Chapter 1934 Green and sick show sympathy
"What time is it?"
"When the concubine returns to the house, he will be ugly for the first time."
"Well... prepare a carriage for me and take me back home."
Since returning to Beijing, he has been busy with everything and has not had time to spend time with his wife and children. For Fang Jun, a time traveler from later generations, this is a serious dereliction of duty. Even if it was too late to go to bed and too early to wake up at this moment, he still felt that it would be better to go home and take a nap with his wife and children in his arms. That would be the warmest place.
"Here!"
The chamberlain quickly agreed, one person stayed behind to help Fang Jun get dressed, and the other went out to prepare the car.
When Fang Jun was dressed neatly and walked out of the house, a blast of cool air hit him, and he suddenly felt refreshed, and all the drowsiness and depression disappeared.
The surrounding fields were dark, only illuminated by palace lanterns, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fell, covering everything as far as the eye could see with a silvery white.
The heavy snow actually fell all night...
Fang Jun glanced back. Snow powder was flying, and the exquisite pavilions were dormant in the darkness. The magnificent and luxurious scene in the day was still vaguely visible.
This is still the Furong Garden of Wei King Li Tai. The residence given to Queen Shande by His Majesty Li Er is not far from here and is also close to Qujiang Pond...
After boarding the carriage house, Jun took off a waist badge and threw it to the charioteer. He got into the carriage and pulled a blanket to cover his legs.
There is a curfew system in Chang'an, but this is naturally ineffective for a military inspector who holds the power of the Ministry of War. Which of the soldiers of Marquis Wu who patrolled the streets dared to arrest him without opening his eyes?
The carriage moved forward slowly, its wheels grinding the snow on the street, making a "creak" sound. It encountered several waves of conscientious patrolling Wuhou on the way, but after seeing the waistband in the hand of the charioteer, he Everyone let them go and stood on both sides of the road with their hands tied, watching the carriage drive slowly by. After the carriage had gone far, they continued to patrol the streets.
Passing by the gate of Pingkangfang, Fang Jun opened the car curtain and took a look. Pingkangfang was not silent due to the heavy snow. Even in the middle of the night, there were still bright lights behind the gate of Pingkangfang. , the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra came faintly through the wind and snow, interpreting the luxury of the prosperous age.
Fang Jun does not have the cynical mentality of contemporary Confucian scholars, nor does he criticize the old-fashioned, extravagant and corrupt people behind the prosperity. This is the most intuitive manifestation of economic development. A Pingkangfang is almost equivalent to a microcosm of the entire Tang Dynasty, with countless Money and silk are exchanged and circulated here. The more prosperous the Tang Dynasty is, the more prosperous Pingkangfang will be. The circulation of wealth will be accelerated, and the imperial tax will increase, so that more wealth can be created...
The Confucian scholars of the Tang Dynasty did not understand the economic principles involved.
Before he could lower the car curtain, he suddenly saw a commotion coming from the gate not far away, and then the heavy gate was pushed open with a "bang" from the inside, and a figure staggered out of the door, holding in his hand He also waved a horizontal knife and shouted: "Get out of here, you bitch! If anyone dares to follow me, I will chop you to death, you coward!"
A large group of people chased him out from behind the square gate, but they didn't dare to come near.
The man waved his sword and said sternly: "Go back, everyone, and close the door!"
This person was obviously quite prestigious, so everyone had no choice but did not dare to disobey him, so they had to return to the square and close the gate.
Under the heavy snow, the man was staggering in the snow with a knife in one hand. Perhaps his legs were weak due to drinking, but after walking half a street, he fell several times, and finally turned over and lay down. in snow In the ground, he shouted: "God! I, Xue Wanche, stand tall on the sky and the earth. Why do you treat me like this? How can I have any face in the world and stand in front of others? Ahhhh..."
Fang Jun was speechless.
Is this special girl Xue Wanche?
If you drink too much in love, you will go crazy...
The chariot drove past Xue Wanche, who was lying on the snow. At this time, he looked back and whispered: "The prince-in-law is General Xue Wanche. Maybe he drank too much... Do you want me to inform Jingzhao later?" Mansion, order Wuhou to patrol the streets and send him back to the mansion?”
If the mighty General Youwuwei and the Prince Consort died of drinking and freezing in the streets of Chang'an, it would be truly a legend in the world...
Fang Jun sighed, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid that if you wait for you to turn around, this guy will freeze to death... Stop the car, help him get him to the car, and you can take him back to your house later." Go.”
"Here!"
The charioteer responded, quickly stopped the carriage by the roadside, jumped off the shaft, and went to Xue Wanche's side to check.
The snow on the street was already half a foot thick. Xue Wanche lay sprawled in the snow pit, his face rosy and his mouth chirping from time to time. His beard and eyebrows were already covered with a layer of white frost. If no one paid attention to him, he might not be able to use it. I'll be freezing in an hour...
The snow was thick and slippery underfoot, and Xue Wanche was tall and strong, so the charioteer did not dare to drag him to death. After working for a long time, the sweat on his head turned into white steam, and he could not get Xue Wanche up. carriage. Fang Jun had no choice but to jump off the carriage, pick up Xue Wanche's belt and throw him into the carriage.
The carriage got back on the road in the snow and wind and headed straight for Chongrenfang House.
Fang Jun did not want to have anything to do with Xue Wanche. It was not his style to refuse to save him. However, he absolutely did not want to do anything like sending Xue Wanche home, so he went back first. Xue Wanche was sent off by the royal guards of the Wei Palace. He went back and told the charioteer not to reveal his participation.
The charioteer didn't know why, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he agreed.
The snow on the street is very thick, and the wheels are struggling to move forward in the snow. The carriage is swaying and moving very slowly.
In the carriage, Xue Wanche turned over, groaned, and murmured: "Thirsty..."
Fang Jun didn't hear clearly and didn't care.
After a while, Xue Wanche closed his eyes and shouted again: "I'm so thirsty..."
Fang Jun turned a deaf ear.
Perhaps he was very thirsty. Xue Wanche turned over and put one leg at Fang Jun's feet. Fang Jun kicked him away. After a while, the man turned over again and muttered inaudible words. It was tossing and turning like a caterpillar, and it must have been very uncomfortable.
Fang Jun was helpless, he couldn't just kick him out, could he?
He turned over and used a flint to light a palace lantern on the wall of the carriage. Then the light came on. After groping around for a while, he found a mezzanine drawer on the carriage. He pulled it open and found some candied fruits and the like placed inside, as well as a silver lantern. A small wine jug and two wine jars.
When he opened one of the jars, a strong aroma of wine overflowed.
Fang Jun took a big sip from the jar. It was the finest Fangfu wine. The wine had a mellow aroma and endless aftertaste. Then he poured half a pot into the small wine jug, sealed the wine jar, and used the spout of the small wine jug. Aiming at Xue Wanche's mouth, he slowly poured some wine.
Just like a baby waiting to be fed, Xue Wanche opened his mouth vaguely and drank the wine greedily. It seemed that he was not satisfied. He turned over and sat up. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed Fang Jun's hand. Stop, hold the wine bottle and pour it into your mouth.
Fang Jun was speechless, he is really a drunkard...
After downing half the bottle of wine, Xue Wanche let out a long belch and lay down in the carriage again.
His mouth was not idle.
"Father, mother, the child is unfilial... Eldest brother, you have a spirit in heaven, don't dislike your brothers and embarrass you... Second brother, third brother, fifth brother, I am a useless brother, which has brought disgrace to the family. Shame, the ancestors lose their face and have no face to see them Man...Danyang, you bitch, you dare to steal someone without telling me, I wish I could kill you with one knife, and that adulterer, he is just a boy, how can he compare to Xue Wanzhe, a man who is upright and upright..."
Fang Jun blinked, holy shit!
This guy actually stole his wife, so he had nowhere to go to relieve his depression, so he came to Pingkangfang to drink to drown his sorrows?
"...Mom! What about the emperor's daughter? She's amazing. Do you think I'm rare? If you hadn't forced me to marry Danyang, eldest brother, I wouldn't have even looked at him! I still despise this one and that one. I'm a man, Qian. Take the title of general among the thousands of troops How brave and brave are you? My mother, it’s a beautiful night in the wedding room. I just found out that you are absolutely perfect... But what can I do? The emperor’s daughter is so big, I have to endure it even if I’m a coward. Waiting... woo woo..."
This rough and valiant generation of famous generals actually started crying after saying these drunken words.
Fang Jun thought for a while, poured another half a bottle of wine, and put it in Xue Wanche's hand. Xue Wanche seemed to be asleep and stared in a daze. When he smelled the aroma of wine, he put the wine bottle into his mouth, and the wine dripped down his beard all over the floor.
For some reason, Fang Jun suddenly felt a sense of "sympathizing with each other". It was not easy to marry the emperor's daughter, and it was not easy to be the royal consort!
Especially the princesses of the Tang Dynasty, there are not many good things!
If he hadn't traveled through time, the original master's wife would also have to bear a big cuckold, her name will be recorded in the annals of history, and she will be ridiculed for thousands of years... (End of this chapter)