Tianyuan Shendu, in the depths of Xiaoyaofang, covers an extremely wide area but looks extremely bleak mansion - Xiaoyao Hou Mansion.

The vermilion paint that paints the gate has long been mottled and peeled off, and the two stone lions on the left and right are no longer carved at the beginning of the carving, with their teeth and claws, majestic and majestic, and the wind and rain have become old, just like the old man lying quietly under the autumn sun.

Unlike other down-and-out but strong façades, near noon, the gate of the Hou Mansion was closed, and there was not even a gatekeeper, and he looked like he lived alone in a secluded valley.

In the distance, two young men in Tsing Yi pushed a simple wooden cart over the street covered with fallen leaves that had not been cleaned for a long time and stopped in front of the Hou Mansion.

The unconscious young man was placed on the stone steps in front of the door, and one of them raised his hand and slammed on the door, causing a loud bang.

"Bang Bang Bang"

After a while, the door finally opened, and an old man with a slightly stiff figure and a beardless face poked his head out and asked in a slightly shrill voice, "Two little brothers...... What's the matter?"

The little servant pointed to the young man on the ground who was covered in blood and said, "The prince of your mansion drank wine and became angry in my Cuiyun Garden, and fought with Zeng Sanlang of the Zhenguo General's Mansion and Xue Sishao of Weiyuan Bo's Mansion. Mother Li asked us to send people back. ”

"Second young master?" the old man looked at the man lying on the ground, his face full of helplessness. This is a common thing for the second young master, and he is numb.

"I'm tired of the two of you, is there anything else?"

“...... Oh, it's okay. Tsing Yi said.

Then he saw that the old man helped the second young master to turn around and go back to the house at a speed far beyond his age, and the door closed again with a bang.

The little guy who had been very active looked at his companion stupidly and said, "This is the end?"

The companion said in a slashed voice: "Otherwise, you still want to ask for a bounty! Brother, you just came, my brother taught you to be a good man, this Xiaoyao Hou Mansion is not as good as other families, I will tell you......"

The two little guys pushed the wooden cart away, and as soon as the autumn wind passed, the fallen leaves danced lightly, and the courtyard was lonely, like a deep valley.

......

At night, the huge Xiaoyao Mansion seems to be ghostly, and there is no light in the dark.

"Squeak-" Wei Sanbao gently closed the kitchen door, holding a food box in one hand and a windproof lamp in the other, walking through the corridor and towards the dining room.

Pavilions and pavilions along the road, garden wall and moon gate, by the moonlight, he is not afraid of making mistakes, so many years down, which step should lift his legs, which step should go down the steps, which step should turn, he already knows in his heart.

Under the moonlight, the whole Hou Mansion has a different kind of beauty. The Hou Mansion not only occupies a wide area, but also has unique ingenuity, even if it is a brick or a flower tree. Originally, this was the palace.

Faced with such a beautiful place, Wei Sanbao was under a lot of pressure. The simplest thing can't be done at night. Even if you use the worst lamp oil to light up the Hou Mansion, it will cost hundreds of taels of silver every night. Not to mention the whale oil, which used the default price ratio of gold when it was originally designed, the flame color was bright, and it would emit a calming fragrance when burned, burning ten years of food expenses in one night, which was unimaginable and crazy in Wei Sanbao's opinion.

How many lamps are lit? It's like sprinkling a few stains on a perfect picture, destroying perfection, doing evil! So, just leave it dark.

The four walls of the dining room are lit with bright lights, and there is a rosewood log table in the middle. The second young man, who was going home sideways during the day, was already sitting at the round table, and the second young man was wrapped in a white cloth around his head, and the blood was faintly visible. made a cup of hot tea, crossed Erlang's legs, swallowed melon seeds, smiled in his mouth, and looked at a silk book with spring in his eyes.

Wei Sanbao knew what this was, the god work that was so popular in the hands of the second-rate young man of Shendu that it was flying, "The Secret History of the Spring Boudoir".

In the face of Er Shao, Wei Sanbao didn't even bother to have the respect on the surface. He even thought maliciously in his heart, for such a thing as his parents' death, Er Shao is probably the least heartbroken, no one cares!

Wei Sanbao said expressionlessly: "Second Young Master, don't look at unclean things on the dinner table!"

The second young master said, "Grandpa Wei, you old man don't understand. It's the best thing in the world. Not to mention that this masterpiece is simply a new history. Not only is the painting exquisite, the characters are exquisite, and the subtleties are exquisite, but its demeanor and charm are so wonderful that it is simply fascinating. It is an unprecedented insight before me, and I realized that there is a love of grinding mirrors in this world.

What's more, there are stories and plots in the book, good families, sisters-in-law, younger siblings, sisters-in-law, even teachers, aunts, and even more excessive...... Ah, don't say it, don't say it, Grandpa Wei, it's a pity for you, I don't know the wonder of this book!"

Er Shao seems to have opened the dam of the floodgate, and it is like living in a house for ten years and finally finding a soulmate, as soon as he opens his mouth, it is like a flood that cannot be controlled.

Wei Sanbao only heard that his temples were beating and he was angry!

Wei Sanbao decided to ignore Er Shao and put the food in the food box on the plate.

A steamed osmanthus fish, a rosin roasted snow goose, a plate of seasonal side dishes, a large plate of chicken meatball vermicelli soup, a large bowl of hot white rice, and three pairs of clean chopsticks are laid out one by one, which looks pleasing to the eye. opened the sinful hand that Er Shao stretched out to roast the goose, and finally placed the white porcelain cup in front of the empty dishes and chopsticks next to Er Shao.

After a little appreciation, he gave himself a ninety score in his heart. Although compared with other Hou mansions, this table of meals is comparable to that eaten by the subordinates. But he did everything he could. The Hou Mansion has no income except for the pitiful fixed food received from the Zongren Mansion every year, and he is very satisfied that he can maintain this level every day for 360 days a year!

He said to Er Shao: "Second Young Master, don't steal food, wait for Master Hou to come and eat together." ...... In addition, don't touch the ginseng soup, it is specially for Hou Ye to simmer. ”

Er Shao said: "I know, I know...... Grandpa Wei is just eccentric. ”

Wei Sanbao looked at him and said with a serious face: "Second Young Master, you must know that every year you spend more money playing outside than you will eat in the next year. Hou Ye has worked hard for the Hou Mansion, and cultivation is the most exhausting, you have to understand!"

In the face of the preaching, the second young man immediately surrendered and said, "I understand, I understand!" Wei Sanbao nodded and went out, going to call the cultivator Hou Ye to come out for dinner.

When Wei Sanbao and a young man entered the dining room, Er Shao had already eaten with a mouth full of oil, and half of the roast goose on the table was missing, and he was holding a goose leg in his left hand and biting it.

Wei Sanbao glared at Er Shao fiercely, the young man beside him was not stunned, his grade was not a few years older than Er Shao, there was still a bit of similarity between the eyebrows of the two, just a jump, a composure, he smiled: "Second brother, I heard Grandpa Wei say that you were beaten again?"

Er Shao retorted a little anxiously: "Brother, it's not that I'm beaten, I'm a one-on-two...... Zeng Sanxue Si is worse than me, and now he may still cry at home and call his mother!" Then his face was full of pride. Er Shao thinks that the eldest brother is good, at least he is better than when his father was the marquis. Even if Grandpa Wei takes care of the accounts, every time he takes money, it is like asking him to die.

"Master Hou, hurry up and eat while it's hot!" Wei Sanbao couldn't see that the second young man was playing treasure, so he interjected directly.

The young man smiled bitterly, but seeing Wei Sanbao standing aside, upright, serious and respectful, he didn't talk nonsense, and sat down in the vacant seat next to the second young man. Wei Sanbao sat down at the bottom of the door. Eating at the same table is already the biggest achievement of Wei Sanbao's transformation.

Suddenly, he felt that his hand touched something, turned his head to look, and a familiar silk book came into view, he raised his eyebrows strangely, and said quietly: "Second brother, put your things away." ”

"Oh. Er Shao's mouth did not stop, and he took the silk book into his arms as if nothing happened.

The young man drank the ginseng soup and asked casually: "It's actually a silk book, isn't the price cheap?"

Er Shao didn't have any intention to hide and said, "Brother, this book is so popular now." There are two versions in total, one is made of the finest Xizhou paper, and the other is made of my kind of silk, which costs 500 taels! This is not what I bought, but the loot that was captured from Zeng Saburo!" The word "loot made him bubble with joy, and in his opinion, he made a lot of money today."

The young man exclaimed: "It's so expensive, even if the silk materials are better, it's not so outrageous!"

The second young man who doesn't learn and has no skills is the first to say to the doorway here: "It's not expensive at all, brother, let me tell you, even if Xizhou paper is the best grade in paper, but it's just paper, not durable." Especially when you read this kind of book, it will change dramatically in less than ten days, and it's normal to tear off some corners or something when you're excited, and if you accidentally get on something, you can't get rid of the stain. The silk is different, with the thread instead of ink, with the best silk thread, in order to make the technique of paying tribute to Shu embroidery, just wash it when it is dirty, and ensure that the color is as bright as new for ten years, and it can be treasured for a lifetime, and more importantly, this is a limited edition!"

"I see. The young man replied casually.

From the moment he sat down at the dinner table, Wei Sanbao seemed to be invisible, eating silently. After the meal, he silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks alone.

Two masters and one servant, this can be regarded as the characteristics of the Hou Mansion.