Chapter 2 Determined Plan
The goose-feather heavy snow has been falling all day long, and in the evening, the entire house is covered in silver and looks like a jade sculpture carved from ice.
Fang Jun was so worried that he returned to the study and moved a stool to sit in front of the window. He pushed the window open a crack and felt the cold wind blowing on his face and the snow powder flying, which made him feel more comfortable.
There are a few withered plum trees in the corner of the courtyard with rugged branches, and a tall cedar outside the wall welcomes the snow proudly.
He touched the back of his head and saw that there was a big bag there. It was caused by accidentally knocking on a stone when he fell from his horse a few days ago, which caused his predecessor to be in a coma for several days, and his own soul took over the body and occupied the magpie's nest.
Even the memories of the past are preserved.
Originally, Fang Jun's character Yiai was written in Chinese characters, so people in the world called him by his name but not by his name.
Fang Xuanling was a man of culture and was good at writing, so he focused on Confucianism in educating his children, hoping to pass down poems and books to the family.
The eldest son, Fang, has a good legacy. Although his integrity lacks a little aura, he is honest, hard-working and conscientious. He is an upright gentleman and has always done well in his studies.
But when it came to Fang Yiai, it was completely different. This guy is a bit clumsy, has a stubborn temper, and seems to be missing a muscle in his brain that doesn't work well.
To put it bluntly, it’s just a bit...
My husband taught some about the Four Books and Five Classics, and I could barely understand them, but most of the time he handed them all over to Duke Zhou as soon as he slept...
However, he is not good at studying literature, but he has some talent in martial arts.
Perhaps he was born with a good physique, but Fang Yi's love power was so great that even an ordinary strong man could not compare with him. He followed a group of descendants of military officials and nobles all day long, playing with knives and sticks, riding horses and hunting, and behaved wildly and informally. He is considered a bad boy, and his reputation is not very good.
Fang Xuanling was so angry that her liver hurt...
Fang Jun sighed helplessly, thinking that he would have to marry the great witch Princess Gaoyang in three or two years, and he was filled with heartache. I am just fifteen this year. Are the sun at eight o'clock and the flowers of the motherland destined to wither early?
It’s so hard to live...
There were rustling footsteps behind him.
The little maid Qiao'er held a teapot, filled a cup of tea into the teacup on the table, and handed it to Fang Jun.
"It's very cold. I made tea and let it dry for a while. The temperature is just right. Master, have a cup to warm yourself up."
Little Loli, who was twelve or thirteen years old, blinked her big black eyes and looked at her young master with worry.
"Hmm."
Fang Jun was also a little thirsty, so he took the tea cup without looking at it and drank half of the cup in one gulp.
Then——
"Poof!"
Squirted out violently.
"Ah!"
The little maid Qiao'er was unexpectedly startled, she screamed and jumped away like a rabbit, her trousers still wet.
Fang Jun stared: "What the hell is this?"
I looked at the half cup of tea in my hand. The tea was turbid. I smacked it in my mouth. It had the pungency of ginger, the saltiness of salt, and even the greasy taste of suet...
Then I remembered that I seemed to have read in some book that fried tea appeared in the Ming Dynasty to get the pure and sweet taste of tea. In the Tang Dynasty, the tea leaves were finely crushed and served with onion, ginger, salt or even juice. Boil in a pot...
What the hell is this called tea?
It's probably more appropriate to say it's soup.
For Fang Jun, who loves tea, the level of intolerance is only second after marrying Princess Gaoyang.
How does the little maid Qiaoer know this? When I saw the young master squirting all the tea out, I took it for granted that I was not good at making tea and was rejected by the young master. I felt wronged and my eye circles turned red. I accidentally burned my hand when I was just making tea...
But now that the young master dislikes it, I have to be more attentive in the future, thinking about whether to put more mutton oil or less ground ginger when making tea next time...
Fang Jun was in a mess, feeling that the whole world was against him, and he didn't pay attention to the aggrieved look of the little maid, who was about to cry.
If he knew what the little maid Qiaoer was thinking at this moment, he would probably spit out a mouthful of old blood. For Fang Jun, who was used to drinking Longjing Maojian, Tang Dynasty tea would be fatal...
Just at this time, the servant Fang Dahai came to report: "Master, the third master Cheng and the second master Du came to visit after hearing that the master had woken up. They are sitting in the flower hall for a while. Do you think you can invite them over?"
"Third Young Master Cheng, Second Young Master Du?"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it for a moment, he realized who these two people were.
Cheng Yaojin's third son, Cheng Chubi, and Du Ruhui's second son, Du He.
These two can be regarded as the dandies in Chang'an City. Apart from bullying men and dominating women, they really don't dare to do anything else, such as eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, cheating, and abduction. goods.
Fang Jun was in a bad mood and had no patience to see these two bad friends, so he wanted to tell Fang Dahai to send them away.
Suddenly, a light flashed in my heart.
A badass friend with a bad reputation?
Got it!
Fang Jun was overjoyed and ordered the little maid Qiao'er: "Qiao'er, change my clothes!"
Can't His Majesty the Emperor take back his orders?
Hum hum, the mountain man has a clever plan!
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It has not yet reached Youshi, the clouds are like lead, and every house in the city is already brightly lit.
The streets were covered with snow. Although government officials from Chang'an and Wannian counties braved the snow to clear it, the snow was too heavy. It had not yet been cleared in front of them, and it was already thick behind them.
When you come out, there are only a few people on the street. When you reach the vicinity of Pingkangfang, you can see the noise and bustle of cars and horses.
Pingkangfang is a square in Chang'an City. It is adjacent to Dongshi in the east, Chongrenfang in the north across Chunming Avenue, and Xuanyangfang in the south. They are all "nearly making trouble". Since the official office of Shangshu Province is located in the east of the imperial city, the nearby squares have become gathering places for officials from other provinces stationed in Beijing and people from all over the country.
The dirty past is not enough to praise,
Today's dissolute thoughts have no limit.
The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease,
See all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
This very famous poem was written by a man named Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty after he passed the Jinshi examination. The whole poem is filled with the pride of having risen to great heights and become a disciple of the emperor. This man is a really elegant man. After he won the imperial examination, the first thing he did was to ride a horse and go enjoy the flowers.
If you naively thought that this man was admiring peonies or morning glories, he would probably roll his eyes.
Because in the Tang Dynasty, the first thing most people did after passing the imperial examination was to run to Pingkangfang. What to do? Going to a brothel to find beautiful girls shows the openness of the Tang Dynasty.
Although this was during the Zhenguan period, when the Tang Dynasty was first established, and the Jinshi examination of the pre-Sui Dynasty had been discontinued, and the imperial examination system that had lasted for thousands of years would not be customized until Emperor Gaozong, Pingkangfang had already been a place where literati who pursued fashionable trends flocked.
It can be said that Pingkangfang is the red light district specially developed in Chang'an City.
Riding a horse on a leaning bridge,
The whole building is full of red sleeves. What man wouldn't be eroded by such a gentle country and would rather stay drunk than wake up?
(End of chapter)