After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Song Mingli and Meng Fanhai agreed that they would go together to invite Mr. Xie to come out of retirement two days later.

Meng Fanhai was actually not absolutely sure whether he could invite Mr. Xie.

Song Mingli smiled and comforted him, "Man proposes, God disposes, just do your best and don't put so much pressure on yourself."

If Meng Fanhai knew that Song Mingli had bet so much money on Yong'an Street and could still comfort him with a smile, he would definitely admire Song Mingli even more.

Two days later, the weather was clear and cicadas were chirping in the woods.

Meng Fanhai took the carriage from Prince Jing's Mansion and came to his master's residence not far from Lingyin Temple.

Few people in Kyoto know that the famous senior Xie Bowen, who lived in seclusion in the city, actually lived in an inconspicuous little village at the foot of Lingyin Temple.

The prime minister of the time had studied under Mr. Xie, and at least half of the court's most trusted ministers had received instruction from Mr. Xie.

However, Mr. Xie has been in seclusion for a long time and has no contact with the outside world. Even if they want to show their filial piety, they can't find a place to visit him.

When they arrived at the place, Meng Fanhai got off the carriage and immediately put his crutches aside.

He walked step by step to a simple and plain courtyard gate with the words "Low Room" hung on it.

He walked slowly but steadily, with an expression of incomparable piety.

Meng Fanhai raised his hand several times, but he didn't seem to have the courage to knock on the door.

Zi Su was still patient, but Mo Lan was so anxious that she wanted to go up and knock on the door for him.

There was a squeak.

Just as Meng Fanhai's hand landed on the door knocker, the door opened from the inside.

A handsome little boy stood at the door and looked at Meng Fanhai curiously.

"Are you the Meng Fanhai that Grandpa likes the most but is also the most disappointed in me?"

The little boy's crisp words instantly brought tears to Meng Fanhai's eyes.

"Don't cry, Grandpa knows you're here, so let me pick you up."

The little boy looked back and saw Song Mingli and others, "Do you want to come in together?"

Zisu and Molan thought that they were just there to see Meng Fanhai off. Since the master and disciple must have a lot to talk about when they get together, they shouldn't disturb them.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingli walked straight forward and said, "Excuse me for bothering you."

The child didn't seem surprised. He nodded and led them inside.

Zi Su and Mo Lan looked at each other in surprise, and hurriedly followed their princess.

The courtyard is quiet, and there is a four-cornered bamboo pavilion in a bamboo forest.

An old man with white hair and beard sat in the bamboo pavilion, looking energetic, brewing tea and reading, and looking contented.

"Master, I am sorry to disappoint you!"

As soon as he approached the bamboo pavilion, Meng Fanhai knelt down with sobs and began to cry in suppressed tears.

Mr. Xie turned his head to look at him and sighed, "It's been eight years, and I finally waited for you."

With this gentle sigh, the tears that Meng Fanhai had just held back burst out again.

"Would you like to introduce him? Who is this?" Mr. Xie looked at Song Mingli.

Meng Fanhai quickly wiped away his tears and introduced himself to Mr. Xie.

"This is the Princess of Jing, and also the legitimate daughter of General Song. I am so grateful to the Princess for being able to see my master again today..."

As Meng Fanhai spoke, he choked up again.

Mr. Xie seemed much calmer and indifferent.

He smiled gently and waved to Song Mingli and Meng Fanhai to come into the bamboo pavilion for tea.

The little boy prepared some tea and snacks and placed them on the long table in the yard not far away. "Sisters, sit over here."

Zi Su Mo Lan thanked the little boy and sat in the distance waiting.

"Just because you failed the exam, you haven't come to see Master for eight years? Your obsession is too deep."

Mr. Xie poured a cup of tea for Song Mingli, and Song Mingli thanked him softly.

He poured another glass for Meng Fanhai, who excitedly took it with both hands.

"It's not that the students failed the exam, but... they didn't take the exam at all."

Mr. Xie's hand holding the teapot trembled slightly.

"Before the exam, the student's ankle was broken... He almost died, but was fortunately saved by the people of Nancun."

Meng Fanhai briefly recounted what happened to him eight years ago.

It was also the first time that Song Mingli knew what he had experienced eight years ago.

He originally had a heart to study and serve his country and his people, but what happened eight years ago made him very depressed.

When Meng Fanhai was born, his mother died during childbirth.

His father and grandfather were both only sons. His father once passed the imperial examination and became a scholar, but he was not good at studying.

His grandfather had some business acumen and his family was considered a wealthy family in the area.

Both men hoped to raise a scholar, and taught him from a young age that all other things are inferior except reading.

Meng Fanhai did not disappoint them. He had a talent for studying and passed the provincial examination at the age of sixteen.

I was also fortunate enough to meet Mr. Xie, who accepted me as his last disciple.

At that time, Meng Fanhai didn't even know how famous Mr. Xie was.

But on his way to study abroad, his grandfather died of illness.

My father was not good at business, and the family business gradually declined and could not afford to support his studies.

Even when his father was seriously ill, he was not told.

When his fellow villagers told him that his father was seriously ill, he rushed home and did not even have time to see his father for the last time.

From then on, passing the imperial examination became his obsession.

It seems that only in this way can I be worthy of my grandfather and my father.

He returned to Mr. Xie and worked even harder.

Mr. Xie once advised him not to let the imperial examination become his obsession, and that studying is not just for the imperial examination.

But at that time, he couldn't listen.

Before the autumn examination, students gathered in Kyoto. Teahouses and inns were filled with talented and learned scholars from all over the world.

They are all young and energetic, claiming to be talented, and no one is willing to admit defeat.

Among this group of people, Meng Fanhai shines with his literary talent.

He felt that his long-cherished wish was finally going to be fulfilled and he could now comfort the spirits of his grandfather and father in heaven.

However, he did not expect that his radiant brilliance would hurt some people's eyes.

Just before the exam, he had his ankle broken and was thrown into the river.

He was washed to Nancun by the water, but fortunately the people of Nancun rescued him.

He was in a coma for half a month.

The people of Nancun were not rich and had never met him before, so it was a kind act for them to invite a doctor to treat him.

It's just that the doctor they hired was of average medical skill.

Meng Fanhai's feet were delayed.

After this incident, he was like a different person. He did not contact the people he knew in the past, and settled down in Nancun, watching the villagers work from sunrise to sunset.

He was at a loss, as if he could not find the meaning of living.

"I know that your imperial examination eight years ago was a disaster. It turns out that you didn't fail the exam, but failed to take the exam." Old Xie stroked his white beard and sighed softly.

Song Mingli was a little surprised, "Mr. Xie also knows divination and calculation?"

Mr. Xie smiled and said, "Not very well, but I know a little bit. Otherwise, I would know it more accurately."

"Since we stopped contacting each other eight years ago, why did you come to see me now?"

As Mr. Xie spoke, his eyes fell on his ankles.

Just now, Meng Fanhai walked to the bamboo pavilion and sat down. He did not use crutches, and although he walked slowly, he was very steady.

At this point, Meng Fanhai's eyes lit up, "It's Princess Jing! Everything Princess Jing did in South Village, one by one, has been made clear to the students."

"Although the student's foot is broken, as long as he is still alive, he is still useful!"

Meng Fanhai spoke excitedly about what Song Mingli had done in Nancun.

His tone was passionate.

Song Mingli's face turned red as he listened...How could she be as great and glorious as he said?

She is just doing what she can, stop praising her!

While Meng Fanhai was drinking tea to moisten his throat, Song Mingli finally had the chance to give him a look, telling him to get down to business.

Meng Fanhai then remembered, "We want to invite Master to come out and go to Yong'an Street to run the academy!"