My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 16: Our role model (55 added for leader Ba Bao Z)

Autumn rain falls in patter on the mountains and fields, and the long-dried soil desperately sucks every drop of rain that falls.

On the official road, flags were flying, and iron hooves stamped on the smoke and dust drifting diagonally to the sky. The sturdy cavalry and armored infantry escorted a luxury carriage in the middle with vigilant looks as it slowly passed by.

The business travelers and pedestrians who passed by all gave way and bowed their heads.

Su Chen opened a corner of the curtain and looked out at the misty mist. In his ears was his father Su Congfang's warning voice, "When you get to the house, ask him to obey the rules." "Don't let your temper follow." "Scholar Fang is here. It is also quite famous in the DPRK." Wait.

"Did you hear clearly what my father just said?" The old man who was sitting in the middle glanced at his absent-minded son. Even if he heard Su Chen say 'hmm', the old man knew that he didn't listen at all.

Su Congfang sighed and changed the topic: "What are you going to do with your father when you come out with a spiritual tablet?"

"I was afraid of missing my ancestors, so I took one with me."

Su Chen put down the curtain and looked away. His tone was relaxed, but it made Su Congfang's eyes widen.

"I hope that in the future my mother-in-law and I will be dead for a hundred years, and your filial piety can be used for this, I will thank you very much. Tell me, who are the people you made up in your spiritual position?"

The old man dare not say that he knows everything from ancient times to the present, but he knows some of the names and posthumous titles of kings in previous dynasties in the past few hundred years. He has never heard of the posthumous titles and names on the spiritual thrones enshrined by his younger son.

Now the father and son were sitting in a carriage, and they couldn't help but want to ask a question during their chat.

"Well, it's all made up, Dad, don't take it seriously."

"Then do you know that by engraving these spiritual tablets, you have actually overstepped your bounds. If you were stabbed into the palace, the crime would be serious enough to be beheaded. So you know why dad chased you all over the courtyard and beat you. ?”

Su Chen's eyelids trembled. This was the first time Su Chen heard Su Congfang tell the whole story personally.

"This time...Dad swallowed the note, was it for me and the entire Su family?"

The old man nodded and patted the back of his son's hand: "Dad is a marquis, and he is also the head of the family. The adults of the family are not to show off their power and show off, but to protect the children under their knees and the continuation of the family. I hope you can I understand that I have worked hard for my father, and now I know why I didn’t let you track down the assassin, right? Sometimes it involves too much, and it affects the whole family."

Listening to Su Congfang's words, Su Chen actually felt something in his heart, but he laughed, put his hands on the back of his head and leaned against the car, joking and livening up the atmosphere: "It's better to do the opposite."

"Okay, I have the guts!" Su Congfang clapped her thighs and gave a thumbs up to her youngest son: "However, before you rebel, dad will kick you out of the family tree first."

The father and son looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

After chatting for a long time, the journey was still long. Su Congfang was feeling better but had not yet recovered. She slowly fell asleep in the bumpy carriage.

And Su Chen also closed his eyes and fell asleep, seeing that the merit bar in his mind was full, and there were even six thousand more. It was obtained by working hard for the drought in the past two or three months, plus Zhang Jiao and others The income from practicing medicine to save people and appease the people every day is much easier than it took him two years to raise [-] points.

However, Su Chen was not in a hurry to unlock the next emperor with his merits, but because before leaving, Han Xian Emperor Liu Xie gave him two tokens.

He touched the silver plate on his sleeve, with the word 'Dong' engraved in the middle, and the other side was golden, with many detailed patterns around it, and the word 'LV' was written on it.

No need to guess, he also knew it was Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu. Just thinking about it made his head hurt, let alone his temper. The cost was quite a lot. Compared with Zhang Jiao's buy one get two free, Dong Zhuo alone would cost [-]. points, and Lu Bu was even more exaggerated, directly reaching tens of thousands.

In other words, after recruiting the two of them together, his points dropped back to [-].

'Put it firmly in your hand first, and then use it to see what happens on the way. '

Su Chen was a little worried in his heart. This cheap old man only wanted to recover from his injuries. He brought so many people out. Is he being arrogant or fearless?

Are you really not afraid of those assassins trying to assassinate you again?
However, his worries were unnecessary. There were no twists and turns during the military escort along the way. From Ding'an City to the north along the official road for 120 miles, there was Rongzhou.

The Fang family has been established in Yunqi County, Rongzhou for more than 100 years. It has produced several champions and generals. It can be considered as a wealthy family in half of the family, and it is more than enough to match the third son of the Marquis family.

Entering the city, Yunqi County has not been affected much by this year's drought. People are still coming and going on the streets, which is much busier than Ding'an City. Most of the traders coming from the north and south will rest here, resell goods, or go directly north to Yan. From the capital city, you can either go northwest over the mountains and enter the grasslands and deserts, or you can go northeast and enter the snow-capped mountains and forests to buy fur goods from cold places.

Yunqi County is connected from east to west, from north to south. Although the Fang family, which has been established in the city for more than 100 years, has no military power, it has rich wealth and has industries in several states. Its disciples and former officials are also all over the states of Yan State, and their influence is not small. "As a father, I haven't been here for many years. It has changed a lot."

After spending two days in the city, Su Congfang looked at the bustling streets and alleys. Pedestrians passing by couldn't help but sigh. The vendors along the street shouted loudly, the merchants who unloaded their goods walked through the shops to choose rouge jewelry for their wives and daughters at home, and the women in the cloth shop held hinges. Cutting off silk satin and selling it to a fat man in a restaurant full of guests. The store clerk was so busy that his voice became hoarse as he announced the names of the dishes. The sellers walking around the streets were carrying their burdens, greedy for the candied haws on poles. The fat boy held the steward's hand and refused to leave.

In the fireworks of this city, the procession passed through the quiet streets and alleys, with blue brick roads and simple courtyard walls. The old trees stretched out their dense branches and leaves from behind the walls, forming rows of shade.

The door plaque inscribed with 'Fangfu' is hung on the lacquered red door. Two stone lions crouch on both sides, contrasting with the simple and quiet streets, giving it a noble and gentle look.

Thirteen handed him the door and went in. The concierge didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly came out and knelt on the ground.

After hearing the news, the stewards of the mansion and their servants and maids lined up in the front yard. Not long after, an old man with a gray beard, wearing a round-collared white cloud robe, and his son from the third room of the family came out quickly to greet him.

"Master Suhou, I haven't seen you for many years."

"That's a good guess. It's been eight years, right?" Su Congfang stepped forward and cupped her hands, and then introduced Su Chen to the old man, "This is the youngest son of the family. He will be eighteen in two days. I came here to ask Fang Xueshi to pick a calligraphy for him. .”

He blinked suggestively at the old man opposite, who chuckled softly, stroking his beard and looking at the young man next to Su Congfang. He was wearing a moiré robe, tall and straight, handsome, with a hint of heroism and majesty between his brows, more than those handsome young men. of masculinity.

"The third young master is really a talented person, haha!" Fang Wenye seemed very satisfied. He praised him a few times and invited the father and son into the house.

The house is warm and elegant inside and out. The waiting servants stand respectfully on both sides. From a distance, there are maids and maids peeking at Su Chen who is walking on the side. Her cheeks are pink and she snickers shyly. .

It was a pity that Su Chen had no time to see them. At this moment, he followed his father and Fang Wenye to the front hall and sat down, boredly listening to them reminiscing about the past.

Perhaps because he was bored seeing Su Chen sitting there in silence, Fang Wenye smiled and said: "Master Marquis, why don't you let your son walk around the house, so as not to hear boring words from us."

"Chen'er."

Su Congfang turned her head and waved to Su Chen: "Just walk around the house, but don't run around, and don't break into the family boudoir."

"Ah."

Here, Su Chen, who finally felt liberated, quickly stood up and bowed to his father and the Fang Scholar. He respectfully exited the front hall and walked around the courtyard. The servants in the mansion who came and went would be respectful when they saw him. say hello.

Su Chen naturally responded with a smile. Occasionally he would meet one or two maids. During the wedding ceremony, the women would peek at him secretly from time to time. When they passed by, they would look back with pink cheeks and mumble without knowing what to say.

Walking past the waterside pavilion, the sound of a piano suddenly came.

In the distance, in the pavilion of the waterside pavilion, a woman is sitting on the stone platform. She has black silk stockings and a white skirt. She plays strings lightly with her slender jade fingers. She has beautiful eyebrows and a pair of clear eyes.

However, the sound of the piano was intermittent and stumbling, which made Su Chen frown slightly.

'What kind of thing are you playing? It's better not to play. '

Thinking, turn around and leave here.

……

"Miss...he...he just walked away." A maid stuttered as she looked at the retreating figure.

The graceful figure stopped holding her jade fingers, her delicate body slowly rose up, her clear eyes blinked, and then... she suddenly raised the long harp and smashed it against the stone table, breaking it into two pieces.

"I finally listened to my mother and came out to play the piano. That guy...acted like this. I was so angry!!"

The woman stepped on the broken harp again, hitting the sole of her foot. The pain made her jump a few times on one foot, and then she rushed out of the pavilion angrily while holding up her skirt.

　Finally completed the additional updates, I will continue to update normally in the evening
　　
　
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