Chapter 19 Shang Qilang

Then, he stood up and left the main house.

After walking out for a while, he turned back and said to Madam Dou.

"The lady probably hasn't eaten enough. Please ask the kitchen to make some of her favorite food and send it to her."

"Yes, I'll remember it."

Madam Dou was very satisfied with the general's initiative to care about the young lady.

You know, he is almost thirty years old now, and he doesn't even have a wife.

The most taboo thing for military families is this.

Therefore, Madam Dou was eager to force the general and the young lady to consummate their marriage as soon as possible.

And the young master could be born soon.

But she also understood that the general and the young lady were not the kind of people who would wrong themselves.

Therefore, it was better to let things take their course.

Therefore, Madam Dou was very happy to do anything that could help enhance the relationship between them, and she had to do it beautifully.

Not long after the two of them finished talking, they saw Butler He coming towards them.

First, she bowed respectfully to Shang Ji, and then said.

"General, the seventh young master is here and wants to see you."

Shang Qilang?

He is the beloved youngest son of Madam Wei.

At such a young age, he has already become a juren.

Shang Ji remembered that when he left Beijing, Shang Qilang had already worshipped the great Confucian Master Ming as his teacher.

He was about to pass the imperial examination.

Such a bright future made everyone in Madam Wei's family very proud.

Why did he suddenly come to Dongyuan, where Madam Wei had always kept to herself, to find her?

After a moment of silence, Shang Ji whispered.

"Let him wait in the flower hall, I'll be there right away."

"Yes, General."

The flower hall of Dongyuan has not been used for a long time.

The last time it was used was more than a year ago.

Since the third and fifth rooms could not get any good from the people in Dongyuan, they rarely came.

Occasionally, if there was something to say, he would just send the servants over.

Therefore, there was no need to entertain guests in the flower hall.

But even so, the flower hall was still very clean.

Shang Qilang had just taken a sip of the fragrant tea inside, and before he could sigh at the fragrance of the tea, he saw Shang Ji walk in.

He was so majestic that everyone was submissive.

He was indeed a great general who had fought for many years.

This aura was enough to shock anyone.

Compared with Shang Ji, Shang Qilang was a little weak.

After all, his future path was to be a civil official.

Naturally, he was not as strong and sturdy as Shang Ji, who had to use knives and guns every day.

Perhaps it was because he had been soaking in front of the desk for many years, so the whole person exuded a kind of elegant temperament of the breeze and the moon.

It was just that because he was only sixteen years old, he didn't show much of a crane-like appearance.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is a lot of peace between his eyebrows.

This kind of calm and dignified character and attitude is rare among young people.

Shang Ji's impression of him still remains in the childish appearance of many years ago.

Now suddenly seeing this, his expression fluctuated slightly.

On the other hand, Shang Qilang's eyes and mouth corners were more joyful.

In the whole family, if there is still someone who is sincerely looking forward to his return.

It is probably Shang Qilang.

Although they are in different camps, he and Shang Bamei have a good relationship for so many years.

Therefore, he followed Shang Bamei and shouted.

"Sixth brother."

"Yeah."

Shang Qilang wanted to get closer to Shang Ji.

But after hearing Shang Ji's indifferent answer, he couldn't help sighing.

First, the age difference between the two is quite large, and second, the living environment is not very similar.

If you have to say it, there is no hobby or topic to chat about.

So, he sighed, and Shang Ji saw it in his eyes, unmoved.

"Let's talk about things."

One sentence, the closeness is immediately revealed.

Shang Ji still has a lot of military reports to deal with.

So he doesn't have much time to spend here with Shang Qilang to sing the Spring and Autumn Annals.

Helpless, Shang Qilang smiled bitterly, and then spoke.

"Today is the day when the sixth brother should go home to have a good reunion dinner, but it's a pity that the family is not peaceful, disturbing this joy, so as a younger brother, I specially sent the gift prepared earlier to celebrate your safe return home."

After saying that, Shang Qilang handed over the box on the Eight Immortals Table.

From the outside, the brocade box looks very delicate.

But you can't see what's inside.

Shang Ji sat calmly and didn't intend to reach out to take it.

On the contrary, Luo Yuan beside him stepped forward, took the box, and nodded in the direction of Shang Qilang.

Throughout the whole process, Shang Ji didn't mean to open it.

Seeing this, Shang Qilang was a little sad.

"Sixth brother, don't you want to open it and take a look?"

There is a long-lost copy of the Art of War in here.

But it took him a lot of effort to find it.

He had expected to see the Sixth Brother's happy expression, but he didn't expect that he didn't even bother to see what the gift was.

Hearing his words, Shang Ji didn't react.

Just said lightly.

"What is it?"

"This is a unique copy of the Art of War. I spent a lot of time looking for it. I thought Sixth Brother would like it!"

"Well, thank you."

The tone was light, as if it was as ordinary as eating and drinking water on weekdays.

Shang Qilang felt a lot of disappointment in his heart.

But he also knew that his Sixth Brother's temperament had been like this since he was a child.

So, he didn't force it.

After adjusting his mentality, he said with a smile.

"We are all a family, Brother Six, there is no need to be so polite to me."

After he said this, Shang Ji stopped answering.

Moreover, the coldness coming from his body became more and more obvious, and he seemed to be repelling guests.

Shang Qilang didn't feel very happy either.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and broke the deadlock of silence.

He said with some helplessness and expectation in his eyes.

"Sixth brother, although you and I were not born from the same mother, I often visited Mrs. Gu when she was still alive. And you and I have the same father after all, so there is no need for such a quarrel."

Shang Qilang is concerned about this brother who is more than ten years older than him.

There is both admiration and fear.

He also felt that it was inappropriate for his mother to allow her uncles and grandparents, who had three rooms and five rooms, to make noise in the back house.

But after all, she is my mother.

Many words, but his son's persuasion had little effect.

He will take the path of civil service in the future, so he naturally understands how important the power of the family is.

If it is really because of the past, it will fall apart.

I'm afraid that merchants may not be able to continue their prosperity in the DPRK in the future.

That's why he boldly took this trip today.

Unexpectedly, no one took up what he said.

Seeing his sixth brother Shang Ji look at him mockingly, he then asked.

"Seventh brother, is it because you have had too many smooth lives that you think everyone should be as pure and noble as you?"

"When my Gu family died for the country, how did the people in this courtyard arrange their heroic spirits?"

"When my eldest brother and mother also died one after another, how did Mrs. Wei use her concubine to hold them back together?"