yaxing? ”

A lazy voice came, followed by the noise of crickets accompanied by the sound of squirming footsteps.

When everyone heard the words, they saw a young man wearing golden brocade, with a ring around his waist, swaggering out of the bamboo forest, hooking a cricket jar obliquely with one finger, holding a folding fan in one hand, the poems on it came from Gu Nanqing, who was listed as the "Four Sons of Beijing" with Wang Zheng, Shi Shao and Wei Ruan, and the paintings were from the Lu brothers, who were famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

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