Peerless Pirates

Chapter 349 Xiaolang arrives in Beijing

Wei Buzhou squinted his eyes, and the smile on his face seemed to be gone, which made Song Zheng feel a little scared. However, this guy is not ordinary thick-skinned, although he is not a mountain collapse. His face did not change, but he was still able to do something like "a thunderous chest but a flat lake". He immediately smiled and said, "A scholar can know the world's affairs without going out. Mr. Wolong worked hard in Nanyang back then, and he was still able to make three plans. Divide the world. Although I dare not compare with the ancients, it is not surprising to know a little about the world's major events. The old gentleman is young and virtuous, and his reputation is well-known all over the world. The people who can reach his ears are all well-known. The next one It’s natural that he’s a mere mountain boy, and it’s hard for him to get into Mr. Wang’s eyes.”

Wei Buzhou was stunned for a long time, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "My little brother hides his secrets, so he is a strange person. That's all, we, one old and one young, have the fate to talk here. It's a chance meeting. I'm too much I’m persistent. Come on, little brother, have a drink. (My dear friends, please forgive me! The latest chapter)."

The old man was also a free-spirited person, so he toasted with Song Zheng, drank and chatted freely and elegantly. Song Zheng naturally cooperated and drank and chatted with Wei Buzhou on the boat.

Liyang is not far from Jiangning and can be reached by boat in one day. However, Wei Buzhou was a good talker. Whenever he encountered a dock on the riverside, he would stop the boat and go out for some sightseeing. Song Zheng intended to use his identity as a cover, so he was not in a hurry. Accompanied Wei Buzhou to visit various places, and even went to the Wujiang River where the overlord committed suicide.

It wasn't until the second day of November that Wei Buzhou's ship arrived at a private dock in the north of Jiangning City. Song Zheng followed Wei Buzhou ashore together. At this time, Song Zheng had changed into a scholar's attire, wearing a plain Tsing Yi with his feet Wearing soap boots, a green scarf on his head, and a white silk belt around his waist, he walked with a graceful pace. He looked like a handsome young man. Wei Buzhou nodded repeatedly.

The wharf where Song Zheng and others landed was a small wharf built by Wei, Hou and several other prosperous people in Xuancheng. It was specially used for some business transactions. Since it was his own place, Wei Buzhou's housekeeper could easily find a car. Horse, call the master and Song Zheng to get on the car.

"Little brother, I wonder if you have a place to live in Jiangning City. Do you need my help?" Wei Buzhou asked with a smile.

"I would like to find a place to live near Jiangning Academy of Literature. I wonder if the old gentleman has any good ideas?"

"Jiangning Literary Academy?" Wei Buzhou laughed, "Although I no longer live there, I am very familiar with it. There is also a small courtyard there that has been uninhabited for many years. If you don't dislike it, little brother, I can Arrange for you to live there for a while."

"Then there is Mr. Lao." Song Zheng was naturally overjoyed. This guy has a lot of secrets, and it would definitely be inconvenient to live at home for a long time. Having such a house, being close to his parents, and being able to do his own thing, is It couldn't be better.

Wei Buzhou didn't take it seriously and gave an order. Song Zheng took a car with him and the steward drove to Jiangning City.

More than an hour later, we finally arrived at the Jiangning Academy of Fine Arts in Yuhua Tainan (Beauty Collection: The latest chapter of The Best Housekeeper in the City). Outside a garden, Wei Buzhou and Song Zheng got out of the car.

Standing at the entrance of a garden, Wei Buzhou looked a little lonely. Song Zheng knew what he was thinking, and this place must have been Wei Buzhou's residence when he was the chief teacher of the Academy of Arts. Returning to his old place, Wei Buzhou was naturally a little emotional. .

The butler tied up the horse and reminded, "Master, let's go in!"

Wei Buzhou suddenly came to his senses and smiled awkwardly, "Little brother, let's go."

The housekeeper opened the door to the courtyard and the three of them entered the courtyard. The architecture in the south of the Yangtze River is naturally different from that in the Central Plains. There are many flowers, plants and trees, and the winding paths lead to secluded areas, which makes it look particularly exquisite. The garden is indeed not big, about half an acre, with only one north side.

The house is for people to live in. There are two sheds in the southeast corner, which must be a place for raising horses. It can also be seen that Wei Buzhou is not a person who is greedy for enjoyment, but he pays attention to some styles of life.

At this time, the path in the garden was full of fallen leaves, and there were some yellow weeds along the path. It must be that the servants who came to clean were lazy and not so diligent. Fortunately, the north house was relatively clean, and there was not much dust. I would like to clean it a little.

, then people can live there.

Song Zheng liked this place very much. After checking it out, he immediately handed over his hand and said, "Old sir, I wonder if this place is for sale?" Song Zheng originally wanted to pay some rent, but he was afraid that Wei would not respond, so he simply decided

He wants to buy this place, so that if anything happens in the future, Wei Buzhou will not be found. Song Zheng still has a good impression of Wei Buzhou.

Wei Buzhou began to ponder, but the housekeeper frowned and said, "This is my old place. I come here to stay for a few days every year. How can I sell it to you?"

Song Zheng smiled and said, "I like this place very much, so I ask the old gentleman to part with me." His eyes were burning as he looked at Wei Buzhou.

Wei Buzhou smiled hoarsely, "What's wrong with just a house? It doesn't matter if I give it to my little brother. However, I hope that my little brother will agree to let me stay here for a few days every year when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."

Song Zheng was a little moved in his heart (Latest Chapter of Ancient Learning Promotes Power). Wei Buzhou was obviously reluctant to leave this place, but now he gave it up, which showed his sincerity. Immediately, Song Zheng handed over his hand and said, "I will never accept it as a gift.

Just ask the old gentleman to make an offer, and I will never make a counter-offer."

The housekeeper snorted softly, "Young master, you have such a strong tone. Do you think our master is short of money?"

Song Zheng said hurriedly, "Young man is scared. I have absolutely no intention of doing this. I just want to steal someone's love and I feel guilty."

Wei Buzhou waved his hand, "In this case, there is no point in being polite anymore, just pay the original price when I bought this house!"

The housekeeper was surprised and said, "Master, when the man gave you the house, he bought it half and gave it away. We only paid one hundred taels of silver."

"I have made up my mind!" Wei Buzhou said calmly.

The housekeeper hurriedly bowed down, not daring to speak any more.

Wei Buzhou said again, "Steward, please tidy up this place first. I will take my little brother to visit this garden. Although it is not big here, it has several wonderful features." After that, Wei Buzhou and Song Zheng walked out of the house.

, follow the path and walk towards the bamboo forest and yard on the side.

There are several clumps of thin green bamboos planted on one side, and a lotus pond on the other side. The whole garden is very beautiful. In the middle of the bamboo forest, a small pavilion, a stone table, and two stone benches were built.

On the table, nineteen lines have been carved vertically and horizontally for talking by hand.

"Although there are not many bamboos here, you can still hear the rustling of bamboo leaves when the breeze blows. Close your eyes and listen carefully. It feels a bit like being in a sea of ​​bamboo." Wei Buzhou sat down on the stone bench and closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes as if he was reminiscing about something.

"It's better to eat without meat than live without bamboo. The old man is quite familiar with the three flavors." Song Zheng smiled and sat on another stone bench.

"No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar." Wei Buzhou added a few sentences and said with a smile, "My little brother is also an elegant person."

Song Zheng waved his hand and said, "I have heard another poem about bamboo. I will recite it to the old man today and hope that the old man will comment on it (read the full text of the King of Entertainment)."

"Oh, little brother, tell me quickly." Wei Buzhou said hurriedly. Along the way, Song Zheng's conversation also impressed Wei Buzhou, a great scholar. Hearing that there were new poems, Wei Buzhou couldn't help but ask more questions.

Song Zheng stood up, looked at the bamboo bushes, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Stay firm on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They have been toughened by countless blows, no matter how strong the wind is from the southeast or northwest."

"What a 'Let the wind blow from the southeast to the northwest'!" Wei Buzhou clapped his hands and sighed, "It seems tacky to plant bamboo in my garden!"

Song Zheng laughed and said, "There are different poems for different moods. It's just that 'poems express aspirations, and songs express words'."

Wei Buzhou was startled again, and said with a wry smile, "Little brother's words are often unexpected. I think that I have seen many heroes in the world, but none of them are as transcendent as little brother. I really can't figure out what is going on.

Only people can cultivate talents like my little brother. I’m afraid it can only be described as ‘a genius’.”

Song Zheng smiled and said, "Even if the old gentleman doesn't ask, I still want to tell the old gentleman my name."

Ignoring Wei Buzhou's embarrassment, Song Zheng continued, "Speaking of which, before I met the old gentleman, I had met Mr. Ling, Mr. Wei Tong, the magistrate of Licheng, and was a good friend of Mr. Hou Zhonglian, his nephew.

Mr. Hou, the pacifying envoy of Shandong Road, is the seat master."

"What?" Even with Wei Buzhou's calmness, he couldn't help but stand up, "Are you Song Zheng and Song Xiaolang?"

Now it was Song Zheng's turn to be surprised, "Old sir, have you heard of me before?"

Wei Buzhou's face changed for a few times before he nodded with a wry smile and said, "Half a month ago, Quanzi wrote a letter and told me about his situation during this period. In the letter, a person named Song Zheng and Song Xiaolang was written in heavy ink. I didn't expect it.

is small

Brother, although Quanzi's tone is disdainful, I know that he still admires you. "A man of both civil and military skills, a dashing young man." Little brother, you deceived me so hard (Latest Chapter of The Barbarian Queen Beating Up the Emperor)

)."

Song Zheng quickly bowed and said, "How dare you deliberately deceive me? It's just that my father's Neo-Confucianism is quite different from the Confucianism that my husband upholds. I'm afraid of embarrassing each other, so I deliberately don't want to say more. Now I see that the old man treats me very well."

.Mr.

Although his knowledge is different from that of my father, what he said never attacked my father's character itself, but only discussed the matter. This shows the loyalty of the old gentleman. As the saying goes, "give him a peach, and give him a jade in return," I will tell you this.

I hope the old gentleman won’t be offended.”

Song Zheng praised Wei Buzhou, and Wei Buzhou was in a good mood. He smiled openly and said, "Your Majesty is very strict in his studies. Although his ideas are different from mine, they are still in a family of his own. What's more, the young man is the young man, and the father is the father. This way

Come on, my little brother’s conversation is really eye-opening to me.”

"I got more from the old gentleman's house. This time I bought the old gentleman's house and got a huge advantage. Speaking of which, I'm sorry." Song Zheng had a very good attitude.

"Ha! Ha! Brat!" the old gentleman laughed and scolded, "I heard that Song Xiaolang is a romantic and uninhibited person, how can he talk about these customs now!"

"That's a tacky boy. I feel a little ashamed of this green bamboo!"

Song Zheng and Wei Buzhou looked at each other and laughed, both feeling happy.

In the back room of a courtyard on the east side of Jiangning City, not far from the Qinhuai River, Li Hongniang was sleeping on the bed with a pale face. She was wearing obscene clothes, and her collarbone was wrapped with a layer of white cloth, with faint traces of blood showing through.

In the outer room, Yingji and Pang Zhen were sitting on chairs with stern faces. Li Hongniang's maid Xiaoyuan stood in the middle of the room, trembling a little. Her right arm was hanging weakly, and her entire forearm was wrapped in a thick white cloth.

.

"What's going on? Why was the matchmaker injured so badly? If she missed it by two points, she would have died!" There was anger in Yingji's voice.

Xiao Yuan cried and said, "General Ying, you must avenge Sister Li."