Chapter 69 Celebration
Just when the right and wrong between the Marquis of Xiping and the Bo’s Mansion of Yongqing was hotly discussed after dinner, officials who went to the southeast to investigate Yuan Chenghai returned to Beijing.
The investigation results show that Yuan Chenghai was framed by a villain.
Yuan Chenghai didn't take this investigation seriously, but the matter was more down-to-earth, and he laughed out loud after getting the news.
Some people who were close to Yuan Chenghai shouted to hold a banquet to celebrate his reputation, and more people who were originally waiting and watching came together.
"I heard that Yongqing's mansion has been very lively recently. Go and I will give Yongqing a post." Yuan Chenghai ordered.
This capital is busier than the south, with new things one after another. Several female relatives from the Yongqing Bo Mansion actually sued the Xiping Marquis' Mansion and won.
I heard that the victimized girl was saved by Miss Qiu Liu, and the way she saved her was difficult for him to believe it was true. When I see Uncle Yongqing, I must ask carefully.
The banquet was held at Fengweilou at night, and Yuan Chenghai went home first to change his clothes.
He was used to the warm fragrance of soft jade. There were two flowers in Yuan's house, one with thorny flowers, and three yards took turns. The incense burner in each place sucked the fragrant mist all day long, dyeing his clothes with a light fragrance.
"Master is going out?" Hui Niang tidied up Yuan Chenghai's collar.
"Well, have a drink tonight."
Hui Niang has been with Yuan Chenghai for many years, and she knew he was in a good mood at first glance: "Is there any happy event?"
Yuan Chenghai laughed: "Hahaha, it's not. The unfair people from the south used to despise my reputation, which made many misunderstood people in the capital. Now the person who went to investigate has returned."
"Congratulations, Master, wait." Hui Niang brought a small incense furnace and stuffed it into Yuan Chenghai's wide sleeve.
"What is this for?" Yuan Chenghai was puzzled.
Hui Niang smiled and said, "Fumigate for a while, and the master will wave his sleeves and will be filled with fragrance."
"Be nonsense." Yuan Chenghai scolded him and did not refuse.
People in Beijing love incense, and it’s nothing wrong with being more elegant.
When you let your sleeves smoke incense, Yuan Chenghai closed his eyes: "Speaking of this, Miss Qiu Liu is indeed a good at making incense."
"Yes." Hui Niang responded, not wanting to talk more about this topic.
I am still thinking about Miss Qiu Liu, I am really unchanged. "Miss Qiu Liu has almost used up the incense given to you, right?" "It will be used for a while." Yuan Chenghai looked at Hui Niang dissatisfied.
Why did I suddenly become ignorant? I would have known to go to Li Niang's place.
After a while, Hui Niang took out the small incense burner: "Okay."
Yuan Chenghai raised his sleeves and sniffed, and laughed: "It's really good, Hui Niang, you are kind and kind."
Hui Niang sent Yuan Chenghai to the gate of the yard: "Master, don't drink too much, come back early."
"I understand, I'm long-winded." Yuan Chenghai didn't look back and walked with big strides.
Hui Niang looked at Yuan Chenghai's back and was silently ecstatic.
She was also forcibly robbed by this man. She cried, made trouble and hated her. After all, she could not withstand the use of time and the helplessness of reality. She tied the stability of the second half of her life to this man.
I just hope that when he is old and desolate, he will have some old feelings so that she can spend her old age.
Hui Niang returned to the house, carried out her hidden makeup box, and counted the gold and silver accumulated over the years over and over again, until her mood calmed down again, she put it back to her original place.
Fengweilou is located in a prosperous place, and neatly dressed guys stand at the door to greet the guests.
"Yashi? I'm really embarrassed. The two largest Yashi rooms upstairs have been booked."
The visitor was surprised: "Those two Yashi rooms are usually not booked at the same time, right?" "It was the adults who gathered together to celebrate Lord Yuan's stigma and cleared their stigma." The guy explained.
The manager of Yuan Zhai has given him a special explanation, and if someone asks, he will promote this matter more. "So that's it." When the visitor heard this, he turned around and left. After going out, he whispered to his companions, "Sure enough, Lord Yuan is fine."
"It's more to say, he's covering the sky with one hand in the southeast, the local emperor-"
"Shh, stop talking, be careful of being heard by someone."
"Hey, you peddler, almost hit me, how could you walk!" The man who was talking to Yuan Chenghai stopped at the foot of his feet, dissatisfied staring at the passing young peddler.
The young peddler hurriedly reimbursed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't hold my burden firmly for the time being."
Seeing that he had a good attitude towards admitting his mistake, the man waved his hand and walked away with his companions gradually.
The young peddler looked up at the grand sign of Fengweilou, carried the goods around the streets and alleys, and put down his load to drink tea and rest when passing a tea stall.
At this time, there happened to be no one in the stall. Tao Da came over with a teapot and poured tea and asked, "Is there any situation?"
The young peddler was Chen San.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Chen San drank all the tea in one breath and gritted his teeth and said, "When passing by a restaurant, he heard people walking out talking about the officials sent by the court to the southeast to investigate Yuan Zhe, saying that Yuan Zhe was slandered!"
The thick porcelain bowl he slapped on the table made a thud, and Tao Da frowned and reminded: "Be gentle."
Chen San looked up at Yuan Da: "How come this dog thief is at ease? It's really a guard for officials-"
Tao Da interrupted him: "I didn't know this for a long time, it's useless to be angry now."
Chen San shook his mouth hard, as if what he had just drank was not rough tea, but strong wine: "That dog thief will go to Fengweilou tonight to have wine, so it's better--"
"Shut up!" Tao Da's face was calm and his tone was particularly fierce, "Don't be stupid, wait for news about the magpies!"
"Brother Que hasn't been moving for a long time. Who knows if something happened or doesn't want to do it anymore."
Tao Da went to the empty bowl of tea in front of Chen San: "Your head was kicked by a donkey. If we can accomplish something, we will die to the point of death. I will only die? I will tell you, if you dare to make trouble, I will twist your head as a urinary!"
Chen San was scolded and looked disappointed: "I'm just talking."
I felt that the opportunity was rare and I couldn't help but feel moved, but I also understood that the hope of success was slim. So I asked the boss what he meant. "Just say it?" Tao Da asked worriedly.
Chen San picked up the tea bowl: "When did I take action privately? If I don't let me do it, just stop it. Let me see how capable Brother Que is. Shouldn't we wait until the year of the Monkey, Horse Month?"
"I think Brother Que is a reliable one. I won't let us wait too long. I don't believe in betting." Tao Da said this, but he was still afraid that Chen San would be impulsive.
"Okay, what are you betting on?"
"I won, you kowtow to Brother Que to thank me."
Chen Sangudong drank a bowl of tea and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if I win?"
Tao Da looked at Chen San deeply and said calmly: "You win, let's die together."
If Yuan Thief is not dead, what are their faces to live? "Damn it!" Chen San pounded the table, put down a few copper plates and left.
It was soon dusk, and in front of Fengwei Tower, people in brocade clothes were walking in.
The young peddler passing by watched Yuan Chenghai walk into the restaurant surrounded by a squat, lifted up the load, and strode past.
"Needle, thread, wooden comb hair rope--"
(The end of this chapter)