Gu Yongyuan originally hoped that after returning to the capital, he could be assigned to the frontier to lead the banner soldiers. He even mentioned it to the prince in private. However, this hope seems to be getting more and more distant. He is now given a temporary role as a decentralized-level official. He didn't know what responsibilities he would be assigned after the wedding.

The wedding date is coming soon, and Gu Yongyuan hasn't had time to sort out various things, and the day after tomorrow will be the day of marriage.

At noon that day, Gu Yongyuan was already drunk. He had no memory of how he had gotten back to his quarters. In a groggy state, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and when he opened his eyes, he had a splitting headache.

"Young Master, you're awake." This is the voice of Mo Ba. The scene in front of me gradually became clearer. This seems to be Moba's home. On the wooden table next to the earthen kang, the charcoal fire burned red.

As for what was lying on him, and what was covered with him, it was all new bedding, bright red brocade. Judging by the handmade pattern, it should be part of the wedding dowry. Could this be the bride's dowry when Moba got married?

Gu Yongyuan had never been to the mansion of the subordinates, but he knew that the inferior attendants and subordinates in the mansion lived in the west front yard. Recently, Mo Ba was assigned to a small courtyard by him, and became one of the highest-ranking people in the mansion.

"Master, the slave and maid will go and cook porridge for you." Only then did Gu Yongyuan discover that behind Mo Ba, there was a charming woman wearing a light green emerald cigarette suit. Her phoenix eyes are full of enchantment, exuding bewitching allure.

This woman is not cautious at all. She sat on the edge of the kang and gently pillowed Gu Yongyuan's head on her lap. She scooped a mouthful of porridge with a white jade spoon and fed it to Gu Yongyuan one bite at a time.

Originally, Gu Yongyuan still felt the influence of alcohol, but after drinking a few spoonfuls of porridge, he suddenly sobered up a little. He struggled to sit up and said, "I don't need you to do this, I can do it myself." ”

The bewitching woman smiled sweetly and helped Gu Yongyuan up. She introduced herself: "This maid's name is Zhulan, and she belongs to the Moba family. ”

Gu Yongyuan guessed that she was Mo Ba's wife. He felt even more embarrassed. Even if Mo Ba felt that it was normal for his woman to take care of Gu Yongyuan, if Gu Yongyuan slept with her, he might not even say a word, but as a man, did he really not feel a trace of discomfort in his heart?

Gu Yongyuan took the porridge bowl and drank it in small sips. Seeing Zhulan lift the curtain and come out, she said, "Moba, don't let your woman serve me in the future." ”

Mo Ba was stunned, and his face was obviously nervous. He cautiously asked, "Master, did she offend you just now?" Is there something wrong? Please tell the slave, I'll scold her later!" ”

Gu Yongyuan glared at him and said, "Look at you, you are so spineless, is it so comfortable for your woman to take care of other men?" ”

Mo Ba didn't seem to have thought about it. He wondered, "It is only natural that a servant serves his master. ”

Gu Yongyuan didn't bother to argue with him anymore. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's time for me to go." ”

"Yes, yes, the slave will send the master back to the room." Mo Ba hurriedly picked up Gu Yongyuan and put a cloak on him. However, he remembered that he couldn't let his wife take care of Gu Yongyuan and cause more trouble.

"This is the brother's oath under the peach blossom tree, the thin clouds are as empty as a light stream, the crescent moon green dragon knife is cold, thousands of miles alone, five passes and six generals will be in battle, Kunlun Mountain is shaking, what are the consequences, please look forward to the next episode!" The storyteller slammed the wooden table, and the teahouse burst into applause.

Sitting at the table by the window, Gu Yongyuan also smiled lightly and clapped his hands gently. When he first came to this world, he naturally felt that there was a lack of entertainment, especially without the convenience of computers. However, as time passed, he discovered that the entertainment of this era had its own unique charm, which was incomparable to the enjoyment brought by high-tech gadgets.

This is a teahouse near the overpass where the "lower class" of the capital gathers. The upper nobility of the inner city looked down on this area. However, Gu Yongyuan has liked to come to the flyover since he was a child, listen to books, and watch street performances.

He now wears an inconspicuous blue robe and jacket, and has taken off his emerald green ring. At this time, Gu Yongyuan, who was holding a folding fan and fanning the wind, was no different from the civilians who made a living around the flyover.

Tomorrow is the day he gets married, Gu Yongyuan couldn't help but take out the photo from his pocket to look at it. That was a photo of him and Su Hongniang. However, the imaging technology of this era is far from impressive. Su Hongniang's appearance is still beautiful and exudes unparalleled charm. And he himself, expressionless, like a lifeless zombie. He didn't know if the people of the future would curse him for his lack of expression. If it's him, at least he's not a little handsome, right?

Perhaps because he had lived in this world for twenty years, the customs and customs here gradually influenced him. For example, marrying Miaoqing. Although Gu Yongyuan felt guilty every time he thought of Su Hongniang, he also realized something: Miaoqing was still young, he would not have any romantic relations with her, and he could not control society's expectations of his status. What's more, in this world, it is common to marry wives and concubines. Although Gu Yongyuan felt that such an idea was a bit shameless, the temptation of being able to embrace multiple women in this world did make his heart beat faster.

However, imagine yourself in close contact with other women in front of Su Hongniang? The thought sent him shudders. Maybe it's better to give up the idea of hugging multiple women; He didn't want to lose his head under the girl's knife.

"Little Prince!" A fair-skinned, delicate young man in a patched robe walked over and bowed. Despite the patches on his clothes, he looks clean.

He is none other than Ma San, a storyteller who has just come to power. His real name and background remain a mystery to all.

"Sit down!" Gu Yongyuan gestured. Tomorrow he will get married, and he doesn't know if he will be able to continue to come to Tianqiao to listen to stories in the future. Otherwise, he might even take Miaoqing to play with him.

"Waiter, bring Ma Sange a bowl of braised pork noodles with ingredients!" Gu Yongyuan knocked on the table with a fan, and the waiter immediately shouted: "A bowl of braised pork noodles!" And the topping! Adding extra ingredients means adding more meat.

"Thank you, Brother Ma!" Ma San was deeply moved and bowed again. Gu Yongyuan has always been very considerate to him. It's a pity that Ma San couldn't help complete the task given to him by Gu Yongyuan.

Sure enough, Gu Yongyuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Is that thing feasible?" ”

Ma San immediately blushed, feeling that he had failed Gu Yongyuan. Now he doesn't even have the qualifications to enjoy the meal that Gu Yongyuan invited him to eat.

Seeing Ma San's expression, Gu Yongyuan already knew the answer. "I guess it's hard," he laughs. So be it. After returning from Shanghai, Gu Yongyuan approached Ma San and hoped that he could tell a story about the situation overseas. Gu Yongyuan also wrote tens of thousands of words describing the adventures of Qing Dynasty men abroad. This, of course, involves the introduction of technological advances from Western countries, although these advances may seem magical to Chinese.

Ma San moved uncomfortably and said, "Little Wangye, I showed your story to several experts, and they all said that your story style is ......."

His voice waned, probably realizing that those experts were not dampening their criticism.

Gu Yongyuan smiled faintly. At this moment, the waiter brought a plate of steaming shredded pork noodles. Gu Yongyuan smiled: "Let's eat noodles first." ”

"Ma San has not completed the task assigned by the little prince, and Ma San does not dare to eat." Ma San protested.

Gu Yongyuan jokingly knocked his head with a fan. "I'll just eat it if I invite you, don't care about this bowl of noodles, am I such a stingy person in your eyes?"

Ma San smiled, immediately grabbed his chopsticks, and devoured the noodles. A bowl of braised pork noodles with ingredients is only fifteen taels, and he rarely has such luxury.

Gu Yongyuan thought about it for a while, and found that his thoughts were a little whimsical. It's just a passing fantasy.

"But to be honest, little prince, is the story you showed me true? Is it true that Westerners lack education? Are men and women really that intimate? Ma San asked Gu Yongyuan while pulling the noodles, his tone was full of disdain, but there was a trace of curiosity on his face. As a young man who had never even held a woman's hand, the customs of foreigners intrigued him.

Seeing that Ma San, a ragged scholar, was more interested in questioning the seemingly "ridiculous" and "shameless" behavior of Westerners, Gu Yongyuan realized that his attempt to spread consciousness had failed.

"Eat your noodles!" Gu Yongyuan didn't bother to answer him, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Ma San finished eating the noodles with great interest and drank the soup in one gulp. He wiped his mouth, and when he turned his head, he saw Gu Yongyuan leisurely drinking tea. He had an idea in his heart, and said eagerly: "Little prince, I have an idea, if you really want me to tell your story, there is a way." But there is one condition: I want to be full! ”

Gu Yongyuan knocked Ma San's head with a fan and said with a smile. "So, now you know you don't have an audience. Why should I ask you to tell my story? Do you want some calm? ”

Ma San blushed and didn't dare to refute.

"Of course, let's try it!" Ma San readily agreed. Then, as Gu Yongyuan expected, a silver ticket of ten taels appeared in front of him. Ma San felt his throat dry, and he clutched the silver ticket tightly in his hand.

"That's half a month's pay, and if the response is good, the reward will be even more." Hearing Gu Yongyuan's words, Ma San was both grateful and loyal.

Gu Yongyuan gently shook the folding fan, and his smile remained unchanged. He doesn't see such folktales as a platform for introducing the Western world, but regardless of what the public thinks, having some voice can at least start a conversation about Western affairs.