Chapter 469

At the same time, the Eight Masters' Mansion belongs exclusively to the study of the old Eight Yinxi.

The three men who existed as the old eight think tanks exchanged their heads slightly, and an old man who looked to be over fifty years old sitting in the front position stood up straight, and looked at the old man who was reading the newspaper behind the bookcase, slightly arched his hand, and said in a low voice: "Eighth master, this time we have arranged very tightly, and we will definitely be able to insert the nail to Prince Yong's side, you can relax." ”

"With Ning Lao here, I am relieved, but on the side of the Lin family, it is difficult to guarantee that I will not show my mouth. Lao Ba stretched out his body that was sitting a little stiff, turned sideways slightly, bowed his chin, and said very politely.

The person who is called Ning Lao is an old man with gray hair, and a solemn Chinese character face, so that his first feeling is that he is calm and down-to-earth, which is a very positive temperament, but at this time, there is an evil smile on his face that belongs to the villainous role, which seems to be quite inconsistent with his own temperament.

I saw him flick the hem of his blue robe, raised his legs and took two steps forward, came to the side of the old Ba Yinxi, and deliberately said in a dumb voice like a whisper: "Yu Lin's two are not worried, they are just pawns, even if they want to leak secrets, there must be secrets to be leaked, if that person really believes in those secrets, it will be more beneficial to you Eighth Master." ”

"You're right. The eighth master hurriedly got up, grabbed Ning Lao's arm, helped Ning Lao back to his position with a smile, sat down at the bottom of Ning Lao very affectionately, nodded and said.

is different from the chic image in film and television dramas, the eighth who has held real power early on. So far, he has only been a Baylor, but he is among the brothers. The first one to get lucky, even Prince Sancheng, who had been bored in the mansion to repair books and speak, was slender at this time, which shows how comfortable this lord's life is.

Perhaps it is precisely because of his honest appearance and the illusion of being peaceful and polite to others, so it is easier to gain the trust and favor of others, even if the old man Kangxi has repeatedly expressed his estrangement to him now. Many scholars and wise men in the court also expressed their closeness to him.

This is a question that Erf has been unable to figure out since he crossed over.

Isn't there anyone who can see through the calculations under his seemingly calm eyes, or is it really good to say that the eighth child's disguise!

"Eighth master. How can you sit here, you still have to take a seat, it's really a pain in the old man. "Although Ning Lao is a scholar in Shaoxing Mansion, he is a person who is rolling in the officialdom. Weekdays in front of people. It's always a picture of arrogance and unruliness, but in private it's a different picture, and he is so flattering to those officials who invite him out of the mountain that even those house slaves are not as good as them, so when he saw the eighth child sitting under him, he was first overjoyed, and glanced at the two people sitting opposite him with some pride, and then stood up as if he had seen something terrible. Again and again, he asked the eighth master to take a seat.

The eighth child waved his hand indifferently and motioned for Ning Lao to sit down. He said with a smile: "Whether you have knowledge or knowledge, you are enough to be my teacher."

Not to mention that at this time, if I can sit next to Ning Lao, let me worship the teacher and learn some skills from the teacher, then I am also willing to do it.

Besides, there are no outsiders here, so why do you care about these false courtesies!" After speaking, Lao Ba personally sent the tea bowl to Ning Lao's hands, and made this play full to match what he said.

Ning Lao, who was fluttering by the sycophants, no longer bothered about the seat, and said a little about the future arrangements, and was respectfully sent out of the study door by the eighth child, pretending to shake the paper fan elegantly, taking square steps, and swaying towards the courtyard where he lived in the Eighth Master's Mansion, without glancing at the two "colleagues" who followed him.

Of course, the two people who followed Ning Lao were not idle, squeezing their eyebrows and making strange looks, as if they were very disdainful of being on the same road with Ning Lao, but they were envious and jealous to the extreme.

is also the eighth master's staff, Ning Lao relies on his age and prestige in Jiangnan and other places to suppress them everywhere, if this Ning Lao is really a respectable elder, they may respect him like a teacher, but this Ning Lao's private ethics really make them disdainful, and it is inevitable that there will be such injustices.

"Brother Zhehan, why do you say that this eighth master has taken a fancy to this old thing. Zhao Hongwen pursed his lips, watched Ning Lao walk into the door, followed Song Zhehan closely, entered the wing, and muttered in a low voice.

Song Zhehan, who was asked about his head, heard this, turned around with a smile, as if he also didn't understand, pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and made a very helpless expression, then reached out and took a holding pot in the corner of the bookshelf, and out of nowhere he found two small wine cups and a packet of peanuts, and put them at hand, "Don't think about those troubles, it's okay to be around now, do you want to drink a cup of osmanthus wine to the moon, my wine is a good thing that my classmate friend brought me from Chongqing Mansion last year." ”

"Then you're welcome. ”

If you want to say that this Zhao Hongwen has any hobbies, he likes to take a sip, but he doesn't love all kinds of wine, he prefers this kind of wine that women prefer - osmanthus wine.

As soon as I heard that it was a top-grade product from Chongqing Mansion, the gluttonous worm in the stomach began to rebel, and even sat directly in front of the bookcase without pretending to excuse himself, filled a glass for himself, and poured the amber wine in the wine cup into his stomach as soon as he tilted his neck.

"Good taste. Especially under such a bright moonlight, there is really a little bit of the meaning of the Toad Palace. Zhao Hongwen drank all a cup, and then refilled another cup, but it was different from the one drink just now, but he took a small sip, as if he had drunk the elixir and jade liquid, he enjoyed it, shook his head and wandered to the outside of the door, sat on the steps, patted his stomach with one hand, pinched the wine cup with the other hand and shook the wine drops into his mouth, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed in a low voice.

Song Zhehan knew that Zhao Hongwen was good at wine, and he didn't care about his rudeness, so he smiled and made a few more dried fruits from the dark grid, and found a tray to put them away. He also followed Zhao Hongwen's example, and sat directly on the steps in front of the door, half-lying down. With his arms behind his head, he looked at the bend of the moon in the sky, smashed his mouth and said: "Where is this, if you can get the osmanthus wine in the palace from the eighth master, it will be the best." ”

"Brother Song just doesn't know how to be authentic, those drinks mixed with all kinds of strange things are not sweet. It's not fragrant, it's not good at all, and it's still my appetite for this old taste. Zhao Hongwen listened. Turned over, supported his head with one hand, leaned on his body, and shook the wine cup in his hand with the other. With a look of "you're just a person who doesn't know anything and doesn't know good things", he said.

"That's a good thing for the emperor's inner mansion!" was robbed by Zhao Hongwen. Song Zhehan was also not polite, sat up with a bone, as if provoked, and said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, that's for the inner house, that is, those women love it. Zhao Hongwen is also not polite, when it comes to the issue of wine, the whole person seems to be very serious. I didn't care about controlling the volume, so I pulled my neck and roared.

It is also thanks to Ning Lao and the three of them as the staff of the eighth master. In the courtyard where he lives, there are fewer people who serve, and they are all loyal servants of the eighth master, otherwise this word will spread outside, and I am afraid that it will cause strife again.

Song Zhehan, who was not to be outdone, also turned up the volume and sternly defended.

The two of them came and went, the sound became louder and louder, and the quarrel became more and more fierce, Ning Lao, who was originally sitting in the study, sorting out his thoughts and planning the next step, began to hear the movement of the opening and closing of the wing, and it was just a spit and spit, and at this time, seeing that the movement of the two was getting louder and louder, he couldn't help but push open the window with some annoyance, glanced at the two people sitting on the steps with disdain, and said coldly: " You can be regarded as scholars, look at the two of you, I'm afraid that even the country folk can't do this kind of ugly thing of sitting at the door and drinking. ”

"Yo, old man Ning, you are embarrassed to say that we are, you are worthy of the name of a scholar, look at your flattering appearance of bending your waist for five buckets of rice, and then look at the way those palace maids hide from you as if they were hiding from the plague god, I, Zhao Hongwen, live in the same courtyard with you, and I feel that my face is hot and my face is dull!" Three taels of wine and stomach, and it was Zhao Hongwen, who was angry, was pointed at his nose by Ning Lao and preached two sentences, and he didn't care about the etiquette of respecting the old and loving the young, staggered along the corridor, swayed to Ning Lao, stretched out his hand and pulled a handful of Ning Tou's cherished three-inch beard, looked at the few white beards pinched in his hand, and said with mockery.

"You are so unreasonable, you slander the old man so much. Ning Lao was a little unable to react for a while by Zhao Hongwen's sudden move, and when he reacted, there was already a tingling pain under his jaw, and what Zhao Hongwen said was really ugly, he couldn't help but blush, glanced at the inverted seat with the light on, and gritted his teeth and said.

Looking at Ning Lao, who was so angry that his face was red, Zhao Hongwen seemed to have reached the mouth of the air, spat fiercely, pouted and said: "Slander, you are really talking nonsense with your eyes open!"

Do you think we haven't seen all the dirty things you've done?

We're worried about your face, I'm embarrassed to say you, we've been working together for more than three years, who doesn't know who!

Don't put on your set of decency as a scholar, if you want to say that we have lost the dignity of a scholar by sitting under the porch and drinking, then you are even thirteen or fourteen years old, enough to be the little palace maid who is your granddaughter, and your face has already been lost all over the street, I'm afraid that the city wall is not as thick as your face!"

After speaking, Zhao Hongwen shook his shoulders as if he was puzzled, that kind of virtue, even Song Zhehan, who was a bystander, felt very cheap, not to mention Ning Lao, who was scolded by pointing his nose.

At this moment, Ning Lao couldn't care about putting his elders' scores on the table, and he was completely angry.

I saw that this old arm and old leg, trembling, climbed out of the window, and without waiting for Zhao Hongwen to react, he punched Zhao Hongwen's extraordinarily underbeaten face, which was not the end, but even grabbed the long braid that Zhao Hongwen was throwing behind him, and his arms and legs moved together, completely pulling him and playing wrestling.

What gentleman doesn't move his mouth, that is completely without moving the real fire, look, this Ning Lao has played with a pen all his life, moved his head for a lifetime, that mouth can say that the dead are alive, and the living are angry to death, this is angry, and it is not a direct fist to the flesh to start hand-to-hand combat.

Although Ning Lao is full of momentum, he is old in the end.

Zhao Hongwen was unprepared for a sneak attack by Ning Lao at the beginning, and then he suppressed the whole process, directly pressed Ning Lao under his body, rode on Ning Lao's body, and greeted Ning Lao with punches and punches, no matter where he fought, eight out of ten punches fell on Ning Lao's face, only a few breaths, and before Song Zhehan ran to the two of them, Ning Lao was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Oh, I said two, why are you still doing it!

Brother Zhao, how can you still fight back, if this is seen by others, this is not good to say.

Ning Lao, you are too, you are so old, why is this anger still so big, how can you be the same as our younger generations, hurry up, hurry up!

Hey, I said Brother Zhao, you're almost fine, don't drink some wine and go crazy!" Song Zhehan shouted while blackhanded, twisted Ning Lao's arm, kicked Zhao Hongwen's leg, and had a lot of fun, shouting that there was a cup of tea, and he was stunned that he didn't separate the two people.

Although Song Zhehan did not separate the two, he made a noise among the several eunuchs who were watching the excitement in the upside down, and when he heard the sound of squirming footsteps behind him, he put away his hand stupidly, turned to the eunuch who was still watching, and greeted, "Why don't you come over and help, I didn't see these two people fighting together, if you let the eighth master know, don't think about getting rid of it." ”

A few eunuchs who approached with fear glanced at each other, had an idea, and hurriedly trotted to Song Zhehan, two holding Zhao Hongwen, two pulling Ning Lao, and one separating Song Zhehan, who was behind his back.

Xizi, the eunuch who separated Song Zhehan, was a brainy, and while stepping forward to pat the dust and dirt on his body for Ning Lao, he persuaded and reconciled: "Ning Ye, Zhao Ye, look at what you said, why did you still start to do it, I heard that scholars like you will quarrel in order to discuss knowledge, why do you two still do it, doesn't this hurt the dignity of the two masters!"

Okay, this sentence defines the fighting behavior of the two.

Dare to fight because of debate and knowledge, and really put gold on the faces of these two people, Song Zhehan stood aside, sneered, and thought with disdain.

"Okay, don't go around in front of the master, the master doesn't want to stay with this person, but for a few words, he actually started to move, it's really that the older the person, the bigger the anger!" Zhao Hongwen, who had taken advantage of both his mouth and his hands, found his way down the steps when he heard Xizi say this, and while pulling the eunuch who was holding him beside him, he followed Xizi's words and walked to the wing room.

He didn't suffer a loss, but for Ning Lao, this loss was a big loss.

However, Ning Lao is not a fool, he was so angry that he was overwhelmed with reason just now, so he chose his own shortcomings and Zhao Hongwen to face it hard, and reacted at this time, and secretly said "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years", so he also followed Xizi's words, went directly into the room, and secretly pondered how to dig a pit for Zhao Hongwen to avenge his hatred.

As soon as the two people who were fighting left, they left Song Zhehan in the yard, and he didn't have any opinions, he showed a wry smile at Xizi, reached out and dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and returned to the door in three steps and two steps, threw the wine cup and pot on the ground into the tray, and returned to the room with the tray.

(To be continued.) )