The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Lan Xishu stood aside and stood at the gate of Qianbu Corridor. His own yamen was a little excited, and his eyes were not wide enough. Li Baiwang introduced the yamen gates on both sides of Qianbu Corridor like a storyteller. Just a speck of dust before, at this time Li Baiwang's sense of superiority no longer disgusted my brothers.The dignitaries at the gates of the major yamen went home early in their cars, horses and sedan chairs, and those who stayed on duty were free, and there were small officials who came in and out, and when they greeted Li Baiwang, they all had their nostrils turned upside down and did not give a few glances at Brother Bird.

Looking around the vermilion lacquer gold nails on the cornices and bucket arches, the dazzling Chengtian Gate, and looking around the square surrounded by the vermilion palace walls, there are several small yellow gates on the side of the Royal Road, holding lanterns and walking slowly across the Gongsheng Bridge on the farthest side of the Jinshui Bridge.

Pedestrians are rarely seen in the huge square, and the Forbidden City, with its austere and treasured appearances, is soul-absorbing and daunting.

The man in the crimson official uniform with a pot belly came out of the military governor's mansion, yelled loudly and went down the stone steps, surrounded by a crowd, got on the sedan chair and went out of the Daming Gate. Including Lan Xishu and the others.

Getting up and shaking his robe, the pedestrian disappeared, Lan Xishu smiled wryly in his heart. [

Li Baiwang was busy finding accommodation for his elder brothers. People in the official family are free to be officials. They don’t have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. Lan Xishu has a home in the capital, which surprised Li Baiwang.

Lan Xishu seldom mentioned his life experience to his brothers. From some details, the brothers could always feel that Lan Xishu avoided these things, so no one asked nonsense, even the curious Jing Maangan only secretly When I asked about Mouse, Mouse always gave vague explanations that Lan Xishu was adopted and was not in harmony with his family, and the only relative he had was the house.

So Lan Xishu didn't say to invite the brothers to go home together, and the brothers also understood, because everyone could see from Lan Xishu's face that there was no expectation and excitement for going home.

The house cannot enter the Daming Gate, so she waited on Qipan Street. Lan Xishu was worried that the house would be waiting urgently, so he asked Li Baiwang to arrange for some brothers, and hurried back by himself.

Lan Xishu's departure made the brothers lose their backbone, and no one showed their teeth and claws. They felt that their eyes had been opened after they slipped away from the roots of the imperial city, and everything was in their eyes.

The Qipan Street with high lanterns is as bustling as it is during the daytime. Lan Xishu saw the house leading a horse standing on tiptoe looking forward to in front of a porcelain shop. A string of gauze lanterns dazzled her delicate figure.

"Brother!" House waved his hand, smiling excitedly, a young scholar passing by was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and was just about to strike up a conversation with him, but saw House's eyes go around him, and he followed House's Seeing Lan Xishu's brocade clothes and official uniform, he immediately passed his head in embarrassment, and the house happily grabbed Lan Xishu's arm: "Brother! You are finally home, new home! Let's go home!"

"Yeah!" Lan Xishu was only happy to see the house. He was very indifferent to the home that the house called home. Whether it was the mansion in Nanjing or the new house in Beijing, he had no expectations, so he had no expectations for this house. The family has no imagination.

But Lan Xishu still vaguely wanted to see the old man, he couldn't explain the feeling, it was hidden deep in his heart and never touched, but it was always there, deeply rooted.

"There is no one at home. The aunt is not used to the climate here and has been reluctant to come. The second mother is here. There are only a few people in the old mother and maid concierge, and! The happiest thing is that we don't live in the same hospital as them. Dad knows you don't like living here. Together, so choose this house with a small courtyard!"

Lan Xishu knew that the house deliberately highlighted the old man's thoughts of taking care of his feelings. The house was like glue. He wanted to glue Lan Xishu and this home together, but how could it be possible? Lan Xishu never felt that he did not belong Everything in that home is temporary, and he has always had a strong idea of ​​taking the house and opening a new house, but he never talked to the house before it came true.

Lan Xishu deliberately pretended to listen to the house with great interest, but he was thinking about finding another house as soon as he got a foothold, a house that belonged to him, a home for him and the house, After so many years of wandering around, this has always been Lan Xishu's wish.

Today's Beijing has undergone earth-shaking changes, and I can no longer find the shadow of him wandering here. Thinking about it, he met the old man here and was forcibly adopted by him, and because of this, he was able to know the house and let his new life. Belonging is no longer wandering, Lan Xishu feels that he is destined to this city, and he even thanks this place.

In such a strange and prosperous Beijing city, Lan Xishu couldn't distinguish the complicated accents from south to north. The emperor worked hard to move the capital to Beijing. The city expanded, and hundreds of thousands of wealthy households from all over the country moved here. The scale of the streets is brand new. Orderly, full of shops but not messy, honest and orderly houses, although the names of the streets and alleys are various, the layout standard makes people feel that the emperor's feet are full of imperial style, and even the mental outlook on the faces of people coming and going is very different from his. place.

Lan Xishu was a little dizzy when he was led by the house. He is not a Lu Chi and has a good sense of direction, but he was also a little confused by the house leading him through the streets and alleys. He didn't remember the others introduced by the house. , professional habits, the mansions of the ten kings passing by, and the admirals' yamen, but they remembered it.

I thought Jinyiwei Qianhu could be awesome, but when I was in the city of Beijing, I saw Lan Xishu, a high-level government office, and felt that I was like a drop in the ocean, and the road ahead was heavy and long.

Turn into Jing'er Hutong, which is far away from the bustling commercial street. This is a low-lying courtyard group. It is difficult to see wealthy families and high-rise buildings, but the courtyard houses or residences with multiple courtyards are neat and new.

The old man has always kept a low profile and hates exaggeration, so Lan Xishu expected him to choose a mansion.

"It's here!" The house took Lan Xishu by the hand and stopped in front of a house. Looking back, Lan Xi looked up at the gate tower, which was slightly taller than ordinary houses. A close-up of the white gauze lantern, an old servant on the stone steps was cleaning, when he heard the movement, he raised his old dizzy eyes and bent over, looking dully at Lan Xishu and the house. [

Yang hunchback!Or Luo Guoyang, as Lan Xishu and the house often called him behind his back, the oldest servant of the Yang family.

Lan Xishu and the house kept silent on purpose, and watched with a slight smile as Yang Luoguo slowly gathered his all-white long-lived eyebrows, and the wrinkles slowly piled up at the corners of his eyes. It seemed that he was really old, but he didn't notice it for a long time.

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The house thinks that Yang Luoguo is too much. You say that Lan Xishu has changed a lot since he left home for two years and he can't recognize him. He has been away for two months and he can't recognize him.

Lan Xishu held her back to prevent her from speaking, still smiling and looking at the old concierge who stood up straight with a hunchback, Lan Xishu's feelings for the old servant were even those aunts, mothers, elder brothers, and elder brothers.

"Fourth Young Master! You are back!"