The original subject wants Gu Yuanbai to give the original attacker a marriage.
While helplessly amused, Gu Yuanbai sighed in his heart.
He would not bestow a marriage on his own initiative unless the Xue House took the initiative to invite him.
A marriage on paper is difficult for two people. This kind of casual behavior, Gu Yuanbai is not resistant to do.
Just after finishing Xue Yuan in the morning, Marquis Xue Du Yu had someone send Gu Yuanbai a letter and a palm-sized wooden sculpture in the afternoon.
The wood carving was a curved knife, the surface of which was sharpened smooth and flat, and engraved with not-so-fine patterns. Because of its small size, the blade was thick and incapable of hurting anyone, as if coaxing a toddler's toy.
Gu Yuanbai took the wooden knife in his hand and looked at it, and not seeing anything fishy, he threw this wooden knife aside and instead picked up the envelope that was placed aside.
The letter paper is white, and there is a faint smell of wine. Gu Yuanbai's nose is very sensitive, and as soon as he smelled the scent of wine, the image of Xue Yuan smiling, carrying a wine pot and throwing bottles from the second floor of the Scholarship House came to mind.
He grunted and laughed, and opened the letter paper to look at it, and there was only one sentence above it: my chess skill is much better than Chang Yuyin, and I have already set up the bureau and tea soup, and I am waiting for the saint to come.
The handwriting flew, and the entire sheet of paper was about to be too big to fit Xue Yuan's short line of words.
Sickness can be such a toss-up.
Gu Yuanbai showed the letter to both sides, and Tian Fusheng snorted with joy after reading it, "Lord Xue is so confident, I think his chess skills must really be one of the best."
Gu Yuanbai originally did not notice, at this time a thought, is not it? Xue Yuan boasted about himself, and most ancient gentlemen were subtle, so when you look at it, it's not like you're thick-skinned to the extreme.
Gu Yuanbai didn't resist hooking his lips.
The head guard worriedly said, "Your Holiness, Lord Xue is not feeling well and must be unable to walk around before inviting Your Holiness to visit the Xue Mansion."
"I know." Gu Yuanbai said.
His finger couldn't help but turn on the jade trigger, which had been replaced and was still warm to the touch. Gu Yuanbai glanced down at the glistening white and translucent jade, remembering the way Xue Yuan had fallen into the water, his eyelids fluttered, and he said, "Then let's go take a look."
Afternoon breeze, thick clouds, the sky is vaguely yellow.
The summer palace was very big, inside and outside of the spring mountains and mountains, the greenery brought coolness. The residences of the princes, ministers and officials were built not far away from the palace, and the birds and flowers were constantly fragrant, and the birds and insects chirped incessantly.
Chu Wei followed beside the saint in silence, he looked preoccupied, and the eyes that occasionally raised to look at the saint's back were even more as if he had lost his mind.
Although the appearance of handsome, so the appearance also doubly let people cherish. But if the person who made him "lose heart" is the saint, this handsome beauty also makes people not appreciate it.
The head of the guards suddenly said toward Chu Wei, "Lord Chu, there are some wrongdoings that you had better learn from."
Chu Wei returned to his senses, "What does Lord Zhang mean by this?"
The chief of guards said stiffly, "I and Lord Chu are both subjects of the saint, the saint is the king, and we are the subjects."
"So?" Chu Wei's expression was faint, containing a few moments of doubt.
Seeing that he knew how to pretend he didn't, the head guard's face reddened, "Lord Chu only remembers that neither I nor Lord Xue will let anyone with malicious intent get one step closer to His Holiness."
Chu Wei's brows instantly furrowed, and his eyes went cold, as cold as sharp ice.
Look at that.
Chu Wei looks clear and bright, bright moon, in fact, the heart of darkness, hiding a variety of treacherous dirty ideas. On the contrary, Xue Yuan, although bold and arrogant, but at least bright and open, the same as the table.
As soon as I told him, Chu Wei's face did not change?
The Squire's impression of such a man of letters was another point worse.
Chu Wei already understood what was going on, his face was difficult to watch, but the front suddenly rang a tender child's voice: "Nephew."
The Scholar's eyebrows jumped and he subconsciously looked up. Only then did he realize that at some point, they had actually walked to the door of the Chu Mansion, and at the door of the Chu Mansion, there was a small child wearing clean robes and behaving in a disciplined manner, who saw him, smiled haughtily, and exclaimed, "Zi Guan nephew!"
Chu Wei did not speak for a long time, the saint turned back and looked at him with a smile, doubly interesting, "This is the elder of the Scholar?"
The concierge of Chu's house had seen His Holiness, and at this time was so frightened that he stood aside not daring to move, and was busy reminding him in a low voice, "Uncle Young Master, this is His Holiness."
The little boy's eyes slowly widened, and then he hastily knelt down and gave Gu Yuanbai a five-body salute, "The little boy has seen Your Holiness."
"Get up," Gu Yuanbai, "can you get up?"
The little boy crawled up on his hands and knees, clasping his two hands together restrainedly, his eyes sweeping over Chu Wei several times, anxious for his nephew to teach him how to speak to the Holy Lord.
This child is about five or six years old, looks like a small adult. Gu Yuanbai walked over, lifted up his robe and sat on the steps in front of the Chu Mansion, and said to the child who froze in his tracks, "What's your name?"
Small child meat hand together in a piece, and rules bent, a board said: "small child name Chu discussion, home parents call small child for Chu small four."
"Speaker brother," Gu Yuanbai smiled, pointing specifically at Chu Wei, "you called him your nephew?"
"This is the boy's Ziguo nephew," Chu Xiaosi, "Ziguo nephew is great, won the first prize!"
Chu Wei's ear tips slightly invisible red, in the saint said a "really powerful", redness deepened, a moment of work, two ears have been clearly visible redness.
Gu Yuanbai smiled faintly, "Since you are the elder of Scholar Lang, if Scholar Lang makes a mistake, are you going to teach him a lesson?"
Chu Xiaosi nodded, his expression serious, "If Zi Guo nephew does something wrong, Xiao Tong will not favor him. The book says: if the son doesn't teach, the father's fault."
"That's right," Gu Yuanbai said bitterly, "today Scholarship Lang made a small mistake, causing me to be in an unpleasant mood, as an elder, you come and say what should be done."
Chu Xiaosi froze, he looked at the saint, then looked at Chu Wei, and finally put on his elder stance and lectured, "Zi Guo nephew, how could you do this?"
Chu Wei couldn't help but look towards the saint, who noticed his line of sight and winked at him with a smile. Chu Wei then knew that the saint was just teasing this fourth uncle of his, he couldn't help but spill out a smile and followed by hanging down his head.
Chu Xiaosi should rarely have the opportunity to use the elders' faction, after he finished teaching Chu Wei, his little face was already red with excitement, forcibly suppressing his excitement, he saluted and returned, "Your Holiness, the youngest child has finished teaching."
Gu Yuanbai mused, "Oh? Then does the scholar-apprentice know that he's wrong?"
Chu Wei helplessly picked his lips, "I know I'm wrong."
"Then for the sake of your fourth uncle, I'll spare you this time for now," Gu Yuanbai said with a smile, "Don't waste this heart of your little uncle."
Chu Xiaosi blushed even more.
Tian Fusheng held back his laughter so much that he brought a soft cushion and whispered, "Your Holiness, I'll put a cushion for you, the ground is too cold, it's not good for you."
Gu Yuanbai simply got up, "No more sitting, let's go."
Chu Wei was just about to continue to follow him, Gu Yuanbai glanced at him and said with a smile, "Since this place has arrived at Chu Qing's mansion, Chu Qing will take Discussion Brother back to the mansion, and there's no need to accompany me any longer."
Chu Wei did not say anything, his little fourth uncle ran over to hold his legs, Chu Wei bent down to hold the little child in his arms, looked at the saint, did not hold back: "The saint, look at the sky, should be after a while on the rain, the saint does not want to first in the minister's residence to rest his feet?"
Gu Yuanbai looked toward the sky, the yellowish humidity was thick, and the wind with coldness rolled the green trees and swayed more than just a little, it did look like there was rain.
Gu Yuanbai pondered, but before he could do so, he felt a coolness on his cheeks, and after reaching out to brush the side of his face, he brushed against a touch of water.
The dry ground has a little wet mark, and it's starting to rain.
Drop by drop, the rain fell on the board from slow to dense.
The board was flanked by pastries, tea, and a decanter of wine, which was left open, the aroma of the wine inside intertwined with the aroma of the tea on the side, which, at this point, was also soaked in by the rain drop by drop.
Beside the stone table, Xue Yuan, who was waiting here, was still sitting upright. He had a black coat draped over him. With his high hair tied up, he was as silent as a statue.
A drop of rain fell from his forehead before sliding down his lower jaw.
The boy in the corridor took the oil paper umbrella and hurriedly had to run towards the courtyard, Xue Yuan opened his mouth, he said, "Don't come over."
The boy's footsteps abruptly stopped, "Grand Duke, it's raining!"
"Your master is still less drenched in rain?" Xue Yuan took the wine jug in his hands, carried the spout around a few times, matched it with the rainwater, and raised his neck to take a few big gulps.
The boy hurriedly said, "Grand Duke, the doctor said that you mustn't drink alcohol or get wet."
"It's been drenched," Xue Yuan shook his jug, "and it's been drunk."
He stood up, and soft raindrops fell on his face. At this time in late summer, the rain all seemed to be much gentler, but even the gentler rain was still cold when it dripped on his body.
The face is used to deceiving people, but the heart is actually more ruthless than anyone else.
Xue walked farther under the porch.
Only then did the servants in the corridor breathe a sigh of relief, those who took the handkerchiefs took the handkerchiefs, those who took the ginger soup took the ginger soup, only Xue Yuan stood alone and did not move by the side of the corridor, looking at the rain screen gradually becoming dense from sparse.
He stood straight, with his outer robe draped over him, he took up a large area of ground all by himself, Xue Yuan's eyes were good, he only needed to squint a little to see the carefully prepared pastries on the stone table being broken up by the rain a little bit.
Xue Yuan took another sip of wine and asked sideways, "Where is everyone?"
He just finished asking, the rain curtain ran in a drenched person, "Grand Duke, small saw the saint in the alley head turned into the Chu House in the middle."
The summer palace is surrounded by these princes and ministers' mansions, which are all leaning against each other in twos and threes. Chu's house and Xue's house are very close to each other, one at the front and one at the end, only Xue Yuan just came to the summer palace, he received fifty big boards, and didn't show up in front of the house much.
As soon as these words were said, the slaves held their breath, fearing that Xue Yuan would lose his temper. But Xue Yuan smiled instead, "It's really coming."
Xue Yuan was in a much better mood, he pulled his lips into a smile and reached out his hand towards behind him, "Give me the umbrella."
The boy gave him the oil-paper umbrella, and Xue Yuan asked again, "Where's the bird?"
Another boy ran to bring the birdcage hanging under the porch, the birdcage inside is not a rare and precious bird, but a small sparrow with gray feathers.
Xue Yuan lifted the birdcage in front of him, looked at the small sparrow inside, and when he was interested, he asked with a light smile, "Do you think that when the jade trigger finger in the hand of the saint was taken, was it the saint's intention to let you take it away, or did you really snatch it away on your own?"
The bird naturally couldn't understand what he was saying, and the bird's head turned left and right and went back to pecking at the feathers on his body.
Xue Yuan grinned and leisurely walked out of the Xue Mansion with an umbrella carrying a birdcage.