Chapter 2(1)()

The old house of the Di family is in Taiyuan, the northern capital.

In the north of Taiyuan City, in Renxingfang, there is a large courtyard with five rooms and six entrances, aconitum gate, and plain white walls. The corridors in the courtyard are connected, and the lattice is carved, simple but not simple. Along the wall are planted rows of green bamboos, which are covered with yellow and yellow in late autumn. A few towering locust trees and a few staggered crabapples can only add a little limited green to this slightly bleak courtyard.

Di Chun stood in the courtyard where he entered the first place, and ordered a group of servants to unload goods from the carriages he brought. Several maids and mothers were chatting with him in a verbal manner.

When it was in chaos, a man suddenly took two steps at a time, blew in like a gust of wind, and reached out to slap Di Chun's shoulder hard. Di Chun grinned his teeth and was about to ejaculate, but he saw the man standing in front of him smiling at him with a spring breeze on his face.

Di Chun shouted in surprise: "Three Young Master!"

"Di Chun, you guy, haven't seen him for a few years, you've gained a lot of weight. It seems that you'll have a good meal with my father." The man, known as the Third Young Master, looked at Di Chun up and down, nodding and smiling. He saw his sword-browed eyebrows and eyes, and his thick lips and moustaches were decorated very carefully. He was wearing a black brocade robe with gold and silver wires inlaid with bright silver leather belts, which made him look more and more free and easy. He was Di Renjie's youngest son Di Jinghui.

Di Chun scratched his head embarrassedly and said with a smile: "San Young Master, don't you know our master yet? Follow him, it's okay to eat enough. I'll say something else if it's good."

Di Jinghui laughed heartily, glanced at the truck and asked, "Di Chun, when will my father get home?"

Di Chun hurriedly took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Di Jinghui: "Three Young Master, this is the letter from the master to you. Before the young man set off, the master told him that he would leave three days later than the younger man, and he probably would be able to arrive the day after tomorrow."

Di Jinghui took the letter and did not open it. He asked again: "I returned home this time in a hurry. I didn't hear any news before. Do you know what's going on?"

"This young man is not clear. It seems that the emperor suddenly allowed the master to retire, and our master left as soon as he said he would leave. Third Master, why don't you take a look at what the master said in his letter?"

Di Jinghui frowned and said, "What will you say in the letter? I know so well that person from my father. He can't write anything except some high-sounding clichés in the letter. I'll give this letter to my mother and let her go and read it."

As he said that, he smiled slightly sarcastically: "A woman is a woman. This kind of fickle and fickle style is something my father can serve."

Di Chun uttered a sigh of relief and said, "San Young Master! Why are you still so careless when you speak?"

"What's wrong? There are no outsiders here. Wouldn't it be that you are going to sue me?"

"I don't dare to kill the young man. But when the master comes back, he will hear this and be angry with you again."

"Haha, no matter what I say, he will be angry. I might as well say it. My father and the other scholars and officials have served the heroine for a long time, and they have been so expensive that they have been so proud that they can't tell the truth. Di Chun, don't learn to be a slutty look."

"I..." Di Chun's face turned red and speechless.

Di Jinghui patted his shoulder: "Okay! I won't talk about this. You haven't returned to Taiyuan for a long time. I'll take you out for fun tonight. How about it?!"

"San Young Master, I don't dare."

"What's there to be afraid of? I advise you to hurry up and take these two days. When my father arrives home the day after tomorrow, you will never have the chance to play. So, let's go to my restaurant in Dongcheng City tonight, and the wine of Hu Ji, but they are all the best in Taiyuan City. We won't be drunk tonight!"

Di Chun was still hesitating, and Di Jinghui waved his hand impatiently: "It's settled. I'll go to pay my respects to my mother now. Please wait for me for a while and we'll set off immediately."

He turned around and was about to take a step, suddenly sniffed, looked at Di Chun carefully, and asked, "Why does it smell like you on your body?"

"Ah?" Di Chun thought for a while and felt like he realized: "Oh, it's the famous post of the lady of Heying Mountain Villa." As he said that, he took out the plain paper from his arms and handed it to Di Jinghui.

Di Jinghui took Su Jian, looked at it, and a hint of undetectable disgust flashed across his face, and asked, "How come you have this?"

Di Chun told him about the story of sending a famous post to Henying Villa for Di Renjie.

After listening attentively, Di Jinghui raised his hand and threw Su Jian back into Di Chun's arms, and smiled faintly: "So you saw that woman. How about it? Is it so beautiful? Is it so beautiful?"

Di Chun giggled and didn't answer.

Di Jinghui didn't ask, pulled out to the inner hall, walked two steps, but suddenly remembered something again, turned around and said, "My father won't come back alone, right?"

"Of course not, the master and General Li come together."

"General Li?"

"Oh, it's the master's chief guard, General Li Yuanfang and Li."

"Li Yuanfang?"

“Yes, that’s…”

Di Jinghui interrupted Di Chun: "I understand, Li Yuanfang, I have heard calluses in my ears over the years. What are he doing?"

"I don't know. But the master takes General Li everywhere."

"You have to take with you when you go out for a job, and now you have to take with you when you go home?"

Di Jinghui thought for a while and said, "It seems that Li Yuanfang is indeed a character. I heard that he is only in his early thirties, and he followed my father to the third-rank general in the court. I didn't expect that my father would take him with him when he came home. I have never seen anyone my father has relied so heavily on."

Di Chun interjected eagerly: "Of course. General Li is a great hero, and the master trusts him very much."

Di Jinghui snorted: "Great Hero? Are there really great heroes in this world? Are there ordinary people in their bones? At most, they are more hypocritical than everyone else."

Di Chun hurriedly defended: "Three Young Master, General Li is not hypocritical, he is a real hero."

Di Jinghui looked at Di Chun with attention, nodded meaningfully, and said, "Very good, I really want to see this person."

As he said that, he walked towards the inner hall again, and said as he walked, "Di Chun, I know you are uneasy when you ask you to go to the restaurant. Tell you, when my father returns home, I will hold a welcome banquet for him, and let the best chef in my restaurant make a first-class banquet in Beidu. Tonight, you, the butler, should check the food flavor."
Chapter completed!