Lord Yuan

Chapter 17 This is a celebrity

At noon, the sun is scorching.

Li Ying still wore a long robe and taught Confucian classics on the stage, and the students in the audience were as usual, as if the scorching sun above his head no longer existed.

Uncle Fu couldn't help it. He was used to being comfortable in the Yuan family, and suddenly he was exposed to the sun. The dazzling sun was like a brazier directly hitting his face.

He originally thought he could carry it until dark, so he followed Li Ying to his mansion, and then sent the greeting card in through the guard at the door.

I just didn't expect that I still underestimated the horror of the scorching sun.

At the same time, he did not expect what kind of magic medicine these people in front of him had taken. They were all full of energy and vitality.

He turned back to look at Yuan's tribe who was traveling with him, and saw that all of them were sweating profusely, as if they had just emerged from the water.

However, after all, these troops are well-trained and physically strong, so their resistance is naturally much stronger than that of him who knows his destiny.

Fortunately, a dark cloud suddenly appeared and covered the blazing sun, and Uncle Fu was delighted.

I can't believe it's going to rain heavily again today.

Uncle Fu thought this in his heart, looking up at the dark sky from time to time.

"Boom!"

Not long after, there was a loud crash of thunder and thunder, a symbolic sign that heavy rain was coming.

Li Ying also showed a hint of disappointment on the stage at this time. Looking at the still enthusiastic Yin Yin students in the audience, he always felt a little regretful that he had left like this.

It’s just that your body knows it.

His age of over fifty does not allow him to continue working so hard. He is young, fashionable and capable of splitting rocks with a swift arrow and charging to defeat the enemy in the midst of thousands of troops.

But now, dissatisfaction is no longer enough. He often feels that the old injury in his waist is erupting, and the pain caused by it often makes him unable to sleep at night.

Even though this was the case, he never told anyone. Instead, he got up early in the morning every day, exercised his body, gathered his morning energy, and then rushed to the Yangcheng Mountain platform.

Here he has an unshirkable responsibility and the heavy responsibility to unite scholars from all over the world.

just.

God was not kind to him, and it seemed that he could no longer continue teaching today, so he called his disciples, and after informing him of the situation, Li Ying stood upright under the eager eyes of countless students, and went back to his house with his head held high.

Uncle Fu saw that the old man had left and what was he still doing here, so he quickly called the master to follow him quickly.

It's a pity that although Li Ying is old, his legs are extremely strong. Uncle Fu was just a moment late and could only see Li Ying's gradually disappearing figure in Li Mansion.

"I hope it's convenient, here is the greeting card." Uncle Fu bent over and sent the greeting card to the guard at the door.

The guard shook his head, "My master is old and rarely entertains guests. It's better to go back. When the rain stops tomorrow, we can go to Yangcheng Mountain to see my master."

Uncle Fu didn't give up. He had already reached the door, so there was no reason why he could be blocked from outside.

However, what the other party said was impeccable, and for a while, Fu Bo really couldn't find any good solution.

The sky was extremely dark, like an unbreakable fog barrier, and the rain was falling. In order to avoid the rain, Uncle Fu and others had to temporarily live under the eaves of Li Mansion.

The guard saw it but did not stop him. At the same time, he called his companions to listen in his ear.

Soon.

Companions go and come back.

However, there are several more umbrella-like instruments in his hands.

In the Han Dynasty, except for the royal family and nobles, ordinary people were prohibited from using umbrellas. When the ruling class traveled, their guards and servants often held umbrellas. However, the guards and servants had a low status and could not travel with the ruler, so a specially designed umbrella was designed. This type of umbrella is also called a zigzag umbrella.The guard looked up at the increasingly dark sky, sighed softly, and walked to Uncle Fu's side.

"You can use these zigzag umbrellas first. It's not that we are hard-hearted and don't want to make it easier for you. There are rules in the house and we can't abide by them." The guard handed over the umbrellas in his hands one by one, and then Then he trotted all the way back to the mansion and stood guard in the rain, his face solemn.

Uncle Fu looked at the zigzag umbrella in his hand in surprise. All the attendants in the Li family treated others like this. This shows that Li Ying is really as the young master said.

No wonder when my son mentioned Li Ying's name, he looked at him with admiration. From this point of view, he was really old and ignorant.

Li Ying.

Worthy of the name of a celebrity.

In this case, I can't leave empty-handed. With such a famous person as Mr. Ren Gongzi, the future is promising.

The guards in Li Ying's mansion thought that this behavior would dissuade the people in front of them from paying their respects, but little did they expect that it would actually increase their respect.

Uncle Fu glanced at the mansion. People could live under the roof without expelling them, so how could he shrink back due to difficulties?

There is no room for snoring on the side of the couch.

The eaves were like the couch, and Uncle Fu stayed carefully under the eaves, for fear of disturbing the house.

At worst, I'll just wait until dawn, when Li Ying goes out, and then hand over the greeting card to express his intention.

With Uncle Fu thinking like this, his mind fell into a deep sleep unconsciously, and he fell asleep leaning against the wall beside the eaves.

There is a sleeping bonus on heavy rainy days.

Uncle Fu was sleeping soundly, but the rest of the Yuan family did not dare to fall asleep like this. They were still staring at the door of the mansion, imagining that if the famous scholar Li Ying went out.

After a long time, the sky was still not clear, and the heavy rain was still falling mercilessly.

"Uncle Fu, look." Yi Qu shook Uncle Fu's body desperately, but his eyes were unconsciously staring at the figure who suddenly visited the Li Mansion.

Fu Bo, who had fallen into a deep sleep, had been pushed and pushed for a long time before Shan Ran woke up and looked along her eyes with fluffy sleepy eyes.

"Isn't she just a woman?" Fu Bo glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

"No, Uncle Fu, look, although that woman is pretty, her figure is also extremely plump." Before this Yuan could finish her words, Uncle Fu slapped her again.

"Just observe these things. It's better if you don't learn a little bit at a young age. When you get to my age, you will understand."

"As the saying goes, the word sex has a knife in its head." Uncle Fu looked upright and awe-inspiring, but glanced at the door of the mansion unconsciously.

That woman is really pretty, and her plump body makes her good at raising children. If she allows the young master to join her family, she will have a young master in a year or two.

It's true that the young master is now over [-] years old. Why doesn't the master help the young master find a concubine from the right family?

The Han Dynasty regarded marriage as a matter of particular importance.

There are absolute rules regarding age.

Any woman who is over 15 years old and under 30 years old before getting married will be fined a huge sum of six hundred yuan.

There are no regulations for men. As long as the functions are complete, even if a young boy marries a wife and takes concubines, the functional departments will not interfere too much, as long as both parties are in love and there is no dispute.

"Uncle Fu, what are you thinking about? Look at that woman, she is staring at us from time to time." Bu Qu touched his head in aggrieved manner, but he had no such thoughts at all.

　It will be maintained until it is put on the shelves, and the time will be changed three times a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)