Chapter 2 Schedule
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 2 Schedule
Goose feather-like snow fell all day long, and in the evening, the entire house was covered in silver and covered with ice and jade.
Fang Jun panicked in his heart. He went back to the study and moved a Hu stool to sit in front of the window. He pushed the window open a gap. The cold wind was blowing on his face and the snow powder was flying. Only then did he feel a little more comfortable.
In the corner of the courtyard, a few withered plum trees were dry and dry, and a tall cedar tree outside the wall was proudly welcoming the snow.
Touching the back of his head, there was still a large bag, which was caused by accidentally knocking on a stone when he fell off a horse a few days ago, causing his predecessor to be in a coma for several days, and his soul took the house back to the sun, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest.
Even the old memories are preserved.
The original Fang Jun's word left love, with words, so people in the world call him by his character, not by his first name.
Fang Xuanling is a literate person, and he plays with a pen, so the cultivation of future generations is mainly Confucianism, and he hopes to pass on poetry and books.
The eldest son's eldest son's succession is not bad. Although he lacks a little spiritual energy, he has a honest and hard-working personality.
But when it comes to Fang Yi's love, it's not like that at all.This guy is a little naive, has a stubborn temper, and seems to be missing a root in his mind, so it's not easy to use.
To put it bluntly, it's a little bit...
The master taught the Four Books and Five Classics, which I could barely understand, but most of them would be handed over to Duke Zhou after a good night's sleep...
However, he failed to study literature, but he had some talent in martial arts.
Perhaps he was born with a good physique, and his wife's love was incomparable. Even a sturdy man couldn't compare to him. All day long, he followed a group of descendants of his sons and daughters, playing knives and sticks, and hunting on horseback. A bad boy with a bad reputation.
Fang Xuanling's liver hurts so much...
Fang Jun sighed helplessly, thinking that he would have to marry that great witch, Princess Gao Yang, in three or two years.I'm only fifteen this year, the sun at eight o'clock and the flowers of the motherland are doomed to wither ahead of time?
I can't live anymore...
The rustling footsteps came from behind.
The little girl Qiao'er held a teapot, filled the cup on the table with a cup of tea, and handed it to Fang Jun.
"It's very cold. I boiled tea and let it dry for a while. The temperature is just right. Young master drink a cup to warm up."
Twelve or thirteen-year-old little loli blinked his big black eyes and looked at his young master with worry.
"Well."
Fang Jun was also a little thirsty, so he took the tea cup and drank half of it without looking at it.
Then--
"puff!"
It sprayed out violently.
"what!"
The little girl Qiao'er was taken aback and jumped away like a rabbit with a shriek, her trousers still wet.
Fang Jun stared: "What is this?"
Looking at the half cup of tea in my hand, the tea is cloudy, smash it, smash it, it has the spiciness of ginger, the saltiness of salt, and even the greasy taste of suet...
Only then I remembered, as if I read in some book that fried tea appeared in the Ming Dynasty, and the tea was pure and sweet, but in the Tang Dynasty, the tea was finely crushed and then mixed with onion, ginger, salt and even juice. Cooking in a pot...
Is this also called tea?
It might be more appropriate to say soup.
For Fang Jun, who loves tea, the unbearable level is only the second after marrying Princess Gaoyang.
Where did the little girl Qiaoer know about this?Seeing the young master squirting out all the tea, he took it for granted that he was not good at making tea, and that he was disliked by the young master. The grievances made his eyes turn red, and he accidentally burned his hands when he was just making tea...
But since the young master has disliked it, then he will have to be more attentive in the future, thinking carefully about whether to put more suet or less ground ginger when making tea next time...
Fang Jun was in a mess. He only felt that the whole world was against him, and he didn't pay attention to the grievances of the little maid, who wanted to cry.
If he knew what the little maid Qiao'er was thinking at the moment, he might not want to spit out a mouthful of old blood. For Fang Jun, who was used to drinking Longjing Maojian, the tea of the Tang Dynasty would be deadly...
Just at this moment, the housekeeper Fang Dahai came to report: "Master, the third son of Cheng and the second son of Du heard that the young master woke up and came to visit him. Now they are sitting in the flower hall. Do you think they are invited to come?"
"The third son of Cheng, the second son of Du?"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, and after a moment's reflection, he realized who the two were.
Cheng Chubi, the third son of Cheng Yaojin, and Du He, the second son of Du Ruhui.
These two can be regarded as the dudes in Chang'an city. Except for bullying men and women, they really don't dare to do anything else. They have never done anything to eat, drink and prostitutes | goods.
Fang Jun was in a bad mood. He didn't have the patience to see these two friends, so he wanted to tell Fang Dahai to send them away.
Suddenly, a light flashed in my heart.
Famous fox friends on the street?
Got it!
Fang Jun was overjoyed and instructed the little maid Qiao'er: "Qiao'er, change this young master!"
Can't let His Majesty the Emperor take back his life?
Humph, the mountain man has his own plan!
********
Before you arrive, the clouds are like lead, and every household in the city is already brightly lit.
The streets were full of snow, and although yamen from Chang'an and Wannian counties braved the snow to clean it, the snow was so heavy that the front had not been cleared, and the back was an inch thick.
As soon as I came out, there were very few people on the street, until near Pingkangfang, there was a lot of traffic and horses.
Pingkangfang is a square in Chang'an City, adjacent to Dongshi in the east, adjacent to Chongrenfang across Chunming Avenue in the north, and adjacent to Xuanyangfang in the south.Since the official office of Shangshu Province was located in the east of the imperial city, the nearby Zhufang became a gathering place for officials from other provinces stationed in Beijing and people from all over Beijing.
It was not enough to boast in the past,
There is no limit to debauchery now.
The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof,
See all the Chang'an flowers in one day.
This well-known poem was written by a man named Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty after he was admitted to the jinshi examination.This dude is from Zhenya. After becoming a jinshi, the first thing to do is to ride a fast horse to enjoy the flowers.
If he naively thought that this old man was rewarding peony flowers or morning glory, he would probably roll his eyes.
Because most of the Tang Dynasty went to Pingkangfang as the first thing after passing the jinshi examination.what to do?Go to a brothel to find beautiful girls, which shows the openness of Tang Yichao's style.
Although this fashion was in the period of Zhenguan, the Tang Dynasty was established, the examination of the Jinshi subject in the former Sui Dynasty had stopped, and the imperial examination system, which lasted for thousands of years, would not be customized until the time of Emperor Gaozong, but Pingkangfang has long been a place where literati and writers who are pursuing fashion have flocked.
It can be said that this Pingkangfang is a red light district specially opened by Chang'an City.
horse riding reclining bridge,
Full of red sleeves tricks.
Which man wouldn't be eroded by such a gentle township, willing to get drunk and not to wake up?
(End of this chapter)
Goose feather-like snow fell all day long, and in the evening, the entire house was covered in silver and covered with ice and jade.
Fang Jun panicked in his heart. He went back to the study and moved a Hu stool to sit in front of the window. He pushed the window open a gap. The cold wind was blowing on his face and the snow powder was flying. Only then did he feel a little more comfortable.
In the corner of the courtyard, a few withered plum trees were dry and dry, and a tall cedar tree outside the wall was proudly welcoming the snow.
Touching the back of his head, there was still a large bag, which was caused by accidentally knocking on a stone when he fell off a horse a few days ago, causing his predecessor to be in a coma for several days, and his soul took the house back to the sun, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest.
Even the old memories are preserved.
The original Fang Jun's word left love, with words, so people in the world call him by his character, not by his first name.
Fang Xuanling is a literate person, and he plays with a pen, so the cultivation of future generations is mainly Confucianism, and he hopes to pass on poetry and books.
The eldest son's eldest son's succession is not bad. Although he lacks a little spiritual energy, he has a honest and hard-working personality.
But when it comes to Fang Yi's love, it's not like that at all.This guy is a little naive, has a stubborn temper, and seems to be missing a root in his mind, so it's not easy to use.
To put it bluntly, it's a little bit...
The master taught the Four Books and Five Classics, which I could barely understand, but most of them would be handed over to Duke Zhou after a good night's sleep...
However, he failed to study literature, but he had some talent in martial arts.
Perhaps he was born with a good physique, and his wife's love was incomparable. Even a sturdy man couldn't compare to him. All day long, he followed a group of descendants of his sons and daughters, playing knives and sticks, and hunting on horseback. A bad boy with a bad reputation.
Fang Xuanling's liver hurts so much...
Fang Jun sighed helplessly, thinking that he would have to marry that great witch, Princess Gao Yang, in three or two years.I'm only fifteen this year, the sun at eight o'clock and the flowers of the motherland are doomed to wither ahead of time?
I can't live anymore...
The rustling footsteps came from behind.
The little girl Qiao'er held a teapot, filled the cup on the table with a cup of tea, and handed it to Fang Jun.
"It's very cold. I boiled tea and let it dry for a while. The temperature is just right. Young master drink a cup to warm up."
Twelve or thirteen-year-old little loli blinked his big black eyes and looked at his young master with worry.
"Well."
Fang Jun was also a little thirsty, so he took the tea cup and drank half of it without looking at it.
Then--
"puff!"
It sprayed out violently.
"what!"
The little girl Qiao'er was taken aback and jumped away like a rabbit with a shriek, her trousers still wet.
Fang Jun stared: "What is this?"
Looking at the half cup of tea in my hand, the tea is cloudy, smash it, smash it, it has the spiciness of ginger, the saltiness of salt, and even the greasy taste of suet...
Only then I remembered, as if I read in some book that fried tea appeared in the Ming Dynasty, and the tea was pure and sweet, but in the Tang Dynasty, the tea was finely crushed and then mixed with onion, ginger, salt and even juice. Cooking in a pot...
Is this also called tea?
It might be more appropriate to say soup.
For Fang Jun, who loves tea, the unbearable level is only the second after marrying Princess Gaoyang.
Where did the little girl Qiaoer know about this?Seeing the young master squirting out all the tea, he took it for granted that he was not good at making tea, and that he was disliked by the young master. The grievances made his eyes turn red, and he accidentally burned his hands when he was just making tea...
But since the young master has disliked it, then he will have to be more attentive in the future, thinking carefully about whether to put more suet or less ground ginger when making tea next time...
Fang Jun was in a mess. He only felt that the whole world was against him, and he didn't pay attention to the grievances of the little maid, who wanted to cry.
If he knew what the little maid Qiao'er was thinking at the moment, he might not want to spit out a mouthful of old blood. For Fang Jun, who was used to drinking Longjing Maojian, the tea of the Tang Dynasty would be deadly...
Just at this moment, the housekeeper Fang Dahai came to report: "Master, the third son of Cheng and the second son of Du heard that the young master woke up and came to visit him. Now they are sitting in the flower hall. Do you think they are invited to come?"
"The third son of Cheng, the second son of Du?"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, and after a moment's reflection, he realized who the two were.
Cheng Chubi, the third son of Cheng Yaojin, and Du He, the second son of Du Ruhui.
These two can be regarded as the dudes in Chang'an city. Except for bullying men and women, they really don't dare to do anything else. They have never done anything to eat, drink and prostitutes | goods.
Fang Jun was in a bad mood. He didn't have the patience to see these two friends, so he wanted to tell Fang Dahai to send them away.
Suddenly, a light flashed in my heart.
Famous fox friends on the street?
Got it!
Fang Jun was overjoyed and instructed the little maid Qiao'er: "Qiao'er, change this young master!"
Can't let His Majesty the Emperor take back his life?
Humph, the mountain man has his own plan!
********
Before you arrive, the clouds are like lead, and every household in the city is already brightly lit.
The streets were full of snow, and although yamen from Chang'an and Wannian counties braved the snow to clean it, the snow was so heavy that the front had not been cleared, and the back was an inch thick.
As soon as I came out, there were very few people on the street, until near Pingkangfang, there was a lot of traffic and horses.
Pingkangfang is a square in Chang'an City, adjacent to Dongshi in the east, adjacent to Chongrenfang across Chunming Avenue in the north, and adjacent to Xuanyangfang in the south.Since the official office of Shangshu Province was located in the east of the imperial city, the nearby Zhufang became a gathering place for officials from other provinces stationed in Beijing and people from all over Beijing.
It was not enough to boast in the past,
There is no limit to debauchery now.
The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof,
See all the Chang'an flowers in one day.
This well-known poem was written by a man named Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty after he was admitted to the jinshi examination.This dude is from Zhenya. After becoming a jinshi, the first thing to do is to ride a fast horse to enjoy the flowers.
If he naively thought that this old man was rewarding peony flowers or morning glory, he would probably roll his eyes.
Because most of the Tang Dynasty went to Pingkangfang as the first thing after passing the jinshi examination.what to do?Go to a brothel to find beautiful girls, which shows the openness of Tang Yichao's style.
Although this fashion was in the period of Zhenguan, the Tang Dynasty was established, the examination of the Jinshi subject in the former Sui Dynasty had stopped, and the imperial examination system, which lasted for thousands of years, would not be customized until the time of Emperor Gaozong, but Pingkangfang has long been a place where literati and writers who are pursuing fashion have flocked.
It can be said that this Pingkangfang is a red light district specially opened by Chang'an City.
horse riding reclining bridge,
Full of red sleeves tricks.
Which man wouldn't be eroded by such a gentle township, willing to get drunk and not to wake up?
(End of this chapter)
