The aunt was not polite. She actually sat down and ordered a maid who was following her to go to the carriage and bring in some fine wine.
After a while, two girls wearing veils and holding wine bottles came in with fluttering clothes at the door.
Needless to say, these must be Geng Yueru and Geng Yueling.
On the way, my aunt made an agreement with the two of them that she would go in first and have a look. If she didn't like it, she would come out and go home immediately.
If she takes a fancy to it, they can come in and take a look in person in the name of giving him good wine.
Geng Yueling seems to have not yet had his first love, and he has no opinion of his own, so he does whatever his mother tells him to do.
Geng Yueru already has the person in her spring boudoir dream, and she is extremely excited to meet that person at this moment.
As soon as she entered the door, she looked towards her aunt and immediately saw Huang Yi, who was answering questions with her aunt.
There is no way, women are like this, both in ancient times and modern times. My aunt is communicating with Huang Yi in the form of household registration check.
"I heard that you didn't grow up in Ming Dynasty?"
"I grew up in Franchi Country."
"How old are you this year?"
"I'm older than Chongzhen..., I should be twenty-one years old!" Huang Yi slandered: Damn, it was almost said that I was one year older than Chongzhen, but luckily I shut up in time.
"Huh? Giggling, why do people still say how old they should be? Giggling..." My aunt couldn't help but laugh.
Huang Yi slandered again: It's not his real age. He just made it up casually. It's really easy to get it wrong. He is one year older than Chongzhen. Should he be 21 or 20 this year? It's really easy to get it wrong.
Seeing his aunt laughing wildly, Geng Zhangguang worried about Huang Yi's embarrassment and explained: "Master Huang has been sailing at sea for so long that he can't figure out the year."
"It turns out that you have also sailed across the sea on a big ship! It's not easy. How far is Flangji from Ming Dynasty?"
"More than thousands of miles away!"
"It's so far away! You must have read a lot of books since you speak so politely!"
"I read a lot of books!"
"A lot? How many are there?"
Huang Yi hadn't done statistics yet, so he replied casually: "Based on the number of words, it's tens of millions. No, there must be hundreds of millions of words!"
"Ah?" Not only my aunt, but everyone present was surprised.
Huang Yi knew that in ancient times, a person who was rich in learning and rich in knowledge might not be able to read as much as a junior high school student based on the number of words he could write on the bamboo slips.
Seeing that everyone in the audience was shocked after revealing his true reading amount, Huang Yi was amused and thought to himself: What's all the fuss about, the number of words I've written is not far from 10 million before I even mentioned it.
Huang Yi explained: "The books I read are very miscellaneous, not the Four Books and Five Classics. We don't have the ability to test talents and promote people there, so reading the Four Books and Five Classics is useless."
"So what have you read?"
"I read all good books, good articles, and good poems. For example, Wang Bo's 'The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.'
Another example is Xin Qiji's "The horse is so fast that the bow is as fast as a thunderbolt." Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. '
For example, 'The most gentle thing is the gentleness of the lowered head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot stand the cool breeze'..."
The aunt was confused. She was only literate and could write. She had not read a few books. She just felt that what Huang Yi said was born with good words, but it was a pity that she could not understand it well.
Li Weida touched his palms and exclaimed: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Good sentences are rare! I have to write it down with a pen so as not to forget it!"
Geng Zhangguang, on the other hand, exclaimed: "A good sentence, a really good sentence. The best one is the gentleness of lowering the head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool breeze. Mr. Huang, I wonder if there is a problem?"
"Xiaque? No." Huang Yi shook his head.
Geng Zhangguang asked: "Who did this wonderful line come from?"
"Uh!" The author had to wait three hundred years before he was born. There's no way to explain it!
Huang Yi had no choice but to lie: "This is what I imagined and made up when I was writing new lyrics in my hometown a few years ago. It's not a good sentence at all!"
"Isn't this a good sentence? Mr. Huang is a great talent!" Li Weida exclaimed.
"It turns out you are an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs! It's not easy. How did you make a living in Franji Country before? Are there many smart people in Franji Country?..."
The more my aunt looked at Huang Yi, the happier she became and she talked more, making Huang Yi's head grow bigger.
At this moment, two women with their heads and faces covered by gauze came in. Huang Yi happened to meet the eyes of one of them when he looked over.
"Eh! That's wrong, that look? Does that veiled woman know me?" Huang Yi thought to himself.
Finally meeting the person she wanted to see the most, Geng Yueru felt a little dazed, a little nervous, and a little uneasy for a while, but finally turned into shyness.
"Third brother didn't lie to me, he, he really looks majestic and heroic!"
The aunt personally picked up the jade jug and filled two glasses of wine, saying: "I will toast the hero with this glass of wine for my wife! Do it!"
Huang Yi picked up the light cyan jade wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and said: "You're welcome, I am not a great hero, Geng Zhanghua is."
"Don't be too modest. We are all familiar with the story that the third young master told you about killing enemies every day some time ago." The aunt said as she went to get the wine glass again, but saw that it was empty.
She glared at Geng Yueling and whispered: "Why are you just standing there, pouring wine!"
Geng Yueru, who couldn't help but glance at Huang Yi, immediately reacted and quickly took the wine bottle and filled two glasses.
"I'll give you this glass of wine on behalf of the master! I won't say thank you for your kindness, so do it!"
"I'll take this cup for the Geng family..."
"I'll drink this cup for myself, no, no, I'll drink this cup for myself to honor the great talents and heroes..."
Huang Yi was a big drinker, but obviously the aunt who was toasting was not. After drinking seven glasses in a row, she was so drunk that she started talking garbled.
Geng Zhangguang was worried that his aunt would make a fool of herself when she was drunk, and he quickly called the two wives to help his aunt out, and signaled to Geng Yueru and the two who came in with a tray that it was time to leave.
Geng Yueru felt happy, took Geng Yueling's hand and retreated.
But for some reason, before leaving the house, she couldn't help but look back again, and Huang Yi happened to look over as well.
Huang Yi could already tell that the people pouring the wine were two little girls. Seeing them looking back, he smiled politely.
This smile was like spring breeze turning into rain. The murderous aura emanating from Huang Yi's body was like smoke drifting in the wind. Geng Yueru seemed to feel the tenderness revealed in Leng Yi.
Her little heart was beating wildly, and her pretty face turned red to the roots of her ears.
A quarter of an hour later, in a tall, beautifully decorated carriage on the official road leading to the north gate of Zhangjiakou, the drunken aunt said: "Giggle..." and laughed non-stop, and said while laughing.
"Ling'er is blessed. Huang Yi must be tall and handsome. He is not a vulgar martial artist at all, but a talented man with great talents. Looking at his face, he will definitely become a general and a marquis in the future..."
