The speaker was a scribe in his thirties, with a fair complexion and a gentle temperament. He was dressed in a silk robe and had a fine jade pendant hanging around his waist. At first glance, he was a high-quality person with a good background. Mr. He suddenly felt good about him: "It's He. May I ask, sir, do you know me?" The scribe clasped his hands in his fists: "It's really He Jinshi. I'm Min Weida. I've admired He Jinshi for a long time. I didn't expect to see him today. I'm so glad to meet you!" As the name of the head of Jinghong Tower He came out, it was no longer a secret that she was from the He family of Zhending Mansion. But what was also reported at the same time was the scandal of the real and fake daughter of the He family, and the scandal that the stepmother forcibly took money from Jinghong Tower, which caused the Jinghong Tower to be closed for more than a month. There is no other way. Scholars exchange letters, and the Jinghong Literary Society is very popular. The origin of this literary society has long been spread to the capital. Moreover, there are also scripts based on it, and it is said that they have been placed in various bookstores in the capital. . So Mr. He is actually a celebrity now. Of course, he doesn't know it. Just like now, Min Weida takes the initiative to strike up a conversation with him. He is still a little complacent. He didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember him. After all, back then, Weng and his son-in-law were married. Being a Jinshi really made him stand out for a while. Min Weida looked like he was sorry for meeting him so late. He took Mr. He's hand and praised him. From Mr. He's magnanimity to Mr. He's poems, even Mr. He has not been able to recover so far. In Min Weida's words, this is not the same. The eldest man's filial piety moved heaven. After all, if it were not for the sake of keeping filial piety, he would not have become an official. Unknowingly, the two of them walked from Jinghong Tower to Baiwei Tower. When we arrived at Baiweilou, the waiter brought a table of banquets, which had obviously been prepared a long time ago.
Mr. He was surprised at this moment: "Mr. Min, this banquet" Min Weida sighed: "Brother He, I don't know. Ever since I read Brother He's poems, I have been admiring Brother He. I wish I could see Brother He immediately, appreciate Brother He's style, and know that Jinghong Tower is the property of Brother He's family." , I prepare a banquet here every day, just looking forward to seeing Brother He, drinking wine, singing poems, and talking about the past and the present with Brother He." That's it! Mr. He was very happy. He liked to write poems and had written many poems over the years. Min Weida was already reciting Master He's poems, one after another. Min Weida's eyes filled with tears: "Brother He should be as famous as Li Du!" Li Du? Mr. He straightened his back, did someone finally say that? Although his official career was not smooth, he still had poetry and a distant future. His eye circles were also red. Although some of the poems Min Weida recited were very unfamiliar, and Mr. He himself did not remember when they were written. However, this did not hinder his pride. It turned out that he had unknowingly When he was young, he had written so many magnificent or elegant poems. How could he not be proud and burst into tears. It wasn't until Baiweilou closed that the drunk Mr. He was helped to leave by his personal attendants. When he woke up the next day, he had no memory of what he had said to Min Weida. He only had poems and his glory in his memory. By the way, Min Xian’s younger brother’s name is Min Weida, Min? There were not many people with the surname Min. The first thing Mr. He thought of was the Empress Dowager in the palace, and the second thing he thought of was Yan's cousin. Yan's cousin was the Min family's aunt, and she almost became Princess Jin's daughter-in-law. Princess Jin passed away suddenly, and he and Yan felt regretful for a long time. When he was about to go out, Mr. He suddenly discovered that the jade pendant he was wearing was missing. It was replaced by a jade pendant that was much better than his. This jade pendant looked familiar. Mr. He took a closer look. I remembered, this is Min Xiandi’s jade pendant! Why is Brother Min Xian's jade pendant on him? Where is his jade pendant? Mr. He called for his entourage, but he didn't know it. At that time, he was dragged downstairs by Min Weida's entourage to have a meal. There was good wine and good food, and he was also drunk. Although Mr. He was a little strange, he quickly thought of the answer. It must have been yesterday that he and Brother Min Xian got into the mood and exchanged each other's jade pendants. Yes, that's it. They were already brothers. Isn't it normal to exchange jade pendants? What's more, Min Xiandi's jade pendant is much more expensive than his. Master He was secretly happy. He told himself that his secret happiness had nothing to do with the value of the jade pendant, but that he had made a close friend. He Ran couldn't be found yesterday. Mr. He didn't give up. He didn't dare to go to Lao Mansion, but he could go to Jinghong Tower. He Ran was the owner of Jinghong Tower, so she had to go to Jinghong Tower. Master He came to Jinghong Tower again, but still couldn't see He Ran. He was dejected and had no choice but to go back.
When passing by Baiwei Building, he couldn't help but look up and saw Min Weida sticking his head out of the window of the private room on the second floor and waving to him. Mr. He was overjoyed. We meet each other everywhere in life! Min Weida is still so enthusiastic, even more enthusiastic and friendly than yesterday. Think about it, they are already good brothers who can talk about poetry and Taoism. Mr. He asked about Min Weida's origins, and sure enough, Min Weida turned out to be the great-nephew of the Empress Dowager! The Empress Dowager had no biological nephews, and her only brother Min Qing was said to have been bitten to death by a python. However, the Min family was also a wealthy family in the early years, with prosperous descendants. Min Weida's father was the Empress Dowager's younger brother. Mr. He hurriedly said: "So, Brother Min Xian is still our cousin today?" Min Weida waved his hand quickly: "Don't say it, don't say it, how dare you, how dare you!" Mr. He was surprised and happy. The Min family was different from what it used to be. This was not the case when the Yan family could just carry their daughter in to be their aunt. Mr. He suddenly felt elated when he thought of the bad encounter he had suffered in Jinghong Tower these past two days. Now that he and Brother Min Xian were good friends, there was no need to look at the face of that fake. It was another day of reciting poems and composing poems, and another day when Mr. He was drunk and helped back to the inn. But this time, he was helped back together with his long attendant. Both the master and the servant were so drunk that they didn't know what was going on. But so what? Good wine, good banquets, good poetry, good people, and what was it that Min Xiandi promised him while he was drunk? Mr. He couldn't remember it, maybe it was a dream. Mr. He slept until three o'clock in the morning and still didn't wake up. The urgent battle report eight hundred miles ahead had already been sent to the capital on the morning dew. As soon as several pavilion elders arrived in front of the palace gate, the battle report arrived. The first battle between the official army and the Jin army was a disastrous defeat, and the official army retreated twenty miles. Don't underestimate this mere twenty miles. The Jin army has already defeated Pingshan Guards. The battlefield is only more than eighty miles away from Zhending Mansion. Now they have retreated another twenty miles. They will soon retreat to Zhending Mansion. If they retreat further, they will have to retreat. Beijing. The emperor has no master. Is the King of Jin going to attack the capital? Is he going to abdicate? No, he ascended the throne at the age of twelve and has only had three years. He has not sat in this chair enough. (End of chapter)