The two people entered the lobby together.
Xu Youzhen immediately sent someone to call Pu Ningmei out and make tea for Xu Yan.
For his son Xu Shiliang, the beauty he was unwilling to share seemed not so important to Xu Yan.
Although Xu Yan was a normal man, his inner character and aristocratic pride made him only glance at Park Ningmei.
At this glance, the poem written by Cao Zhi to his sister-in-law immediately emerged in Xu Chu's heart, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, as glorious as the autumn chrysanthemums, and as magnificent as the spring pines.
Although he secretly thought that he was so beautiful, so gorgeous, and that Uncle Xu was blessed with beauty, he never had a single bad thought either in his heart or in his own heart.
Looking at Xu Yan's face, Xu Youzhen nodded with satisfaction.
Hey, a character like the old Duke of Wei could actually give birth to such a good son. Could it be that Xu Chu has returned to his ancestors?
He was so envious in his heart.
At this time, Pu Ningmei was wearing a light green dress, with Sanqian Qingsi simply rolled up and draped over her shoulders, and the rest of her messy hair hung in front of her neck.
Over the years, Xu Youzhen has developed it extremely well, and its appearance has grown a lot compared to when it was first seen in North Korea.
When she was pouring tea, one could clearly see her soft and boneless jade hands, with light blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs, a few auspicious clouds drawn with silver thread, and a dense row of blue sea water clouds on the hem. The chest is a wide piece of light yellow brocade.
It makes people feel gorgeous and dusty, but they can also detect a hint of nobility from the dusty atmosphere.
Pu Ningmei first poured tea for Xu Youzhen, then turned around and poured some tea for Xu You.
The body gently turns and the long skirt spreads out, and the gestures are as graceful as the willows blowing in the breeze, which makes people have endless reveries.
"Master, young master, you have tea."
"Thank you, little aunt." Xu Yan said quickly.
In the palace of the Duke of Wei, Xu Chengzong, the Duke of Wei, had even younger roommates than Xu Er, and there were more than a dozen mistresses. But to Xu Er, whether it was the mistress or the bed-warming maid with a lower status, they were all servants, and he also I never called her aunt.
But in order to save Xu Youzhen's face, he made an exception.
After hearing Xu Yan's words, Pu Ningmei responded with a slight smile and did not reply. Although Pu Ningmei was very open in bed, it can be seen that Pu Ningmei's behavior was quite decent after meeting outsiders.
Xu Youzhen nodded: "Go back and rest."
"Yes, sir." Pu Ningmei said, then turned and left.
After Pu Ningmei left, Xu Yan said: "Uncle, there is no official business here. I just want to give my uncle something."
Xu Yan said, taking out a small box from his arms.
Then open it on your own.
Inside the box is an ancient book that looks a little dilapidated.
"This is a private collection at home. I heard from my father that it was a Taoist canon written by the land god Zhang Sanfeng more than a hundred years ago. I heard that my uncle has done a lot of research on this, so I gave it to my uncle. Come out and take a look."
Xu Yan stood up as he spoke, walked to Xu Youzhen's side, held the small box in both hands, and bent down to hand it to Xu Youzhen.
In fact, when Xu Youzhen heard Zhang Sanfeng's name, he was already shocked. He took the wooden box with trembling hands.
Xu Youzhen couldn't be too familiar with the name Zhang Sanfeng.
He is a figure who has achieved great success in Taoist cultivation, and is also said to be an immortal who has achieved eternal life.
My good friend, Taoist Master Qingxu, besides going down the mountain to swindle money, also sleeps on the mountain. Xu Youzhen asked him, why do you sleep during the day and sleep at night, as if you can't wake up? Of course, when Xu Youzhen said this, the implication was that he was talking about Qingxu. The Taoist priest is too lazy.
But this guy refused to admit it, and even boasted that he had seen Taoist Zhang Sanfeng in a dream. He came to him in a dream and told himself that he had great enlightenment and a destiny for immortality, and he should often dream to guide him in his practice.
That's why he likes to sleep. When he sleeps, he is just practicing.
If someone else said that he had the Daozang left behind by Zhang Sanfeng, Xu Youzhen would definitely not believe it.
But if it is said, this thing exists in the Duke of Wei's house.
Xu Youzhen would not doubt it at all.
My ancestor was Xu Da, let alone Daozang, it was possible to drink and play cards with Zhang Sanfeng.
Xu Youzhen gently took out the ancient book, feeling very excited, but in the end, Xu Youzhen still did not open it and check it.
He put the ancient book back again.
"I am a minister of the imperial court. I have long disbelieved in such foreign things..." Xu Youzhen said softly, and then handed it to Xu Yan.
Xu Youzhen said her final farewell to her good friend Taoist Master Qingxu a few years ago.
At that time, he abandoned his faith.
Now that he saw the Taoist scriptures left by Zhang Sanfeng, although he was very tempted, he still gave up.
If you pick it up again, you won't be able to quit.
"What's more, I don't have the luxury to inspect such a valuable treasure. If you are willing, you can return it to Wudang Mountain."
When she said this, Xu Youzhen's heart was bleeding.
The value of the Taoist scriptures left by Zhang Sanfeng cannot be measured in gold and silver. Not only is it a Taoist scripture, it is a supreme holy object. Even in the eyes of these secular people, it is a resounding existence.
After hearing what Xu Youzhen said, Xu Yan was slightly surprised: "Since uncle said so, I will send someone to Huguang to return it to Wudang Mountain in the name of uncle."
After finishing speaking, Xu Yan took the wooden box, then covered it and put it in his arms.
Xu Youzhen breathed a sigh of relief after watching Xu Yan put it away again, and then remained silent for a long time, seeming a little disappointed.
"Sit down quickly..."
"Yes, uncle."
After Xu Yan sat down again, Xu Youzhen said: "This time His Majesty is on a southern tour. Wei Guogong is the deputy envoy. He will first enter the capital and then follow the emperor."
"These fathers once told me that he will not be at home this year and will go to the capital to prepare."
Xu Youzhen nodded.
"This is what I want to say. If the Duke of Wei is unwell and reports to the court at the end of this year before entering Beijing, the court will make appropriate arrangements."
"When the time comes, I can arrange for you to accompany His Majesty instead of Duke Wei. The British Duke Datong is not on this list. Duke Ding is a bit impetuous and is not suitable to follow His Majesty. Duke Cheng is too old. Younger, when the time comes, the only Dukes who will come with His Majesty are Ning Guogong and Wei Guogong. If you replace your father and come with him, your future will be even brighter in the future."
After Xu Yan heard this, he hesitated slightly: "But my father is in good health..."
Xu Youzhen smiled when he heard the words: "Master Zuo said: Parents love their children, and they have far-reaching plans. Whether they are in good health or not is not a matter of his words..."
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