Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Listening to the colorful words on the rain pavilion

Although the incident in Quzhou has subsided, the influence it caused will still last in the officialdom for a long time.

The two magistrates had accidents one after another.

One was beheaded all over the house, and the other was even more outrageous, being killed by the Demon Emperor.

The time interval is just over a month.

Who is Zhizhou?Second-rank high-ranking officials, one step ahead of the talent of Zaifu, one step back is also a prince. Such two big figures have lost their wings in Quzhou, and this Quzhou has become a taboo place in the officialdom.

So much so that when the next court selected the new Zhizhou, the court was uncharacteristically, no longer competing with all parties, and insisting that people from its own faction take over the position, but collectively remained silent.

His Majesty has been weighing for a long time, but still can't decide on the candidate to know the state.

In the end, it was nominated by the prime minister, and Song Du, the servant of the Ministry of officials, took over as the prefect.

When the news came out, the reactions of all parties were subtle.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a little happy. Song Du is also a member of his line, and Quzhou occupies a very important position in the Crown Prince's industrial chain. He is also relieved to have him guarding him.

Lu Tiancong was a little interested in watching the excitement, why?

This old fox sees more deeply than others. He always vaguely sees Lin Su's figure behind the incident of the two prefects—not to mention Qin Fangweng. Death, there is Lin Su behind, although no one can force this matter on Lin Su on the stage, but it does not prevent Lu Tiancong from trying to figure it out with the greatest malice.

If, just say if...

If you, Lin Su, killed the two prefects, now a special person will give you eye drops...

What is the particularity of Songdu?

First, he is a relative of the Lin family, and he is quite close.

Second, he is not of the same heart with the Lin family in essence. When he started to deal with the Lin family, he was three points worse than others. With Lin Su's intelligence, he already knew what kind of thing he was.

Thirdly, Song Du is still a very scheming and cunning person. It is not easy for anyone to plot against him.His usual purpose in dealing with things is that when he learns that others are dissatisfied with him, he will attack others first.

Using Song Du to deal with Lin Su is wonderful, what is so wonderful about it?Song Du has no obstacle to attack Lin Su, but there are obstacles for Lin Su to fight against Song Du. He will not be able to pass the test of the old lady of the Lin family. A big blow - this kid even fucked his uncle, that's a denial of six emotions, heartless and ungrateful...

Lin Su didn't know all of this.

After he played the big game of Quzhou, he took a vacation with peace of mind.

Basking in the warm autumn sun, commenting on the newly released osmanthus perfume, tasting the newly acquired Cui Ying, and occasionally flirting with the autumn water painting screen in the attic, the days are very happy.

In a blink of an eye, September has passed.

The autumn rain finally fell, and it seemed to make up for the drought of the whole summer in one fell swoop.

The weather is getting colder every day, and in mid-September, it is already comparable to late autumn.

All lines of the Lin family are in a thriving state, and the top-level replacement of porcelain has been basically completed, and the products have begun to flow out of Dacang to nine countries and thirteen states.

Once the Osmanthus fragrance was launched, it quickly conquered women all over the world with its fragrance and elegant style.

Haining Soap has gradually become one of the two peaks in the soap industry. It is evenly matched with the top jade muscle in Beijing. Even because this soap is from the authentic Lin family industry, it has a bit more celebrity effect than the top jade muscle.

As the weather turned cooler, coal sales began to boom, and businessmen from all over the world gathered in Haining to fight for quotas for this winter.

The Lin family is making money every day. For the Lin family today, it is basically indifferent. Isn't there a common saying?More money is just a number.

Hehe, Versailles, it exists in any era.

There are two things that give the Lin family the most sense of accomplishment. First, the Lin family is about to have a baby.Qu Xiu’s due date is early October, less than a month away, and Yulou is also pregnant. The old lady has to see her daughter-in-law every day, and she can’t close her mouth every day. The wife dragged her to pay respects to the ancestors. This child was of extraordinary significance to the Lin family. In the early days of the Lin family, the number of people dropped sharply, and they had always been doing subtraction. Now, they finally started to do addition.

What about the second?After the autumn rain, Yishui Beitan completely changed its appearance.

Yichuan Lake has been filled with water, and the autumn water of the lake has become a new landscape.

Lin Su has a lot of affection for the autumn water of this lake from scratch, and has gone boating on the lake three times, of course, each time with a different woman.

Sister Chen, Lvyi, and Cui Ying each went once to go boating on the lake with the husband, and the husband's hand teased them very dishonestly, which became their best memory.

On September [-]th, it rained again early in the morning.

In the continuous autumn rain, Sister Chen, Lvyi, and Cui Ying all changed into autumn clothes, listening to the rain in the pavilion, which was very interesting.

Lin Su woke up naturally after sleeping, and walked leisurely to the Pavilion of Listening to the Rain.

Listening to the Rain Pavilion is located by the Yangtze River. Its name was chosen by the green clothes. Lin Su wrote it in his own handwriting and wrote it on the gate tower in his own face. It has become a representative building of the Lin family. What does it represent?It represents the Lin family's transition from martial arts to literary.

The Lin family was originally a Marquis mansion, and it has been in charge for 200 years, so there is little culture in the garden.

But now, in 200 years, the gate has been transformed into the No. [-] scholar's mansion. Naturally, there should be a change. This pavilion, elegant and romantic, with the No. [-] scholar's autograph, has become a holy place for literature and Taoism.

Meeting guests in official circles and exchanging literature and Taoism are generally held in this pavilion.

Of course, so far, the Lin family doesn't have any official guests or literary friends, except for Yang Zhifu, Baoshan, Zeng Shigui, and the Lin family brothers...

As soon as Lin Su arrived, the green clothes bounced up and hugged Lin Su's arm: "Master, Lord..."

"What's wrong? I think something is wrong with your expression..."

This girl, if she is so close, she usually wants something...

The two girls in the booth all laughed.

Lvyi raised her face: "The two of them don't want to find a husband, so I have to tell you..."

"You're saying..."

Lu Yi said: "Sisters all feel that there is something missing in Yuting..."

"What?"

"Poetry! Mr. Ting Yuting, the two sides of the Tingyu Pavilion are empty. It doesn't look like a meeting place for Qingshi crazy demons."

Oh, those who want poetry!

Lin Su scratched his head: "Why are you so interested today?"

"No, it's mainly sister Cui Ying. She said that the husband writes poems for every woman, but he won't write for her. She said that the husband just plays with her and doesn't love her..."

Cui Ying jumped up directly: "I didn't say..."

"You don't have to argue, you know that the green clothes are causing trouble. Well, you are probably afraid that if I don't write poems for a long time, my hand will give birth. Okay, I will write a poem for Yinger, and there is a condition..."

Cui Ying was so happy: "Master, you said..."

"Kiss one!" Lin Su pointed to his own lips.

Cui Ying blushed...

"Hurry up!" Lvyi pulled Cui Ying over and pushed her into Lin Su's embrace.

After kissing deeply, Cui Ying ran to Sister Chen, and beat Sister Chen on the shoulder...

Sister Chen was so angry and funny, you kissed your husband-in-law, jumped over and hit me, the conscience of heaven and earth, I didn't say I don't want you to kiss...

"I kiss you too, hurry up and write a poem." Lv Yi began to urge...

"Ying'er, do you want poetry or lyrics? Turn over the board and order a dish!"

Cui Ying opened her mouth wide open, my husband, you are still as arrogant as ever...

"Ci! "Butterfly Love Flower"!" Cui Ying ordered.

"Okay, "Butterfly Loves Flowers"!" Lin Su picked up a pen and spread gold paper...

The eyes of the three women were all radiant, and the autumn water painting screen in the attic also looked away from the painting in front of him, staring at his pen tip, and her eyes also shot out light.

She understood the gist of Lvyi's reminder poem today.

How many peerless geniuses have fallen into a long-term downturn after reaching the high level, and Luyi is worried that he has also fallen into a bottleneck. After all, he has never written poetry during this period of time. Writing poetry requires stimulation to keep him in shape.

So, can he still paint colorfully?

pen down:

"The rivers and mountains in the present and the past have no fixed basis. In the sound of the horns, the grazing horses come and go frequently. Who can say anything about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees. There have always been countless grievances. Iron horses and golden arms, green mounds and dusk roads, how much love is deep, In the deep mountains, the sunset shines in the deep autumn rain.”

After the words are finished, colorful rays of light fill the air.

Ting Yuting was like a dream in the sunlight, and the eyes of the three women were full of confusion.

The rain outside the pavilion seems to have given a new meaning at this moment...

Under Gui Tang, an old man was holding a child about twelve or thirteen years old, watching the haze quietly...

"Father, is this the master you want me to worship?"

"That's right! Chun'er, the poems weep the heavens and the earth, and the pen writes colorful lights. He is the most remarkable number one scholar in the literary world of Da Cang!"

This old man is the magistrate Yang. After he got Lin Su Jinkou's promise, he sent someone back to his hometown and brought his son to Haining to worship under Lin Su's sect.

All the girls in the pavilion knew nothing about his arrival.

"Master!" Sister Chen said softly, "You think of the Eldest Young Master, right?"

The green clothes also gently snuggled into his arms: "Perhaps what my husband thinks of is the north, Dayu Country, where herding horses frequently go south, and the battle situation in Dragon City is in danger. It's really an iron horse, a golden weapon, and a green tomb at dusk road." She is the one who lost her country. People, she is most sensitive to the northern war situation, and has paid attention to a lot of information in this regard intentionally or unconsciously.

Cui Ying also held Xianggong's hand: "Xianggong, your rest period is almost over, right? Are you going to Beijing tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow afternoon, I will go to Beijing. The happy holiday is coming to an end, I can only be in the distant capital, thinking of my babies..." Lin Su smiled softly: "But don't worry, I will be here in the future I often make mistakes, and His Majesty may give me another long vacation soon."

The three girls burst out laughing at the same time. After laughing, they realized that this topic is actually not funny at all, but rather sad...

Lin Su looked at this, looked at that, and smiled lightly: "Why? You don't like this poem very much?"

"No! We like Xianggong's words no matter how we look at them, but thinking that Xianggong will go to Beijing alone, we won't be able to help, and I feel a little uncomfortable..." Cui Ying's tears almost rolled down.

"Who says I can't help?" Lin Su held up her face: "Walking in the rivers and lakes is like sailing thousands of miles. When I think of you at home, I know that I have a warm harbor. This is the sense of belonging in my heart."

The autumn water painting screen in the attic, a soft sigh...

Such beautiful words are really not poetry, they are better than poetry...

It's a pity that I didn't say this to her...

If he could get him to say a word to her, it would not be in vain for her to live in the Lin family for more than a year...

Green Yi raised her gaze slightly, and swept across the attic. Through the boundless rain and fog, she seemed to see the painting screen of autumn water...

"Sanggong, you still owe another person a poem, do you understand?"

"Ok?"

Lu Yi smiled sweetly: "Sister Huaping! Write her a song too... It just so happens that there is still a song missing on the two screen walls."

Qiu Shui Huaping's heart stopped beating for an instant. At this moment, she believed that there was telepathy between people. The green clothes seemed to understand her thoughts.

Lin Su raised his head, glanced at the attic, and smiled: "Girl Huaping, do you want it?"

These words shattered Qiushui Huaping's reservedness, and she appeared in the Tingyu Pavilion without a sound...

"How lucky is it to be able to write poems by the third son of Menglin? Why don't you?"

"Well, poetry or words? Order a dish!"

Although it is the cold autumn season, the whole body of the autumn water painting screen is hot, and the tip of the nose is almost sweating: "Since it is on both sides of the screen wall, the number of words is the same so it looks good. Let's use words! "Butterfly Love Flower"!"

Lin Su laughed and said, "You guys are dating Die Lianhua, okay! It's Die Lianhua!"

There are too many poems for Huaping. Huaping itself can be used as a poem. He really has a lot of choices. Since he chooses Die Lian Hua, then go...

"I remember meeting Huaping for the first time. I was startled by a good dream. Looking at the Hengtang Road, swallows flew back and forth, and the screen window had several spring twilights. When the embroidered curtains met that day, I lowered my eyes and pretended to walk. Chun Shan was ashamed and silent, and it was hard to express his deep meaning in front of others."

The completion of the word is another colorful glow.

Qiushui Huaping is crazy. I remember meeting Huaping for the first time. I looked back at Duanhengtang Road in amazement...Every word, every word, is so wonderful, deeply penetrating her heart...

Lvyi let out a sigh of relief. Although the song "Butterfly Love Flower. Modern and Ancient Rivers and Mountains" just now is exquisite, she also feels uneasy. That's why she asked Xianggong to write another song. This song "Butterfly Love "Flower. The first meeting of the painting screen" is full of affection, which is the state of mind he should have at the moment.

This kind of husband is the one she is familiar with.

Only when she goes on the road with such a state of mind can she feel at ease.

But her eyes swept away, I C!Something big is going to happen, the painting screen has changed its appearance, this is the rhythm of being harmed by him...

Did I accidentally create a sister again?

Waiting for An Ye to come back, it's really difficult to explain... She has only been away for a few months, and she has already added one. Looking at this posture, there may be another increase...

Outside the pavilion, a voice suddenly came: "Haha, two colorful Butterfly Love Flowers a day, with different styles, but they all interpret the ultimate beauty of literature and Taoism. Mr. Lin, one poem is really a master."

All the girls were startled at the same time, and stood up together: "Master Zhifu."

Lin Su stared strangely at the little boy led by Prefect Yang: "Master Yang, you...you are..."

"Third son, this is Yang Chun, the dog. You agreed that day! Chun'er, hurry up and pay respects to Master!"

Yang Chun directly knelt down on one knee: "Disciple pays homage to Master!"

tom tom tom!

The girls were both happy and surprised, and the husband finally started to accept disciples.

But the little guy turned around suddenly: "Disciple pays respects to Master!"

tom tom tom...

The faces of the girls changed suddenly, and they were all dumbfounded...

Ah... Miss Chen ran away.

Green slipped away.

Qiushui Huaping was still immersed in the wonderful artistic conception of remembering the first meeting with Huaping, and didn't react for a while, and was quickly kowtowed by this little guy several times, Qiushui Huaping's face turned red: "Ah, I'm not..."

Fly away.

(End of this chapter)