I am the sword fairy

Chapter 45 The warm man in ancient times
The young man caught in the eye has a nose like a hanging gallbladder, a face like a crown jade, red lips and white teeth, two slanting eyebrows flying into the temples, a pair of starry eyes, and a unique charm flying between the eyebrows.

Wearing a white robe, he stood there in front of the jade trees in the wind, his equipment majestic.

Even with some preconceived emotions, I had to admire him in my heart: What a handsome and handsome man.

The moment Sun Zhiping saw Song Yu's appearance clearly, his heart sank slightly.

Thinking about the messages I just received, I feel even more depressed. How could such a person appear in a place like Hanjiang?
Especially this young man's family background... is so ordinary!
How did it look like this?Was he kissed by a fairy?

The prince Zhao Dan on the side also met Song Yu for the first time. Although he had heard Zhao Huan say it before, he couldn't help but secretly praise him in his heart: He was born like this and was so good at dancing. If he had been born in the era of the previous empress, he would not have been another monster who brought trouble to the government. Concubine......

Thinking in his mind, Zhao Dan showed a kind smile on his face and looked at Song Yu with gentle eyes: "This is our young leader in Hanjiang City, Song Yu, the master of the Song Pavilion, right?"

Song Yu bowed and saluted: "I am ashamed to be called a leader...Song Yu, a common man, has met the prince."

"No need to be polite, there are not so many red tapes here," Zhao Dan walked forward with a smile and looked at Song Yu, "It's only in recent years that I have fallen in love with raising flowers and birds. In my early years, I was a rough man. On the battlefield Fighting with the enemy, eating and sleeping with the soldiers was common. At that time, there was no tomorrow, and so many devils would care about you, hahaha!"

Listening to the words, Song Yu felt that there was something in the prince's words, but he had no proof.

Zhao Dan stretched out his hand to half-hold Song Yu's arm: "Come on, let me introduce you to a truly remarkable young man. This is Sun Jian and Sun Zhiping, the number one scholar in Wenke High School, a master of martial arts... he can be called yours." Role models!"

Sun Zhiping stepped forward, looking at Song Yu with eyes that were as gentle as jade, and his demeanor was humble and low-key. He smiled and held his hands in his hands: "I can't deserve such praise from the prince. I am really ashamed... Sun Jian, Sun Zhiping!"

Song Yu returned the gift and said: "On the way here, I heard about the glorious deeds of the envoy. They are really admirable. How can such an outstanding person be a role model for me? He is actually a role model for young people all over the world!"

It doesn't matter what the other person thinks, or what kind of relationship it will be like in the future. You don't need to spend money to say nice things, just throw two pounds over to test it out first.

Sun Zhiping naturally knew that King Qi had called someone here, and there was no way he would not introduce him at all on the way.

Leaving Song Yu unprepared is not the way to treat guests.

But he didn't expect the people in the palace to think so highly of him.

With his status, people will definitely not talk nonsense, but whatever they say must be authorized by the prince or the prince.

Since Song Yu can say this, it is enough to explain the prince's attitude towards him.

If someone else said this, he would be very happy. The young man in front of him said... He only felt tight in his chest.

They don’t know anything, they don’t even know him!
Just such a person has already gained Qing'er's favor!

He's not just a vulgar, rude, and ignorant country bumpkin... well, even Qing'er doesn't like that kind of person.

Sun Zhiping felt heartbroken and uncomfortable at the moment. When he thought of Xiao Qing writing a letter to warn him, he felt even more aggrieved.

"What would a person of my status do to Song Yu? Will he ridicule and suppress him?"

"Besides, what Qing'er likes...when did I say no?"

The man in front of him was polite and his eyes showed admiration and admiration for him, but he felt uncomfortable all over.

In fact, he thought too much. As a practitioner of immortality, Song Yu really had no respect or admiration for him.

There is only sincerity in his eyes.

"No one has ever reminded me. I don't know anything. I just showed respect for a proud young man with both civil and military skills. After all, I know nothing else except that you are the messenger."

"I have also heard that although the Master of the Song Dynasty is young, he has a reputation for talent. How to repay kindness with kindness, and repay kindness with kindness... These words contain the highest philosophy, and no one but a great Confucian can say it."

As the number one scholar, he knows the weight of these short sixteen words better than many people. No matter how much he doesn't want to admit it, he has to pinch his nose and praise it.

Besides, people praised him first.

Song Yu showed a humble smile: "I am not original with these words, I just borrowed them."

Sun Zhiping's eyes lit up: "Oh? Can you tell me which great scholar said it?"

Just say it!
How could a young man who grew up in an ordinary, even somewhat poor family say something like this?
Song Yu thought for a while and said, "I forgot which ancient book I read it in."

You won't find it anyway.

Sun Zhiping reacted immediately and thought it was nonsense. This is what you said...a straight thief!
It was just jealousy that made him unwilling to admit that it was Song Yu who said these words.

But then I thought about it, if there were such philosophical words before, how could he, who had been reading poetry and books since he was a child, never hear it?
He felt even more uncomfortable when he thought about it, and he was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

Forget it, if I keep asking, I'm afraid I'll only bring humiliation to myself.

Especially when no one mentioned it, he took the initiative to say it.

Seeing Song Yu's openness and simple words, Zhao Dan had already "stood firm" in front of Sun Zhiping, an envoy with both civil and military skills, and felt at ease in his heart.

Then he smiled and said: "They are all young talents. There will be many opportunities for exchanges in the future. Come and sit down. For today, I have specially prepared a banquet of fish from the Hanjiang River. If the envoy has not been here before, he must not know something. The fish that grows in this cold water fish……"

Song Yu: "..."

Fortunately, this man not only prepared fish, but also cattle, sheep, and all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas. There would be no shortage of them at a banquet of this level.

The emphasis on Hanjiang fish is also to express welcome and respect for the messenger.

At the same time, in order to express the importance he attached to him, Zhao Dan specially arranged for Song Yu to sit next to him.

As the banquet began, Song Yu's table manners of raising a glass and stopping chopsticks were generous and decent, but there was still a gap between it and that of a specially trained aristocratic child like Sun Zhiping.

This made Number One Scholar, who wanted to look for Song Yu's flaws with a magnifying glass, feeling somewhat better.

Naturally, the banquet in the royal palace cannot be a pure "Arhat Bureau". Female performers, singing and dancing girls appeared one after another.

The orioles sing and the swallows dance, and the music is moving.

The atmosphere quickly became relaxed and cheerful.

Sun Zhiping was not in a hurry to mention the Demon Supervisor Department to Song Yu, which was inappropriate here.

So he cheered up and exchanged cups with the King of Qi, the Crown Prince, and Song Yu.

Song Yu carefully controlled his drunkenness, not appearing too sober and attracting attention, but also maintaining a tipsy state.

He always abides by his duties in his words. He sits in a white body with dignitaries and shows due care.

Hidden deep is the bohemian soul that loves freedom.

After all, there was more than one Sun Zhiping who was observing him carefully at this drinking party, who thought he was his love rival.

And the prince opposite!
Song Yu almost didn't take a bite of the fish.

In fact, which river has no one drowned in?

After all, he just hasn't gotten over it yet.

Sun Zhiping asked curiously: "You don't like fish?"

Song Yu responded with a smile: "I have been poor since I was a child, and I was young and ignorant. I often refused my uncle's support. Sometimes I was unbearably hungry, so I would jump into the cold river to catch fish. I couldn't afford oil and salt at that time, so the taste of cooking... …It’s so true that it’s so hard to say that now when I see a fish, I…haha, let the messenger laugh, and you can eat yours!”

Sun Zhiping: "..."

After hearing this, King Qi laughed loudly and stopped calling him an orphan. He looked at Song Yu and said, "You are like me who doesn't drink cow and goat milk. You feel like vomiting when you smell the smell!"

Song Yu's heart moved slightly. Is this an allusion to that humiliating experience back then?Glancing at Sun Zhiping, he saw that he didn't understand at all. He knew that the number one scholar was definitely not in vain, so he must have understood it, so he was just pretending to be confused.

Because everyone knows that this is unacceptable.

King Qi seemed to just mention it casually, smiled and waved his hand, and ordered people to remove the fish on Song Yu's banquet and replace it with beef, mutton and other exquisite foods.

"That's fine if you don't have that condition. Nowadays, life is prosperous, people are stable, and everyone can have a meal that makes them happy!"

As he spoke, he raised the golden statue in his hand: "Come, let's drink this cup of wine together!"

After three drinks, Sun Zhiping stood up and said: "Zhiping thanks the prince for his kindness today. It's getting late. I'll toast the prince again and I'll take my leave..."

King Qi chuckled and picked up the cup: "Drink together, drink together!"

……

The crown prince Zhao Huan sent Sun Zhiping and Song Yu to the door of the mansion on behalf of King Qi.

Sun Zhiping, slightly drunk, said politely: "Your Majesty, please stay here. Please go back and tell the prince, so you can rest assured."

Zhao Huanyi cupped his hand and said, "Thank you very much, envoy!"

Then he ordered people to send two carts of gifts and mixed them into Sun Zhiping's messenger convoy.

Sun Zhiping didn't say anything more, because the gift was not given to him alone, it was all in accordance with the rules, and the chief manager had explained it before he came.

He looked to Song Yu aside: "Would you like to accompany me back to the posthouse for a cup of tea?"

Song Yu looked at him and smiled: "It's still early, why not... I invite you to go to Cuifang Tower for two more drinks?"

Zhao Huan, who was standing at the door, immediately motioned to the people around him to come over, whispered a few words, waved his hand and said: "I won't disturb the envoy. I'm too drunk, so I have to go back and rest."

After Sun Zhiping said goodbye to Zhao Huan, he looked at Song Yu and said, "Okay!"

……

"Brother, let me tell you, I am sincere to Qing'er, sincerely!"

"She is not good at cooking, so I study hard and practice hard. They say that a gentleman cooks far away, what the hell! Cooking for the woman you like is called happiness!"

"Every time... I see her, I feel... as if an arrow has been struck in my heart... Knowing that she was injured this time, my heart is as... as sharp as a knife! I specially brought... top-quality medicinal materials."

"On weekdays, I greet her...but she always only treats me as her brother."

"Why did you say...you did her a favor, and she liked you..."

Sun Zhiping, who wanted to overthrow Song Yu with more than ten years of experience in wine bars, completely drank too much not long after entering Cuifang Building.

I really can't say he's a bad drinker.

Both of them didn't use cups and drank directly from the jar. Song Yu would have been drunk long ago if he hadn't cheated.

The crown prince Zhao Huan had arranged for the best girl Sun Zhiping in advance without even looking at her, and sent her away while she was still awake.

There were only the two of them in the room at the moment, and there was absolutely no witch or witch to confuse their ears.

Sun Zhiping, who had drunk too much, had long forgotten what the chief manager Li Chaoen had told him, and put his arm around Song Yu's shoulders to talk.

There are also a lot of words mixed in, such as "Why does she fall in love with you?" "Why am I not as good as you?"

I dare not say that he will definitely tell the truth after drinking, but judging from his behavior, he is really not the kind of insidious villain with a particularly narrow mind.

Think about it, regardless of his nature, a young talent who has won the top prize in high school in the literary arts gold list and reached the peak of dark power in his twenties must have at least the vision and structure.

He looked down on Song Yu, but he couldn't figure out where he lost.

Listening to his drunken words, Song Yuxin said, what does this mean?

A warm-hearted man from a large aristocratic society in feudal society...the ultimate elite dog-licker?

Apart from the fact that it sounds a bit harsh to him, it is actually more of a sympathy for him.

Patting him on the shoulder, he comforted: "Why would a talented young talent like you put yourself in this situation? Where in the world is there no grass, brother?"

"Where in the world...are there no fragrant grasses?" Sun Zhiping, who was very drunk, still keenly grasped the key point of this sentence. He looked at Song Yu with drunken eyes: "You are a talent, a real talent! You speak well...you should take the exam to become the number one scholar. ...No wonder she likes you, brother, be nice to her in the future, if you dare to bully her, I...will never finish with you!"

Song Yu explained helplessly: "You are overthinking. There is nothing wrong between me and Xiao Qing. We are just friends."

"Friend, friend...she gave you the silver medal of the Demon Supervisor?!!"

Sun Zhiping finally remembered his true purpose of meeting Song Yu, shook his head, and patted Song Yu on the shoulder: "By the way, the chief manager said... he wants to bring you back to the capital. He, he dotes on Qing'er very much, and he also wants to fulfill his wish. You...woo!"

When Sun Zhiping said this, he felt his heart was broken and he covered his face and cried.

Grass.

Why did you cry while you were talking?

As for what...

Li Chaoen wants me to go to the capital?
Although it coincided with his plan, this powerful eunuch actually set his sights on him... This made Song Yu feel a little wary.

Judging from Sun Zhiping's behavior, he probably won't be able to ask anything tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow.

The crying stopped at this moment, and Song Yu looked again and found that he had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Okay, just let it out.

Qing'er Qing'er, be your number one scholar, and there will be many other good girls in the future!

　I saw that some friends talked about the title issue earlier. In fact, I actually checked the information when I wrote it.

　　For example, in the famous novel Jin Ping Mei, the maid calls the householder "Dad".

　　Another example is that the word "miss" in that era had a similar meaning to modern times...

　　But how to answer this question? I want Cai Yi to say to Song Yu: "Dad... it's time to eat." This feeling... is a bit strange.

　　I think you might like it if I call you daddy on another occasion...

　　Then the word "master", I checked the information and said that it had begun to spread among the people during the Southern Song Dynasty, and some gentry and the like would call themselves this.

　　I just thought that this was not a rigorous historical article, and considering everyone’s reading experience, I didn’t take it too seriously.

　　For example, titles such as young master and young lady are relatively casual.

　　In ancient times, not everyone was qualified to be a young master, but among the people, it is still used today. For example, the young master in my family is actually a commoner family, and it is just a nice word to seek good luck.

　　If everyone feels that the title must be particularly rigorous and flawless, just tell me and I will try my best to fit in with that era.

　　For example: Dalang, it’s time to take medicine...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)