Chapter 71： Fuso Takeshi

Early Winter · Drizzle

Pei Ziyun sat in front of the window listening to the drizzle and hitting the window. In a blink of an eye, the young man who had been struggling to die in Woniu Village was now Xie Yuan and entered Xianmen.

Ye Suer, where are you now?

Pei Ziyun looked out of the window for a long time and took a deep breath. When talking about the tribute, Pei Ziyun went a few times and found that there were not many people left on the first day, and most of them thought these were commonplace.

Pei Ziyun listened with interest.

"Ancient etiquette is actually straight, monarch, father and son, up and down, clear and clear, and line up according to this rule."

"In modern times, it is still the monarch, the father and the son, the top and the bottom, or the queue to divide the fruits, but it has only changed from the explicit rule to the hidden rule, but this light and dark is progress."

"Cannot say that there is no progress, nor can it be said that the essence has changed."

"All in all: I still eat meat, but just look at it."

Pei Ziyun consciously benefited a lot. Although now living in Fu's house, he wakes up every morning at the end of the morning (6:45). He has finished grooming and used the morning to read the scriptures.

At noon, I use lunch, read the Scriptures, and practice for an hour. I don't want to practice, but the invigorating stage, which is completely carried out by metabolism.

读 Read the Tao Sutra at night.

Unconsciously, it was more than half a month. In November, the second day of the tributary, Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao came to visit and invited Pei Ziyun to go out to play, and Pei Ziyun went without hesitation.

Xiao Xiaolioli originally wanted to go out to play with her in the early summer, and was slammed back by Fu Juren with a "crank". Although this world is more open, it is not Pei Ziyun's original world.

Xiao Xiaoliol was scolded by Fu Juren in the early summer, her mouth burst into tears and she entered the courtyard and hid in the room.

裴 When Pei Ziyun came back, Xiao Loli snorted when she saw Pei Ziyun. It didn't seem to be Pei Ziyun that it was all the fault of this young master, which caused her to be reprimanded.

初 In the past few days, there was no early summer, and Pei Ziyun was thinking peacefully in the room.

"If you want to be successful, you must have an influence. The world also loves poetry. Literati people love poetry when they have free time. Fortunately, they have failed in stock trading in their past lives. They spend time at home and use their ancient poems to pass time every day. Use it. "

"There is strength to respect."

"The world's gates are powerful, so they are also qualified to line up to divide the fruits. If you make a contribution to the court, you will be rewarded. This may be your chance."

Pei Ziyun opened the window, and the wind came in. I felt comfortable for a while. Compared with the reincarnation, it is a bit easier and harder to play. It is just that I have to take the lead and not wait for me. I also need to figure out where to start.

At this moment, a servant knocked on the door, saying, "Master Pei, it was the third son of Hou Fu who handed in a post, explaining that the lunch was invited to the master at noon."

Pei Ziyun opened the door, and the servant handed in a gilded invitation. Pei Ziyun opened it and smiled, "I am going to dinner tomorrow."

On the second day, Hou's ox cart arrived in front of the house, and Pei Ziyun and Fu Juren got on the ox cart. As soon as they got on the car, Pei Ziyun found that there were two seats in front and back, a table, a girl serving, and a silver bottle. , Serve a glass of warm wine.

Pei Ziyun just feels relaxed and secretly thinks that this Houfu is really enjoyable. The road was calm and calm. When he arrived at a door, someone came to Pei Ziyun and said, "Presumably it is Pei Xieyuan? Your son is already waiting for you."

Listening to this man, Pei Ziyun swept around. Fu Juren's car seemed to be blocked on the road just a while ago, so go first. Pei Zi said, "Lead the way."

This person led Pei Ziyun to enter. This is not a Hou house, it can only be regarded as another courtyard, but it is also very large. The vines, trees, and roses in the garden form a flower hole, and another walk, and several tea trees are scattered. Tied with a bamboo fence, Yajing is very small in the courtyard.

He led Pei Ziyun to the door, and he knocked gently on the door: "My son, Pei Jieyuan has arrived."

"Brother Pei, please come in." Wei Ang's voice sounded in the room.

Pei Ziyun pushed open the door. Wei Ang was concentrating on making tea. He poured it with a small fan and filled it. Pei Ziyun looked at it. The room was very simple, mostly made of bamboo, bamboo table, bamboo chair, bamboo bed, on the wall. There are some landscape paintings, or some poems on the top.

I swept around in Pei Ziyun's room. Wei Ang tea was already cooked. I picked up the teapot and poured the tea cups on the table. Seeing Pei Ziyun still standing, he said, "Master Pei, sit down, please With tea, try my tea art. "

Wei Ang reached out and pushed the tea cup forward. Pei Ziyun stepped forward and pulled down the bamboo chair to sit down. After taking a cup of tea, he took a small sip, and the entrance was sweet with a fragrance. This was also the case when the earth was in the past life. Nostalgia, has a taste, is to taste slowly.

"Brother is really good tea art, if you can drink a cup every day, you can live for ten years." Pei Ziyun said with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Pei has been praised. My tea art is not fine. I will take you to see a tea ceremony in the future, but it ’s boring to drink tea here. I take Brother Pei out to look at Hou. He stood up and led Pei Ziyun out.

It didn't take long for them to leave the courtyard. Two Fusong samurai passed by in a hurry. Pei Ziyun had seen local history. There were also fusangs in the world. Pirates were also a great disaster for Anzhou. When we saw that Fusang warriors appeared in Hou's house, we asked: "Brother Wei Why is there a Fuso warrior in Fuchu? "

Wei Ang smiled: "Don't be surprised, this is a Fuso warrior that my father kept during the war. When the world was turbulent, the warrior had nowhere to go. He turned to Fuzhong. My father was magnanimous, so he didn't force a change. Take orders in the house. "

When I saw the Fusang warrior, Pei Ziyun had some associations, but did not say that Hou House was very big. He followed Wei Ang all the way around, along the way there were different small courtyards, strange flowers and different kinds of rocky rocks.

I was different from when I came. It didn't take long for a turn to pass through a door. A small lake appeared in front of me. There was an island in the lake with a pavilion.

Wei Ang led the way in front of the road, from the stone road straight up the island, this island is not large, only seven meters wide, planted a few weeping willows, the two sat down and said a few words, there is a maid hurriedly came: "My son, my son, it's time for a banquet. The steward ordered us to come to you quickly."

Wu Weiang didn't care about the girl either, and smiled: "Dinner? Okay, Brother Pei and I will pass."

This Wei Ang smiled and got up, then turned to Pei Ziyun: "Brother Pei, I wanted to show you more in Hou Fu, it seems only next time."

"This trifle, let's go to the banquet." Pei Ziyun smiled.

"Son, Xie Yuan, please hurry up, Mr. Shen and the housekeeper are in a hurry, and that's why I asked you to come to you." The maid said hurriedly.

After almost a quarter of an hour, the three talents arrived at the banquet room and waited for them at the outside housekeeper: "Hey, three sons, the banquet is about to start, you will be gone. You can promise Hou Ye to preside over the cultural meeting today. Mr. Shen will be there early. I'm waiting for you, many times. "

Listening to the steward's words, Wei Weiang said, "Anyway, I'm just interested. Let Brother Pei walk away in the backyard. Let's go in for a banquet."

Xi Weiang said, and entered the room.

"Please, Pei Xieyuan, it's inside." The steward led Pei Ziyun into the lobby, and there was a banquet in the room. At this time, many literati, celebrities, and celebrities raised smiles and talked to each other.

As soon as Xi Weiang entered the hall, Shen straightly greeted him and lowered his voice: "Three sons, I'll wait for you, and you will have a banquet afterwards, but don't be afraid of the stage."

"But there is nothing to fear," Wei Ang whispered.

Xi Weiang took the throne and shouted, "Dear everyone, I have always loved texts, so I asked my father to host this banquet. Please come and talk with us about poetry and poems."

当然 "Of course, there is nothing to drink without wine. Come, let's have a drink first."

With Wei Ang's words, everyone started.

This banquet is an indispensable course for Zhongju. Many aristocrats who have titled knights like to invite people to host the banquet. These people are reserved for the future. They will be able to do things after leaving the human relationship and deepen the relationship between the people. .

Just as Wei Ang was speaking, Pei Ziyun met Fu Juren, and Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao ~ www.novelhall.com ~ There was still a vacant seat, which was to call Pei Ziyun to sit.

Fu Juren whispered, "Where did you go just now? I entered the banquet and found you were not there. I thought you had to delay your car on the road."

Listening to Fu Juren, Pei Ziyun lowered his voice: "Brother Wei just asked me to drink a cup of tea and it was delayed."

Chen Chenchun and Yu Guangmao also saluted: "Brother Pei, you are polite."

Pei Ziyun returned his courtesy. The four were all familiar. At this time, the singing girl came in and sang, and Fu Juren lowered his voice to introduce everyone to Pei Ziyun, pointing to an old man: "This is Jiang Zhong, the former dynasty raised people, but also at home. Reading is a bit of fame. "

"There are also middle-aged people toasting. Don't look at just the talent, but the whole town is famous."

Fu Furen was more familiar with these celebrities, and introduced them to Pei Ziyun one by one, which opened up Pei Ziyun's vision.

Xun Wei Ang banquets are all about literary and ritualistic drinking. They enjoy themselves for a while, and occasionally they have drinks at other tables and fight poems. What they lose is drinking and they are lively.

When Wei Ang saw the banquet, everyone was drinking order, but he was arranged to host it, and he felt itchy for a while, holding down his voice, and straightly said, "Mr. Shen, if you come to host, I ’ll go down and drink. Well, it's so boring to sit here! "

No one at this table came up to pour the wine of the third son of Houfu, and no one came to pick the poetry, it was really boring.

"Son, you promised Hou Ye, wouldn't it be nice if you sat here safely and securely?" The three sons of Hou Fu are so free and easy that Shen Zhi is quite big.

Bian Weiang turned his eyes and thought about an idea. He said something close to the side of Shen Zhi's ear. Shen Zhi heard it, and his eyes were bright, saying, "When the son has the idea, he should do as the son said."