This man is about thirty-six or seventeen years old. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a long beard and a beautiful beard. He is not angry and has the air of a military commander, but he is dressed like a scholar:
Wearing a Confucian scholar's crown and a scholar's green shirt. The wooden clogs under the feet are also very particular. They seem to be in the style of the Tang Dynasty, but there are few identical styles today.
Just now, the wind was so fast and my body was so fast that I could move up and down without making any mess, which was very rare. He looked at the well-dressed woman and said, "Zhui'er, you are still so reckless. If you don't agree with me, you will draw your sword!"
The well-dressed woman felt aggrieved, pointed at Ye Wumian and said, "Uncle, why are you turning your elbows outward? It was obviously him who broke the green pine sword you gave him first!"
The man shook his head helplessly: "But before that, weren't you the one who let Chan Yi take action first, and then forced him to fight back and defend himself? If not, how could he have caused the disaster of a broken sword?"
The well-dressed woman said: "It's mainly because this little maid was overly polite. Before the master spoke, he spoke first. I asked Chan Yi to teach her a lesson. What does it matter?"
The man sighed: "Zhui'er, Zhui'er, it's useless for you to aspire to be a female general! You dance with guns and sticks all day long, thinking that you can imitate it well, but you never get it, and you just take a bite of the skin.
The so-called generals, regardless of master or servant, should treat them equally and share the joys and sorrows with their subordinates. Only then can they be worthy of the name "general". And in your heart, you are haunted by the concept of superiority and inferiority. This little maid just speaks before her master, and you are going to slap her mouth. You are so arrogant, even if you go to the battlefield, you are still a arrogant soldier. How many times do I, as your uncle, need to tell you the truth that a arrogant soldier will be defeated? "
After a conversation, he spoke with emotion, moved with reason, was strict but also taught. It can be said that he avoided past mistakes and avoided future mistakes, treated illnesses and saved people, and pretended to be a woman. He was so ashamed that he had no intention of provoking troubles.
Ye Wumian nodded secretly and said in his heart: "This uncle is a sensible person. With him here, Miss Tan's house should not suffer too much." She felt slightly relieved.
While each was thinking about his own thoughts, "Uncle" looked at Luo Xiangzhu, looked him up and down, marveled, and said with a smile: "But Jingyi's daughter, Xiangzhu? You and your mother look very similar, even though we are so far apart, With just one glance, I recognized him as a relative."
Luo Xiangzhu quickly greeted him and said, "That's right. Are you Uncle Jingcheng?"
When her mother was still alive, she talked about her brother Tan Jingcheng many times, saying that he had the demeanor of a general, was good at poetry, and was good at calligraphy. He was a rare all-rounder in both civil and military affairs.
When I saw the "uncle" in front of me today, his behavior and words all matched my mother's description. Moreover, the well-dressed woman who was most likely his cousin and called him uncle must be Tan Jingcheng himself.
Tan Jingcheng nodded and said, "Yes, it's me."
He gave up his previous gesture of trying to stop the fight, handed the folding fan and the book to a servant who hurried over, and said with a smile: "What do you mean by relatives? This is relatives. Even if you have almost never met, you can recognize each other when you meet for the first time - eh "Are you here alone? Why don't your parents come together? After so many years, it's time to feel relieved." He said with a sigh.
Luo Xiangzhu couldn't help it, tears burst from his eyes, and he choked: "My father and my mother, they are all gone!"
Tan Jingcheng's expression suddenly changed and he said, "What's going on?"
Suddenly he realized that this was still outside, not a place to talk, so he said: "Go in first, your grandma is at home today."
He winked at the servant behind him, and the servant took the old red-bearded horse to the stable first.
Ye Wumian carried the acacia wooden box and supported Luo Xiangzhu, and followed Tan Jingcheng into the house.
When passing by the big stone lion with half of its face cut off, Tan Jingcheng looked sideways slightly, picked up the broken sword tip on the ground, put it into his sleeve, looked at Ye Wumian, and said: "You have great martial arts, and you have done a good job in protecting Xiangzhu all the way. I will wait for you." I will reward you well."
Ye Wumian hurriedly said: "It's just my duty, how dare I reward you."
Tan Jingcheng stroked his long beard and praised: "Women are not inferior to men. You are a role model for women."
As he said that, he glanced at the well-dressed woman. The well-dressed woman snorted, not convinced.
Ye Wumian smoothed things over and said, "This aunt's marksmanship is extremely good. She is as good as Hua Mulan and beats Mu Guiying."
Several people passed through the gate, and after entering, there was another outer gate. On the door was a plaque with the four words "Haoran Zhengqi" written on it. The door was closed at this time.
Walked more than ten steps to the right, then turned left, and walked into a flower path, about a hundred feet away, stepped into the hanging flower door, turned around a screen, and arrived at the open courtyard. Walking further, you arrived at the main hall of the inner courtyard.
Tan Jingcheng ordered his maid to go to the backyard to invite the wife and other female relatives, and at the same time arranged for Luo Xiangzhu and others to sit down.
When Luo Xiangzhu first arrived at her grandmother's house, she was all about humility. After everyone else was seated, she chose the lowest seat and then went to sit.
Ye Wumian whispered: "Miss, you must not be humble at this time. Just take the position of the gun-playing aunt and sit opposite her, so that you are at her level."
Luo Xiangzhu nodded in agreement and sat forward according to his words.
Ye Wumian put down the box and stood behind her, looking at the well-dressed woman opposite. The woman rolled her eyes but said nothing.
Two swordsmen in green clothes and a female attendant, Chan Yi, were standing beside her with stars holding the moon in their arms.
Chan Yi glared at Ye Wumian and muttered something, but when the sound reached him, it was no longer audible. Judging from the shape of her mouth, she might be repeating "Give me back my sword."
Sleepless Night smiled, moved his mouth, and said silently: "It's too far away, it's inconvenient. I'll come and get it later, and I will return it to its original owner. By the way, don't forget to go to Uncle Tan to get the sword tip." , he just picked it up."
This series of words made Chan Yi confused and confused.
Tan Jingcheng sat down at the first seat in the middle. At this moment, a maid brought tea, fruits and snacks for everyone to enjoy.
Tan Jingcheng said: "Let's talk about business after Madam Tai arrives. Xiangzhu, Yuzhui, you two sisters can take this opportunity to get to know each other."
Luo Xiangzhu was the first to stand up and salute: "Is it Lin Yu who is from Aunt Jinghui's natal family? I often hear my mother mention you, saying that although you are a woman, you don't like female beauty, don't like red makeup, and prefer military uniforms."
When reading Mrs. Huarui's poems, she often slapped the railings in pieces. She once said, "One hundred and forty thousand people were all disarmed, and not one of them was a man." If I were here, I would make these men look good.' When Xiangzhu heard her mother talk about you like this, she often admired her but couldn't control herself. When she saw my sister today, she felt a strong, handsome and heroic aura coming to her face. Only then did I know that what my mother said was true. "
A rainbow fart made Lin Yuzhui burst into laughter. She was so elated that she jumped to the sky.
On the bright side, he frowned and questioned: "Aunt Jingyi and I have never met. How did this female general...how did she know about these things about me?"
Luo Xiangzhu smiled with tears in his eyes: "In the past ten years, Aunt Jinghui and my mother have exchanged many brocade letters, sometimes one letter every two or three months, sometimes several letters a month, and the ones we bought were all expedited by fast horses. Aunt Jinghui mentioned Aunt Yuchui many times in her letter. My mother read the letter and told it to me, so Xiangzhu learned about it."
