Bamboo Raw Huaian

"This water-white dress is beautiful! It looks like a fairy."

"You can accept it! Thirteen is not going to a funeral."

"What about this indigo one?"

"It's okay, give it a try."

"Velvet yellow? No, this one is too cute hahaha."

I don't know where I got the news, but Anwen and the others gathered in House Thirteen early in the morning, chattering about choosing clothes for him, as excited as marrying a girl.

It was the first time that there were so many people in the room, and it was noisy.Shisanyi was in a trance for a moment, as if returning to the time when his parents were still there.

He was frivolous when he was a child, relying on his good mind and reading two more books, he caused trouble everywhere.Because his father was in a hurry, Tan Hualang, the most respectable and elegant scholar, took a broom and chased him all over the yard to beat him.

His mother felt sorry for her son, but unfortunately she couldn't catch up with the three-inch golden lotus, so she had to keep shouting to persuade him.

He was never reassuring.

"Eh?"

Anwen's eyes lit up, and he dragged Shisan out of his memory with a drawn out voice.

Pulling out a maroon round-neck gown from the pile of clothes, he shook it open, "This one looks good! Shisan, go and try it!"

Stared at by her eager eyes, Thirteen smiled helplessly, reached out to take the robe, and turned around behind the screen.

While changing clothes, he listened to what An Wen said outside, very proudly: "The one I picked is definitely suitable for Shisan! Just wait and see."

"Thirteen is warm and moist, how about jujube!"

"The red one suits the face best, and the white one like Thirteen suits it like a jade carving."

"Even so, it's not worthy of Thirteen's temper."

"What nonsense, if you don't believe me, wait for Shisan to come out—oh!"

Like being hit by clothes.

"Woo woo thirteen, come out quickly, I'm going to be bullied to death! Ten 33 ten..."

This room was crying for help exaggeratedly, and saw a red-clothed man slowly walking out from behind the screen.Immediately fell silent.

The maroon robe was engraved with silver threads, winding and complicated from bottom to top, making one wonder how flamboyant the owner of this dress is.

Looking up with such thoughts, I was surprised to see a gentle and quiet face.The phoenix eyes drooped slightly, concealing the emotions in the eyes, gentle and docile.

Extreme enthusiasm and tranquility gathered on the person in front of him at the same time, which was somewhat mysterious for no reason, making it unpredictable for a while.

If you want to refuse, you still welcome, if you want to say, you still give up.

This is probably what a descended immortal looks like.

A group of little girls stared dumbfounded. After a full cup of tea, Anwen slapped his thigh, "This is it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound outside the door. He turned his head and saw that Chu Yue was standing by the door. He had been looking at it for some time.

"Brother Chu." Shisan invited him in, "Why are you free today?"

Chu Yue handed him the scrolled bamboo slips, and said, "This is the list of officials, you can take a look at it when you have time, and you will know the number in your heart."

Thirteen took it and obediently agreed.

Chu Yue didn't stay any longer, and left after giving something.

"Tomorrow is the day, go to bed early."

……

Fresh clothes and angry horses are in their prime.

This is the first impression of the thirteen pairs of autumns.

At that time the prince was chatting with all the ministers in the big tent, he stood under the prince's hands, with nothing to do, when he looked up, he saw a bunch of officials and eunuchs passing by outside the tent.

□□A fierce horse with a long bow in its palm, the strong wind blows up the hem of the clothes, hunting and hunting.

That is the young talent standing at the top of the Great Wei.

Willful, magnanimous, and indomitable.

Thirteen watched quietly, his eyes gradually filled with unspeakable emotions.The gust of wind brought by the horse race skipped over his hair, rose and fell again.

Thirteen finally closed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc.

The early autumn wind was already chilling, he tightened the cloak around his body, and the smile began to be real.

This cloak was forced on him by that little girl Anwen before he left.

At that time, he had already stepped out of the gate of the palace, and the little girl hurriedly opened the door and stepped out.

He looked around first, but he didn't see the prince. Anwen was obviously relieved, and hurriedly shook off the ivory cloak in his hand, and while putting it on him, he said in a whisper, it's cold in autumn, and a shirt can't stand the wind He also said that this color matched the maroon shirt on him perfectly.

In the end, he straightened the cloak for him, and told him with a sullen face that he must never take it off, and that it should be wrapped tightly, because it is so cold outside.

Thirteen looked at the little girl's busy head, and felt that she was more nervous than himself, so he teased her: "It's all wrapped up tightly so you can't see the shirt inside. It took me a long time to choose."

Anwen paused, then gave up and muttered: "It's fine if you can't see it, it's because they don't have that blessing."

Thirteen felt helpless, rubbed the top of the little girl's hair, and finally put it on.

Thirteen was thinking about something in this room, the door was dark, and a group of people came in outside the tent.

The old man in the head wore a first-grade official robe, with gorgeous hair all over his head, and smiled three-thirds when he didn't speak, like Guanyin Bodhisattva on the lotus throne.But if you look closely, the smile doesn't reach your eyes.

After being stared at by such a face for a long time, like a prey stared at by a falcon, a trace of coldness emerges for no reason.

Based on the bamboo slips he wrote down the night before, Thirteen roughly recognized that this person belonged to the old clan.

Suddenly a person raised his eyes, and bumped into Shisan, the person squinted, his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

It was Zhou Fan.

The old man noticed something, followed Zhou Fan's gaze, and only glanced at Thirteen.Paused, nodded slightly, but greeted the prince.

The old man cupped his hands and said with a smile: "The old man's arrival is unlucky and disturbed everyone's interest."

All the ministers got up to return the salute, and one of them said: "What did Mr. Ge say. We are talking about famous people in the world with King Huai'an. Mr. Ge has read poetry and books and is highly respected. I hope I can give you some pointers."

Zhou Ge said: "The old man just lived longer, so there is no way to talk about it." That's what he said, but he sat down inside.

Now the court is divided into two factions, which have reached the point where fire and water are incompatible.But there are so many people in the autumn, so it's not good to make a scene too ugly.Therefore, whether it is a reformist or an old clan, there are still a few who come out to make peace with each other.

Someone said: "Mr. Ge, students think that celebrities are the pillars of the country. Zhou Shangshu devoted himself to death, so he can be a celebrity."

Zhou Shangshu is the eldest son of the elder Ge.

Another person said: "The fifteen sons of Hongnong Yang's family and the three sons of Hedong Liu's family are all people of high moral character, and they can also be celebrities."

The person who spoke before took the opportunity to say: "What do you think of these people?"

Elder Zhou Ge squinted his eyes half-closed, and said in a calm manner: "These three sons are certainly talented, but they can't be called celebrities."

He lowered his eyes, flipped the tea leaves in the cup, and said with a half-smile: "There are many capable people under King Huai'an, can anyone choose?"

He was polite on the surface, but in fact he pushed all the conflicts on the prince.

Zhou Shangshu's talent is obvious to all. The Hongnong Yang family and the Hedong Liu family are also Confucian masters. There are no more outstanding candidates than these three sons.

The prince said: "I have been leading soldiers all the year round, and I only know people who practice martial arts, so what are the famous people?" After pondering for a moment, it seemed that he was really just expressing his views and speaking freely.

After a while, he said again: "After years of seeing, there is only one person who has a little connection with celebrities."

"When I was young, I accompanied my father to the south of the Yangtze River, and met a scholar on the road. He said he was a Tanhualang in the Yuanhe period. He didn't want to be an official, so he lived in a corner and became a private school teacher.

"This gentleman has a son. His son is amazingly talented, and he has eloquently argued with many officials without losing the wind; and when he learned that it was a visit from a Beijing official, he could talk eloquently without being humble or overbearing.

"It's just that this son was still young at that time, so he couldn't be a celebrity."

Someone below heard the prince's high evaluation, and couldn't help thinking about making friends, and asked: "I don't know who is the name of this young master, and where does he live now?"

The prince said: "In a hurry, I didn't know my name, and I never saw you again."

The man sighed in disappointment.

Zhou Ge said in an old way: "The person the prince said is indeed smart, but he is young and frivolous. After all, the opinions of the seniors have been honed over the years, and they cannot be shaken by the words of children."

Elder Zhou Ge took a deep look at the prince, his squinted eyes flashed, and after only a moment, he returned to his benevolent look: "If this son's temperament can be tempered more, he will become a great weapon in time."

The prince smiled, as if he didn't hear the meaning behind his words, and stopped answering.

The rest of the people were busy trying to smooth things over, while talking about the prince's wisdom eyes, and at the same time talking about the old man's wonderful comments.

Just at this time, the music class below ended, and the diva came up to ask what else to play.Everyone hurriedly led the conversation to the tune, and the conversation was in full swing for a while.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice came in obliquely: "I heard that the prince has closed down a little song. It's very famous. I wonder if I can go down to help?"

Thirteen was suddenly tapped, and hearing Zhou Fan's voice, he frowned imperceptibly.

If the prince just bought him back as a plaything, then he would just play a song, and it is common for nobles to ask for a little singing to add to the fun.

But a few days ago, he had just thrown Zhou Fan out of the palace in front of the whole city, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the prince treated him differently, almost like a guest.

If he went down to add to the fun with his status as a guest of the palace, he would lose face of the prince.

Without waiting for others to speak, Zhou Ge always smiled and said: "Yes. I have heard that the prince has refined taste for a long time. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet him?"

This is determined to save the prince's face.

In the silence of the audience, the prince smiled lightly, as if he didn't care, he turned his head and said: "The pipa that Le Ban brought today is said to have been used by Po Su, do you want to try it?"

He was actually asking Thirteen.

Thirteen nodded obediently, took the pipa, and walked to the middle of the tent step by step.

He had already made up his mind, and he only thought that he was bought back by the prince for fun.No matter what Zhou's style of pie is today, it's just a little singing, and it can't be related to the prince.

When it comes to flattering tunes, Thirteen is very familiar with it.

Those years in the Nanfeng Pavilion were enough to shave off his arrogance and replace him with a charming and obedient skin.