Chapter 1104 Changping County Lord 52
Early the next morning, Zhong Shuo came.
But Xining did not dare to ask anyone to call Miss Wang. Instead, she changed her clothes and went to the study in person.
Because Huang Bing, a Confucian scholar from Linyi County, is also here!
When Zhong Shuo went back and told his teacher, Huang Bing was tempted and came with him the next day to have a look.
Although he is not a great Confucian, it is not easy for such a small place to have a Confucian scholar. If you condescend to pay a visit, it can be regarded as respecting a cultural person.
Before Xining could reach the study, he heard cheers coming from the study: "Wonderful, wonderful!"
Seeing that the maid next to her was about to shout, she immediately made a move to stop her.
Standing on tiptoes, he quietly walked in.
Huang Handle looks to be in his fifties, with a gray beard and hair. He is neither thin nor fat. The body should be upright and should be practiced martial arts regularly, otherwise the waist will not be so straight.
His eyes were lively, and he was twirling the beard on his chin with his fingers, looking at a painting with a smile, as if his soul had been integrated into the landscape.
It was Zhong Shuo who noticed her first and turned around to salute, but Xining immediately smiled and tapped his lips with his finger.
Zhong Shuo hesitated for a moment, then spoke: "Meet the county lord."
Upon hearing this, Huang Bing also turned around and saluted. After all, he is the county lord and the owner of this place. When he comes, he should salute: "I didn't know that the county lord has arrived. Please forgive me for any rudeness."
Xining curled his lips, not funny. He raised his hands, feinted for a moment, and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Huang, there is no need to be formal. Mr. Huang's presence will make my place full of glory, which I couldn't ask for."
You still need to be polite.
"Wherever, the old man only has a false reputation, but the county owner can properly collect so many calligraphy and paintings, he is also an elegant person, far better than Huang." What Huang Bing said was pleasant to the ears but had no practical meaning.
"Mr. Huang is too modest. The county lord has lived in the palace for a long time and has never interfered with foreign affairs. After receiving this title, I heard about Mr. Huang's name as soon as I arrived. Everyone in Linyi County knows about Mr. Huang's reputation." Xi Ning I can only continue to say these boring words.
Zhong Shuoyou didn't listen to these words at all, and his eyes were glancing at the painting placed next to him from the beginning.
Xining couldn't help but look at Zhong Shuo. Huang Bing followed her gaze and coughed a little awkwardly.
Only then did Zhong Shuo come back to his senses and turned his head back to his teacher and the county chief.
Huang Bing smiled bitterly and apologized: "As a disciple, my soul will be gone when I meet someone who is obsessed with me. Please forgive me for any disrespect!"
Xining smiled: "Where are you? Two gentlemen are looking at paintings here, but I'm here to bother you. I should be the one to apologize. Come on, go prepare some refreshments, put on the ice basin, and light the incense. Three teas and six Don’t be short of food. If the two gentlemen want to stay overnight, be prepared to go to the room and serve them with a candle.”
"Yes!" Jing'er next to her responded.
Huang Bing immediately saluted solemnly: "The county master is so hospitable and doesn't mind disturbing me. How can I thank Huang?"
"Mr. Huang, you're welcome. If these calligraphy and paintings can be reviewed and appreciated by Mr. Huang, they will be considered worthwhile. You two are welcome, I'll leave first." Xining was going to be bored to death if he continued to be polite and courteous like this.
Leave quickly and hide in the inner room, lie down and lean on each other, listen to music and watch dancing, eat and drink, whatever is wrong.
Huang Bing and Zhong Shuo were really rude and refused to leave as soon as they stayed. Don’t even go to the room. When you’re tired, just lie down and go to sleep. When you wake up, you can continue watching.
For this reason, Xi Ning also sent someone to deliver paper and pen. You must know that paper in this era is very expensive. The price of a foot of paper is no less than the price of a foot of linen. But in order to prove that my county boss also respects literati, I give it away!
When the paper seems to be almost used, it is immediately replenished. Twelve volumes were put on white paper and sent to the study one by one for them to copy and copy.
As for Miss Wang, the old man who was about to renew his marriage was so angry that he brought people to the house to make trouble when he heard that he wanted to break off the engagement. But without signing a marriage contract, we had no choice but to give up. But Wang Xiaoniang's refund didn't count, and she was scolded bloody. She was even slapped by Mr. Wang before, and she was so angry that she couldn't sleep well for three days. If he didn't have a strong foundation, he would have fallen ill.
"This dance is so good!" Jing'er watched the newly choreographed song and dance with her.
Seeing the county lord looking at him with a smile, he must be in a good mood, so he asked softly: "County lord, those two Confucian scholars have been living here for three days, are you still letting them stay?"
"Hmm~" Xining said casually: "Send some wine over in the evening. It's nice to drink, watch paintings and admire the moon. Go to Mr. Huang's house again, tell Mrs. Huang not to worry, and ask her how many replacements she wants. clothes.”
Jing'er choked, if these two guys live in the county lord's mansion for a lifetime, does the county lord plan to support them for the rest of his life?
After the dance, the person in charge of singing and dancing came forward and said: "This is a newly choreographed dance before the post-autumn competition. I would like to ask the county master if he thinks it is feasible?"
"Did you dance before the competition?" Xining blinked twice.
"Exactly!"
Xining shook his head: "No!"
The steward was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and saluted: "Please give me your instructions, County Lord."
Xining told the truth: "This dance is very good to dance here. It doesn't matter if you dance to any high-profile family in the capital. But dancing before the competition...do you know who you are dancing for?"
The dancers looked at each other, and one of them was bold enough to say: "Common people, traffickers and pawns."
"Yes!" Xining nodded: "How will they feel after seeing such an elegant dance?"
Several people were silent, and the steward had no choice but to admit defeat: "The county boss is right, the people may not like this dance after seeing it."
Xining smiled brightly: "It's okay to dance, but add some other dances, such as mask dance, flower picking dance, rice transplanting dance, etc. It will be appreciated by both refined and popular people."
The steward immediately saluted: "Thank you very much, the county bishop, for your teachings. Let's think about it when we go back."
"Well, let's go!" Xining picked up the sour plum on the table, twisted one and put it into his mouth.
The sour plum tastes sweet and sour in the mouth. She thought for a while: "Let Miss Wang come over."
Jing'er was stunned again, she was dancing just now, why is it Miss Wang again?
The county chief really has a lot to worry about.
After responding, he went out to find a way to notify Hua'er.
After an hour, Miss Wang came. The concierge didn't explain anything and just ushered people in. When they saw that Huang Bing was there, Miss Wang was quite surprised.
But he still saluted and said hello generously, and explained: "I don't know whether Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhong are here. My little girl, please come back someday."
Huang Bing looked at Miss Wang and then turned his attention to the calligraphy and painting: "Since we are here, let's take a look together."
"Yes!" Miss Wang looked like a junior and walked over cautiously to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings together.
Hua'er, who came with him, secretly cursed: I don't know anything, I only let you come because I knew it, otherwise how could Huang Bing see you!
Zhong Shuo's parents are deceased, and only Huang Bing can make the decision for him. We must let Huang Bing take a look, Miss Wang... Xining shook her fan and squinted her eyes to relax.
(End of chapter)