The next day, Wei Chen got up early, washed up, and went to the open space in front of the house.
After standing still, Wei Chen put up a stance, with his eyes looking at the open front, his lips slightly opened, exhaling through his mouth and inhaling through his nose. Within a few breaths, his whole body completely relaxed.
After standing for about half an incense stick, Wei Chen's breathing became longer and longer.
At this time, the rising sun was rising, and the first ray of sunlight from the sky shone in from outside the courtyard wall.
Wei Chen exhaled all the turbid air in his chest, and then took a sudden breath into his belly. He closed his slightly squinted eyes tightly, tapped his mouth up and down seventy-two times, and divided the fluid in his mouth into three mouthfuls to swallow.
In an instant, a continuous stream of heat emerged from Wei Chen's Dantian, wandering among the limbs and bones, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, long and slender.
"Comfortable……"
Wei Chen stretched his body and started to punch. His boxing style was a bit like Wu Qin Xi, with slow and gentle movements, which was very different from the boxing skills that ordinary people had in mind.
One stick of incense took one hour to practice standing postures, plus one one stick of incense to practice routines. By the time Wei Chen finished his work, it was already nearly the hour of the hour.
"I'm hungry again..."
Wei Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the "gurgling" sound coming from his stomach.
Since practicing this unknown guidance technique taught by Zhuang Jun, Wei Chen has benefited a lot. Not only has his weak body become stronger, but he also has more energy than before.
But every time after finishing the exercise, he would always feel hungry, which directly led to Wei Chen's appetite increasing greatly.
If Wei Chen hadn't had the foresight to open the Amber Winery in partnership with Sheng Wei early on, I'm afraid the six dou of rice per month alone wouldn't have been able to support a pot-bellied man like him.
On the boat to Yangzhou, Mrs. Zhang, who was now in charge of the kitchen in Qinyun Yuan, cooked breakfast. Along the way, Wei Chen was used to eating three meals prepared by Mrs. Zhang and was quite satisfied with her craftsmanship.
At this moment, thinking of the big meat buns with thin skin and meat made by Mrs. Zhang, Wei Chen couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He was about to go to Qinyun Courtyard to have breakfast and take a look at the little lazy boy in the courtyard. bed.
Yesterday, Wei Shu was pleased to receive the money and manpower sent by Wei Chen. The first thing he did was to send people out of the house to buy charcoal for the house.
That night, the best charcoal was burned in the Qinyun courtyard, and the cold and damp house became as warm as spring. The mother and daughter no longer had to cling to each other to keep warm.
When Wei Chen left, Minglan had already fallen asleep soundly on the soft couch, blowing snot bubbles comfortably.
Thinking of Xiao Minglan's innocent look when she was sleeping, Wei Chen couldn't help but smile.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a report from the book boy Yuan An, saying that the second young master Sheng Changbai and the third young master Sheng Changfeng of the Sheng family had come to visit.
"Brother Zecheng is here?"
When Wei Chen heard this, he was slightly startled. He had no choice but to put down the idea of visiting his aunt and cousin for the time being. He turned around and went out to greet the guests, but he was thinking in his heart, why did the two young masters of the Sheng family come to see him so early in the morning?
Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen were close friends. When they were in Youyang, the two were "like glue". They stayed together all day long, slept together and talked all night. It was common for him to come to the west wing to find Wei Chen early in the morning. Not surprisingly.
But Sheng Changfeng and Wei Chen were strangers to each other, and Wei Chen had never interacted with him after entering the mansion. The two were still on opposite sides because of the relationship between Qinyun Courtyard and Lin Qige. Why did he come with Sheng Changbai? Woolen cloth?
"Brother Xingyun!"
As soon as Wei Chen walked to the corner of the corridor, he met the brothers Sheng Changbai and Sheng Changfeng. After the three of them greeted each other, Sheng Changbai introduced Wei Chen and Sheng Changfeng to each other.
Not counting the one in Wei Shuyuan's belly, Sheng Hong now has a total of six children, three direct children and three concubines.
The direct descendant is Wei Ruixuan's "Two One Added to Five", that is, the eldest Hualan, the second Changbai, and the fifth Rulan.
The common ones are the "no three no four" of Lin Qige, that is, the third child Changfeng, the fourth child Molan, and there is also the "sixth child" Minglan hidden in Qinyun Court.
Here, Chang Bai has known Wei Chen for a long time. On the day he entered the house, Wei Chen also met Hua Lan and Ru Lan. As for Ming Lan, needless to say, only Chang Feng and Mo Mo in Lin Sushuang's house Lan and Wei Chen have never met.
Speaking of which, today was the first time Wei Chen met Sheng Changfeng, the third son of the Sheng family.
Sheng Changfeng is about the same age as Wei Chen, but he has already begun to look handsome, quite similar to his father Sheng Hong's demeanor back in the day. If it weren't for the childlike look on his face, he would have stolen the hearts of many of his daughters' families.
"I have long heard that my brother Wei is very talented and his poetry is famous far and wide. He has written many famous poems such as "Bamboo and Stone" and "On Poetry". My younger brother is not talented, but he also likes to practice some poetry. If my brother has the time, please feel free to do so. Guidance.”
Sheng Changfeng greeted Wei Chen warmly, and there was even a bit of reverence in his eyes when he looked at Wei Chen.
In Sheng Changfeng's eyes, Wei Chen and his second brother Changbai are both very powerful people. However, Changbai is a rigid person who only knows how to study and does not understand the elegance of poetry. He is not the same person as him, so Sheng Changfeng respects his second brother more than being close to him. .
Wei Chen, on the other hand, first became famous for his poetry, and later wrote many wonderful poems. He was obviously deeply immersed in poetry, and even more so, he had an appetite for Sheng Changfeng.
Both "Bamboo and Stone" and "On Poetry" are recognized as masterpieces among scholars. People like Sheng Changfeng who love singing about the wind and the moon have naturally recited and appreciated it countless times. However, the more they ponder it, The more I feel that the author is talented, far beyond my own comparison.
Later, Sheng Changfeng learned from Sheng Hong that the people who wrote these poems were actually his peers. Sheng Changfeng was shocked and even admired Wei Chen.
A young boy of eleven or twelve years old is the age to worship heroes. Naturally, Sheng Changfeng regarded Wei Chen as his idol, and he spared no effort to benefit his like-minded friends in the Haitang Poetry Club where he belonged.
Now, Wei Chen himself was actually standing in front of Sheng Changfeng. Sheng Changfeng was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He wanted to run back to the poetry club to show off to his friends.
Wei Chen didn't know yet that he still had a little fanboy like Sheng Changfeng in the Sheng family. Faced with Sheng Changfeng's enthusiasm, he just smiled and said politely.
"So you are Chang Feng. I heard from your second brother that you are talented and intelligent, no less talented than him. Uncle Sheng also often praises you. There is no point between you and me. We should communicate with each other and work together. That’s it.”
When Sheng Changfeng heard his idol comparing himself to him, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
Sheng Changbai, who was on the side, saw his younger brother's tail raised, and poured cold water on him at the right time: "Third brother, poetry is a minor path after all, and the classics and meanings are the most important. Don't put the cart before the horse. Brother Xingyun is also talented. Only in Zongheng can you study the meaning of the scriptures and take into account the poetry at the same time, but not everyone can learn it casually!"
"Don't worry, second brother, I know the truth."
Sheng Changfeng could naturally hear the warning in his second brother's words, but in his opinion, these words were just clichés. He didn't take them seriously at all and just changed the subject with a smile.
"Second brother, Brother Wei finally came to our house. You can't let him stay at home studying all day long. Wouldn't that mean our Sheng family doesn't treat guests well?"
"this……"
Sheng Changbai glanced at Wei Chen and said thoughtfully, "What you said makes some sense."
"What makes sense? It's obviously very reasonable! If dad knows that brother Wei came to Yangzhou and we didn't even take him to Slender West Lake, he will definitely blame us!"
Seeing that his second brother's tone had relaxed, Sheng Changfeng spoke more enthusiastically: "It just so happens that today is the poetry meeting held once in March, which is held on the painting boat in the center of Slender West Lake. When we go, we can not only enjoy the scenery of the lake and mountains, but also... Wen Huiyou is simply the best of both worlds!”
Sheng Changfeng's eloquent little mouth is a true legacy of his mother Lin Sushuang. In order to persuade Sheng Changbai, he brought up Wei Chen in every sentence and spoke eloquently.
Sheng Changbai was a little shaken when he heard this, and turned to look at Wei Chen: "Brother Xingyun, what do you think?"
