Zhang Juzheng smiled and said, "It turns out that the Marquis's words have a different meaning, but that's just a reckless one." At this time, someone outside the courtyard sang and preached: "Governor Guo from the East Factory has arrived," as he spoke, Guo Shuronghua walked in slowly from the door, wearing a white, pink round-necked silk shirt, a jade belt, a golden toad next to it, a shoulder, and a corner of the clothes, and a few white, tender and curly yellow peonies. When he walked, the flowers and leaves moved with his clothes, and his heroic posture was radiant and energetic.

All the officials stood up to greet the governor. Guo Shuronghua smiled and walked in the dark official uniform. He felt like a flock of chickens passing by cranes and silver flowing by the moss. He came to Chang Sihao's table. He bowed deeply to Xu Jie and said, "Ronghua greets the elders, may the elders be healthy and healthy, and be prosperous and safe forever."

Xu Jie smiled and said, "The governor doesn't have to be too polite, please take your seat quickly."

Guo Shuronghua glanced at Zou Yinglong and smiled and said, "What a status Ronghua is? How can he have a seat with several seniors?" Chang Sihao smiled and pulled open the chair: "This is a banquet for the seniors, why should the governor be polite to him?" Guo Shuronghua smiled and said, "It was a cross-border official, and he thanked Chang Sihao and sat beside him.

Chang Sihao deliberately tilted his body, smiled and pretended to be angry: "Today is the day for the grandpa, why is the governor late?"

Guo Shuronghua made up his clothes and was steady. Then he said "Oh" and said with a smile: "Nanzhen Fushi came to report that a thief from Juhao Pavilion appeared in Yunmeng Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing and robbed their two suspects. Ronghua was busy with defense patrols, so he was one step late."

Chang Sihao was shocked and thought that the people from Juhao Pavilion had already withdrawn to Jiangnan, so how could they appear in the capital again at this time? Huijian Villa is in Yunmeng Mountain, and Xu Da and Xu Er were besieged there. Could it be that Xu Jie sent someone to save his son? Looking sideways, Xu Jie looked a little stunned and said nothing, and thought: "No, Xu Jie should have broken contact with the people of Juhao Pavilion. Besides, Guo Shuronghua only said that the suspect was robbed, and it may not be their two brothers."

Li Chunfang, Chen Yiqin and Zhang Juzheng couldn't hear anything special in their words, so they just smiled. Zou Yinglong leaned over with wine and said with a smile: "The governor will arrive late, and he will be punished with a glass of wine."

Guo Shuronghua's back was pressed against the back of the chair and asked, "When will Lord Zou return to Beijing?" Zou Yinglong said, "It's just here today," Guo Shuronghua smiled and said, "It's true that the people in the inner court are. Lord Zou should tell us when he comes back. It's good to teach Ronghua to buy wine to welcome the adults." Chang Sihao couldn't hear any mistakes in this sentence, but Xu Jie knew very well that the officials who were released did not return to Beijing without authorization and did not report to the department. This was actually not in line with the rules.

He smiled and said, "The governor doesn't know anything. Yun Qing is in Jiangxi to supervise the salt administration. Now the Ministry of Works is vacant and is waiting for someone to use it. I am going to transfer him back to Beijing and serve as the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Works. Therefore, he recalled him in advance to avoid document exchanges and delay time," Guo Shuronghua said, "Oh, then you have to congratulate Lord Zou," he took the wine and smiled in his hand, raised it slightly, and congratulated Zou Yinglong. When the people around him heard this, they raised their glasses and greeted Zou Yinglong from afar.

Zhang Qi sat in a small corner beside the west, stretched his neck to see Chang Sihao's table talking lively, and he couldn't hear it clearly. However, people and people passed on the word, and it came to his ears soon after. When he heard that the Pavilion Master gave Zou Yinglong the Right Assistant Minister of Works, he immediately splashed his head like cold water. He stayed there for a while and couldn't speak. He sucked his mouth and gritted his teeth. The deskmate didn't know what he was doing. He looked at it for a while and was spontaneously timid, but he saw him suddenly regaining his soul and holding the bowl with his left hand.

He inserted his right hand and danced the dishes into his own bowl. In a moment, he stacked them into a small tower similar to that. He buried his head and started eating. He saw his teeth passing by the white horse and quickly turned the snow. The spoon of water turned into the valley and raised the shovel. The dishes were "supported" like rolling yellow grass when they entered the throat. The soup was "gulp" and the sea was drunk. It was like a mad woman pulling a bathtub and splattering the soup. It was as if she was hungry that the donkey stretched the reins and chewing the peonies wildly. Instantly, she ate the navel stems and turned the flowers, her eyes were bulging, and her lung leaves floated and her belly was round.

After eating, Zhang Qi pushed the bowl and chopsticks, leaned his body to the back of the chair, and wiped the hot sweat from the forehead. Several officials at the same table looked at him with chopsticks in their hands, and they were stunned. A maid came over and removed the empty plate and replaced it with more than a dozen new dishes like flowing water. The last one steadily placed the blue and white jade soup basin, with a slender finger, and turned his head and smiled: "The first round of main courses are served, and several adults use it slowly," Zhang Qi tilted his head and looked at her straight: "The main courses, the first round, and there are still several rounds," the maid said: "In addition to the appetizer just now, there are four rounds of main courses. Each round is made up of 16 selected dishes from the four major dishes of Sulu, Sichuan and Yunnan cuisine, with a total of 64 dishes." After saying that, he smiled faintly, and the fragrant wind in his sleeves quietly retreated.

Zhang Qi held his stomach and savored it, and then he realized that what he had just eaten was cold dishes, no wonder it was so crispy. Now, looking at the table full of steaming delicious dishes, his eyes gradually grew bigger and he burped "gu", but he said that he could not even make any gaps.

The housekeeper of Xu's mansion walked into the courtyard, looked at the third young master, and said a few words in front of him. Xu Ying smiled and followed him down for a moment to return. He added a roll of red silk in his hand, and said to the officials: "I have a wonderful text here. I wonder if you are interested in viewing it."

All the officials were supposed to be a show to cheer up, and they all said it in unison. Some people heard him say it was a wonderful text, which was equivalent to shaking the suspense and laughed secretly that he didn't know how to motivate the audience's emotions. Xu Ying shook his wrist in the wind, spreading the red silk to half of his body, revealing the red-bottomed gold characters inside. When he looked carefully, there was a big character in the center, and there were four palm-sized characters on both sides. At the bottom, there were dozens of small characters in the small characters, which were as big as a fist, and dozens of small characters in the small characters in the small characters. Although these characters were written in longevity, the brushwork was different. Some people who knew calligraphy were praised as soon as they fell into their eyes and said, "Thin gold is thin and strong. When writing is easy to disperse, it must be made by small characters in the inch square to easily demonstrate its strength, show its beauty and highlight its spirit. Now this book is as big as a bucket, it is stretched and circumcised, with no sign of separation. The skill can be seen as different."

Xu Jie, Li Chunfang, Chen Yiqin, and Zhang Juzheng were all very knowledgeable about calligraphy. The word "Dahou" in the middle is in a thin gold style. They naturally saw it when they looked at it. When they heard this comment, they all nodded slowly, as if they expressed their agreement. Seeing the four elders like this, they naturally focused on praising them more. Only Wang Shizhen was watching quietly, as if he was thinking about the brushwork, and as if he was thinking about something, he didn't say anything.

Zhang Juzheng said: "Although these thin gold characters are good, in terms of brushwork, they are not as good as the eight on both sides. Especially the first character on the right, the bones are strong and the flesh is rich and the spirit is heavy. It is the brushwork of Xu Hao and Xu Jihai of the Tang Dynasty. Li Zhao's "Guoshi" says: 'It is easy to make thin and hard, but it is difficult to work with fat and strong.' The characters of Ji Hai are rich and broad, especially difficult to learn. If you are not careful, you will have a full of ink pigs. However, when you look at this character, it is not only profound in Ji Hai's beauty, but also has three more interesting things in the workmanship. In addition to harmony, it has a different kind of organic pivot."

Li Chunfang smiled and said, "Uncle is very bad. Although Xu Hao's regular script is good, it is too steady. He is very quiet and elegant. He is far inferior to Huaisu cursive script on the second right, fourth right right, Zhiyong cursive script on the first left, and Lu Ji cursive script on the first left. Especially this cursive script is written in a simple and simple manner and is naturally interesting, and is definitely not comparable to other words."

Lu Ji was from Huating, Songjiang during the Western Jin Dynasty. He was a fellow villager with Xu Jie. He singled out the word "Shou" and praised it. The officials understood their intentions and responded to each other. They all said that Huating was outstanding. Seeing Chen Yiqin's face of disdain, Li Chunfang smiled and said, "Why, Mr. Chen, you have any objections to Xiao Ke's argument," Chen Yiqin said, "How dare you?" Li Chunfang smiled and said, "Sir, we are far from enough. Today is a good time, and we are all close friends and guests. Why not speak freely and let us know when we are enlightened?" All the officials knew his thoughts and joined in the fun.

"Li Cifu's praise is hard to be aware of, but..." Chen Yiqin said to the Shou copybook: "To be honest, Lu Ji's words are light and distasteful, and there is no excuse. Nowadays, people can see the ancient style. It is useless to imitate the study. Huaisu is a crazy Buddhist, and Zhiyong is an obsessed man in Buddhism. It is not worth discussing. The right-hand character Xu Hao is only proficient and practiced, and there is no fun to say. The left-hand fourth is used as the corpus luteum. Huang Tingjian himself pursues interest and uses too strangeness, which leads to the fact that he is very familiar with the word "Xu Hao".

The structure is inconsistent, and the farther away from the superior calligraphy. Although this character is wonderful in copying, it is difficult to remedy the innate nature. Looking at this post, the huge thin gold pen in the middle is powerful. Needless to say, among the eight characters on both sides, the Cai Jing, which is on the right third, is elegant and luxurious in style. The two characters on the left second and the third left third, are even more iron-cut and gouxiong, which is full of beauty. As for the dozens of small characters below, each with their own style and full spirit, it is rare."

As soon as this statement was made, many of the officials nodded, because although cursive script can be enjoyable, it is not practical for officials. Therefore, most of the posts they usually copy are Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan. They are nothing more than regular scripts. In order to write the memorials, it makes the emperor pleasing to the eye. These people don’t know much about other people’s calligraphy, and those who know it have never put a lot of effort into it. At this moment, seeing that Chen Ge Lao supports Yan Liu, it seems natural.

Zou Yinglong smiled and said, "I'm so kind, I don't know what you think is the best word in this post,"

Xu Jie had been watching silently for a long time, and felt that as Chen Yiqin said, the third-right character Cai Jing is the best for all posts. The other seven characters are good at playing, but they are not far apart. He smiled and said, "Mr. Marquis, what do you think?"

Chang Sihao cursed in his heart, thinking that these words are written in various ways. If you don’t say they are all long words, I would have thought it was an article, but I can’t recognize them completely. What can I say? You are deliberately making me look ugly. At this time, hundreds of pairs of eyes were seen, and I couldn’t help but give an answer. At that moment, the tongue smacked my lips and laughed: “Oh, I don’t understand this word, but I wrote dozens of long words, and every stroke was different, and there was no duplicate. If it was written by the same person, it would be a great skill.”

"Haha," Guo Shuronghua smiled like a bright breeze and bright moon: "Mr. Marquis praises me, Ronghua is ashamed of being accused of being accused of it."

When the officials present heard this, they realized that the post was actually written by Guo Duong. They were surprised and laughed with their own expressions and praised Guo Duong Miaocai. Chang Sihao felt a little heavy, thinking that it would not be a good thing for him to be so flattering to Lao Xu.

Xu Jie nodded slightly: "I heard that Guo Gonggong was still in charge of the ministers and was good at writing styles of various schools. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-known." Xu Ying was even more proud and walked around the officials with his words and showed them around. When he came back, he smiled: "The so-called people who are smart and skillful in their minds and skillful in writing a few different styles of writing styles are already considered to be exquisite. Now the master Gonggong's pen styles are different, and every word is wonderful. I see your heart, and there are fewer than a few hundred holes." When all the officials praised him vigorously, the atmosphere suddenly became a little warmer.

Chang Sihao felt annoyed when he saw their poses, and laughed: "It's just that Seven Holes Linglong is gone. What a lot of holes? Wouldn't you want the Supervisor to penetrate the heart?"

Xu Ying used this copybook to show off, just to convey a message to the officials: Even if the Dongchang is now in a state of great strength, he still wants to give face to the Xu family. When he came back, he wanted to give Guo Shuronghua a face, but he didn't want to teach Chang Sihao to explain this, and he seemed to be swearing.

Zou Yinglong raised his glass and said, "Haha, the governor is as impressed as the sea. Even if there are thousands of boats and thousands of ships, it will be unblocked." The word "repeated" gently covers the matter. Although many people in the Xu Party are dissatisfied with Chang Sihao, he made this rude and rude attitude. Everyone really couldn't be serious with him. They all smiled and hummed in a angrily hum. At this time, someone came to Xu Ying's ear and whispered. Xu Ying nodded happily. When the man went down, he led two servants to carry a large wooden box. Everyone's eyes gathered over. There was a little pig on the outside of the box, with a round and round shape. There was a seal at the mouth of the box, and the letter was written: "The master of the court opened his heart." Xu Ying smiled and said, "Just just now, the housekeeper checked the gifts and found that there was too much of this big box, and there was no name left. I don't know which adult gave it."

The Xujie Year of the Pig, everyone laughed knowingly. I guess another official was unique and wanted to surprise the cabinet master.

Xu Ying asked for a silver knife to hand it to his father. Xu Jie stood up, as if there was no need for juniors to be so careless. He smiled and glanced around everyone, took the knife, and gently stroked the seal. The officials applauded and cheered, and stretched their necks straightened.
Chapter completed!