A middle-aged couple found He Qiu.
The woman is graceful and dignified, the man is sanctimonious.
The woman Song Che didn't recognize her, but by comparing her with He Qiu, he could probably tell the relationship.
The man is He Xuanzhang, the Yin of Luoyang Prefecture.
"Dad, Mom, I'm not traveling far away, so I don't need to see you off." He Qiu looked like he didn't want to see her.
"Oh, why don't you, mother, come to see your son off? The older you get, the more disobedient you become. You don't even say hello, making it difficult for your parents to find him at the pier."
Although He's mother was reproving, her eyes were filled with reluctance. She pulled He Qiu and said, "The daughter of the Lu family is the first lady in Jinling. Regardless of her family, background, age, or appearance, she is a perfect match for you. The matchmaker also said yesterday, Miss Lu is very satisfied after seeing your portrait——"
"Mom, how can marriage be decided by a portrait? Besides, I'm not interested in her at all." He Qiu interrupted He's mother directly.
He's mother was anxious, "Who else are you interested in? You don't want the girl from Beijing, and you don't want the girl from Jiangnan. Which girl do you want? Qiu'er, you are twenty-four this year. You used to study poetry and books hard. Mom didn’t push you to gain fame, but now that you have achieved fame, it’s time to finalize your marriage.”
He Xuanzhang responded: "Son, your mother is right."
Mother He said again: "Now that your father is white, all power has passed away. To put it harshly, no one in the court will support you anymore. Lu Qianjin is the daughter of Jiangning Prefecture. If you marry her, , the official career will be smooth and smooth;
Your father and I are both approaching our prime years, and our grandson is nowhere to be seen. Oh, when I think of this, my mother can’t even think about food and can’t sleep at night! "
He Xuanzhang responded again: "Son, listen to your mother."
He Qiu looked hopeless.
Song Che on the side finally figured out why He Qiu was in Jinling. It turned out that he was here for a blind date.
"Uncle He."
Song Che stepped forward to say hello.
Perhaps the family of three were so engrossed in talking about marriage that they didn't realize that Song Che was standing next to He Qiu.
He Xuanzhang was also surprised to see Song Che.
"I just heard from my aunt that my uncle is already white. Are you being raped?" Song Che asked.
He Xuanzhang sighed: "I resigned on my own initiative."
Song Che was surprised: "Why did uncle resign?"
He Xuanzhang sighed again: "Emperor and courtier, the emperor has issued an edict to summon Grand Master Jia to return to the court and serve as an official. In the case of the Jia family in the past, I offended the Grand Master a lot. Alas... The situation in the court is unpredictable. , it would not be bad to resign and return to your hometown to enjoy peace and happiness."
You can still hear some regret in his words.
Song Che did not find it strange that Taishi Jia returned to the court.
Nowadays, Gao Chen's faction dominates the court, and Jia Taishi will be recalled to the capital. This is probably the emperor's design to restrain Gao Chen.
It is the art of the emperor to let his ministers and gangsters quarrel with each other, while the emperor strategizes and mediates among them.
But Taishi Jia, an old and immortal person, has a dark heart. Once he regains power, nothing good will happen.
I hope he won't come to Jiangnan to cause trouble.
"You are Song Xian's nephew. You are indeed very talented. You and Qiu'er are both from Suzhou, right? I heard that you are also the richest man in Suzhou. You are really young and promising..."
Mother He pulled Song Che over and praised her, and finally asked: "Nephew Song, have you ever been married?"
Song Che glanced sideways at He Qiu, who had a dark face, and said generously: "Aunt, I have three or four concubines."
"Oh, you can do it! You can do it!" He's mother turned around and scolded He Qiu: "Qiu'er, look at this family, there are many wives and concubines, and look at you, you are single, aren't you afraid of sleeping alone?"
He Qiu stared at Song Che, with the intention of killing someone, and said coldly: "Boss Song, is your ship about to sail?"
Song Che understood, "Ah, yes, yes, our ship is about to leave. It just so happens that Brother He is also going back to Suzhou, so uncles and aunts, this..."
"Qiu'er, if you really don't like Miss Lu, mother won't force you, but by the end of this year, you must find me a daughter-in-law to come back!"
He's mother issued an ultimatum.
In order to get rid of the nagging as soon as possible, He Qiu promised, absolutely.
Say goodbye in a hurry and board the passenger ship.
The moment the boat left the dock, He Qiu finally let out the breath he had been holding in his heart.
"Could it be that you are also influenced by Jinling's traditional customs and don't like women, but prefer men?"
Song Che asked He Qiu with a smile, then looked at Xu Xiao: "Then Xu Dutou, you are in danger."
Xu Xiao subconsciously took two steps away, preferring to believe it was there rather than believe it wasn't.
"Vulgar and boring!"
He Qiu cursed, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to leave.
"Hey, okay, okay, I won't joke with you anymore, I just want to ask you something," Song Che pulled He Qiu and asked:
"Counting the days, the date for paying tribute is coming soon. Is there any news from the capital?"
He Qiu shook his head, "Unheard of."
The silk cloth that the imperial court has always paid tribute to is either purchased in Shu or in the south of the Yangtze River.
Song Che had just returned from Chengdu and had not heard any news about purchasing cloth. Could it be that the imperial court had decided not to pay tribute to the Western Qiang?
Daliang formed an alliance with Xiqiang for the purpose of fighting against Dijon. If they no longer pay tribute, it means that the alliance has broken down. Is this a good sign?
It’s okay if the coins don’t come.
In the past, it was because of this Sui coin business that he got into a lot of trouble.
Now that all the businesses under his command are stable and the gold and silver are moving back home, he really can't bear to look at this bowl of royal food.
After sunset, we arrived in Yangzhou.
We rested overnight in Yangzhou and continued our journey the next day.
On the afternoon of the 10th day of August, after 23 days of sailing, the passenger ship finally arrived at Suzhou Pier.
A chicken coop or a dog coop are nothing compared to your own golden coop.
After getting off the passenger ship, we rented a carriage and prepared to drive home. But as soon as we left the dock, we were blocked by a large group of people on the main road.
"Okay! Well done!"
"It's much better than juggling in the hook bar!"
"Pa bang bang..."
There was an endless stream of cheers and applause.
It turned out that I was watching a sideshow.
"This is unreasonable. I have already issued a decree that juggling and performing arts are not allowed on the street or blocking traffic. Who dares to break the law here?" He Qiu frowned, got off the carriage with Xu Xiao, and squeezed into the crowd.
Mr. He seems to be very dedicated to urban environmental management. Even though Song Che has such a good relationship with him, he still does not allow street stalls to be set up.
Today, this group of entertainers happened to run into him, which was a big unlucky thing.
"Hey, husband, look at the sword-playing guy, does he look familiar?" Shen Wenjun pointed to the sword-playing artist outside the window and said.
The position in the carriage is relatively high, so the artist can be seen clearly. The young swordsman is fair and tender, and he is obviously dressed as a woman.
"It's Ganoderma lucidum!" Lin Yue recognized it first.
Gong Lingzhi from the Xi Lai Ren Opera Troupe!
I remember inviting Xi Lairen to perform in Suzhou on August 15th.
"Oh, husband, go quickly, don't let Master He and Xu Dutou catch Ganoderma lucidum!"
Shen Wenjun hurriedly urged.
