My Lady, Something is Wrong

Song Fu, the Patriarch of the Song Family, after presenting a strong bow, also presented a picture scroll and said respectfully: "The poems on this painting are all written by the nephew of the Cao nationality, and they are specially written for the eldest princess."

Nangong Huoyue opened it and looked at the two works casually, nodded and said: "The literary talent is good, good poems, good words."

When Song Fu bowed his head and stepped back, he calmly glanced at Qin Wenzheng next to him.

When it was Qin Wenzheng's turn.

Nangong Huoyue looked at him and said, "Lord Qin, your family has three generations of titles, right?"

Qin Wenzheng bowed his head and said, "Indeed there are."

Nangong Huoyue said indifferently: "If I remember correctly, the eldest son of your family is still studying at Jingdu Longhu Academy, right?"

Qin Wenzheng said: "Gouzi is indeed studying at the Dragon Academy for more than two years."

Nangong Huoyue nodded and did not speak any more.

Jiang Jinnan on the side quickly reminded: "Brother Wenzheng, what gift are you going to give the eldest princess today?"

At this time, Song Ruyue walked out of the next room with the help of a girl in a plain white dress.

In the girl's hand, she held a thick picture scroll.

Chapter 146

【Anti----Piracy Chapter】

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Vanka Zhukov, a nine-year-old boy, was sent as an apprentice in the shop of shoemaker Aryasin three months ago.On Christmas Eve, he didn't go to bed.He waited until the boss couple and the masters went out for morning prayer, took out a small bottle of ink and a fountain pen with a rusty nib from the boss's closet, laid a crumpled white paper in front of him, and started writing.Before writing the first word, he turned his head several times in trepidation to look at the door and the window, glanced sideways at the black icon and the shelves lined with shoe lasts, and sighed intermittently.The paper was spread out on a bench before which he knelt.

"Dear grandpa, Konstantin Makaritch!" he wrote. "I'm writing to you. I wish you a Merry Christmas, and may God bless you with all the best. I have no father or mother, and you are the only one left."

Vanka raised his eyes to the black window, in which the shadow of his candle was reflected.He vividly remembered his grandfather, Konstantin Makaritch, the night watchman of Landlord Valev's house.He was a short, thin, and unusually vigorous and flexible little old man, about 65 years old, always smiling, with drunken eyes.During the day he would sleep in the servant's kitchen, or tease the cooks, and at night he would put on a fat sheepskin jacket, walk around the manor, and keep knocking on the clapper.Behind him followed two dogs with drooping heads, an old bitch Kashtanka and a loach, so called because of its black fur and long, slender body, like a weasel.This loach is very submissive and affectionate, whether it sees its own family or outsiders, it will look at it with affectionate eyes, but it is unreliable.Behind its obedience and gentleness, hides extremely cunning and sinister intentions.No dog is so good at seizing the opportunity to sneak up on a person and nibble on a calf, or sneak into a freezer, or steal a farmer's chicken.His hind legs had been broken more than once, and twice he had been hung up and beaten half to death every week, but he always healed and lived again.

His grandfather must be standing at the gate by now, squinting at the red windows of the country church, stamping his feet in his felt boots, and joking with the servants.His clapper hangs from his belt.He was so cold that he clapped his hands from time to time, shrunk his neck, pinched the maid now and the cook, and let out an old laugh.

"Let's take a little snuff, shall we?" he said, sending his snuff-box to the women.

The women sniffed snuff and sneezed.The grandfather let out a series of happy laughter as if he was overjoyed, and shouted: "Wipe it off quickly, or you will freeze your nose!"

He also gave dogs snuff.Kashitanka sneezed, wrinkled her nose, and stepped aside aggrieved.Shovel did not sneeze, out of deference, but wagged his tail.The weather is fantastic.The air was motionless, clear and fresh.The night is dark, but the whole village and

You can clearly see the white roofs of the houses, the wisps of smoke coming from the chimneys, the trees and snowdrifts that have turned silvery white with heavy frost.

Stars filled the entire sky, blinking happily.The Milky Way stood out so clearly, as if someone had scrubbed it with snow before the festival. ...

Vanka sighed, dipped his pen in the ink, and continued writing: "Yesterday I was beaten. The boss pulled me by the hair, dragged me to the yard, and beat me hard with the thong that the master used for work. Blame me for shaking the little baby in their cradle, and accidentally fell asleep. Last week, the landlady asked me to clean up a herring. I cleaned it from the tail, and she picked up the herring and cut the head straight to my face. The masters always make fun of me, send me to the small tavern to fetch wine, and encourage me to steal the boss's cucumbers, and the boss beats me with whatever he finds. There is nothing for food. Bread in the morning, gruel for lunch, In the evening it was bread again. As for tea and cabbage soup, only the boss and the boss's wife drank it. They told me to sleep in the corridor. When their little baby cried, I couldn't sleep at all. I was shaking all the time. Cradle. Dear Grandpa, show God's mercy, take me out of here, go home, go back to the village, I can't take it any longer... I bow to you, and I will always be there for you You pray to God, take me out of here, or I will die.  …”

The corners of Wanka's mouth curled down, he rubbed his eyes with his black fist, and wept bitterly.

"I'll grate the tobacco for you," he went on, "and pray God for you, and if I do anything wrong, just smoke me like you smoked Siddor's goat. If you think I've got no work Come on, then I'll go and beg the steward to let me shine his boots for Christ's sake, or be a shepherd boy for Fidelka. My dear grandpa, I can't go on any longer, I'm literally dead. I thought I ran back to the village, but I didn’t have leather boots, and I was afraid of the cold. When I grow up, I will support you for this matter, and don’t allow others to bully you. When you die, I will pray and ask God to let your soul Rest in peace, just like praying for my mother Pelagaia.

"Moscow is a big city. The houses are all gentlemen's. There are plenty of horses, but no sheep, and dogs are not fierce. Children here don't walk around with stars, and the choir doesn't allow anyone to sing. There was a time. I saw some hooks for sale in a shop window back, all lined up, good for all kinds of fish, one hook even took a pood of big catfish. I also saw a few shops selling all kinds of guns, similar to the master's guns, and I'm afraid they cost a hundred rubles each. . . . In the butcher's shop, there are black-bone chickens, partridges, and rabbits, but where are these things? Called, but the guy in the shop refused to say.

"Dear granddad, when the old man has a Christmas tree with presents hanging from it, pick me a walnut wrapped in gold paper and put it in that little green box. Ask Olga Igna Take it, Miss Teyevna, say it's for Vanka."

Vanka sighed tremblingly.

He stared at the window again.He recalled that his grandfather always went to the woods to cut a Christmas tree for the old man's house, and he took his grandson along with him.What a joy it was!Grandpa coughed, the trees crackled in the severe cold, and Vanka followed their example and also crackled.Often before cutting down the tree, my grandfather would smoke a bag of cigarettes, sniff the snuff for a long time, and laugh at the frozen Vanka. ...the little spruces for the Christmas tree stood there covered in hoarfrost, waiting to see which of them would die first.All of a sudden, a hare came from nowhere and flew across the snowdrift like an arrow.Grandpa couldn't help yelling, "Grab it, grab it, ... grab it! Hey, short-tailed ghost!"

Grandfather dragged the felled spruce back to the master's house, and everyone set about decorating it.

. . . The busiest of all was Miss Olga Ignatyevna, Vanka's favorite.When Vanka's mother Pelageya was still alive and working as a maid in the master's house, Olga Ignatyevna would often give Vanka sweets and teach him to read and write when she had nothing to do. Count to a hundred and even teach him to dance the quadrille.But as soon as Pelageya died, the orphan Vanka was sent to live with his grandfather in the servant's kitchen, and from the kitchen to the shop of the Moscow bootmaker Aryakhin. ...

"Come, dear grandpa," Vanka continued, "for the sake of Christ and God, I beg you, take me out of here. Have pity on me, poor orphan, everyone beats me here, I Hungry to death, suffocated, crying all the time. A few days ago, my boss beat me with a shoe last and knocked me to the ground. I finally came back to life. My life is miserable, worse than a dog Why not. . . . Give my regards to Alyona, the one-eyed Yegorka, the coachman, and don't give away my accordion to anyone else. Son Ivan Zhukov on the grass. My dear grandfather, come here."

Vanka folded the written paper in four and put it in the envelope he had bought the night before for a kopeck. ...He thought for a while, dipped the ink in the pen, and wrote the address:

Send it to the grandfather in the country

Then he scratched his scalp, thought again, and added a few words:

Konstantin Maccarech

Satisfied that he had written his letter without being disturbed, he put on his hat, and ran out into the street in his shirt shirt, ignoring his fur coat. ...

He had asked the butcher's clerk last night, and the clerk had told him that after the letters were thrown into the post-boxes, they were picked up by drunken coachmen in the post-boxes, and the bells were rung to send them all over the world.Vanka ran to the nearest mailbox and stuffed the precious letter into the mouth of the mailbox. ...

He settled down with good hopes, and an hour later he was fast asleep. ... In the dream he saw a stove.Grandfather sits on the hearth, drooping

"How do you know I'm getting married soon?" Mirkin became angry when he heard that, "Which bastard told you this?"

"That's what everyone says, and it's obvious from all the signs... Don't keep it secret, old man... You think we don't know everything, but we see you through, and we know it all!... Hehehe... By the way It was obvious from all the signs... You stayed at the Kondrashkin's all day, you ate lunch, you ate dinner there, you sang ballads... You walked only with Nastenka Kondrashkina, and only for her Sending flowers alone, dragging her in... we all saw it, sir! I met Kondrashkin himself the other day, and he said it himself, everything is settled for you, just wait until you move back to the city from the dacha , the wedding will be held right away... How? God bless! I'm happy for you, and even more so for Kondrashkin... You know, the poor man has seven daughters! Seven! Is this a joke? It would be nice to have a chance to get one out..."

"Damn it..." thought Mirkin, "he's the tenth person who has mentioned this marriage to me. On what grounds do they draw such conclusions? To hell with them all! Just because I'm at Kondrashkin every day. Dinner at home, walks with Nastenka... No - okay, it's time to put an end to this gossip, it's about time, maybe these damned people really arrange marriages... Tomorrow I'll go to this stupid Kondrashkin Make it clear and tell him not to be wishful thinking, and I, as soon as possible - slip away!"

On the second day of the above-mentioned conversation, Mirkin came to the study in the dacha of Kondrashkin, the minister of the seventh rank, feeling embarrassed and somewhat frightened.

"Welcome, Pyotr Petrovitch!" said his master, welcoming him. "How is your day, are you? Are you bored, my dear? Heh heh heh... Nastenka will be here soon... She went to Gu Xiefu's house, I'll be back in a while..."

"I, to be honest, didn't come to see Nastasya Kirillovna," stammered Mirkin, rubbing his eyes in embarrassment, "but to you . . . I want to talk to you Let's talk about one thing... oops, something fell into the eye..."

-------- "So what are you going to talk about?" Kondrashkin rolled his eyes, "Hey hey...why are you so coy, my dear? Well, man, man I really can't do anything about you young people! I know what you want to say! Hehehe... It should have been..."

"To be honest, for some reason... Well, you see, it's like this. I've come to say goodbye to you... Tomorrow I'm leaving..."

"What do you mean you are leaving?" asked Kondrashkin, staring.

"It's very simple... I'm leaving here, that's all... Allow me to thank you and your family for the warm welcome... Your daughters are all lovely... I will never forget this time in my life..."

Chapter 147 A Fatal Blow, Family Confiscation and Extermination!

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked!

Song Fu, the Patriarch of the Song family, who had a serious expression on his face, was even more shocked and looked up.

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "The Eldest Princess Mingjian! The poems written by my nephew are all specially written for the Eldest Princess. How could they be anti-poems?"

Jiang Jinnan, who was next to him, suddenly became serious.

People from other families were all secretly shocked.

Anti-poetry?

The women in the back room who were talking about the end of the Qin family also fell silent.

The entire City Lord's Mansion seemed to suddenly become dead silent.

All eyes were fixed on the maid named Yuewu.

Nangong Huoyue's eyes moved, and she said, "Why is it an anti-poetry, let's go on."

Yue Wu lowered her head and said respectfully: "Your Highness, please listen to Miss Qin's poem first."

As he spoke, he read softly: "The autumn wind blows horns, and the banners of the city are set. A young man with pommel and horse is suitable. Do not ask who he is following in military music. Hou Qi has only passed Jibei, and the first sound has already moved to Liaoxi. The return date is still as long as Liu Yiyi. .The moon in the boudoir of spring, the red sleeves don’t need to cry.”

After reading, he said again: "His Royal Highness, please listen to that poem by Young Master Song."

As he spoke, he read again: "The autumn wind blows horns, and the city is surrounded by sunset flags. Young people are suitable for pommel horses. For military music, don't ask who you follow. Waiting for the horse to go to the north of thistle, and the first voice will move the king's west. The return date is still as long as the willow Yiyi. The moon in the boudoir of spring, the red sleeves don’t need to cry.”

"Your Highness, there are only a few words in the two poems of Miss Qin and Young Master Song that are different. Everyone should have heard it."

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately shouted: "Princess Mingjian! The daughter of the Qin family copied my nephew's poems and deliberately changed a few words!"

Yue Wu looked at her and said, "Mrs. Song, listen to me first."

Then he said: "These two poems, among them [the head of the city and the edge of the city], [the west of Liao has been moved and the west of Wang will be moved], these words are different. If they are taken separately, the different words of Miss Qin are [ Tou, Ji, Liao], and the different characters for the son of the Song family are [Yan, Jiang, Wang]."

After finishing speaking, she stopped talking and lowered her head.

Jiang Jinnan's face was full of doubts: "The head is already Liao... King Yanjiang..."

He murmured a few more times, and his heart suddenly shook, his face changed drastically: "Yan... Yan will... the general... the king... will die..."

Others are still a little confused.

Some people seem to have heard it too, but their faces changed drastically and they dared not speak.

Nangong Huoyue said: "Yan will perish."

After speaking, he looked at Mrs. Song who was kneeling below.

As soon as these three words came out, Sun Qiaoyun's face instantly turned pale!

Song Fu from the Song family stood up in a hurry, bowed his head and cupped his hands, and said in a trembling voice: "The eldest princess is enlightened! My Song family is loyal to Dayan and loyal to the eldest princess. I will never deliberately make such an anti-poetry. It's a coincidence... It must be a coincidence..."

Yue Wu raised her head, looked at him and said, "Then Patriarch Song, please listen to the second song."

"Miss Qin's is that the counselors in the hall are swaying, and the people are fighting fiercely. The time and place are in harmony with the people. Yan Kefa is as good as the sun. Today the towers and towers are full of power, and he is walking on mountains and rivers. All people are in harmony with "Song of the Storm" , Guan led the officials to congratulate."

"As for you son of the Song family, you are the strategist in the hall, and the frontier is fierce. The weather and the place are in harmony with the people. Yan can be defeated and said to be good. This day the towers are full of power, and he will be Wang Chuan at that time. All people Qihe "Nu "Wind Song", Guan led the officials to congratulate."

"Among them, the different characters between your son of the Song family and Miss Qin's family are [Yan, Bi, Wang]. If the first one is a coincidence, what about the second one?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone in the hall changed drastically.

"Yanbi King...flame will perish..."

The first song is "Flame Will Perish", and the second song is "Flame Will Perish"...

"Pfft!"

Song Fu's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground. His whole body trembled, and he prostrated himself on the ground. He said in a trembling voice, "Princess Mingjian! Coincidence...it must be a coincidence..."

Sun Qiaoxiang was also terrified, prostrate on the ground, trembling all over, teeth chattering, and said a word.

"If this second song is also a coincidence..."

Yue Wu looked at him coldly and said, "Then, there is a third song."

After finishing speaking, he read: "The black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, and the swallow fat is filled with night purple. Don't make a sound. Report to the General Jun on the stage, and carry Yulong to die as the king!"

"Among them, there are four characters in your Song family's poem that are different from Miss Qin's poem. They are [Yan, General, Wang]. Remove the word [Jun] from it, and please read the rest by yourself. Three words."

At this time, no one dared to read anymore.

Even Jiang Jinnan, the lord of Mo City, turned pale with fright at this time, and his legs began to weaken.

The eldest princess Nangong Huoyue suddenly opened her mouth and said: "The king of Yan... Yan will die... This time, he directly turned Yan into Yan."

"Pfft!"

In the crowd, the other Song family all kneeled down on the ground, trembling.