Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

   Chapter 487 Bee Yuanjun in Biejun Pavilion

   Jiang Erye was outside the Xicheng Gate, sending the Khitan messenger Li Lulu to leave Beijing. Li Huolu had been in Beijing for a few months, and he had long been reluctant to think about Shu, so he postponed his departure until the last day. Before leaving, he said goodbye to Erye Jiang sympathetically, punched Erye Jiang's left shoulder with a fist, and said boldly, "Good brother, if you have time, you must go to my place to sit, the beauties of wine and meat on the prairie. Take your pick, and the eagles in the sky are yours to hunt!"

Jiang Erye, whose left shoulder was numb, raised his right fist and slammed Li Huolu's shoulder hard, with a very kind smile, "The prince's words, the younger brother can take it seriously. The beautiful younger brother of the grassland reward does not rob the prince, the golden eagle in the sky is the prince. The younger brother hunts a few more, and the younger brother wants to use the eagle feathers to make eagle feathers and arrows."

   This kid looks like a bitch, but his hands are not small. Li Huolu rubbed his shoulder, which was aching from Jiang Feng's pounding, and laughed, "If you want to carve a feathered arrow, why would you use Brother Jiang to hunt carvings in person, eldest brother, when I return to the grassland, I will immediately send someone to send you a hundred and eighteen arrows. Ten here!"

   Jiang Erye was moved, "Little brother is really ashamed, but disrespectful, eldest brother has a good journey." Hurry back, hurry up and send the carved feather arrow to the master!

Watching Li Huolu's gang go away with twelve carts of imperial treasures and silk and satin, Jiang Er patted his shoulder and said to Gu Yingxian, the minister of Honglu Temple, "They're gone, so the lower officials don't have to look at this roof every day. Fried hat."

  Gu Yingxian turned his head when he met a bosom friend, "So it turns out that Lord Jiang thinks so too?!"

   Jiang Erye nodded excitedly with his peach blossom eyes, "Xiaoguan is just curious, they still wear fur hats in summer, don't they get prickly heat on their scalps?"

"How could it not, Jiang Xian didn't see them scratching their heads all the time?" After serving these two grandchildren for more than a month, Gu Yingxian finally couldn't bear it any longer. He complained to Jiang Feng. After complaining, he was refreshed and looked at Jiang Feng became more and more pleasing to the eye.

  After sending Gu Yingxian away, Jiang Erye was about to return to the yamen when Jiang Houer leaned over and whispered, "Er Master, Yuan Dongjun from Linyuelou is over there and wants to say goodbye to you."

   Jiang Erye was surprised, "Where is he going?"

   Jiang Hou'er said in a low voice, "Prince Ashnani helped him redeem himself and wanted to take him back to the Xiongnu. In order to hide from the public, Prince Ashnani left first, and he followed."

  If you go to the Xiongnu, this side is a farewell. Although he is not masculine, Jiang Erye and Yuan Dongjun have also had a few drinks together in the past few years in Qingping Jiang.

   Jiang Erye returned to the carriage, took off his official robes and put on casual clothes, and rushed to the Biejun Pavilion five miles outside the West City Gate. When Yuan Dongjun, who only had a straight letter on a common book, saw Jiang Erye arrived, he casually bowed his hands and gave a deep salute, "If you can get the banished immortal to see him off in person on the day you leave Kang'an, Dongjun will have no regrets in this life."

   "Too much nonsense." Jiang Erye rolled his eyes at him, "Why did you think of going to the Xiongnu?"

Yuan Dongjun joked, "After the second master entered the temple in a green shirt, the Qingping River became boring, and Dongjun didn't know who to wait for by the river. Prince Ashnani is not bad, since he opened his mouth to invite, Dongjun Then I thought, it’s better to go to the Huns with him.”

   Jiang Erye heard a chill, "If I were Ash Nani, I would have to tear down your fake smiling face. Go as you go, don't bully honest people all the time."

   Second Master is not worried that he will be bullied during this trip, but he said not to let him bully others? Although he was wearing an ordinary straight robe and wearing a common square scarf, Yuan Dongjun smiled and still looked like he was fascinated by the Qingping River. "After the second master entered the temple, his temperament has not changed at all."

   Jiang Erye became impatient, "Why do you always mention the matter of Ye entering the temple? After drinking the farewell wine, hurry up and go on the road. Ye is busy."

   Jiang Hou'er immediately poured the wine and brought it to the second master and Yuan Dongjun. He smiled and said, "Yuan Gongzi, my second master has such a temperament. He is worried that Yuan Gongzi will not be able to rush on the road, and he will not be able to cross the Yellow River before dark."

Yuan Dongjun picked up the wine, drank it, smiled and said seriously, "Before I leave Linjiang, ask me to thank you and make amends. The temple is high in the intrigue, the second master should be more careful. The prince of Yijiang is the prime minister of Qin. Even if you want to beat the dog, please see the owner's preferences. Qin is already dissatisfied with the second master, and the second master had better not act rashly. "

Jiang Er Ye didn't ask him where the news came from, he just nodded and said, "Okay. If you really can't get along in the Xiongnu, don't be ashamed to ask for help, come back to Kang'an, and Ye will leave a place for you in the West Market. ."

   Like a lady of flowers, do you want to open a powder shop? Yuan Dongjun's nose is sour and his eyes are astringent. There is a lot of love on the Qingping River, but it is a dewy marriage for a while. Thousands of sweet words are not as pleasant as Jiang Erye's words, "If Erye has time to go to the desert, Dongjun will set the wine picture. Welcome. As you leave, Dongjun has something to tell you: Second Master speaks casually, it’s easy to offend people, and officials in the court have to be embarrassed, so you’d better restrain yourself, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.”

   He didn't see himself pretending to be a grandson in front of all the adults, but just now, he also cooperated with Gu Yingxian to complain about the hat of the Khitan people. Why complain, isn't it because Gu Yingxian frowns every time he sees other people's hats. However, Jiang Erye still accepted Yuan Dongjun's kindness, and clasped his fists and said, "Okay, I wrote it down and cherished it along the way."

   Looking at the passing carriage, Jiang Erye said with emotion, "He said more today than the past ten years combined. I'm afraid it's a goodbye now."

  Yes, who would have thought that Yuan Dongjun, the cold beauty of Linyuelou, would have such a human side. But if he goes back to Kang'an again, he won't have the chance to get close to the second master. The look in his eyes when he finally looks back at the second master is not quite right. Jiang Hou'er rolled his eyes and folded a willow branch and sent it to the second master, "Second master, this is a rare opportunity, why don't you write a poem and a book on the pavilion?

  This... Erye Jiang glanced at the willow branch, and then at the carriage that was far away, and said affectionately, "Bie Yuanjun in the Biejun Pavilion, all the people are gone at the end of the song."

   This is a good start, then what? Jiang Bao held his breath and waited.

   "Okay!" Jiang Hou'er clapped his hands, "Second Master, what a poem!"

   Jiang Erye shook the fan proudly, "Bring me a pen!"

   "Yes!" Jiang Hou'er immediately took out the brush from his arms, licked the tip of the pen with his tongue, and handed it to Jiang Erye. Jiang Erye wrote two lines of poems on the pavilion wall, and the more he looked with his hands behind his back, the more satisfied he became.

   Jiang Hou'er reminded, "Master hasn't left the order yet."

   Jiang Erye nodded, picked up the pen and wrote two lines: May 16, Guimao year, send friends out of Kang'an.

   "Okay!" Jiang Hou'er started croaking again.

  The poem has two lines and two lines in sequence. When they are put together, they are as long as the poems left by others. Jiang Bao silently looked at the four-line characters on the wall of the pavilion, and couldn't really boast.

   After Jiang Erye rode back to the city, two or three waves of people entered the small pavilion, copied the farewell poem left by Jiang Erye, and left quickly.

   That evening, Jing Hedi, who was dizzy and dizzy, put down his pen and pressed the corner of his forehead, his brows getting tighter and tighter. Seeing the opportunity, Ye Qingfeng quickly took Jiang Feng's poem out of his arms and handed it over with both hands, "Long live, this is the farewell poem Jiang Banxian left on the wall of the Biejun Pavilion in the west of the city this morning."

  Can Jiang Qing still write poetry? Emperor Jing He lowered his eyes and asked with a smile, "Who is Lord Yuan?"

"It's a male prostitute on the Qingping River. The Huns' messenger, Ashnani, ransomed for him and brought him back to the Huns. It was Lord Jiang who introduced him to Ashnani." , Hate Jiang Feng.

   Who knows, Long Live, but smiled, "This poem is also unique. I didn't know Jiang Qing had such talent. For the sake of border peace, Jiang Qing has a heart."

  Ye Qingfeng…

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   (end of this chapter)