Walking into his own home, the courtyard of the Xunmen Qin Mansion of Liji Twelve, Qin Mubai felt a familiar excitement and throbbing. This was the same feeling as when he went to the army to visit his father, the commander of the group army in his previous life.
, which is both a bit proud and a bit powerful.
Frankly speaking, Qin Mubai has never thought about being immersed in the glory and achievements of his father's generation and becoming a second-generation dandy. Otherwise, he would not have embarked on the path of an archery athlete. He just wanted to open up a field of his own.
sky to prove yourself.
In this life, it was still the same in the Tang Dynasty.
The glory and achievements of his father Qin Shubao may bring convenience to him, but those halos always belong only to his father.
No matter whether it is a road of favor or disgrace, it is always at your feet, and you have to walk it step by step on your own.
"Third young master, the master and his wife are in the main hall of the back house. Come and pay homage quickly!" The servant introduced Qin Mubai into the courtyard and then took his leave. The master's family affairs are not something that servants can interfere with and observe.
Uncle Qin is the Duke of the country, a third-rank general in the current dynasty, and the twelve halberds he has established in his family are extremely valuable, but the compound is relatively simple. It does not have the imagined splendor and the iconic hordes of servants of the rich and powerful.
Huhouhouqiu even has a somewhat deserted and lonely meaning.
The tile-roofed houses with large arches and cornices and the rough bluestone paths reveal a simple and unsophisticated connotation and the powerful beauty of rough lines. The unique rough and vigorous atmosphere of the military home comes to the face.
The front house was only used to entertain guests and rest their horses. Qin Mubai walked all the way to the back house. On the way, he met several servants and maids from the mansion. Most of them just stopped for a moment and bowed their hands or said a woman's greeting. They were not like women at all.
They bowed down and bowed their heads as shown in Qing palace movies and TV dramas.
"It turns out that people in the Tang Dynasty were not seriously enslaved like in the Qing Dynasty. When these servants and maids saw me, they not only did not kneel down and bow down, but they also did not mention 'slave material' or 'slave' at all.
At most, I call myself a 'villain'. It seems that I, like many others, have been too deeply poisoned by the widespread 'Qing Palace Opera'. In the future, I need to learn more about the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty and not make a fool of myself."
Although the Qin Mansion is simple, its area is quite large. After walking through a corridor and tree-lined path to the back house, you will find the family residence. A large tiled main house with brackets and cornices stands in the middle, with two rows of span courtyards on the side.
Not far away there is a row of slightly low servants' quarters.
No matter which row of houses there are, they should always face east and west. This is the unified customization of Chang'an residences - they should not be oriented in the same direction as the imperial city facing north or south, otherwise it will conflict with the dragon spirit and be disrespectful.
Qin Mubai breathed calmly and calmed down, and steadily walked up the stairs of the main room towards the lobby. Just as he was curious and wanted to raise his eyes to see what was in the hall, he suddenly felt an invisible force pushing towards him!
"It's such a vicious aura... Isn't this the ferocious and vicious aura that can only be found in people who have actually walked through the mountains of blood and corpses?" Qin Mubai had had such a feeling before, when he got along with several special forces instructors.
I have vaguely felt the "evil spirit" emanating from them!
Lifting his eyelids slightly, Qin Mubai saw a man in purple brocade sitting in the front seat of the lobby.
Suddenly startled, Qin Mubai couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Dad?!"
The man in front of him actually looks exactly like his father, the military commander in his previous life!
The same introverted silence as firm as a mountain, the same calm and powerful eyes like daggers!
The slight difference is that the person in front of him looks a little younger, probably less than fifty years old. He has a few elegant beards that reach his abdomen, and his face is slightly pale, giving off a vague sense of illness.
"Sanlang, why don't you come and kneel down to pay homage to your father?" A happy female voice came from the side. Qin Mubai suddenly came to his senses and realized that there was a woman in her thirties or forties standing beside the main hall. This made him
Surprised again!
This woman... actually looks exactly like the mother of the music professor in her previous life!
"Is it really determined that this life has already been decided?!"
Qin Mubai's heartbeat quickened for a moment, but fortunately he did