"Zu Kuan, the cavalry sentry officer under the command of the chief soldier Zu Dashou, came to visit with gifts......

Zhao Datong, the commander of the cavalry battalion, led the commander-in-chief Zhao Datong to visit with gifts......

Ma Bao, the sentry officer of the infantry battalion under the command of the chief soldier Ma Shilong, visited with gifts......

Juehua's guerrilla Jin Shilin's sailors guarded Jin Fulin and visited with gifts......

Zhang Pan, the commander of the land camp under the command of Yuan Keli, the governor of Denglai, visited with gifts......

Lu Xiangsheng, the younger brother of the Daimyo Governor and the supervisor of the Nanzhili Guozi Prison, visited the ...... with gifts"

This watchdog has a round tone, the tail note drags on for a long time, and he chews the words, even if it is Lu Xiangguan, who has no official body, he has been torn out of two identities that can be put on the table, and he is tired of introducing them.

For this careful thinking, the real counterattack is to simply introduce the second dog solemnly, and also take the trouble to put a beautifully packaged souvenir into its mouth and let it go......

The little eunuch, who had not known what the trespass was for a long time, finally bulged his eyes and sang impatiently: "Under the command of Yuan Chonghuan, the governor of Liaodong, under the command of Huang Chongzhen, the garrison of the artillery battalion, and the military dog battalion is Huang Ergou, and he is visiting ...... with gifts."

The sharp sound passed through the arches and entered the depths of the Wei Mansion that was as deep as the Hou Gate, and went straight to the drunken birthday banquet hall, and the flattery of the Confucian officials who had also read the books of the sages and sages suddenly stopped abruptly.

When the little eunuch finished singing the name of the comer, it sounded again, and it was chaotic.

The eunuchs and the eagles and lackeys are all on display here.

The act of emphasizing truth is very close to irony, but the eunuchs are addicted to wine and power, and dare not be a little sober.

Wei Zhongxian also drank all the glass of sake he had tasted at this time, and let out a wild laugh that he claimed to be bold and heroic, but in fact it was a little more gloomy than the night owl: "Hahaha......"

The hall full of Confucian officials immediately laughed wildly.

Chongzhen heard the indescribable complacency from this wild laughter, and was led through the arches, through the vast courtyard, to the high-level Shou Hall of the Wei Zhongxian Banquet Eunuch Sect.

From beginning to end, he was smiling, resolute, and steady, neither humble nor arrogant.

In order to fuel these arrogances, which could not be arrogant for a long time, Chongzhen shouted a "salute" lightly, and led the other nine people, suddenly standing up straight with their already benchmark-like bodies, and even made a crisp sound because they were too new - pop.

It reached everyone's ears with such clarity that it even put an end to their wild laughter.

After a while, the ceremony is over.

Chongzhenquan should pay tribute to and thank the eunuch clique led by Wei Zhongxian for the various methods used by the Guan Ning army in the past few years - impeachment, suppression, restraint, subjugation, and spending money.

Of course, spending money is not only to subdue it, but also to make this army that has been hard to pull together and put together desperately, and block the hungry wolf-like and ferocious Jiannu for Daming and himself, so that he can be greedy for silver in Beijing for a few more years and enjoy the right to cover the sky with one hand for a few more years.

The so-called spending the country's money and doing one's own business is the most wishful thinking of this human being.

Although the power positions of the two are far apart, it does not prevent Chongzhen from using such advanced means as killing.

Wei Zhongxian was so keen, he seemed to be aware of this, and the Yin Owl's eyes stared at Chongzhen for a long time, but he always saw the latter staring at him calmly and clearly.

In the end, he still let out a soft "um", and the outstretched wine glass happened to catch the sake poured by the waiter, brought it to his lips and drank it again, and then continued to laugh: "Hahaha...... I heard that the red-clothed cannon is a prefix for might, sage and loyalty, and it was your big head who came up with it? ”

"Exactly."

"Yes, yes, that's what I want. Hahaha...... I heard that your kid is also good at reciting poetry? ”

"False praise."

"Why don't you write a poem to help the wine?" Wei Zhongxian leaned out slightly from the Taishi's chair and said.

"The hall is full of sages, and I don't dare to get an axe under the mark." It is necessary to be humble as usual.

"Could it be that you are a waste of fame?" Wei Zhongxian was the first to go, the old Confucian who combed his gray hair meticulously, and said neatly.

"That being the case, then so-and-so is ugly."

Chongzhen stood with his hands in his hands, and when he cleared his throat and said: "A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, go to the side of Yuguan, and a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night." The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden. This Sauvignon Blanc was originally used by a certain person on the return trip, and I wonder if it can be qualified to help the wine? ”

There is no doubt about it, as soon as Chongzhen's magnetic voice was opened, the whole hall was quiet, and when the chanting was finished, it was already quiet enough to hear the falling pin, and everyone who heard it looked at each other, sincerely admiring, but refused to admit it easily.

After a long time, the old Confucian who had just spoken was able to sort out his emotions and thoughts with great difficulty, and said, "There is no sound in the old garden? Dare to ask who the general is? ”

Chongzhen has a way to deal with this kind of egg-picking behavior, and arched his hand in the northeast direction where Wei Zhongxian is located: "A certain is a small soldier in Guanning, Liaodong, and the word general, I really dare not be it."

A certain from the Fushun Huang family, the ancestors have been cultivating and reading the heirloom for generations, and the ancestors have also raised people, all this information, Yuan Shuai has carefully investigated the doxxing, if the adults do not believe it, you can go to my Liaodong Ningyuan, ask Yuan Shuai to check the file. ”

The old Confucian obviously never imagined that a big-headed soldier with a dark face and a righteous face would not only do a good job of long and short sentences, his manners were impeccable, and his words were so sharp, but he also rebelled against his own army in a small way.

Sneaking a glimpse of Wei Zhongxian's slight dissatisfaction, he couldn't help but feel a little unexpected anger, but he refused to surrender his identity and reprimand angrily, so he had to pretend to wave his hand generously and said, "That's not it." However, since he is a person in Fushun, why do he still sigh that there is no sound of wind and snow in his hometown? ”

Hearing this, a shallow smile was suddenly drawn on the resolute face of the national character.

The old Confucian immediately felt that he was despised, and said angrily: "Why are you laughing? ”

Chongzhen smiled and said: "Whenever winter comes, the wind and snow in Fushun are naturally more fierce than Yuguan.

It's just that when he was still very young, when the poems of his predecessors could only be recited babbling and stumbling, Fushun was still a pure land, and there was no sound of swords.

Therefore, this 'there is no sound in the old garden', it is not the sound of the wind and snow, but the sonorous sound of the sword exchange, but the old man thinks badly. ”

As soon as the words "...... you" came out, the whole hall was surprised, and the old Confucian student seemed to have been humiliated, and pointed to the truth in anger, "What do you mean? It's an insinuation ...... old man"

Wei Zhongxian coughed lightly at the right time, and Chongzhen also spread his hands and blinked his innocent big eyes.

The old Confucian woke up like a dream, and his old face flushed with shame, but he still stubbornly said: "Although this Sauvignon Blanc can be called a masterpiece in the world, what Wei Xiang wants you to do is a poem, but what you do is words, and it can't be regarded as passing." ”

This is that they don't even care about the old face, that is, those people of the same faction in the audience feel that this head of the "Five Tigers", who has no ability to convince the public, is not only excessive, but also embarrassed and embarrassed, and the buzzing discussion suddenly sounded, and it was endless, which made the old Confucian even more embarrassed and angry.

Zhang Pan and Lu Xiangguan once again refreshed their ability to renew their cognition......

"Why do you make it difficult for me in every possible way......" Wu Sangui finally couldn't help but stand upside down, and there were signs that he would be angry for his brother first.

On the contrary, Chongzhen raised his hand to keep him silent, and opened his mouth to say: "The patio is square, surrounded by high walls. Clear to see pebbles, small fish in the center. Drink only water from the well, and you will never grow long. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Sangui and the others, whether they understood it or not, all applauded.

The rest of the officials, large and small, Confucian students, also nodded slightly.

The old Confucian seriously suspected that this bastard was insinuating himself again, so he only forcibly endured it, knowing that this poem was really a masterpiece, but he pretended to be disdainful, and said: "Five words? No, why not make the first seven words to listen? ”

"You old ......" Wu Sangui was almost out of anger.

Chongzhen laughed, took it easy, and said: "Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

"Good! All right! As soon as this poem came out, Zhou Ji's brothers applauded hard and applauded vigorously.

The Confucian students in the hall were also shocked, and they were impressed by this stinky boy with a tiger head.

Zhang Pan Lu Xiangguan was even more stunned and full of admiration.

Wei Zhongxian often works for the apocalypse to review the chapters, although he doesn't have much culture, but he has seen too many splendid articles, and he has also seen a lot of new and old jinshi who are conceited or prostrate, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his eyes are above the top.

But this time, when I heard the word "Chongzhen's second poem" with my own ears, I was still extremely surprised, and I couldn't help but look at the young man below, and saw that his body was as straight as a spear, and his face was light and light, so he couldn't help but nod his head lightly in approval.

The old Confucian who was stunned for a long time, but he still stubbornly shook his head and denied Chongzhen.

Seeing this, Chongzhen suddenly got angry, and reprimanded angrily: "Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and it is sad that all the horses are angry." I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. ”

"Good! What a poem! Wu Sangui's eyebrows danced, in the past, he was looking for the real stubble everywhere, but this time he did not hesitate to praise him, although it was just the same sentence over and over again.

"Bold ......" The old Confucian seemed to have grasped a great handle, his eyes were shining, and he was still waiting to provoke again.

"Please also ask your father-in-law to administer justice for a certain person." Chongzhen had finally let out an angry roar, the young man's clear angry voice, when even the only trace of confidence left in his old state was washed away.

"You ......" The old Confucian suddenly felt a breath of depression in his chest, extremely uncomfortable.

"I advise the Lord of Heaven to shake ...... Want to be higher than the heavenly test...... Well said, well said, hahaha...... It's good to say, it's good to say, hahaha......" Wei Zhongxian ignored him.

For some reason, I actually linked these two sentences together, and after repeating them, I probably regarded myself as the heavenly father, and laughed unscrupulously.

laughed so emotionally that he even slapped the armrests of the Taishi chair......

When he laughed, he would laugh heartily even when he brought a full house of guests.

Seeing this, the old Confucian immediately laughed along, and only laughed two or three times, and then he had already taken on the role, laughing so much that he could no longer see even the slightest embarrassment and shame.

Even the young man below arched his hand and said "admiration" silently, but he didn't see it.

With such cultivation, there is really no one, Chongzhen gave him a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart, and combined with his position in his heart, he had some guesses about his identity.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

Seeing that Wei Zhongxian didn't seem to be drunk cup after glass, and the Confucian students in the hall even had the momentum of drinking three hundred cups, he roared: "Good wine with heroes, father-in-law, my lords, please also try my border Guan turbid wine, although it can't be compared with the wine in your glass, but it is better than one word - strong." ”

As he spoke, Chongzhen untied the big skin bag hanging from his waist, unplugged it, and made an invitation.

The other nine people who had made sufficient preparations in advance immediately followed suit, and although the mouth of the sac was small, the rich aroma of wine still flowed together and overflowed in all directions, and in a moment, the aroma of wine was already full.

"Oh?" Wei Zhongxian leaned out and sniffed vigorously, only to feel that his stomach, which had not been impulsive for a long time, made a loud noise of anticipation, and couldn't help urging, "Quickly present it to the old man to taste." ”

Chongzhen lifted the wine bag, raised his head and poured a large mouthful into his mouth, swallowed it into his stomach and screamed "happy".

Just like a drunkard who endured the pain and cut his love, but pretended to be extremely bold, he handed the huge wine bag to the maid who came to get the wine, and the weight made the small maid's hands sink slightly.

Wei Zhongxian laughed, loved his sensibility very much, and also loved his heroic drinking posture, and couldn't wait to pour a big sip into his mouth when he held it in his hand.

The rich smell of wine suddenly made his lips and teeth fragrant, but the wildness of the wine, the intensity of the wine, and the rebelliousness of the wine also made him suffer a little, and he almost couldn't help coughing violently.

Fortunately, it was his instinct to endure humiliation and bear the burden, and when he saw that the whole audience was looking at him, he swallowed the wine, and then closed his mouth and suffocated the uppouring wine vividly, cleared his throat heavily, opened his mouth and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice: "Good wine!" Joyfully! Full for the old man! I will also change the wine for you! ”

"Father-in-law, although this wine is strong, it must be drunk in a large bowl to be the most pleasant." Chongzhen reminded him kindly, and rolled his Adam's apple as he spoke.

"Okay, change to a big bowl. He also gave each of these ten strong men a large bowl. Wei Zhongxian sharpened his voice, pretending to be heroic and good.

The clear and mellow aroma of the roast knife is poured into the large porcelain bowl, and in an instant, the hall is filled with a rich aroma of wine.

After three bowls of belly, the top ten skin bags of wine have almost been drunk, and the result is the life of a booze.

Some people are asleep, some are laughing, some are smiling, some are giggling, some are crying, and some are drunk.

There is even no shortage of real booze drinkers who have only drunk one bowl and dance, pulling their sleeves and calling them brothers......

However, Wei Zhongxian's amount of alcohol surprised Chongzhen, and Yin Owl's eyes became a lot brighter because of this, blinking his old face and pretending to be cute with innocent big eyes, staring at the only ten sturdy soldiers in the hall who stood straight.

But the coldness and obscenity that he invisibly revealed made people's hearts furious.