Mr. Xiang teases her husband every day

The Xiang family worshiped their ancestors with great momentum.Those who are qualified to participate in the ancestor worship before the fifth service, regardless of the distance, rushed to Lizhong early and waited, and met with acquaintances. It's luck that he is familiar with the old man.

Although the old patriarch of the Xiang family has stepped down as the patriarch, but because of Xiang Yuan's entry into the cabinet and offering sacrifices to the ancestors, the old patriarch can't treat it normally, relying on the fact that the new patriarch is his eldest son, trembling Supported by my little grandson, I have to come and participate in whatever I say.

When Xiang Yuan respectfully placed the censer, tribute vase and other objects bestowed by Emperor Qianfeng in the ancestral hall of the Xiang family according to the regulations, all the people present were in awe, and some people didn't even have the courage to take a look at them. He silently said in his heart that Xiang Yuan is worthy of being a close minister of the emperor, to have such a big face.And as the Xiang family, they are destined to share this honor together. Thinking about it makes people's hearts surge and it's hard to control themselves.

The solemn ancestor worship was over, and the old patriarch led Xiang Yuan to the other side of the ancestral hall, where there stood a stone tablet. Take a closer look, it described his scientific research and official career in the past few years in a well-groomed manner. Fan, the words are concise and the narrative is concise. Although the tone is objective, it can be seen that the person who wrote the biography and engraved the monument respects and admires him. It is a talent.

Seeing Xiang Yuan's calm expression and approving brows, the old patriarch smiled and said, "This biography was written by your third uncle's seventh grandson, Liheng, and it took three days to revise and revise it."

"That's right, the choice of words and characters are very exquisite, I think Li Heng's knowledge must be good."

Receiving such a compliment from Xiang Yuan, the old patriarch was so happy that he waved back again and again, and said in repeated voices: "Li Heng, Li Heng, come, come, and meet your Second Uncle Xiang."

Immediately, a handsome young man stepped forward and bowed to Xiang Yuan excitedly.

Xiang Yuan saw that he was wearing a square scarf on his head and wearing a pine tree, so he knew that the worst person in front of him was a scholar.

Sure enough, the old patriarch went on to say: "This kid Liheng is smart. He is good at studying at an early age. It's just bad luck. After he was selected as a scholar at the age of 15, he can't be a master of juren. It's obvious that the master said that he has reached the end of his knowledge." Huo, but for some reason, it always seems to be so unlucky."

Xiang Yuan looked at the young man in front of him, seeing his clear features and clear eyes, he felt a little fondness in his heart.

"I'm going to stay in Lizhong for a few more days. If you don't dislike it, why don't Liheng show me the knowledge you have done on weekdays. Although I entered the official career early, I have never put down the scrolls and pens all these years, giving pointers. , it's still possible."

The old patriarch was overjoyed, he had this plan in mind, but he was worried about Xiang Yuan's high status and power, and he might be impatient with such a trivial matter, so he just tried it out, and didn't dare to speak out.Unexpectedly, Xiang Yuan agreed so readily, the old patriarch's face was flushed with excitement for a moment.

Xiang Liheng was also a good-natured person. Seeing Xiang Yuan agree, he immediately bowed and bowed, with a respectful attitude and a passionate tone: "Liheng, thank you, Second Uncle Xiang!"

Looking around, I saw that everyone around me showed envy, some of them were less generous, their eyes were red with jealousy, Xiang Yuan paused, pondered for a while, and said loudly to the old patriarch: "It doesn't matter if there is only Li Heng. If you want to send it, just come to the door."

The old patriarch was really surprised and happy now, and the rest of the Xiang family who participated in the ancestor worship were also very pleasantly surprised. There was a jealous patriarch who favored Liheng and was jealous. There is only one thought left: let Mr. Xiang guide his children and grandchildren in everything he says.

"Congzi, this is, this is true."

Stretching out his hand to stop the old patriarch's trembling and excited words, Xiang Yuan said gently: "The old patriarch doesn't have to be like this. A single tree can't make a forest. If the Xiang family can have a few more talents, it will be a great help to me. We are of the same clan, we are of the same clan Qi Lianzhi, it is most necessary to work together to create the prosperity of the Xiang clan."

Some elders and relatives at the front of the scene could hear the words clearly, and those who couldn't hear them clearly at the back, they also knew all about it from the rest of the people's retelling. Immediately, everyone's heart was shocked , all talking about Xiang Yuan's kindness.

Although Xiang Yuan promised that anyone who wants to go to Xiang's house in Chuiliu Lane can go.However, the old patriarch was not so ungrateful. After discussing with the eldest son, he summoned the elders and made it clear that no one from other clans would be allowed to disturb him. Those who obtained fame.With such regulations, although the clan members have their own opinions in private, it can be seen that the clan chief is fair and not targeting a certain family, so those who want to provoke trouble have to rest their minds.

After checking the accounts, Zhao Shen looked up through the half-open window and saw Xiang Yuan striding towards him, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"People are gone?"

"Let's go, for most of the day, my mouth is dry."

Xiang Yuan entered the door, and sat down on the chair of the grand master of Dama Jindao, and picked up the small white porcelain cup placed on the table beside him. As soon as he took it, there was an undisguised smile on his face, and when he opened the cup, Gai took a closer look, the smile became brighter and brighter.

"Well, the pear soup is really more delicious if it's iced, daughter-in-law, it's great!" As he said, he gave Zhao Shen a thumbs up.

"Eat yours, don't you feel dry mouth now?"

Zhao Shen sat down next to him, saw Xiang Yuan walking all the way, his brow was sweating, so he got up again to soak the veil, and when he came back, he was disgusted and gently wiped his sweat.

"My daughter-in-law treats her so attentively, even if her mouth is dry, she can't resist her heart's refreshment."

For Xiang Yuan's passionate confession, Zhao Shen felt that he should have not changed his face long ago, but when he really heard it, he still couldn't stop his heart from being sweet and soft, with a smile on his face and red ears.

"Old and unorthodox."

After Xiang Yuan drank the pear soup in a few sips, he let out a sigh of relief.

"You always say I'm old, so I wondered, maybe Jin Yan really thinks I'm old? But yesterday was quite useful."

This time, even the roots of Zhao Shen's ears turned red, and he glanced at the shameless Xiang Congzi. Zhao Shen said helplessly that he was afraid that he would not be as thick-skinned as Xiang Congzi until he grew old. The kind of husband and wife's intercourse did not change his expression in broad daylight.

With red ears, Zhao Shen hastily changed the subject.

"According to the situation in the past few days, there should be only a few people coming to Yuemo's door. I thought that if you let the word out, the other end would definitely come to ask for advice all day long."

Xiang Yuan smiled. "The old patriarch is a shrewd person. Although I let go and just come here, he will not let the clansman come here. You see, those who come to the door these days are preparing for the imperial examination, rather than wasting energy on those who have no fame. For Tong Sheng, it is better to just point out these few people with your heart, if the ancestors bless you, the Xiang clan will have a few more people who are promoted to Jinshi, and the old patriarch will probably wake up laughing from his dream."

"If that's the case, a few more people will become officials, and someone will help share the burden. You can always relax, Congzi."

Xiang Yuan pulled Zhao Shen's hand and squeezed it, saying, "I hope so."

If a member of the Xiang clan becomes an official, he will naturally have an advantage in the court, but the risks are also multiplied.However, just as he said with the old patriarch, a single tree cannot make a forest. As a member of the Xiang family, it is impossible for him to ignore the prosperity of the clan. Here, the clan is the foundation of one's life. I am afraid that no one dares to use him, and no one will use him.

"In two days, I plan to put An Jiu, Zhuang Zhuang, Zhuo Zhuo and these boys together and give them a unified lecture. An Jiu's knowledge is good, but there is always a little aura in the policy theory. Zhuang Zhuang and Zhuang From what Zhuo Zhuo sees now, there is nothing wrong with learning, only the accumulation is not enough. As for those boys, if they have opened their acupoints for more than ten days, at least one or two of them will be able to successfully pass the exam in the next year. "

Hearing Xiang Yuan's sweet talk, Zhao Shen frowned slightly: "Zhuo Zhuo is still young, so let's learn together now, will it work?"

Hearing his daughter-in-law mention that brat, Xiang Yuan also had a headache.Knowing a son is like a father, based on his understanding of Zhuozhuo, this little boy may not have much interest in official career, on the contrary, he has great enthusiasm and talent for calligraphy and painting.

Xiang Yuan himself likes to write and paint when he is in the mood or when he is upset, so as to calm his mind. Although his calligraphy and paintings are not comparable to those of the contemporary masters, they are still considered fine.More than once, he found that his naughty boy thought that no one would find out his calligraphy and painting smuggled into his room, closed the door to copy, stroke by stroke, quite spiritual.

Let's take a look again. If Zhuo Zhuo can continue to walk in the field of calligraphy and painting as always, as a family member, all he can do is to give support and provide a solid backing for him. Qing Gao Gu Ao is ready to take the blame and slap his face and support him.

Think about it, a little heartbroken.

At this moment, Xiang Anjing, who was secretly complained about by Xiang Yuan, was dragging Xiang Anjue to happily walk away from Midtown with An Jiu and An Wei.

An Jiu is married, and is the oldest among the four, and because of the relationship between Feng Niang and Xiang Li, her mind is much calmer than the carefree An Wei, An Jue and An Jing in the honeypot.At this time, the four of them went to the street together, and he consciously took care of the three little ones everywhere. He could try anything that was fun, beautiful and delicious, and would try his best to prevent it if there was a slight risk.After coming down several times, An Wei yelled disappointment, and bluntly said that An Jiu was like an old lady, meddling things, making people very restrained.

Being complained by An Wei, An Jiu slapped the fan on his younger brother's head mercilessly, and reprimanded: "Among the few people, you are the only one who talks a lot, but you are a foolish and bold person. If you are so dissatisfied, do you forget who was put in the street?" Abducted, almost unable to return home? I think you have learned martial arts for a few days, and then you get carried away, thinking that you are the best in the world!"

An Wei was not annoyed at being exposed so mercilessly by her brother, she just patted her head that hurt from being knocked, rolled her eyes, and had another idea.

"Even though Second Uncle has not been in Lizhong for a long time, there is actually a legend about Second Uncle in Lizhong City. Let's go, I will take you to a place. It is said that this is the place where Second Uncle became famous for the first time."

The place Xiang Anwei mentioned was the teahouse where Xiang Yuan had his daily gatherings when Xiang Yuan was there. There, Xiang Yuan made a big splash with an article "On False Work and Real Laziness", which reversed everyone's previous impression of his half-bottle of water. Take a firm position in the society.

When a few people arrived, the teahouse was buzzing with people, and one place was full of people on the third floor and outside. After a closer look, most of the people joining in the fun here were scholars, and several of them were wearing square scarves. Master Xiucai or Master Juzi.

The waiter from the tea house greeted him attentively. Seeing that An Jiu and the others were puzzled, he explained enthusiastically: "I told you that I know that there is a poetry competition going on ahead, and all of them are scholars from the Qianxin Club. The young masters of the Qianxin Club Do you know? That was the society that Xiang Yuan, the cabinet minister of the current court, entered into, and it still bears the name of Master Xiang today."

Xiang Anjue tapped the fan on the palm of his hand, and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, how many of us are going to join in the fun?"

An Jiu agreed, and An Wei curled his lips. He was always impatient with these poems, and was thinking about how to get out. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xiang Anjing staring at the wall behind the shopkeeper of the teahouse, so he reached out to touch him. Ask: "Zhu Zhuo, what are you looking at?"

Xiang Anjing pointed and asked Xiao Er: "Dare to ask Brother Xiao Er, who made that painting over there?"

"Oh, my young master, you really have a vision. That painting was made by Mr. Li Zhongxiang. Mr. Xiang was a frequent visitor to our place back then. It's a pity that there are not many calligraphy treasures left. Only the painting was done on the spot. I made it impromptu, and was immediately put away by the shopkeeper like a treasure. As Mr. Xiang's reputation grows, this painting has become the treasure of our teahouse."

Xiang Anwei rolled his eyes, and immediately moved to Xiang Anjing's side, and whispered: "Zhuzhuo, if you like painting, I'll take you to a place."

"where?"

Xiang Anwei chuckled: "Master Nan Daozi."

Xiang Anjing's eyes lit up.

So, the four of them separated.Xiang Anjiu and Xiang Anjue participated in the cultural meeting in the teahouse, and Xiang Anwei took Xiang Anjing out of the teahouse, heading all the way to the north of Midtown.

"According to my father, the second uncle's paintings were fortunate to be seen by Master Nan Daozi at that time, and he praised him. It's a pity that the second uncle's ambition is not here, and Master Nan Daozi is quite sorry. Hey, Zhuo Zhuo, you like calligraphy and painting so much, how can you Why don't you plan to take the imperial examination in the future?"

Xiang Anwei himself doesn't like studying and career, so if he doesn't like falling out with Xiang Li, he has to go to the military camp to practice.This question is just pure curiosity.

Xiang Anjing shook her head: "No, the imperial examination is still required. It's always cheaper to go out with a reputation. However, I really like calligraphy and painting better, so let's wait and see."

I still don't know what father and father think about him not entering the official career. There is no complete plan, and he doesn't want to take risks.

The place where Nan Daozi lived was quite quiet, and there was some distance between the neighbors on the left and right, so it could be seen that he didn't like to be disturbed.

Facing Xiang Anjing's suspicious gaze, Xiang Anwei smiled again, and said, "Don't worry, there is a way to get in." Then, he leaned closer to Xiang Anjing, and quietly explained: "Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, their little girl My brother followed the servant to the street, but he didn't want to be watched by the gangsters, and was almost captured. Thanks to my sharp eyes and quick hands, I helped snatch him back. I owe this kindness, and I can bring you in anyway. "

Xiang Anjing thinks his second cousin is quite interesting.