Chapter 2 Return to Beijing "Stop! How disgraceful! How disgraceful!" ...
The river water is clear, and the breeze creates ripples on the water surface, which flashes with golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun. There are green mountains on both sides of the river, and a small boat goes downstream.
There was a young man standing on the boat, with a slender back, black hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and a water-green shirt, the clothes moving in the wind, just like a banished immortal.
"Master, it's windy outside and you might catch a cold. Let's go inside."
Following the sound, a man came out of the cabin. He was short, dressed in a neat and simple gray short shirt, and was dressed like a servant. He stood behind the young man with a worried look on his face.
The young man seemed to have just come back to his senses:
"Mo Shu, go get the painting you want to give to Second Uncle. After receiving the letter, Second Uncle will come to the mansion today, saving you another trip."
"yes……"
After agreeing to this, the servant named Mo Shu still hesitated for a long time, but in the end he stopped talking and went to do his work.
The small boat drifted, the sunset in the distance dyed the sky red, and the hawking sounds on the street awakened the bustle of Bianjing City after dusk.
This is the capital of Zhongshan Kingdom, and beneath the red walls and green tiles lives the sky of Zhongshan Kingdom.
The boat dock is located on the bank of the Lancang River, less than two miles southeast of the city, and is bustling with people.
When they got off the boat, they didn't see anyone coming to pick them up. Mo Shu, who was carrying a large bag of luggage, cursed angrily.
"I sent a letter here early in the morning, but no one came to pick it up. What kind of people are they? They have no chance to torture the young master. It's really hateful."
Everyone who passed by glanced at him, and even Xiao Wangshu who was beside him was looked up and down.
If it were any other scholar, he would probably be so embarrassed that he would cover his face with his sleeves.
But Xiao Wangshu seemed to be fine, with a faint smile in the corners of his eyes.
The old woman was so embarrassed to look at him that the little girl also lowered her head.
Even the men turned their heads away and muttered a rough word or two, perhaps "good-looking" or "pretty", but without any intention of being affectionate.
"It's okay. The house isn't far away. We can take the luggage in a donkey cart. If you're worried, just follow me. I'll walk back."
Patting Mo Shu on the shoulder, Xiao Wangshu gave him a few instructions and gave him some silver. Without waiting for Mo Shu to say anything else, he had already walked out a few steps.
Without further delay, Mo Shu carried his bag on one hand and hailed a donkey cart. When he looked again, Xiao Wangshu had already disappeared.
But a vehicle with wheels is always faster than two legs. When Xiao Wangshu arrived at the Xiao Mansion, he saw Mo Shu who had been stopped outside and the luggage piled under the steps at the door.
"He's a bastard, who in the mansion would treat him as their master? Why would they need such a big ceremony and send people to pick him up? It's really laughable.
It's ok if you accept it, just take the money.
If the master suddenly needs the car, I can explain it to him."
Two boys dressed as servants stood at the door, following an elderly man and joining in the old man's occasional laughter.
"Uncle Zhou, I respect you as my elder and don't want to say anything too harsh.
Even if the young master is a concubine's son, he is still the master! But you have to use two people, drive a carriage, and give you money. I dare not listen to you even if you say that.
Even if you bring this to the attention of the master, I guarantee you'll be in big trouble!"
Mo Shu had a gloomy face, one hand on his waist and spitting everywhere. If the other side didn't have so many people, he would have taken action earlier.
"Don't be angry, that's not what I meant.
We, as servants, follow the orders of our master. The second young master told us that he was going out today and asked us to keep the car.
The master knows about this. If we send him out, and the young master doesn't have a car, we will be the ones to be beaten and punished. We don't want the money, we just want an explanation."
Zhou Bo is an old man in the mansion. Despite his age, he is very smart. He spread his hands and pretended to be embarrassed.
It's not easy to criticize them one by one, and in the end it makes Mo Shu seem like a bad person.
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you with all this. Just find a few people to move the luggage back to the yard, right?"
Uncle Zhou straightened up, frowned, and looked helpless, but turned around and smiled heartily at his two followers.
"Ah, this is really unfortunate. This person has to be kept for the Second Young Master."
This made Mo Shu laugh. He said three good words in a row and then shouted:
"I'm going to find the master!"
The two people standing there stretched out their hands to stop them, and the shoving and pushing attracted many passers-by to stop and watch the excitement.
"Ink writing."
Walking out from the crowd, Xiao Wangshu called out to Mo Shu.
"Oh, isn't this the eldest young master? You are the most reasonable. Since there is really no one available in the mansion, it would be the same if you asked Mo Shu to carry the luggage in. It won't be much either way."
Uncle Zhou at least restrained himself a bit and half-bowed to Xiao Wangshu who was walking towards him as a greeting.
He kept calling the young master, but he never lowered his attitude.
Xiao Wangshu just listened to him and was about to speak when he was interrupted by an angry voice.
"What are you all doing here? I need to go out!"
Before seeing the person, I heard the voice first, and a moon-white shadow trotted out from the mansion.
She wore a red agate forehead ornament, her hair was tied back tightly and high, a pair of Qilin jade pendants hung around her waist, and a folding fan was inserted diagonally on the jade belt around her waist. She had all the styles but was not extravagant.
Zhou Bo hid in time, but the rest suffered.
The figure was extremely fast, bumping into three people in a row, and then rushed straight towards Xiao Wangshu in a breath. Xiao Wangshu seemed to want to dodge, but was a step too slow.
Without any apology, the young man walked straight past Xiao Wangshu and walked to the front of the crowd, shouting:
"What are you doing in front of my house? Go away, you're blocking my way!"
He waved his hand and dismissed the person.
"Brother Huai'an, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you doing well?"
Shaking his sleeves, Xiao Wangshu turned and asked Xiao Huaian.
"Old Zhou, is my car ready? Father finally agreed to let me buy that painting."
After a sarcastic laugh, Xiao Huaian turned around and spoke to Zhou Bo.
"In reply to Master, it's already been prepared."
Uncle Zhou was bent very low, his face full of wrinkles.
The two followers beside him also laughed along.
"Second Young Master, my eldest son is still alive, how could you do this?"
Since Mo Shu followed Xiao Wangshu back to his hometown to take the imperial examination, he had lived a good life where everyone fawned over him and respected him, thanks to his master's reputation for talent and learning.
What's more, his master has now passed the imperial examination, so he has also started to carry himself like a great official.
Before returning home, he was thinking that he would not be bullied again this time, but the gap was too big. He was still angry and stepped forward to accuse the second young master.
He felt a little regretful as soon as he finished speaking, but words spoken cannot be taken back. He immediately stiffened his neck and his face turned red.
After hearing this, Xiao Huaian's expression could not improve, but the people who had come to watch the fun had not yet left, and he was too proud of his status to lose his temper.
Xiao Huaian overheard someone muttering something in the crowd.
"Is this your younger brother? He's really disrespectful to his elders."
"Who says he isn't? I'm afraid he's just another playboy. In my opinion, he's no match for his brother."
"That's right. He doesn't look as handsome as his brother..."
You have to know that Xiao Huaian hates two things the most in his life, one is being called the Second Young Master.
The second is that he is not as good as Xiao Wangshu.
Both things were essentially because he hated this bastard who was called his "brother".
All of them happened today, and my blood rushed to my head.
Without caring about anything else, he took two steps forward, grabbed Mo Shu's collar, raised his fist high and punched Mo Shu in the face, cursing:
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you teach me a lesson?"
But Xiao Wangshu easily grabbed her wrist.
Xiao Huaian, who always looked down on Xiao Wangshu, was now even more furious.
At that moment, he released the hand that was pulling Mo Shu's collar, pushed Mo Shu forward, and stood up high again, about to go down towards Xiao Wangshu.
"Stop! How disgraceful! How disgraceful!"
Not far from the mansion, Mr. Xiao Jingtao, who had gotten off the car early because of the gathered crowd, saw this scene before he even stood still.
She was so scared that she shook off the servant's hand, pointed and shouted a few words, and rushed towards the two people with her clothes lifted up. She stumbled and almost fell down. Fortunately, the servant arrived in time and prevented her from falling.
Hearing the voice and seeing the person coming, Xiao Huaian calmed down. After weighing the pros and cons, he put his hand down and shook off Xiao Wangshu's hand that was holding his wrist.
Taking advantage of the distance between them, he leaned over and whispered in Xiao Wangshu's ear:
"Just wait and see!"
Then he quickly took a step back and bowed to apologize.
"Brother, please accept my respect. I have really lost my mind. I beg you to be magnanimous and forgive me."
With his back to the crowd, Xiao Huaian's face showed no apology at all, but was full of arrogance. His eyes fell on Mo Shu, as if his previous words were a threat to Mo Shu.
"Hey, that's right!"
Patting Xiao Huaian on the head, Master Xiao, who had just rushed over and stood between the two of them, smiled and said, "Brother, there's no need to fight."
"Hello, second uncle," Xiao Wangshu saluted his second uncle without paying attention to Xiao Huaian's childish behavior.
"Huaian has also met his second uncle." Xiao Huaian turned around and said.
"Wangshu meets second uncle." The words fell almost at the same time.
Stroking his beard, Mr. Xiao laughed heartily, as if he was not aware of the discord between brothers at all.
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This is already my second life, hehe.
The character of Second Uncle is a businessman with a rounded figure. Because merchants were strictly controlled during a period in ancient times, there was some confusion about whether he should ride in a sedan chair or a carriage (donkey cart/horse carriage). In the end, to distinguish between the status of merchants and officials, he was given a carriage. Only officials and their families could ride in sedan chairs, while those of higher rank (royal family) would ride in sedan chairs or sedan chairs. Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided nutrient solution between 2024-01-12 18:00:00 and 2024-01-13 16:00:00.
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