After Xiao Fubao's life was stolen, she became the favorite of the Beijing group

“Cough, cough, cough.”

The woman’s dull cough fell into Li Yuanwai’s ears.

Li Yuanwai walked in quickly, took the medicine bowl from the maid, and considerately fed the sick woman sitting on the bed with medicine.

After Hu drank the bowl of medicine obediently, she said softly: “Sir, I heard that there is a guest staying in our house? Or is it a Hanlin master?”

Li Yuanwai nodded, and then talked about what happened today, and told Hu about the greetings between him and Sun Jiaxing.

When Mrs. Hu heard that her sons were praised, her face lit up strangely, and she said, "That's great. The master of the Hanlin Academy will not lie. Since he said so, our brothers will definitely bring honor to the family in the future."

Mr. Li also responded, saying, "The children will definitely get better and better. You should also take care of your health and get better soon. By then, you will also be the wife of the official family."

Mrs. Hu smiled with difficulty and said, "My husband, I'm afraid I don't have that blessing."

Mr. Li looked at his wife's increasingly declining appearance, and couldn't help feeling sad in his heart. They were originally the same age, and his wife had been bedridden for many years. Now they looked like two generations.

"Axuan, don't say such depressing words." Mr. Li comforted.

Mrs. Hu shook her head and said, "My husband, when I'm gone, you will make Hong'er your wife. She is a dutiful person and will definitely take good care of you and the children."

Mr. Li felt sad, but he also knew that his wife was indeed at the end of her life.

But he was not willing to talk about her afterlife, and instead thought of Niuniu whom he saw today, and asked: "Axuan, do you still remember that child back then? Is there anything special about her?"

When Mrs. Hu suddenly heard him mention this, a trance appeared on her face.

"Birthmark. There is a red birthmark on her arm, very small, like a small fish." Mrs. Hu said.

Mr. Li looked embarrassed.

"My husband, why do you suddenly ask about that child? Did something happen to her?" Mrs. Hu asked.

"I saw a little girl who looked very similar to the one in Beijing. Forget it, don't think about it. It shouldn't be her. This child is already seven years old. We watched her sink into the river back then... It must not be her, it must not be!" Mr. Li said.

Seeing the struggle on her husband's face, Mrs. Hu hurriedly held his hand and said, "Husband, don't think too much. The child can't be alive. You also said that the child I saw today is already seven years old, and the age doesn't match."

Mr. Li nodded vigorously, then looked at his wife and the blue brick and tile houses around him, and said, "Axuan, if we hadn't done this back then, would you still be fine now, and the children would be fine too?"

Mrs. Hu smiled bitterly and said, "Husband, if you look closely, we have done more than just this one wrong thing? If there is really retribution, it should be on me alone, don't implicate you and the children."

After Mr. Li came out of his wife's room, his heart was still hanging. He waved his hand and called the maid who served at home over, and whispered a few words.

In the guest house, Niuniu seemed to have forgotten about Mr. Li. Now she was jumping around, just like nothing happened.

Gu Mingda went out in the heavy rain, saying that he was going to discuss something with Mr. Qin.

Gu Yan picked up the book and started reading. Not only did he read it himself, he also pulled his younger brother and sister to urge them to study together.

Gu Zhao didn't want to study. He rolled his eyes and held Sun Jiaxing tightly: "Uncle Sun, please tell us the story of Jiuqu River again. I love it!"

He was afraid that Sun Jiaxing would not tell it, so he pulled Niuniu over and said, "Sister loves it too!"

Anyway, for Gu Zhao, as long as he didn't study, he could do anything.

Sun Jiaxing glanced at Gu Yan, nodded at the young boy, and then said, "I can continue to tell you the story of Jiuqu River, but after listening to it, you will practice big characters?"

Niuniu was not so resistant to studying, but she was also happy to listen to stories.

Gu Zhao, on the other hand, had a bitter face and said, "Uncle Sun, how can you bargain?"

Sun Jiaxing stretched out his hand and flicked the silly boy's forehead, saying, "If you say so, then I won't tell the story either."

Gu Zhao immediately didn't dare to continue talking.

Sun Jiaxing said: "Jiuqu River starts from Linzhou, passes through nine prefectures along the way, and finally reaches the capital... Guang'an River in your Guang'an County is also one of the tributaries of Jiuqu River..."

"When we entered the village today, the river we saw outside was also one of the tributaries of Jiuqu River."

"There are ten tributaries of Jiuqu River in Guanglin Prefecture, large and small. Although these tributaries are independent, they can eventually converge through Jiuqu River."

Gu Zhao suddenly realized something when he heard him say this, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Sun, we have been on the road for several days, and we are still in Guanglin Prefecture?"

Sun Jiaxing said: "What do you think? Guanglin Prefecture is bigger than you think."

Gu Zhao exclaimed.

Sun Jiaxing was in high spirits, and he talked about all the unofficial and official histories at once: "It is said that during the reign of Emperor Muzong of the previous dynasty, the river estuary burst, and the great hero Cheng Peng, who was only one month old, took a wooden basin with his mother and drifted along the Jiuqu River, all the way from Linzhou to the capital..."

Niuniu listened attentively and said: "This is amazing, such a young child can drift along the river for so long, he is really lucky!"

Sun Jiaxing smiled and said: "Great heroes always have some strange experiences when they were young. Of course, whether they are true or false, we, the descendants, have no way of knowing."

Niuniu held her chin with both hands and said, "When I think of the baby sitting in the wooden basin and floating in the water, I feel so sorry for him. Fortunately, we left the posthouse, otherwise we might be fleeing in the wooden basin now."

Gu Zhao said, "Sister, I heard from the bad uncle that when you were picked up as a child, there was also a wooden basin. Maybe your family also put you in the wooden basin and floated down the river."

Niuniu shook her head when she heard this and said, "But they said they picked me up on the grass. Could it be that I was washed onto the shore from the river?"

Gu Zhao was also unsure and turned to look at the smartest person in the room: Sun Jiaxing.

Sun Jiaxing was not involved in the case, and he did not know what happened back then. How could he judge such a lawsuit? He said frankly: "Niuniu, I'm sorry, Daddy can't explain it clearly."

Niuniu was not disappointed, but said: "Daddy Sun, the teacher said that human power is limited, which is normal. After all, none of us knows everything."

After Sun Jiaxing finished the story, he urged the two children to practice calligraphy.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. A woman came in with a bucket of hot water and said with a smile: "Sir Sun, young master, and young lady, our master is afraid that the children will get sick easily after being caught in the rain, so he ordered the old slave to boil some hot water and serve the children to take a bath."

As the eldest son, Gu Yan has long been accustomed to being humble, and said directly: "Let my sister take a bath first."

The woman's eyes flashed with joy when she heard this.

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