Chapter 378, Brother Shanlin

"That's right, sister-in-law. You can help me ask Yaolin, Rugui and Rubi, which of the two girls does he like more? Fusuri smiled.

Yaolin is the expression of Fukangan, because he is about to get married, so His Majesty Qianlong gave him the expression.

Speaking of this table, it's quite feminine. Ying Yue complained silently, but said with a smile on her face: "When it comes to trying to get married, you can just make your own decisions." ”

Fu Suli pursed his lips and smiled: "Let's ask Yaolin, after all, this is to choose a trial marriage for him." ”

Ying Yue asked curiously, "Why didn't you ask him personally?" "Fukangan's Efu Mansion has reached the final stage, and the day of moving is not far away, but after all, it has not left the palace yet.

Fusuri said in a low voice: "It's not very proper to meet before marriage. ”

Forehead...... It seems that there is such an unwritten rule.

Ying Yue touched her nose, glanced at Rugui and Rubi who were looking like a flower and moon next to her, Rugui was born beautiful, Rubi was more beautiful, and nodded: "Okay, I'll ask him for you." ”

Fukangan, this kid, is really blessed.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the opening of the classless building, and Yingyue also came early in the morning, naturally pretending to be a man.

Dressed in a blue cloud brocade robe, with a sable cloak on his shoulders, and a small face lined with dense black wind hair, Ying Yue specially painted thick eyebrows, and a heroic sword eyebrows.

stepped on golden boots, tied a white jade belt around his waist, and had a Xiangfei bamboo fracture fan in his hand, and he was very afraid of the cold and fanned it twice. This fan is Yongying, Ying Yue saw that it was good, so she grabbed it even more and used it to pretend to be forced.

Because this fan is an antique, there is an inscription of Tang Bohu on it!

Ying Yue glanced at this person who came and went to the building, and many people were patrolling outside the building, not daring to move forward.

I saw a sign standing on the side of the gate: Those who enter this gate must be dressed appropriately.

So these poor scholars who are not confident in their clothes are a little hesitant. Ying Yue was not in a hurry to go in, and secretly sat in the carriage and watched.

Finally, a brave young scholar finally came to the door, his robe was washed white and even patched, but his clothes and appearance were clean.

The scholar arched his hand and said, "Next, I want to buy a library card!" ”

The gatekeeper glanced at the scholar, and immediately returned the salute and said, "Please come here." ”

For a while, the poor scholars outside the building were all excited, "He can go in with several patches on his clothes!" Then we're even more well-dressed! ”

So he rushed over.

The gatekeeper hurriedly raised his voice and said, "Don't worry, everyone, one by one!" A library card of 50 yuan on the first floor, if you don't have enough money, you can also copy books to offset the account! In addition, the library card is valid until the 30th of next month, and a maximum of five books can be borrowed each time. A deposit is required for the first three borrowings, and no deposit is waived for the first three times without damage! The hot water in the building is free, you need to keep quiet, and do not disturb others to read! ”

Ying Yue bowed slightly, not bad, very lively, but orderly.

Soon, poor scholars poured in, and the classless building was suddenly enriched.

Fifty yuan, even for poor scholars, the vast majority of people can afford it, in fact, all of them are ready copper coins, but they were just afraid of the high threshold and couldn't get in. After all, this early in the morning, many children of powerful families have already entered!

At this time, a wealthy businessman with a mouth full of oil came over with a big belly, but was stopped by the gatekeeper with a straight face, "Please stop." ”

The rich merchant was furious: "What do you mean by this? Are you afraid I won't be able to pay?! ”

The gatekeeper pointed to the sign next to him: "Those who enter the classless building need to be dressed appropriately." ”

The wealthy businessman was even more annoyed: "Uncle's clothes, but Hangzhou's Ayaluo!" What's wrong?! ”

The gatekeeper looked at a small piece of oil stained on the placket of the rich merchant's clothes, "So dress appropriately, not in fine clothes, even if it is old and has patches!" But you have to be neatly dressed! ”

The poor scholars in the building immediately realized, "It turns out that this is what it means to be proudly dressed!" ”

"Yes, yes, why is Aya Luohua's clothes decent, our clothes are clean and neat, and they are also decent!"

The gatekeeper said with a straight face: "What's more, put aside your hands full of oil, the book building, I'm afraid that you will stain the books!" ”

The rich merchant was annoyed and angry: "It's just a bookstore, what's the big deal!" Uncle, I'm not uncommon! So the rich merchant walked away.

The poor scholars in the building showed disdain one by one, and they showed a little satisfaction.

Ying Yue smiled and nodded, yes, yes, this was specially arranged, just to show that the classless building is not accepted by all kinds of people!

The people who take care of the classless building are all young men wearing scholar's robes, and they all have "classless building librarians" hanging on their plackets, all of them are obviously famous, and the chief administrator, Mr. Shi, is even more of a lifter!

Therefore, when the administrators saw the visitors, no matter how luxuriously dressed, they did not have any flattery, and they bowed their hands without being humble or arrogant, but without being rude, and said, "Please show your library card." ”

Ying Yue proudly took out the gold-colored VIP library card from her sleeve, opened the title page, and wrote on it the gift of Huang Shizi's Yongying, as well as the seal of "Master Yi Jinzhai", and then the information of the owner of the library card.

Fucha Yingyue, born in the seventeenth year of Qianlong, has a face like a crown of jade and handsome eyebrows.

After the administrator glanced at it, he saw that it was a child of the Fucha family, and this library card was still given by the eleventh elder brother, but it was still not half flattering, but his tone was much more polite, he returned the library card with both hands, and said with a smile: "Fucha Gongzi, please." ”

"Thank you." took back the library card, and Ying Yue went up to the second floor with a small servant, who was pretended to be the eunuch Xiao Lezi. After all, the girls around her can't pretend to be men, they walk with slender steps, and they show their stuffing at a glance.

So I had to ask for a eunuch from Yongying's side.

At this time, there are already more than a dozen people on the second floor, all of them are richly dressed and have a good bearing, either rich or expensive.

The richly dressed sons and daughters are surrounding this noble man in mink fur, this man looks like he is no more than twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a sheep's fat white jade wrench on his index finger, smiling, and laughing and talking about poetry with everyone.

Yo, acquaintance!

Ying Yue smiled and shouted in a rough voice: "Brother Shanlin! ”

"Brother Shanlin" couldn't help but be stunned, the voice was a little familiar, but why was it a little weird? hurriedly turned around and took a look, and saw a little boy with a face like a beautiful jade, and in the next second, the corners of "Brother Shanlin's" mouth twitched.

Ying Yue smiled and walked forward quickly, and bowed: "Brother Shanlin, I'm Yingyue!" Yingyue of the sixth room! "The sixth room of the Fucha family has been working outside, and there are countless children, and the people in Beijing are not familiar with it, so it is most appropriate to pretend.

Yingyue in the sixth room? It's clearly our nine-room Yingyue! Your sister's!

Oh no, this is really his sister!

Shanlin is Fu Longan, this forehead lord watched his sister smash, and there was a strong desire to complain.