The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Song Manji spent the night at Boss Mai's, and went straight to work at the restaurant in the morning, never going home at all.Song Wei missed a day's work and slept until evening, and he was alive and kicking like a hero again.

When the mother and son met each other at night, the son teased the mother: "Mom, when is Uncle Mai going to welcome you?"

Song Manji's face turned red, but it was caused by joy.He slapped his son and said, "I'm already old, so why don't you welcome me or not. When you bastard settles down, mother's heart will also settle down."

Song smiled and said, "Does this mean that my Uncle Mai is waiting for you at any time? My son can't ask him to compete. I will send you off here at any time."

Xianxi is open to folk customs. Although it also encourages festivals, it does not restrict widows from remarrying.Fanfang Husu is more rough and casual. Song Manji's marriage to Mai Asa is completely a good thing that everyone likes to hear.

Song Manji spat on her son, and suddenly said solemnly: "Mother has raised you so much, I can't care about more. I just hope that you will start a family and start a business sooner, and don't continue to waste your time. Look at yourself, you are in your early twenties People who are born in the race know all day long that they will be killed in the racecourse and gossip in the brothel. You have no worries. Can you compare with others?..."

Mother nagging mode is fully activated.Song Wei listened to each other, nodded her head, and acted as a filial piety.When my mother really entered Maasa's door, it might not be convenient to listen to this complaint.After all, Song Manji was not too strict, nor worried.It's just a matter of inertia, plus good things are coming, it is inevitable to panic, and use scolding his son as a sedative.

According to her careful observation over the past two months, her son does take Juju as a living.Following the young master of the Weng family, he didn't pick up any bad habits.What?whoring?Hey, I'm afraid he can't afford whoring.Song Wei pays part of her mother's salary every month, and the rest is pocket money.What is used to prostitutes is extra income, neither stealing nor robbing, honor, ability.Of course, judging is not a long-term job, Song Manji has figured it out, with her son's cleverness, he can get acquainted with a bunch of local nobles, and when he is older, it will not be a problem to get a job.At first, he was a little bit like a soldier, but after looking at it for so long, he was too sensitive.

And that Dugu Xiaohou who came and went in a hurry.There is only one Hou Ye named Dugu in the Xianxi Dynasty, and that is Xianhou.However, even if the name is as famous as Marquis Xian, when he was in the palace, he only heard of the name occasionally.The young Lord Hou happened to have contacts with people in Fanfang, so it must have nothing to do with the past.The capital is thousands of miles away from the west, so it's better to be calm and let nature take its course.

After all, it has been more than twenty years.The older Song Wei grew up, the more he resembled his biological mother, no one would think of his father.Ordinary people, even princes and officials, how many people have seen the demeanor of Hexi Zhaoyi back then?Who still remembers the innocent mother and child who were buried in the sea of ​​fire in the deep palace?Back then when I was living here, the child was still in its infancy, less than a hundred days old, no one had ever doubted that Xiao Yin was not his own.Also, no one ever doubted that Song Manji was not from the Gelan tribe of Huihe.Marrying Mai Asa is tantamount to taking root in this fanfang, Song Wei and Song Xiaoyin, just stay hidden forever.

Golden branches and jade leaves, born to suffer, are nothing like rubble and grass roots, which grow horizontally and vertically, strong and strong.

Song Manji suppressed her heart and sighed, like all the mothers in the world who berate their sons, she concluded with helplessness: "Forget it, you still get annoyed by talking too much. Don't you know that you are your mother? Bow your head and admit your mistake, and never change it. When did you develop it?" Stinking problem? Will you still have this kind of virtue when you come to your daughter-in-law in the future? I must find you a powerful lady to treat you severely!"

Song Wei shuddered, salivating, and said: "Mother, the sages have said that they stand at thirty. I'm still early from thirty, so you don't have to worry about it so early. As long as you live well, I will live well." Isn’t it good? I want to be talented and good-looking for your son, and I’m afraid I won’t have a wife? A joke!”

Song Manji was amused by his flirtatious expression: "Go, don't be serious with me! After a while, the head of the workshop will come to collect your service tax. You can figure out a way by yourself, and save the money you put with your mother for future marriages. "

In the Xianxi Dynasty, taxes were not heavy.Twenty percent of the men served twenty days a year, and those who did not serve were offset by taxes, half a piece of silk or two hundred copper coins.For Song Wei, after playing polo for ten years, he came out.But when it came to money, he thought of the benefits that the Mu family should give him.Businessmen are used to taking care of face, and Mu Qiye is not a short-sighted person, so he should take the initiative to find him instead of going to the door to ask for it, otherwise it would be too ugly.

The next day, Song Wei went to practice in the eastern suburbs of Linzi as usual.

There are only more than two months left before the Double Ninth Festival, the Double Ninth Festival is here, the weather is getting colder, and the first snow is not far away. Every family is starting to prepare for the winter and the new year, and the collective bow-kowling activities will gradually stop.Therefore, the autumn Jujube Competition in Chongyang is actually the last Jujube event of the year.Except for the strong and independent teams like Weng Mansion and Xue Mansion, the rest of the interested families formed a joint team to compete.Because of the heated discussion about this matter, the best soldiers in the army were unwilling to be lonely, so they actually pulled out two teams as special drills.Each family recommended the benefactor book of the government office to be the clerk, and finally decided on eight teams.The most direct elimination system is adopted, where two pairs face each other, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated.Simple and exciting.

In the last match with Xue Mansion, Weng Mansion won by a narrow margin of one point.In the next game, the male and female will be decided again, and the ending is very unpredictable.And for the first time against a player in the upper army, without knowing the details, it's hard to say what the battle will be like.Therefore, Weng Huan was nervous and excited, and urged his subordinates to strengthen training.

Song Wei took half a day off and was absent from work for another day. She was thinking about how to explain to her employer, but she saw a large group of people sitting around the court instead of going to practice. Dirty stories.

Seeing it was him, Weng Huan repeatedly waved: "Miaozhi is here? Come quickly! You bastard, where did you get lazy yesterday? Did you go to Sajin Street? Did you hear about Xue San's joke?"

Song Wei secretly thought, what kind of joke did Xue Sanlang make, to make the Weng family gloat like this.He said with a smile: "Young Master Nineteen, I'm sorry that I sent my friend to drink too much the day before yesterday, and I didn't come here yesterday because I was hungover. I missed the wonderful experience of Third Young Master Xue, so please ask Young Master Nineteen to make up for Song Wei's regret."

Weng Huan laughed loudly: "You don't know? What a pity! Xue San was beaten in the Liqing Building! He was kicked down the corridor at the door of My Lady's Fragrant Boudoir, haha! He is still not convinced , Gather a group of people to rob in the middle of the night, who knows that the other party is very good at kung fu, beat him five tuberculosis and seven wounds, it has been three days, and he still can't get up on the bed! What! Haha..."

Because Weng Huan's image is far inferior to that of Xue Xuan, his face has always been very unpleasant to see.After inquiring, Xue Sanlang was beaten into a pig's head, which was more enjoyable than winning the bow.

Song Wei pinched his fingers, wasn't it the day that Mr. Xue went to Fanfang to buy him off?It turned out that I went to have a romantic relationship with my mother that night.It is really rare that Xue San would be beaten in the border of Xidu.It is said that the strong dragon can't overwhelm the local snake. How can this be so powerful?

No matter what, he couldn't think of Dugu's body, so he laughed.Players from Xue's Mansion were implicated by this, which affected their bow-kicking ability to some extent. The morale of everyone in Weng's Mansion rose sharply, and they practiced more and more.It's okay to take this joke out and talk about it, to relieve fatigue.

Weng Huan is really a good employer, so Song Wei cheered up, served him attentively, and devoted all his energy to practice.Taking advantage of Xue San's dormant recovery, Weng Huan bribed a small steward in the army, and sneaked into the camp with Song Wei and other key members to watch the soldiers practice.Those selected from the army, needless to say their physical fitness, but their riding and ball skills may not be outstanding.As long as the cooperation is in place and the strategy is appropriate, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Half a month later, Song Manji sent his son a message from Mu Qiye: "Qi Ye told you to go to Mu's shop in a few days." After finishing speaking, she looked at him vigilantly, "Xiao Yin, don't you think so?" Without telling mother, you agreed to Qiye and went to run away again?"

Song smiled: "Mother, where do you think you are going? Didn't the Mu family just receive a reward from the court? I have a share of the credit for this matter, and Seventh Lord wants to share the benefits with me! Mother, just wait, let's I'm going to get rich, haha..."

Seeing her son's face beaming with joy, and remembering Mu Qiye's words of praise for this bastard, Song Manji suddenly felt that her son, who had been raised for more than twenty years, seemed to have suddenly grown into an unexpected appearance. Do things that make people dumbfounded.Thinking carefully, it seems that he is not completely ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth. On the surface, he is foolish and unreliable, but in fact he has not been too outrageous underneath.

My son is a smart boy.

Sighing lightly: "Mom doesn't expect you to get rich..."

Song Wei nodded and continued: "I know, I know, do you want to make progress steadily? Don't worry, mother, I will, I will."

Song Manji saw him being lazy and perfunctory, sighed again, and stopped talking.

The day after tomorrow is a ten-day rest, Song Wei plans to see Mu Qiye that day.The next day, when I returned home from work, a handsome maidservant in Tsing Yi was waiting outside the door with two servants.

Song Wei pointed to her nose in surprise: "Are you looking for me?"

The little maid made a salute: "Young Master Song, don't you remember your servant? The servant is serving by my mother's side, and I just saw you not long ago."

Song Wei took a closer look, and it did seem familiar.He still remembers that romantic night, and he was extremely relieved to find that he still retained his aesthetic taste for the opposite sex, but he hesitated before the passion that was difficult to mobilize. In the end, he decided to give himself a little buffer, and slowly figured it out, and got the other party's unreserved cooperation.That night was beautiful and romantic, like the shadow of flowers outside the curtain, the fragrant breeze on the water surface, the valley of love was not shallow, but it was very sentimental.From this, Song Wei had a pretty good impression of My Lady.

It's strange to say, but what happened twenty days ago, when I think about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago.Song Wei knew exactly where the crux was.Although you can rely on others, but in the final analysis, it is still your own problem.

Since Dugu left, he has never been free, or in other words, not in the mood to think about this question.At this moment, being provoked for no reason, I suddenly feel deeply melancholy.Holding the rein of the donkey in his hand, he stood at the side of the street in front of his house, with long-distance eyes, deep expression, slender and tall figure, endlessly chic in loneliness.

Dugu Houye is really the nemesis in this life.Whenever Song Wei strives to change his destiny with self-improvement, he will be hit hard by this man unexpectedly.Song Wei thought melancholy: Maybe it's because I was too deliberate, I deliberately wanted to escape, so I couldn't escape, I deliberately tried to prove it, so I couldn't prove it.Might as well... just let it go.

Song Xiaolang, in melancholy, was full of philosophical thinking and poetry from head to toe.

The little maid looked at him fascinated: "Young Master Song?"

Song Wei woke up suddenly, showing a smile: "Sorry, what do you want from me?"

The little maid blushed.She thought that Mr. Song's melancholy was due to her own master, and she secretly thought that the amorous young master missed her so much, her heart was beating non-stop.He took out a beautiful letter box and handed it over: "My mother sent me to send a letter to the young master, please have a look at it, and please give me a reply, young master."

Song Wei opened the letter box and took out the letter paper.Huanhua paper dyed with hibiscus juice, with a few lines of beautiful small characters written on it.Mrs. Wei's small script with hairpin flowers, Song Wei can't name it, but thinks it's unreasonable for a female branch girl to write like a champion.

The four-line poem on the letter paper reads: "Extraordinary treasures gather in Fanfang, like jade and pearls imitating Song Lang. The east is far away from the west market, why should we join hands in the cloud hall?"

"Yuntang" is the name of the most famous Western Region spice shop on Fanbo Street.Song Wei thought about it, and asked the little maid: "My mother wants to come to Fanfang for shopping, so ask me to accompany her, right?"

The little maid said with a smile: "Young master is very literary."

Song Wei accepted her flattery calmly: "I'll be off in the next day, I'm free. Please tell my mother, I'll be waiting under the East Archway in the West Market in the afternoon." After finishing speaking, she took out a few copper coins and put them in her palm.

The little maid came back happily, and before leaving, she blinked slightly at Song: "Young Master Song, the name of this servant is Xiao Chu, who plays the flute and is in charge of it."

Song Wei waited for her to go far away before touching her nose belatedly. "Blowing the flute and blowing the pipe" - I was... being molested by the little girl?