novelsmap Chapter 6 Rich and powerful?
Chapter 6 Rich and powerful?
【One】
Cui Song looked at the stains on the blue clothes, one was on the front, which seemed to be something greasy; the other was on the back, a sticky mess, it was his masterpiece.
The front and the back are somewhat symmetrical.
Cui Song withdrew his divergent thoughts, and at this time the victim had turned around and faced him directly: "Since the clothes are already unclean, it doesn't make any difference to Yu You whether there are one or two stains on them." Cui Song was not crowned, but the other party changed his name in time, but he did not ignore him because of the age gap, "Since you have already apologized, you really don't need to worry about it."
These words are concise, thoughtful and thoughtful.And his eyes are serious, and the sincerity in it can be seen at a glance.
Coupled with Xuan Ranxiaju's appearance, Cui Song couldn't help feeling a little fond of her.
Also dressed in dignified clothes, there is a huge difference between this person and the arrogant Jian Shuo.
Cui Song then stopped talking about the scene.Seeing that the man in cyan clothes was calm and calm, but unconsciously swept the dirt on his clothes several times, he guessed that the other party must be a person who likes to be tidy, and the feeling of having two more stains on his clothes must be very uncomfortable.
So Cui Song said: "Xiongtai is inconvenient to move at the moment, why don't you let me do it for you and call a car to take Xiongtai back?"
There were no ready-made clothing stores in this era, and when people soiled their clothes, they either went home to change them, or went to relatives and friends' homes for emergency treatment.
He was not familiar with the man in blue clothes, and it would be presumptuous to invite him to his house to change clothes, so he could only call a carriage for him.
The man in blue clothes didn't make any sense of politeness with him, he tied up his sleeves and bowed generously: "Thank you."
However, Cui Song soon discovered that there was no such thing as "rental (horse) carts" in this era, and neither did ox carts.Fortunately, there was a market here, and the easternmost street had a horse market and a car market respectively, so he wandered all the way there and assembled a carriage out of his own pocket.
Cui Song pinched his rapidly shriveled saber, found a stable groom in the horse market who was said to be honest and reliable, and was willing to help the nobleman drive to earn some extra money, described the exact location and the appearance of the man in black clothes to him, and asked him to drive there.
When he was buying horses just now, he heard the news that the bazaar was going to be closed, and then he remembered that the ancient bazaar had limited business hours.
At this moment, the morning market is open, and the vendors will pack up their things and go home in a while, and then come out to set up stalls when the big market opens in the afternoon.
Cui Song, who originally planned to spend a day at the market leisurely: ...
He can't change the general social environment, so he can only resign himself to his fate and seize the time, and walk into a pharmacy when there is no one else.
"Let's take a look, pharmacist, what kind of medicine is on this veil."
What Cui Song handed over was the brocade handkerchief that was stained with the dark concoction last night.
The old man with white hair and beard dared not say a word, took the piece of silk, rubbed the hard stain with his hands, soaked the brocade handkerchief in water, scooped up a small spoon, put it under the wing of his nose and sniffed it.
Afterwards, the old man took a few herbs from the bamboo basket, soaked them in the water, and observed the changes in the color of the water.
"Other old men can't tell the difference, but they only know that there are jujube kernels and polygala in this prescription, both of which are medicines for warming and nourishing the heart. I think this medicine should be used to calm the mind and calm the nerves, and warm and nourish the five internal organs."
"Is it dangerous to take it for a long time?"
"None. Only stop the medicine once a month, but not overdose."
Cui Song asked the pharmacist to take his pulse again, and came to the conclusion that he was "strong and strong".Only then did I feel completely at ease, leaving the consultation fee and leaving.
He opened the curtain of the pharmacy, just as the morning market was over, all the vendors closed their stalls and went home, Cui Song walked all the way back along the street.When passing by the restaurant, a servant who looked like a servant saw him and bowed his hands.
"Is it the son who gave my master a good car and BMW?"
Cui Song was a little surprised, after careful questioning, he found out that the master of this person was the man in blue clothes.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the attendant turned to the topic, thanked him first, and then took out a piece of beautifully carved warm jade, indicating that it was a gift from its master.
Cui Song was a little confused.He and the man in blue clothes just met by chance, and his clothes were soiled, so why did he give him a piece of precious jade.
Seeing that he didn't pick up for a long time, there seemed to be a refusal in his eyebrows and eyes, the attendant explained the whole story, and then Cui Song knew what was going on.
It turns out that at this time, horses and carriages were precious things. Although they were not as precious as in the early Han Dynasty, they were not affordable by ordinary people.
The man in cyan clothes thought that Cui Song's carriage was nearby, so he proposed to take him in a carriage... But he didn't expect Cui Song to order a new car for him without saying a word.
It’s like, in modern times, a man who accidentally soils another stranger’s shoe ends up buying him a Ferrari as a gift.
How tyrannical and rude!
Because he had no understanding of the value of gold and silver in this era, Cui Song, who was "possessed by local tyrants" and "rich and powerful", almost fell down covering his chest when he learned the truth.
He could imagine the bewildered expression on the man's face when he saw the shiny new carriage that smelled of lacquer.
Because he was wearing the same expression at the moment.
No wonder people wanted to give him precious jade pendants.The other party neither knew him nor had any friendship with him, so when he received an expensive car, he naturally had to find a way to return it.
The behavior of returning the car directly is too blunt, and giving money seems vulgar and fussy, so I can only return it with courtesy and present it with the same precious jade.
After figuring this out, Cui Song took the jade pendant.
Predicting that he might have put the label "people are stupid and rich" on the other party, he asked cautiously: "I don't know who is your master's name?"
He refused to hear any familiar names.
The attendant hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know whether to reveal the master's name to him because he had never been ordered.
Then he said tactfully: "The head of the family, Huang Menlang [1], is from Yingyin, Yingchuan."
Cui Song, who had no idea that Huang Menlang was an official: ...? ? ?
Huang Meng (Mongolia?) Lang?
The man's clothes and speech must have come from a noble family, and it is impossible for the nobles of this period to give their descendants two-character names. This Menglang (Meng Lang?) is probably a code name, or the name of that person. .
#I don’t know why, these two words are inexplicably poked in the laughing point#.
In short, Cui Song has no impression of the name Huang Menglang, nor does he remember that there is a person surnamed Huang among the famous scholars in Yingchuan of the Three Kingdoms.
This somewhat relieved him.Although I accidentally committed a crime, it is an irrelevant person who will never meet again in the future. Let this black history go with the wind.
Cui Song bid farewell to his attendants in a relaxed mood, and when he returned home, at noon, he called Qiao Ji and asked her to prepare some food for him.
Although people in ancient times probably only ate two meals, the upper class has always been privileged.Not to mention the emperor's four meals a day, a clan like the Cui family who clearly dare not violate the rules to enjoy the treatment of the emperor, so it is no problem to make some snacks in private and start a small stove.
Qiao Ji brought a plate of roasted meat and a plate of mustard cakes, and placed them lightly in front of the table.
"Young master, would you like some tea?"
drink tea?Drinking tea with meals is not good for the stomach.
Cui Song was about to shake his head, but seeing the oily shine and scorched skin on the roasted meat, he felt that he should make a cup of tea and drink it half an hour after the meal.
He asked Qiao Ji to prepare the tea set first.
Qiao Ji promised in a low voice, and with the help of the kitchen helper, she brought a... small tripod?
But Qiao Ji opened the lower grid of the tripod, added some firewood into it, lit it, closed the grid, and poured water into the tripod.
After a while, the water boiled, and she threw orange peel, green onion, ginger, etc. into it in turn.
Every time one was thrown in, the corners of Cui Song's eyes twitched uncontrollably.
When the maid poured the salt in, Cui Song finally couldn't help but said: "Forget it, don't boil this tea for now. You go and get a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine."
Cui Song just remembered that his archaeological grandfather once said that the earliest tea in China was boiled, that is, crushed tea cakes, added green onions, ginger, mint, dates, salt, etc. The tea foam is made into rice paste...
#What a terrible dark cuisine#.
Although he understands that wasting food is a shameful thing, Cui Song really can't convince himself to drink that salty, sweet and spicy tea.
He was just about to ask the maid to pour out the dark dishes, but at this moment Cui Yan came through the corridor and entered the hall, seeing Xiao Ding who was making tea, his eyes lit up.
"Uncle is very interested. Yan was just about to make a cup of tea, but uncle has already prepared it here."
Cui Song: ...it's yours.
Cui Song sipped the fine wine, and couldn't look directly at Cui Yan who was eating tea like canned food.
After finishing their lunch (tea), Cui Song was feeling full and sleepy, while the cheap nephew was feeling full and thinking of sentiment.
Under Cui Yan's signal, his maid brought a musical instrument that looked like a qin but had 25 strings.
— se.
Cui Song raised the eight-level alarm in his mind.
"A gentleman is close to the harp [2]," Cui Yan sighed contentedly, and extended an invitation to him, "If there is nothing left and right, how about uncle and Yan playing a song together, which is also worthy of the spring scenery in the garden?"
Cui Song: ...
again? !
Cui Jigui, Cui Jigui, do you know what "Qin Se He Ming" means?
【two】
However, this is not the Yuan Dynasty, and "Qin Se He Ming" is not synonymous with the relationship between husband and wife, and Cui Yan will not know this.
All he knows is that playing the zither and the zither, the melody is in perfect harmony—how happy it is to be able to play a song with his uncle who is superb at playing the qin!
If Cui Song knew what he was thinking, he would definitely spit out the nectar poured into his mouth.
To be reasonable, he really wanted to refuse Shang Cui Yan's invitation.
But he couldn't find a reason to refuse.
I just got confused about playing the piano yesterday, if I rashly refuse today, will my cheap nephew be suspicious?After all, the original owner is a person who loves the piano. If he doesn't play for a day, he will feel uncomfortable all over his body. If he suddenly refuses to play the piano, it doesn't look right...
Cui Song was still hesitating, but the maid took his silence as tacit consent, and moved Yaoqin carelessly.
Cui Song: ...Fuck!
Young master Cui Song, who is good at four and three, finally couldn't hold back the sound of roughness from the bottom of his heart.
He kept emphasizing "calmness" to himself, let the maid clean his hands, burned incense, and finished a series of rituals before putting the piano on the table in front of him.
Cui Yan has already brewed his emotions, and put his hands on the strings.
Cui Song stared at the gorgeous xylophone silently with dead fish eyes.
Cui Yan began to fiddle with the prelude, but Cui Song remained motionless.
Cui Yan's Se Yin entered the topic, but Cui Song remained motionless.
Cui Yan felt strange, looked up at the opposite side, but saw Cui Song lazily raised his eyes, and smiled at himself.
In this way, no matter how confused Cui Yan was, he couldn't ask directly. He just played the zither step by step and saluted with sleeves.
"uncle……"
"What sound did you hear when Ji Gui played the harp just now?" Cui Song calmly took the right to speak.
"This..." Cui Yan was dumbfounded by the question, and answered truthfully, "Yan only heard his own voice."
"What about other than that?"
"..." Cui Yan was slightly stunned. Seeing Cui Song's solemn expression, he began to think seriously, "Yan only focused on pointing to the string, but never paid attention to other sounds."
The two maids looked at each other, and couldn't help looking at the master in the hall.
The young man who has not reached the crown has long hair untied, and is dressed in a dark soap-colored dress with wide sleeves hanging down.
Through the white smoke curling up from the incense burner, the corners of the young man's lips curved comfortably and naturally.
"There is a song in Song's heart, which can be matched with the Se Yin just now, and Ji Gui will listen to it."
Cui Yan looked over with burning eyes.
Cui Songdao: "Please also ask Ji Gui to close his eyes."
Cui Yan obediently closed her eyes.
……
After a breath, there was no sound.
After a cup of tea, Cui Yan still didn't hear any piano sound.
He couldn't help opening his eyes, but he saw Cui Song sitting peacefully in his original position, with his hands hanging down, and he didn't even touch the piano table.
"uncle……"
You play fast! —— Cui Song caught such anxiety in Cui Yan's eyes, he calmly smiled at the other party, and Feng Qingyun said shallowly:
"The song is over, what did Ji Gui hear?"
Cui Yan: ...
If Cui Yan were a modern person, his current heartbeat would definitely be filled with "Are you fucking kidding me?"
It's a pity that he wasn't, so he couldn't describe the weird feeling of entanglement in his heart at all, and he lost his ability to speak for a while.
When Cui Yan finally realized and was about to question, Cui Song touched the inscribed official script on the belly of the piano and added a sentence in time.
"This song is called 'Ask the Heart'."
Ask your heart?
Thinking again about the previous conversation and the purpose of making him close his eyes but not play, Cui Yan seemed to understand something.
"Uncle...do you want me to put aside all the noise and listen to my own heart?"
Cui Song smiled without saying a word.
Cui Yan closed his eyes again, with a solemn and serene expression.
Warm sun, chirping birds, gentle breeze, fragrance of flowers.
The sights and things that were neglected because of rushing through the flower corridor, come alive in my ears.
Cui Yan opened his eyes and sighed, "Yan understands."
During these days, the situation in the court became more and more chaotic, and even his heart was restless.
Now that I have calmed down, it seems that I have taken a sip of cold water, the glitz has faded away, and I am refreshed.
……
Cui Song knew that Cui Yan was thinking too much, but this was just what he wanted.
He has always firmly believed that the most effective deception is not to do everything possible to persuade the other party to accept his point of view, but to guide him invisibly.According to different purposes, start from different angles, and guide the other party to believe what they want to believe.
After all, people are always more willing to believe in their own ideas than others', and even have mysterious confidence in their own judgments.
Here, Cui Song would also like to thank John Cage for "4 minutes and 33 seconds" [3], and thank the word "asking the heart" engraved on the belly of the piano.Thanks to the inspiration brought by the two, he came up with this plan in a haste.
Although it was risky and full of loopholes, at least it got through.
In order not to let Cui Yan realize that he was just talking nonsense, Cui Song decisively changed the topic.
"Where do you want to go now?"
Cui Song means: What are you going to do now?
There is also a sentence at the back that can be answered at any time: If you have nothing to do, go quickly, brother can't stand it anymore.
However, Cui Yan understood another meaning.
"Uncle has insight into the world, and has already seen Yan's intention to leave." He cupped his hands to express his admiration, "Yan wants to go to Beihai and worship Zheng Gong as his teacher. I have been bothering my uncle these days, and I hope that my uncle will take care of his health after Yan leaves. "
Apparently, because the word "Jin" has multiple meanings in the old saying, Cui Yan interpreted his words as - "Where do you plan to go in the future".
Have to say it was a wonderful misunderstanding...
Cui Song reacted very quickly, and offered fine wine instead of wine, toasting each other from a distance: "When will we leave?"
Happiness came too suddenly... He should have been happy that he no longer had to deal with his difficult "nephew", but when things came to an end, he was a little bit reluctant to part with this upright and straightforward "nephew".
"Wait for ten days." Cui Yan took the jade bucket handed over by the maid, and drank the Qionglu in the bucket. "Three days later, there will be the Luoyang Wenhui, where famous scholars and officials will gather. Uncle Yueyun Xiazi, amazing talent Feng Yi will definitely be able to shine at the meeting. Yan always stays to join in the fun, so as to live up to this thousand-year opportunity."
……
Take back the foreword.
Cui Song's face was light and calm, in fact, the back molars were all rounded.
Tell the truth.
Cui Jigui, you better leave quickly!
The author has something to say: Cui Song: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ If you mess up again, I will beat you!
Cui Yan: ...
annotation:
[1] Huang Menlang: Official title, a more widely recognized name is "Huangmen Shilang", who is a [scholar] and is the official of Shangshutai, who communicates official affairs between the emperor and Shangshutai and confidential. [Bold] is different from Xiaohuangmen and Huangmenling (the latter two are eunuchs).
[2] From "Zuo Zhuan", the original text: "A gentleman's approach to the harp is based on etiquette, not heart."
[3] "4 minutes and 33 seconds": See Baidu (hello) for details. In short, there is a pianist who sat in a concert for more than 4 minutes, and then stood up: Thank you everyone, my performance was very successful.above.
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※small theater※:
Many years later, a certain lord asked the mastermind who Cui Song (Cui Zicong) was.
谋主“黄萌郎”：“子琮生（shen2）性（jing1）豁（cu1）达（zhuang4），慷（cai2）慨（da4）爽（qi4）朗（cu1）。天下名（tu3）士（hao2），不若如是。”
Protagonist: Good.
Cui Song: ...