When Han You was in Beijing, he was as idle as Lu Baichuan. He spent all day doing this and that in the small courtyard.
Now when I return to Beijing, there is an endless stream of people visiting.
The first day I had a drink with King Yan, and the next day Shangshu Ling Zhou Zhenghuai came again.
Lao Zhou was like his biological uncle, and Han You did not dare to neglect him. He treated him to a family banquet, and all three ladies who were not serious ladies came to see him.
Looking at the big-bellied woman Wu Mingyue, Lao Zhou was as happy as if he was about to see his grandson born.
It can be seen that after Zhou Zhenghuairong was promoted to minister, his body became stronger and his face was glowing.
Other high officials in the court are just fighting for power, but Lao Zhou is better. Being an official is just to have fun and be carefree. In the past, the six departments were the best, and now they are still the best. The three provinces are the best, wherever they go, they will be there. , enjoy yourself.
Lao Zhou drank a lot and slept in the villa. He left before dawn the next day and went to court.
Han You had to admire this. There were so many officials in the court, regardless of those who were in court or those who were waiting for court. They ranged from early twenties to seventies and eighties. It was as if they were programmed the moment they put on official robes. , get up and go to court at the right time, never delaying the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Hangover Han You decided to get down to business and go to various Beijing camps to see if he could pick out some "elites".
After riding a horse and taking his younger brother with him, they went to three camps, but Han You gave up.
The Beijing camp was indeed well-deserved. Looking at the so-called troops defending the capital, each and every one of them looked like they were defeated by human beings. It really made Han You lose any interest.
The troubled Han You returned to Four Seasons Villa and continued to meditate.
In fact, this kid didn't know the inside story. Ever since Han Bairen became the general of Zhuguo, he trained the troops in the Beijing camp like Sun Tzu. Isn't it like human beings were completely defeated? Mainly because Han You didn't ask, but whenever he asked Dad, not to mention getting hundreds of elites, it won't be a problem to carefully select those who are worthy of the stage.
In the afternoon, just after dinner, guests came again. The Chen family and his son, Chen Yongzhi, the right minister of the Ministry of Justice, brought their eldest son, Chen Yuan, the youngest director of the Ministry of Works, to visit.
Again, the right minister of the Ministry of Punishment had already crossed the minimum threshold for making friends with Han You. In addition, the relationship was usually good, so Chen Yongan considered himself Han You's protégé, and then held banquets and drinks.
Seeing Han You, Chen Yu'an, who had just returned from Changyuan to practice the official road, was very excited. He talked about his mentor, and wanted to kneel down and kowtow several times, but Chen Yongzhi was stunned to get up.
It's not that Chen Yongzhi found this humiliation, the main reason was that he had already knocked three times and his forehead was red, and he would easily bleed if he knocked again.
Life is so wonderful. When Han You and Chen Yuan met for the first time, they were still on a flower boat when they tried to snatch a girl.
Looking at now, one is sitting there like a father, and the other is pouring wine like a grandson with a dogged face.
But Han You has also done it. Everyone who follows him knows that when you need money, you give people, and you give them what you ask for. If something goes wrong, Han Shaoyin will be the one to bear it. If there is pressure, it is Han Shaoyin who will shoulder the responsibility. Without Han You saying a word, a group of young men and thugs swarmed up. They were all from the prince to the banker. They might not know each other when they meet each other. Once it is confirmed that they are following Han You, then everyone is a member of the same boat. Just roll up your sleeves and do it.
This is also the most striking feature of the small gang headed by Han You.
Others who form a gang, whether they are fellow villagers, fellow government officials, or fellow clan members, must think twice before doing anything they encounter, considering interests, exchanges, and gains and losses.
Only Han You's gang, screw you, just do it. If anyone provokes one of your own, everyone will fight together.
Han You likes to be lively, so Lu Baichuan, Jiang Zhui, and Zhu Shang are all at the table. Let's drink. There is nothing to do at night anyway.
Chen Yongzhi, the minister of the Ministry of Justice, was not very good either. After drinking a few bottles, he started to lose his temper and began to pour out his bitter words. Why was it not easy to be an official with his background? Why was it not easy to raise a son? Why was it not easy to raise a son? It's not easy, mainly because it's not easy to raise a son, and it's not easy for a son to make a career now.
Chen Yongzhi was confused for a long time, while Han You listened with a smile.
After Chen and his son left, Han You returned to the bedroom, Wu Mingyue had gone to bed, Zhongsun Wushuang went to the theater, and Sikong Zhao helped him dress and wash.
Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Han You looked at the still young face in the mirror, and the more he looked at it, the more something was wrong.
"Why do I feel so old?"
"The husband never grows old."
Sikong Zhao hugged Han You's neck and rubbed it, with a faint smile on his face. The smile was called happiness and pride.
He came to the unfamiliar capital. Although he had never left Four Seasons Villa, he was as smart as Sikong Zhao and had already figured out many things.
Don't talk about anything else, just come to the villa to find Han You's people, princes, ministers, nobles, ministers, temple ministers, who are not the big shots in the court who influence the fate of the country.
Not to mention that there are dozens and dozens of greeting cards and invitations sent every day, all with names. Even those at the rank of minister have to use greeting cards with a humble attitude.
Sikong Zhao liked the way Han You looked at the greeting card and threw it into the stove impatiently. He was very handsome and cool.
"The one who grows old is the husband, I think..."
Han You didn't know what to say. In the past, he just "brought" Zhou Yan, but he didn't feel much. Then it was Chen Yu'an, then Zhou Tong, then Feng Bai, and it was his father who brought his children. They all look the same. I leave our son to you. Don’t worry, I’ll beat him if he doesn’t obey!
Han You and these "old dads" were still friends of the same generation, and he felt that he was "old" without even realizing it.
After looking at the bronze mirror for a while, Han You suddenly grabbed Sikong Zhao's arm and showed a tacit smile.
Sikong Zhao knew Han You so well that he looked embarrassed. After hesitating for a few seconds, his eyes lit up and he knelt down.
After half a stick of incense, Han You looked embarrassed: "You know, I'm not usually like this."
"Oh, I know." Sikong Zhao finished rinsing his mouth and smiled charmingly: "I am in a hurry to go to the theater to watch a show."
After saying that, Sikong Zhao left the courtyard and took the two maids to watch the theater.
Han You was so angry that his nose was crooked. His feelings were deceived by Sikong Zhao, but when he thought about it, it was true that it was true.
After stretching a lot, Han You went up to the second floor and climbed onto the bed quietly. As soon as he reached the bed, the sleeping Wu Mingyue was wrapped around him like an octopus.
Han You slowed down his breathing and slowly fell asleep, with a faint smile on his lips.
Perhaps God also felt that Han You was living too comfortably, so a maid came up.
Han You sat up carefully and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Master, His Royal Highness the King of Chu is outside, saying that His Highness the King of Zhao wants to see you."
"King Zhao?"
Han You thought for a moment: "Oh, you mean the third child...uh, His Highness King Zhao."
The maid was not old, but quite old, nineteen or thirty-six. She put on clothes for Han You with a red face.
Unknowingly, Han You also "followed the Romans". When he first debuted, he was very repulsive to maids, maids and the like to serve him in dressing and washing.
As there were more and more wives, it was not suitable to have all the ladies like Wang Hai, so Zhu Shang asked Zhongsun Wushuang and Wu Mingyue, and finally selected twelve maids in the villa.
There are three ladies, three maids each, and the remaining three maids, Afu Aman, serve Zhongsun Wushuang.
Since arriving at the villa, Afu Aman has obviously become a bit high. Zhongsun Wushuang forced the sisters to lose fat, and the three maids mainly supervised them.
After getting dressed and going downstairs, His Highness Can Gui had a fawning smile on his face.
"Shao Yin, you are already asleep."
"What?" Han You, who was just a little sleepy, yawned: "If you fart, let it go."
"Third brother wants to see you."
"Why are you seeing me? Where is he?"
"It's in the Yidao camp prison."
"The ground..." Han You slapped his forehead. He had been so busy these days that he forgot about being locked up in the dungeon for his third son.
At that time, Han You was furious because of the third child's taking credit. In a fit of anger, he kicked Zhou Ben twice and sent Guanyi to prison. However, it had been so long that the prince had forgotten about him.
Han You said angrily: "You are too careless. He is a prince after all, and he has not been released for so long. Go quickly, release him, and bring him here."
Zhou Tong is very upset. If you don't say anything, we won't dare to let him out.
The worry was over, the brother was able to see the light of day again, and Zhou Tong ran away in a hurry.
Wang Hai from the courtyard next door probably heard the sound, opened the door and walked in. He didn't say anything and boiled water to make tea.
After waiting for a while, Zhou Tong hadn't come back yet, and Lu Baichuan came in with a gloomy expression.
"Shao Yin, I have found out clearly that there are indeed seven Condor Shooters among the Goguryeo delegation."
"Brother Chuan, you can do some serious work now."
"I asked Jiang Chai to go to Honglu Temple to ask."
Han You: "..."
Just when he was about to say something, Zhou Tong came back, taking his old Zhou Bi with him.
Zhou Ben was disheveled and looked disgraceful. He had lost a lot of weight and had no energy at all.
The old soldier at Yidao Camp was very considerate and followed the local customs. He changed the old man who was wearing a Confucian robe into a prison uniform.
After coming in, Zhou Ben took a deep breath: "Student, I realize my mistake."
"Just admit your mistake."
Seeing Zhou Ben's embarrassment, Han You, who had lost his anger, softened his heart: "It's good if you can correct your mistakes and correct them. It's just right. Tell me about Lanshan Academy."
Zhou Ben's expression changed slightly: "Students dare to ask why Shaoyin asked about Lanshan Academy."
"Why else? I'll uproot it in the future."
"This..." Zhou Tong hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, student... I have no comment."
Zhou Tong sighed deeply. He had never noticed before that the third child was quite resistant to beatings.
