one person is right

Chapter 2 Painting Style Changes

Chen Cuo's eyes swept back and forth between Aster and Chen Hai, the steward.

These two people, one is in charge of the maid, the other is in charge of the servants, all the big and small things in the house are sorted out by the two, and they have always been in good order.

Now that I have said this, some memory fragments come to my mind.

He suddenly realized that in the old lady's heart, sons were also divided into three, six, nine, and the second son, Chen Fangqing, seemed to be regarded as an accessory and tool of the eldest son!

"Your Majesty! Hurry up and start!"

Seeing that Chen Cuo was silent, Chen Hai urged again, and Aster also helped: "Yeah, don't waste time, please leave quickly."

Not only them, but in this room, both the maid and the servants stared at Chen Cuo, urging him to leave quickly.

Chen Cuo couldn't help shaking his head, but it's nothing to eat and drink for a month and go to see a guest. It's just a little instinct of this body, but there is resistance, and even a cold heart!

Chen Cuo was puzzled. With this thought, many memory fragments came one after another. It was actually the situation in the past when Chen Fangqing was coerced by his servants and coerced to do things. He was shocked and even more confused.

It stands to reason that Chen Fangqing is the head of a mansion, so why should he be persecuted by his servants?But soon, a general answer was given in the past memory, because behind these things, there is a figure looming...

"It seems that the name does not live up to the name, that Chen Fangqing is not very old, he is still a young man, he has no opinion, he is a new nobleman, and he has no official title. No matter how big or small the affairs of the house are, he must ask his mother for instructions. Come and go, servants are still the same. I still recognize Mother Chen as the master, and even the rewards and punishments come from the palace, so I follow Mother Chen's orders in everything! As for what the young master Chen Fangqing thinks, few people care about it. Mother Chen explained, so there is much urging!"

With that in mind, he stood up.

Chen Hai immediately turned around and ordered.

"Prepare the car!"

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Jiankang, the capital of the Southern Dynasties, was not laid out according to the north-south central axis during construction, but was built along the mountains and rivers.

The imperial city of Nanchen is located in the north of Jiankang City, surrounded by water on all sides, the famous Qinhuai in the south, Qingxi in the east, tidal ditch in the north, and Yundu in the west.On both sides of the Qingxi River and the tidal gully are the residences of the princes, nobles, ministers and officials.

Chen Cuo's Linru County Hou Mansion is also among them, located on the east bank of Qingxi River, near Donglimen, and near the edge of Jiankang City.He rode an ox cart, walked along the street, and repeatedly observed that most of the surrounding houses were low and low, and the city wall in the east was not made of bricks and stones, and most of them were built with rammed earth. Take it easy.

"This is still the capital of the Southern Dynasty. The city walls are not made of bricks and stones, and they are not more than ten feet high. It can't be the world of Gaowu." Chen Cuo tried his best to calm down his mood. Thinking about Zhou Youzi's theory of ghosts and ghosts.

But after thinking about it, I couldn't help but touch the situation just now.

"I used to think that Chen Fangqing was someone else. In the face of unfair treatment, I should take it calmly. It is easier said than done. After combining past memories, how to deal with it next, I have to think carefully. It is to take his class and continue to be angry. Or try to dominate..." Sitting in the car, Chen Cuo's thoughts were up and down.

Soon, the bullock cart drove into the alley and saw the Nankang Palace in the distance.

Chen Cuo learned from the memory fragments that the former King of Nankang, the father of Chen Fangqing, Chen Tanlang, was very popular with the great ancestor Chen Baxian. Chen Cuo had some doubts about this. After all, Chen Tanlang was finally sent to the north as a hostage, but at least on the bright side. , the two emperors are really interesting to the family of King Nankang——

It can be seen from the location of the Nankang Palace.

The palace is located on the west bank of Qingxi, the west is close to the imperial city, and the east can see Dongfu city - that is the prime minister's residence.

The surrounding area of ​​the palace is prosperous and tidy, which is much better than the mansion of Chen Cuonahou.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the slightest sense of belonging, he just felt depressed and had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the mansion, he was greeted by a sentence—

"Junhou, you are in trouble."

The person who spoke was the steward of the palace, who looked somewhat similar to Chen Hai. His name was Chen He, and he was the elder brother of Chen Hai. Both of them had children from the family.

"What do you mean?" Chen Cuo suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and the instinctive disgust of the body in the yard, "I didn't even bother to eat, so I came here in a hurry, you are a disaster?"

Chen Hedao: "Don't be angry, Junhou, we are also instructed to act, you must know..."

"Don't go around in circles, speak clearly." Chen Cuo waved his hand and asked simply.

Chen He was stunned for a moment, but his expression did not change, and he said, "Mr. Zhou has already arrived. Because the monarch has not yet arrived, the mistress has to accuse you, saying that you were ill and could not be greeted in time." He lowered his voice, "You know the temperament of the mistress. You are already angry, and you must be punished afterwards! If you are in the past, the old lady should be angry when she sees you."

Chen Cuo frowned and said, "That being the case, I'll go back to the mansion now, and I'll be punished later."

With a flick of his sleeves, he turned to leave.

"Jun Houxiu wants to be joking!" Chen He's expression changed on the spot, "Now go back and spread the word, others say you are not filial, no matter how ambitious you are, you will rarely recommend it."

It's really a coercion of words and righteous intimidation, which is not bad at all from the past memory!

Chen Cuo took a deep look at the other party and said, "You said it on the left, and you said it on the right. Why don't you teach me how to deal with it?" In the end, there was a bit of anger in his words.

Chen He was not polite, but said somewhat skillfully: "The mistress said that you are in a little ailment, so you have to wait for a while, please move to the backyard and wait for the old lady's call."

"Okay." Chen Cuo didn't say any more, but when he stepped into the house, he thought about it in his heart.

"In the past, Chen Fangqing was afraid that he was not less idle, even if he had a title, but in the eyes of others, a title has no power, and a young man has no opinion, so he is still ignored. !"

He had read some miscellaneous books before crossing the road, and he knew that the title sounds powerful, but he had no real power. Especially at home, he was also constrained by feudal etiquette. The servants held the righteousness and had someone to support them. Eyes, looking at it now, as long as someone supports it, you can really see it.

"I inherited Chen Fangqing's body and lived a new life, and I also have the heart to do filial piety on his behalf, but if I suppress my heart everywhere, I think I will be depressed sooner or later. It’s better to be intimidated by reasoning with them than to be virtuous, and to argue with them, and then let’s talk about the truth. Only good deeds can be remembered by others, otherwise they are good people, and everyone will come to take advantage of them.”

Together with these thoughts, Chen Cuo suddenly noticed that the residual instinctive thoughts left by this fleshly body seemed to react.

He was startled, and hurriedly meditated: "Don't worry, I got this body, I also inherited the past, I will fight for you, go in peace..." As soon as this thought fell, the residual thoughts diminished a lot, and Chen Cuo also relaxed. Tone, there is a little doubt about the reality of this world.

"It's a bit weird. Could it be that I came from here, not from the History Channel, but from the supernatural?"

With a heavy focus, Chen mistakenly went to the backyard garden, surrounded by many servants faintly surrounded him, seeing this scene, he couldn't help sighing.

"Why did the second brother sigh?"

At this time, a childish voice came.

Chen Cuo looked at the sound, and the target was a little girl in a ru skirt, about ten years old, holding a book, looking beautiful.

As soon as the memory fragment turned, he recognized that this was the third sister, Chen Jiao, and the daughter that Chen Tan had left before he went north for the pledge.

In memory, Chen Fangqing's relationship with this sister was quite harmonious. When he saw it, he had to say hello twice, but he didn't dare to talk too much, so as not to accidentally reveal his fault.He didn't know that, but Chen Jiao misunderstood her appearance.

"I know why you are so sad," Xiao Chen Jiao jumped up and down, handing over the book in her hand, "Read the book first, feel at ease."

"What is this?" Chen Cuo took a look and saw the words "Qingzhai Transcript" written on the cover.

"Qingzhai Transcripts by the talented Lu You! You don't know it, right? He lives in seclusion in Dongshan, cultivates Taoism, and often writes poems and experiences, which are sorted out by servants, and will soon spread throughout Jiankang!" Chen Stars almost appeared in Jiao's black and white eyes, "I heard that Lu Caizi is very handsome, not only is he educated in heaven and man, but also has supernatural abilities."

Looking at his sister's star-chasing appearance, Chen Cuo shook his head, and then flipped through the book. At a glance, most of them were poems, and there were also words about Xuan Xuan, but they didn't interest him.

Seeing this, Chen Jiao was a little dissatisfied, and said: "Second brother, you are worried about being blamed by your mother, so you are absent-minded, otherwise, if you look closely, you will know Lu Caizi's ability! His records are in the style of Jiankang City, and I don't know how many sons from aristocratic families. Follow the example, but there are only a handful of people who can be praised!" As he spoke, he proudly raised his chest, but his body was thin and imposing.

Chen Cuo nodded in agreement and asked casually, "Listen to what you mean, is this Lu You a Taoist priest?"

Seeing him asking, Chen Jiao immediately said, "Caizi Lu is valued by the Heavenly Master and accepted as a closed-door disciple, but, I know, what you really want to ask is the situation of the cultivator in the main hall, right?" Her eyes narrowed. Turn, "Well, this girl saves you once, you must remember to owe me a favor, and help me buy Dong Shouge's rouge a few times!"

Chen Cuo came to the spirit, thinking that he knew how to put on makeup at such a young age, and asked, "How can you help me?"

Chen Jiao giggled, took out a paper crane from her sleeve, held it in front of her with both hands, blew a sigh of relief, and called out, "Quick!"

Chen Cuo was about to ask, but his expression suddenly changed!
Seeing that the paper crane trembled lightly at the command, then vibrated the paper wings, jumped twice on Chen Jiao's hand, and finally flew up lightly, hovering above the two of them for a moment, making a "slag" sound, That sublime energy, like a living creature!

In the end, Zhi He paused for a moment at Chen Jiao's fingertips, while Chen Jiao whispered twice.

Chen Cuo stared at the paper crane, watched the paper crane leave Chen Jiao's finger, climbed suddenly like a bird, and finally flew into the courtyard wall and disappeared.

"It really isn't the History Channel?"

Instead, he felt relieved, as if a boulder had fallen to the ground.

Chen Cuo can be sure that Chen Jiao neither threw the paper crane nor used silk thread to shake it, she just held it in the palm of her hand, blew a breath, spit out a word, and the paper crane flew by herself, as if alive Same!
Ancient black technology?Mohist organization?

Or, fairy magic?
After reading this, he will ask in detail.

(End of this chapter)