Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 171 Mrs. Shentu
In Zhang Zhe's view, the three brothers Qiao Gangzhu in "Dragon Babu" just represent the three ideals of men.

The heroism of the hero, the chicness of the son, and the adventure of the poor boy.

Mr. Duan and Ms. Wang met Li Yanzong (Murong) outside the apricot forest, which was a typical example of the Tianxiang family killing their childhood sweethearts. Although Ms. Wang was still thinking about her cousin at this time, everyone had already faintly noticed the ending.

The chapter updated that night was a triangle play between the three of them.

Hearing a group of men laughing and winking at each other, tacit expressions filled the room.

After finishing this chapter, the exhausted listeners were about to invite some friends to go to the red tiles of the Green Pavilion for a leisurely one or two, when suddenly a boy jumped out from the side, raised his head and raised his voice.

"The first volume of "Tian Long Ba Bu" is available at Cheng's book shop~~, each shop only has 120 five volumes available!!! You can order it from the end of You to the end of Xu tonight. After today, you can buy it even if you have money Less than~~~!!"

The crowd suddenly boiled, especially a few scholars who had just climbed down from the outer wall, gritted their teeth, supported each other, and stumbled into a small path.

"I'm familiar with that bookstore, follow this path!"

"If you ordered that book, how about the "Ji Zhu" ordered by the master?"

"There will still be fewer people in the academy, and it will take some effort to copy each other. Let's go, hold on!"

"Then Master Qiao, I don't know if he can find out his true life experience?"

"I'm curious, how much money can the prince earn, hehe."

"The bookstore is here. It's dangerous. There are so many people? Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

On the second day, at the north gate of Jiangling, a group of chariots and horses entered.

One of the two-horse chariots was also embroidered with the words "Yuzhong", and the gatekeepers hurriedly lowered their heads and drove pedestrians to let them go first.

There is a line of small characters embroidered on the horse lanterns of the chariot: Yuzhong Chess is waiting for the imperial edict Shentu.

Inside the carriage, an old woman with white hair and jade face opened the curtain and looked at the streets of Jiangling.

"Three years later, Jiangling City is still the same as before."

There was a young girl accompanying the old woman in the carriage, and she just picked up a piece of frosted charcoal and put it into the small copper furnace in the middle of the carriage. Hearing this, she smiled and said: "Madam has a photographic memory, and the whole country knows that everything in my homeland is here." In Madam's mind, it seems to be the same now as before."

Seeing Mrs. Shentu just smiled, the girl said something else.

"I only know that Chang'an (this Chang'an is not that Chang'an) is cold, but I don't know that there is snow in winter in the south, but it can be cold to the bone."

Mrs. Shentu showed a look of nostalgia: "Jiangling is colder in winter than in the north. There is too much humidity here. Remember to remind the maid to spread more carbon ash inside and outside the house, so that the house will not feel damp and cold."

The convoy just passed a corner, but saw a group of people surrounding a person holding a book, listening to the person reading like a hundred flowers blooming in the sun, and exclamations sounded from time to time.

The girl was really surprised this time.

"When I was in the capital, I heard that Jiangling is the best of my Zheng poetry and chess. I don't think people in Jiangling still love books like this?"

Mrs. Shentu also let out a "huh" in surprise.

"I'm afraid it's not what you think, or there is some anecdote in the city, and I sent a few servants to go around the street."

The chariots and horses turned around for a few streets, and finally entered a place called Bianliu Lane, and came to a place where a plaque was written [Lengmeiyuan].

A few maidservants came over to set up a stool, helped the old woman out of the car first, and a servant leader who was waiting in front of the door led the gardeners to kowtow to Mrs. Shentu, and then stepped forward to help Mrs. Mrs. Shen Tu lived.

"A few days ago, I received the news that my wife was coming back, and the slaves were so happy."

Mrs. Shentu supported the hand of the head servant, and also smiled.

"You are happy when I am not here. When I come back, you will definitely scold me in private."

All the maids and women laughed and said "don't dare".

The girl also got out of the car, and Mrs. Shentu sent someone to tidy up a yard for the girl to live in.

"This is the fourth girl under the knee of Mrs. Xiao's family, Uncle Xuyang. Now she is learning chess with me. You order someone to tidy up the Dongju courtyard and let him take good care of it," Mrs. Shentu called out to Miss Xiao again, pointing The head servant said, "This is the girl I grew up with, called Mingliu, who helps me manage the affairs of the garden. If you have anything to do, just ask her."

Fourth Miss Xiao also politely called "Mother Ming".

Ming Liu called a few servants, and asked them to lead a maid beside the girl to the Dongju Courtyard by the side door.

After entering the gate, a group of people were walking towards the main hall.

Mrs. Shentu asked Mingliu again.

"Is there anything new in the city recently? Has anyone come to the garden recently?"

"Oh, why did you smell it as soon as you entered the city? Isn't this city so lively recently!"

Mrs. Shentu nodded Ming Liu's forehead and scolded her with a smile.

"You've been so clever all your life. You turned a corner and called me a rat. You really are a bad servant. You'll have time to find someone to deal with you."

Ming Liu is not afraid at all: "Madam, you haven't seen each other for three years since you left, leaving me here alone, it's strange not to scold you in my heart."

After a few laughs, Ming Liu helped Mrs. Shentu and talked about the news in the city.

"The garden is always lively. No, the Panhu county lord has invited someone to come to our garden for a party in a few days. Madam always likes to be lively. At that time, those beautifully dressed girls will walk around in front of your eyes. But as you wish."

Mrs. Shentu turned her head and looked at Fourth Miss Xiao with a smile: "It's just right, you will have a meeting as soon as you come here, and you can also get to know those children. It's great to have a few children."

Fourth Miss Xiao responded, and when Mrs. Shentu turned her head away, there was some disapproval on her face.

Ming Liu smiled and said: "You can't even guess who came to Jiangling, and you can die of joy if you tell it."

Mrs. Shentu couldn't bear it anymore, and patted her old girl: "Damn woman, dare to curse me!"

"The person you are thinking of is now following her husband to our Jiangling, and sent someone to deliver a post a few days ago. It's just that you are not in Jiangling, and she has been helping with housework at your mother's house, but she has never visited the door."

Mrs. Shentu immediately stopped in her tracks with a look of surprise.

"But, but Wan'er is here?!"

Ming Liu also smiled: "Isn't it her? Think about it, when the two of them arrived in our Jiangling, with her husband's reputation, how could there be less news?"

Fourth Miss Xiao suddenly noticed that Mrs. Shentu's footsteps were obviously much lighter. Before, it was Ming Liu who supported the old lady to walk, but now it was the old lady who grabbed Ming Liu's wrist and rushed into the hall.

"Quick, quick! Go and write a message for her. Today,..., hey, this girl is married now, no matter, call her over tomorrow. If she dares not come, you can take someone to block the door of her house for me , and spit stars on the faces of her servants, you are the best at this."

Ming Liu patted Mrs. Shentu's hand angrily.

"Why do you, master, act like an overlord? After all, she is still the big lady in charge now, and she is still a little apprentice back then? Besides, her husband is a great talent. If I come to the door to spit, those scholars will not scold her to death." I."

"Oh? What did that Zhang Xinzhi do in Jiangling?"

"I don't know anything else, but I heard that at this year's winter solstice poetry meeting, some people didn't like him, so they threw out seven or eight spring poems in one gulp. I heard that someone was saying that next year's spring poems will not be held. It’s okay to open it, so as not to be ashamed. A few days ago, I wrote a storybook called the Romance of the Eight Dragons, and now the whole city is watching it. Teahouses everywhere are talking about this joke, but it’s very lively.”

(End of this chapter)