"Don't move."

In Chang'an City, Qili, a family entered the courtyard three times. Zhang Chang pinched his wife's chin and gently straightened her head.

"A raccoon is just passing by. What's the point of looking good? If you move around again, your eyebrows will be tilted."

Zhang Chang's wife pouted. She was not the one who went to see the raccoon outside the window. She clearly moved her head away because of shyness.

Zhang Chang's wife is a typical jasper in a small family. She was born in the Hejian Guan family, who passed down from the Spring and Autumn Period and passed down from poetry and books. She was used to the seriousness of her fathers at home and her mother's nagging about daughters' virtues.

But who would have thought that when she married her, she was a serious husband, but she was an interesting person at home. She did not talk about how to make herself happy every day, but she became more and more considerate. She often had to draw her eyebrows for herself before going out every day.

Guan said shyly: "It's getting late, and the good man is busy entering the palace to serve. I just need to look at the bronze paintings."

Zhang Chang didn't care about being late to work: "Even if the smoothest copper clerk is, the image is still blurry and the color has changed. Where can I see clearly when I see it?"

This is too sweet. Not to mention Guan, even the servants who served the left and right were almost lost.

Zhang Chang looked at his wife's eyebrows and face with his eyes, and the thin eyebrow pencil in his hand was slightly dipped in the indigo paint.

"It's been half a year, and have you been tired of reading the painting? This is how it is like this every day. If the messy slaves are told to spread it, how can I meet the people?"

"Where can you see it for half a year?"

Zhang Chang raised his eyebrow pencil and gently drew his wife's eyebrows: "Besides, the joy of husband and wife's boudoir is more than that of drawing eyebrows. Haven't other families done anything? I live in a closed door without harming the world, and do anything else?"

Guan Shi became even more embarrassed. When Zhang Chang finished painting her, she took a photo at the bronze clerk, but looked at her long and green eyebrows and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Why are you brows with good eyes?"

"This is called the distant mountain eyebrows." Zhang Chang explained: "Sima Xiangru's wife Wenjun, whose eyebrows are as beautiful as looking at the distant mountain. At that time, people like to draw distant mountain eyebrows. It is very popular in the palace. It is said that the queen also paints this way."

As he said that, Zhang Chang stood up and said, "Don't wait for me to eat at night. Yang Ziyou sent a letter of worship yesterday. The Marquis of Xi'an moved to Shangguanli's new house today and invited me to the meeting."

"Marquis of Xi'an, is the rumor that Ren Hong, who was riding alone on Tianshan Mountain? What a good man knows him?" Ren Hong's reputation was spread to the boudoir of the noble lady in Chang'an.

Zhang Chang laughed: "Of course I know him, but I never thought he knew me too. Although I didn't know why I invited me, this person is a newcomer in Chang'an and could not refute his face."

As he said that, Zhang Chang picked up the small fan of the noodles and was about to go out.

"Why do you still have to bring instant noodles on such a cold day?"

Zhang Chang inserted the noodles and said, "I told Yang Ziyou that it was used to block the face when I met someone I didn't want to greet, but in fact, it was to leave an impression on people."

"There are countless officials in the Weiyang Palace, and it is not easy to remember the emperor and the three dukes and nine ministers."

"But if they talk about the Weiyang stable that always loves to take instant noodles, they will think of me!"

...

The inner gatherings in Chang'an are all walled, and Shangguanli is no exception. The walls here are high and thick. Those who don't know think they are the palace.

Although Zhang Chang was not qualified to live in Shangguanli, he was good friends with Yang Yun and often visited him. Both Li Zheng and the Li Jianguan knew him.

There is a saying in later generations that he called the seventh rank official in front of the Prime Minister. This Shang Guanli has lived in countless ministers, and now the mansion of the general who is powerful all over the world is also among them. Therefore, the guardians of Shang Guanli are more proud and confident than the rest of Chang'an. When he saw Zhang Chang, he just nodded slightly:

"Is Zhang Xiuling coming again?"

How dare Zhang Chang offend: "Chen Lizheng, is there something lively today?"

"What else can I do? The Xi'an Hou has just moved in and invited all the households in the store to drink. I am also invited."

Li Zheng slowly talked about this: "It's just that I'm busy on duty, so I just asked my children to send the gifts and return them. Besides, today's people are all court officials like Zhang Jun. I'm not even considered Li Zheng. Although the Marquis of Mengxi'an is worthy of sending a visit to the post, I still have self-knowledge. Don't make the master embarrassed."

"Chen Lizheng is joking. Who doesn't know that the general trusts you quite well? Even if Qiqianshi meets Chen Lizheng, he will be polite."

Chen Lizheng was very helpful. Although he knew Zhang Chang, he still had to check the official talisman and leave his sword at the inner gate. Only then did he let the inside of the store be all the nobles and nobles live in. It is necessary to be careful. Decades ago, King Xiao of Liang sent assassins to sneak into Shangguanli and assassinated several ministers who opposed him becoming the crown prince to inherit the throne.

This is pretty good. It is even more troublesome to enter General Huo Guang's house. The intersection next to it was full of Huo's family soldiers. The soldiers who entered the palace would be held hostage by two guards and take off their clothes to check. Zhang Chang's other friend Xiao Wangzhi refused to expose his body, but was treated coldly. Now he has been driven to a foreign county to be a minor official.

Zhang Chang knew the domineering nature of the Huo family and was too lazy to get into trouble, so he circled around the inside. He heard that the mansion of the Marquis of Xi'an was around the Yang family.

As it was almost time to arrive, I suddenly saw a young man in an embroidered clothes pulling an old man in front of me.

"Isn't this Du Xiaojunzi?"

Zhang Chang came forward. He knew the young man, named Du Tuo, and was his direct superior, the eldest son of the Grandpa Du Yannian, who also lived in Shangguanlizhong.

General Huo's family has always been arrogant and does not participate in any invitations in the village.

Du Yannian, a senior official at the level of nine ministers, was very busy. Even though he was invited by Ren Hong, he would not go to the banquet in person, but only sent his sons and nephews to do it for him.

Du Tuo nodded to Zhang Chang, but still advised the old man: "Brother Xu, you are here, so let's go with me. Will the Marquis of Xi'an invite you too?"

The old man was Xu Guanghan, the father-in-law of the emperor's great-grandson. It was his turn to rest today, but his wife drove him out and asked Xu Guanghan to go to the Xi'an Marquis' Mansion to take a look and go back to tell her the excitement.

Xu Guanghan came over the wall slowly and saw from a distance that Xi'an Hou Mansion was very lively today, with the door caps like clouds, all of which were high-ranking officials and nobles.

Look at myself again, hey, I'm just a bitch with a broken body, I feel ashamed of myself for a moment and dare not go there again.

But he didn't expect to turn around and run into Du Tuo. Du Tuo is his son-in-law Liu Bingyi's good friend. He often fights cocks and horses together, so he urges Xu Guanghan to attend the meeting together.

"Peng Zu is there too. There are guests and friends who are here when our great-grandson gets married. Let's see who dares to make things difficult for you!"

Xu Guanghan could not resist Du Tuo's enthusiasm and could only follow him. When he arrived at the door of the Marquis' house in Xi'an, he saw that the ground was covered with green and yellow pine leaves. The Marquis' figure was improved, wearing a black travel crown, and waiting in the gate with a red dress. He bowed to every guest who was invited.

Yang Yun was right next to Ren Hong, introducing the visiting person, and was pointing at a young young man and saying:

"This is the son of Fuping Hou, and the name of him can be called Zhang Babai!"

"Zhang...Zhang Babai?"

Ren Hong was stunned when he heard this. What a guy, Sun Shiwan turned into Sun Qianwan. Why did Zhang Babai pop up again?

But I immediately remembered that this was the son of Zhang Anshi, the Marquis of Fuping.

Zhang Anshi named his sons very regularly: the eldest son Yanshou, the second son Qianqiu, and the youngest son Peng Zu, only Zhang Wansui is the only one who has a good life. Nowadays, even the high-ranking children are prone to death. He hopes that his sons will live long.

The one who came was Zhang Pengzu, whose name was Babai, and he was named Pengzushou for 800 years. It was reasonable that they all sat down.

Ren Hong smiled and invited Zhang Pengzu to go in, but he thought to himself: "Yang Yun told me that Zhang He, the brother of the Hou of Fuping, was a hard-core princeling of Wei back then. After the witchcraft, he went down to the silkworm room and became a eunuch, and was the Order of the Yeting. It was Zhang He who raised the great grandson of the emperor and was very cautious and hired him as a teacher to teach poetry for him."

"As Zhang He's nephew, Zhang Pengzu often went to and from the Yeting Court to go to the emperor's great-grandson classmate, and Liu Bingyi was also a guest and friend of the man when he got married."

Just as he was thinking, Liu Bingyi's father-in-law Xu Guanghan also came with Du Tuo, bowing to Ren Hong:

"I am a man. The Marquis of Xi'an was summoned and dared not not come, but he was afraid of being defiled. He also asked the Marquis of Xi'an to let me sit in the last seat later."

"This is not good, Xu Weng is an elder."

Ren Hong then instructed Xia Dingmao's servants bought a few days ago: "I will treat Xu Weng later!"

Zhang Chang stood aside and watched the scene. After everyone went in, he smiled forward and said:

"Congratulations to the Marquis of Xi'an on his move."

"Zigao is here!"

Ren Hong asked Yang Yun carefully yesterday, and when he heard about Zhang Chang's hobbies at home, he suddenly realized it.

"So it's Zhang Chang who is the allusion of thrush!"

Ren Hong immediately became interested in this person, and he might be able to use his specialties.

Of course, I didn’t want Zhang Chang to draw thrushes for himself. Ren Hong’s thick eyebrows and big eyes were beautiful without drawing them.

Instead, I took a fancy to Zhang Chang's other ability.

"Hong is quite happy to read history. A few days ago, he borrowed the letter from the Censor. He also admired his name for Zi Gao Xiu's "Biography of Zuo Shi"! After the banquet, he would ask Zi Gao for advice!"

When Zhang Chang followed the servant who led the way into the door, he arrived at the yard and smelled a unique smell.

It is the burnt aroma of barbecue, but the spices used are something that Zhang Chang had never smelled before. They are neither pepper nor cinnamon, refreshing and make guests feel excited when they smell it.

But in the courtyard, the head of the family, Xia Dingmao, dressed in a kitchen, was standing in front of a half-person-high barbecue rack, holding a large handful of mutton skewers made of fine wooden signs in his hand. He was skillfully rolling on the charcoal fire, and the mutton oil sizzled.

Ren Hong said that with his own guidance, Xia Weng’s barbecue skills have been perfect, and he will live with a small hat.

As the guests watched, Xia Dingmao changed hands, sprinkled the ingredients, and made a skillful move. When the mutton skewers were burnt and tender, he asked the servants to present them to the guests' desk.

There is no need to say the strange taste and cheers after the entrance.

And the wonderful cumin fragrance rose under the charcoal fire, floating out of the Xi'an Hou Mansion, and to the neighbors and the small half of Shangguanli.

It passed through the densely packed family soldiers standing in front of the Huo Mansion, climbed over the high pink wall, and entered the inner courtyard without any obstacles.

At this moment, it was time for the Huo Mansion to start dinner, but the inner courtyard was in a tense scene.

"I said I won't eat it!"

On the steps, an eleven-year-old girl wearing a goose yellow dark goose-yellow dress and wrapped in a white fox fur was staring at her eyes and her hair was shaking.

The servant and the maid knelt all over the floor in front of her. Fu Mu, the leader, was holding a small desk pitifully. There were obviously all kinds of shabby dishes on it, but the little lady refused to eat it. They were helpless.

If another child is a child, he will just be beaten. But this is Huo Chengjun, the youngest daughter of the general and his wife, who dares to touch her?

The wife was cruel and ruthless, and was famous for killing her servants. Huo Chengjun was also quite picky and difficult to serve her. The servants could only keep bowing their heads, and their heads were bleeding, but Huo Chengjun was indifferent.

The two sides confronted each other like this. Seeing that the dishes on the table were cold, Huo Chengjun raised his head and sniffed his nose, smelling the faint smell of cumin.

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ps: Chapter 2 at night.
Chapter completed!