Chapter 1248: Forbearing as a knife
The back house of Duke Zhao's mansion.
Everything in the house is plain and white. Winter is coming to an end and spring is not yet here. It is a cold and cold season, which makes it even more desolate.
The servants who came and went all had solemn expressions and sad expressions. Their footsteps were hurried and not a single person spoke. Except for the sound of bells coming from the Taoist priest's practice in the mourning hall, the entire mansion was like a pool of stagnant water.
In a side room in the west courtyard, the window paper revealed a slightly hazy yellow light.
It's cold and windy outside, but the house is full of spring...
"Um...Erlang, the slave family can't hold on..." A murmur sounded in Changsun Huan's ears. The voice was sweet and delicate, as refreshing as honey.
Changsun Huan turned a deaf ear, he was very excited...
Changsun Chong is in exile and is facing a precarious situation. He never dares to return to Guanzhong in this life. Changsun Dan is brutally killed. Changsun Jun is imprisoned. The legitimate son of the Changsun family is in ruins.
Moreover, even if Changsun Jun is not punished by Fang Jun, his reputation will be ruined. In addition, when Fang Jun suppressed Changsun's iron factory some time ago, Changsun Jun's response was very mediocre, and the position of the head of the family has been far away from him. Even if Changsun Wuji insists on passing on the title of head of the family to Changsun Jun, he may not be able to pass the test of being the elder of the clan...
Looking at the clan, there were originally a lot of talents, but now only he, the bastard, stands out and has a great reputation. Holding the shares of the Changsun family in the "Eastern Datang Company" not only brought a huge amount of money to the family, but also allowed the Changsun family to maintain its foundation in such a precarious situation. It is really a great contribution.
Who else could I take the position of clan leader? !
After years of forbearance, seeing that his long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, Changsun Huan could not help but be passionate, so he took advantage of the silence of the night to renew his relationship with Changsun Dan, a coquettish concubine...
When people are excited, they always discover different potentials than when they are ordinary, not to mention Changsun Huan, who is young, strong and experienced? At the same time, when everyone in the family wears filial piety, doing this kind of thing will inevitably add an added pleasure of breaking taboos, and the taste will be completely different.
The concubine's little cherry mouth opened wide, her beautiful neck straightened back, and she let out a short and sharp cry of joy.
Like rain hitting banana trees, like a silver vase bursting into pieces, like crying and complaining, and turning into ecstasy.
But before Changsun Huan could appreciate the screams of joy coming from the depths of his soul when the woman was extremely beautiful, his expression changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand to cover the woman's mouth.
The cheers stopped suddenly, like a duck being strangled by its neck...
Changsun Huan, who was frightened and frightened, lost all interest, and immediately retreated, looking down at the panicked woman, and said angrily in a low voice: "Do you want to die?"
Doing this kind of casual thing in the midst of filial piety, although it has a wonderful feeling of breaking the taboo, it has always been shamed and regarded as a taboo in human relations.
What's more, the woman beneath him is still the widow of Changsun Dan?
Once someone discovers his head, Changsun Huan will have to be chopped off by Changsun Wuji!
The woman struggled for a few times before daring to move. She looked at Changsun Huan with resentful eyes. When Changsun Huan slowly released the palm covering his mouth, she begged in a low and frightened voice: "It's the slave's fault. , Nujia... couldn't hold it back..."
Changsun Huan said angrily: "Can't hold it back? When the scandal between us is exposed, then you don't have to hold it back anymore, just stare at the pig cage!"
I am also very proud of myself. I have endured it for so many years, so why waste this little time?
Those who travel a hundred miles are only half a century old. From now on, we should be more cautious in our words and deeds...
The woman was so frightened that she trembled all over. She quickly put her smooth body against Changsun Huan's strong chest, kissed Changsun Huan's chest with her lips, and begged for mercy: "I know my mistake, Erlang, don't be angry. I accept the punishment, no matter what punishment." Recognize..."
Changsun Huan sighed and watched the woman turn over her wicker-like body and get up...
Before the fishing boat could enter the harbor, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Changsun Huan was so frightened that his soul almost flew away...
The woman was even more panicked. She squatted half-crouched between Changsun Huan's waist and abdomen, her face turned pale, and she asked in a trembling voice: "...who?"
"Erlang, the master of the house has sent someone to call you and ask you to go to the mourning hall to see him. If you want to inquire, please go as soon as possible."
A low hoarse voice sounded outside the door.
Both people in the room breathed a sigh of relief. The woman then realized that she was covered in cold sweat from fear, her body was greasy, and her limbs were sore. She leaned on Changsun Huan regardless of it and said softly: "I'm scared to death of the slave family. , it’s better to find a place outside the house in the future. If this continues, it will be over once someone finds out..."
Changsun Huan naturally heard that it was his confidant outside the door, and he relaxed, stretched out his hand to caress the woman's smooth and slender back, and laughed softly: "I didn't know who was greedy for such forbidden pleasure just now, now Are you pretending to be a serious person instead?”
"Sigh! Who is not serious?" The woman was a little annoyed. She took a bite on Changsun Huan's chest and asked, "If you inherit the position of head of the family in the future, will you forget about the slave family?"< br>
Changsun Huan's sweet words came naturally: "How could it be? I'm afraid I'll never find you again in Chang'an with your charming looks. It's too late to love you every day, how can you do it?"
"Hmph, even if you have a conscience, I would rather live with you even if I give up my reputation..."
The woman smiled coquettishly, her slender body squirming a few times on Changsun Huan, and asked with a slight breath: "You have taken notice of this sister-in-law of the slave family. Do you also covet your princess sister-in-law in your heart?"< br>
The smile on Changsun Huan's face suddenly froze...
Then he stood up slightly roughly, pushed the woman aside, and dressed up with a cold face.
When he came to the door, he turned back to look at the woman who was putting on a linen mourning dress, and said in a cold tone: "You are despicable, so don't think that everyone is the same as you. Also, don't mention it in front of someone in the future. Princess Changle, you... are not worthy. If there is another time, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
His tone was as sharp as a knife, his words were decisive, but where could there be any tenderness and sweetness from when he was just enjoying himself?
The woman's face was pale and she didn't dare to say a word. She could only watch Changsun Huan push open the door and hide in the dark night in the courtyard. She subconsciously tightened the skirt of Xiaoyi's clothes and held her delicate and beautiful flowers like jade. Body tightly covered.
A cold glint suddenly appeared in the eyes that had been tender and sweet just now, and I bit my lips tightly...
The cold wind poured in through the open door, chilling my whole body.
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In the mourning hall, Changsun Wuji was talking with the elder of the clan.
Hearing Changsun Wuji ask about the allusion of the ancient orange, the old man had some doubts: "Why did the assistant ask about this?"
Changsun Wuji couldn't say that he was worried that he might be teased by Fang Jun with his words. It was shameful to say so, so he said vaguely: "I just heard someone mention it by chance, and I was a little confused, so I asked you."
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This old man was a man who read poetry and books. After hearing this, he stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said: "There are really not many allusions about oranges, but what about southern oranges and northern oranges?"
This is the most famous allusion about oranges, which comes from "Yanzi Chunqiu Neipian Miscellaneous Part 2": "Oranges grown in Huainan are called tangerines, and those born in north Huaibei are called tangerines. The leaves are similar, but the taste is different. So what? The water and soil are different. Also. "It means that orange trees in Huainan will become tangerine trees when transplanted to the north of the Huaihe River, which is a metaphor for the mutation of the same species due to different environmental conditions.
How could Changsun Wuji not know this?
He shook his head and said, "Of course I know this allusion, not this one."
The old man asked again: "Could it be that Mr. Lu is the deceased relative of Ji Huaiju?"
Lu Gongji is Lu Ji. He was a native of Huating, Wu County, Wu State during the Three Kingdoms period. He was erudite and knowledgeable, proficient in astronomy and calendar calculations. He once wrote the Map of the Huntian, annotated the Book of Changes, and wrote the Commentary on the Taixuan Jing.
He was born into a wealthy family in Jiangdong. When he was six years old, he went to Jiujiang with his father Lu Kang to meet Yuan Shu. Yuan Shu entertained him with oranges, so Lu Ji hid two oranges in his arms. Before leaving, the oranges rolled to the ground. Yuan Shu laughed and said, "Lu Lang came to my house as a guest. Do you want to carry the owner's oranges when you leave?" Lu Ji replied, "My mother likes to eat oranges. I want to take them back and give them to her." Mother, try it.”
Yuan Shu was very surprised to see that he knew how to be filial to his mother at a young age.
Changsun Wuji still shook his head: "That's not the case."
The old man was surprised and said: "None of them? That old man is really ignorant. There are very few allusions about oranges. Why don't you tell me, what are the allusions about oranges?" Changsun Wuji hesitated for a moment, feeling that in his heart It was extremely awkward to hide this matter, so it was better to spit it out quickly and said: " Today someone said to someone: I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move around... I didn't understand what he meant, but this person and I have always been at odds with each other and had deep hatred. It was definitely not a good thing to say. I think about it, but I still can’t figure out what this sentence means.”
The old man nodded slightly. He also felt that these words were extremely strange, but he didn't know exactly what was strange.
It would be okay if ordinary people said this, but if they don’t understand, they don’t understand. But if your enemy said such words in front of your face, how would you know if they were scolding you?
If you don’t even know you are being scolded, it is really a slap in the face...(End of chapter)