The current Empress Dowager Cilie and the Empress of Emperor Gaozong of Song Dynasty Zhao Gou.

Han Tuozhou called his aunt, and Wu Song called him aunt.

"Get the pigeons, I'll go home now and let the pigeons go. Tell Brother Jiang that there is no blood in this matter, so don't call me uncle in the future." After Wu Song said that, he looked at Han An: "Lao An, hurry up."

Han An saw Han Tuozhou nodded and quickly prepared paper and pen and a special seal.

Han Tuozhou wrote a very small fly-headed note in front of Wu Song. After Wu Song was sure, he got up and walked out. He also wanted to go back and ask someone to prepare a carrier pigeon.

The carrier pigeons in both residences are used in emergency situations and are fed by dedicated personnel. The monthly cost of a carrier pigeon is almost the same as usual, and there is also a meal before being released.

Soon, the pigeons from the two mansions took the pigeons out of Lin'an Mansion City with carriages.

From Lin'an to Yanzhou, the pigeons fly in a straight line and you can reach Yanzhou in one hour.

Lin'an Mansion, Qian's family.

When the head of the family was granted the title of county prince, the title was posthumously granted after death. When he was alive, Emperor Gaozong kept fleeing south and fleeing south. He finally came to the Liangzhe area. The Qian family paid money and people to work hard. There were two royal courtyards outside the palace where the Qian family had previously been in various courtyards.

Qian Xunyi, the head of the Qian family in his contemporary age, is already in his seventies.

His son is in his fifties, and Qian Hongxuan is standing aside with his hands down.

Qian Xunyi shook his head after reading for a long time. The stack of paper was the letter sent back from Yanzhou overnight.

Seeing his father shaking his head, Qian Hongxuan said, "Dad, I'll go to Yanzhou in person."

"What are you going to do?"

"Bring Ling'er back and give strict precepts."

"Need not."

"Who is Daddy shaking his head?"

Qian Xunyi pulled out one of the papers: "This word is so bad! It's far from worthy of this three-word poem, go and copy it."

"yes."

If Han Jiang heard this, she could only smile awkwardly.

In his previous life, he passed the sixth level of calligraphy level and was already considered a person who knows calligraphy. This article was written carefully by him, but he received a very bad review.

After the re-copied "The Rules of Disciples" was delivered to Qian Xunyi, Qian Xunyi started to read it seriously.

Qian Xunyi read the whole article three times and then leaned on the chair to meditate.

As a son, Qian Hongxuan naturally did not dare to disturb him and stood quietly aside.

After a long time, Qian Xunyi opened his eyes: "This is the Analects of Confucius, the Analects of Confucius for children."

"My son thinks so too."

"Well, take my post and say I'll invite him to order tea from West Lake."

Qian Hongxuan felt a little confused and quickly said, "Dad, the matter in the letter is not this article, but someone is going to propose marriage to our Qian family."

Qian Xunyi glanced at his son and smiled: "That's right, do you think you're confused about your elders? I know. That's why I asked him to order tea in West Lake."

"Dad, my seniority is too different. Besides, this son was originally the eldest son of Zhen'an Hou Mansion. He joined Han Jiefu as his adopted son. Now he is named Han Jiang. I heard that the name Tai Niang gave the name Qiaoshi."

"For the father, you have a shallow view. Let's do this. If the Han family asks for marriage, don't refuse or agree. Just say that the gift of marriage is lighter and let the child prepare a gift for his father himself."

"Dad, what kind of gift?"

"Let him think about it."

"Dad, I want to know."

Qian Xunyi picked up the page of paper: "The letter said that this son gave us the three rituals of the Qian family on the river. So for his father, he thought it was to preach, teach, and solve these three rituals. He also said that this "The Rules of Disciples" was his first lesson in school. You said, who can write such an article in our Qian family?"

"I can't guess."

"Yes, I just can't guess it. And do you think this article can be learned first?"

"No, it may be suitable for the third volume of elementary school."

"I'm curious about what the first book he learned was? It's not that he was embarrassed, and it might not be necessary to ask for this book. What I want to know for my father was that he said his teacher was from Qian, Wu Yue, so I want to know what he learned?" Qian Xunyi looked at "The Rules of Disciples" again: "First of all, this article should be said to be a book. Not to mention that Qian hasn't at all, I have never heard of it at this age of my father."

Qian Hongxuan asked: "Dad, now it's said it's a marriage."

"What I said for my father is to get married. This kind of marriage is not easy to get married, but it is not impossible to get married at all. Don't say anything to death, let's see."

"Yes, I understand." Qian Hongxuan knew that his father had made a decision.

Let’s talk about Han Jiang who is in Yanzhou.

Early in the morning, guests came to Hanfu Villa. In Yanzhou, the ones who could be called guests at this time were definitely not officials of the prefecture, nor were they from the Lu family. Han Jiang was the young king of the Hanfu family. They were considered servants, or disciples or half servants, and they were not considered guests.

The only guest is Qian Xinyao.

In the hall, two huge hardwood framed tents blocked Han Jiang and Qian Xinyao. The distance between them was seven feet and three inches. This was the distance agreed between the Qian family's Madam Wu and the Han family's Madam Mu, who had already been in retirement.

There are strict rules for the maids of the two families sitting, how to place the tea table, and how to place the incense burner.

More importantly, both of them were sideways and were not allowed to turn their heads casually. A maid sat by the gauze tent and stared at it. She was wearing a thick veil and sat on Qian Xinyao's side, and Qian Xinya's personal maid Danxia also sat on Han Jiang's side with a heavy veil.

Sort tea.

What is amazing?

The maid brought a cup of tea served in a black cup from Qian Xinyao to Han Jiang. The black tea bowl, green tea soup, and white tea foam formed a painting, with mountains and mountains stacked.

This is no longer an ordinary tea, this is water dance.

Works that cannot be completed by masters in tea making.

Han Jiang has seen some tea, and the level of color is to get a rabbit or a flower or something.

Han Jiangxu was in front of him.

I guess I won’t be able to practice for another ten years. This requires extremely high painting skills, and the difficulty is hell.

Qian Xinyao said softly at this time: "Give up."

Han Jiang didn't answer the conversation, and a maid had taken away the bowl of tea and sent it to the four old nannies. These four were old nannies from the Qian Mansion and the Han Mansion. Even though they were not of this level, they had a lot of experience in their lives and had the ability to distinguish between the top and bottom.

Han Jiang began to think about it, and it was too embarrassing to admit defeat.

The pattern of lace coffee in later generations is extremely different from the mountains and steep mountains like ink paintings. This is a comparison between first-class Chinese paintings and simple paintings.

After thinking for a while, Han Jiang whispered: "Shadow."

"Shaojun." Ying came to Han Jiang.

"Prepare cream, black tea, powdered sugar, black beans, and a little bright red dried flowers. Also, prepare to open a tea bowl."

"Shaojun, I'm afraid I won't be able to find fresh milk in a short time, so I'm not Lin'an."

"Use egg whites and beat until they are brushed for an inch."

"Yes." Ying retreated and prepared for Han Jiang.
Chapter completed!