Uncle Guo

Chang Qinghe felt that there would be nothing wrong with living here with Liang Xuanchen all the time. When he was a child, he hoped that one day he could live a life like this, where men farm and women weave, and the family is peaceful and harmonious.

Liang Xuanchen is obviously dissatisfied with such a dull and boring life, but he doesn't need to be patient. Chang Banxian's reputation is outside, and it's fresh and interesting to just open a stall and do business all day long. Occasionally kicking the iron plate, anyway, Chang Qinghe will give it to him. He took care of the aftermath, so his business grew bigger and bigger, which alarmed a senior official in the capital.Because of this matter, Liang Xuanchen almost packed up his clothes and ran away to avoid the limelight. From then on, he could only live like a dragon without seeing his tail. If someone came to him for fortune-telling, he would often avoid it.

Liang Yuncheng couldn't get used to his lazy appearance, and his tone of voice became worse and worse, calling him blind all day long.Liang Xuanchen was already in his forties, and he didn't delay the gray-haired Liang Yuncheng from beating his son, often from the house to the outside, chasing him from the village to the village.

Liang Xuanchen urged Chang Qinghe to leave home with him, but Chang Qinghe was not happy anymore, the two elders were getting old, and they were dismissed from office at home, how could the two elders live without their own son being present to fulfill their filial piety?

Liang Yuncheng was very moved when he found out, wishing he could recognize Chang Qinghe as his godson.

Liang Xuanchen said from the side: "I remember that you still have a son who is still alive."

Liang Yuncheng took off his shoes and threw them out, "Qing Yu is now a criminal of the imperial court. Didn't he fall into a trap when he came home? You don't expect him to be better, do you?"

When it comes to Liang Qingyu, the number one scholar's son, Liang Yuncheng is worried every day, for fear that he will not be able to eat or sleep well outside, and let the thieves bully him.

Liang Xuanchen said: "I remember that he was very stubborn when he was young, you beat him more than me, but now he is stronger than me."

Liang Yuncheng said: "If the prodigal son turns back, he will be ten thousand times stronger than you."

Liang Xuanchen snorted coldly: "But it's useless, and you can't serve your parents."

Liang Yuncheng said: "I raised all of you so that I can raise children for old age?"

"Not to raise children for old age? Are you raising monkeys for fun?"

Chang Qinghe watched the father and son sarcasm each other with guns and sticks, and was nervous at first, and always liked to mix in it. Later, he realized that it seemed that the Liang family were all sarcastic and sarcasm with each other, but he was the one who made a fuss.

Chang Qinghe is now by Liang Yuncheng's side. The two are as close as father and son. They often chop firewood, fish, and plow the land together. He often finds it inconceivable. Is Liang Yuncheng his own father or Liang Xuanchen's?

Liang Yuncheng often called Liang Xuanchen blindly behind Liang Xuanchen's back.

The two squatted on the ground to rest, eating cakes and drinking tea, Liang Yuncheng said: "The blessings that the blind man gained in his previous life, you don't want your future, come here to serve our family."

Chang Qinghe said: "He gave me my name, he taught me how to read and write, and I learned how to behave with him. Now that the Liang family is in trouble, how can I ignore it?"

Liang Yuncheng waved his hand, "If you go to be your commander-in-chief, won't you be able to help the Liang family? I know you want to stay with him forever. Before, I thought I would drive you both out of the house, but now... Forget it, I'm getting old too, and I've taken a lot of things into account. There are not many people left who fought with Emperor Taizu back then, and now I can still plow the fields and run more than ten miles in one go, I'm content. "

"If uncle puts on his battle robe again, he will be invincible and invincible." Chang Qinghe hurriedly flattered him.

Liang Yuncheng smiled and shook his head, "It's old!"

Chang Qinghe vaguely remembered a year when he climbed on the wall of the Liang Mansion in the eastern suburbs and peeped at their father and son in the courtyard, and hoped that Liang Yuncheng would die soon, but now he wished him a long life from the bottom of his heart.It has nothing to do with Liang Xuanchen, it is this old man who really took the place of his father in some aspects. Although this is very different from the father in his impression, and other people's fathers are not like this, but now if someone dares to Liang Yuncheng wanted to kill him, and he would definitely fight for the old man.

This point, even my own master couldn't do it back then, and the Liang family really had great abilities.

At noon, when it was hottest, Brother Wen came to the field to call Grandpa and Chang Qinghe to go home for dinner.

Liang Yuncheng went to the ditch to wash the mud off his legs, and said to Chang Qinghe: "Go back, go back, the blind man is stealing watermelon at home."

Chang Qinghe didn't like to be lazy, but if he didn't cooperate, Liang Yuncheng would get angry, so he stepped over the mud cooperatively, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When I got home, the watermelon hadn't been opened yet, waiting for them.Liang Xuanchen was nowhere to be seen, and Chang Qinghe reckoned that he was hiding in the room and taking a nap.

Walking in lightly, he saw Liang Xuanchen lying on the couch and sleeping.Now there is no serious study room on the four walls of the house, but there are still some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, spread out in front of a broken Eight Immortals table, Liang Xuanchen can't look at it, it must be Brother Wen who came in to write for him.On it is a small poem written in beautiful calligraphy, which is full of pastoral fun, and it looks like Liang Xuanchen's new one today.

Over the years Chang Daxian has not only gained a reputation for fortune-telling and word testing, but also his poems have been circulated in the market.

Chang Qinghe looked down, Liang Xuanchen had his hair down and his face was unshaven.Even though he was blind back then, he also cleaned himself up. Since he got here, he really couldn't be particular about it, and he gradually became less particular about it.

Chang Qinghe wanted to shave him every day, but he refused, saying that he wanted to be a sloppy fairy in the future.

It is really the season when the sun rises and sets and the farm is busy, so I can no longer take Chang Qinghe's time to shave him.

In fact, Chang Qinghe thinks that his appearance looks better than before, he is really romantic, bold and unrestrained, and he is a free fairy.

Gently touching the short mustache on his chin with his fingers soaked in rice field water, Liang Xuanchen could smell the unique smell of the soil without sniffling.

"I told you to hire a few tenants to transplant rice seedlings, but you insisted on letting me do it. My temper is as bad as my father's." Liang Xuanchen complained.

Chang Qinghe pushed forward, "It would be nice if you have a few acres of Susukida to grow by yourself. Are you going to be a landlord?"

Liang Xuanchen touched his hands, and frowned, "These days are short, do you want to farm in this ghost place for the rest of your life?"

"You love me, go to the fields with me."

Liang Xuanchen patted him on the head: "Can't I support you? It's you who insist on going to the fields with the old man. He has fought all his life, and when he is seventy or eighty, he suddenly likes farming. You just let him go and follow behind to join in the fun?"

Chang Qinghedao: "I also like farming."

Just as he was talking, Liang Xuanchen gave a dissatisfied "tsk", "How do I usually do it? How can you not learn it after so many years? How about pigs and dogs planing food?"

Chang Qinghe knew that he was in a hurry and hurt Liang Xuanchen, so he used Liang Xuanchen's tricks to please others in the same way.It's a pity that this kind of thing, apart from hard work, also requires a bit of talent. For example, Liang Xuanchen was born knowing how to please others and how to serve others comfortably.

"Go down, I'll take it." Liang Xuanchen pushed him away in dissatisfaction, then suddenly "hissed" and cursed, "What a donkey!"

Chang Qinghe didn't want to be a donkey either, so he had to work hard to restrain himself, and after a while, the two finally seemed to be on the same string.

Liang Xuanchen sighed softly, and said "huh" in satisfaction, "you can teach a child."

Hearing this compliment, Chang Qinghe didn't know whether he was happy, or if he wanted to play a prank, and deliberately exerted force, causing Liang Xuanchen to start yelling again.

From the yard ahead, Brother Wen called out delicately, "Third uncle, the last piece of melon is here, come and eat it, if you don't come again, there will be no more!"

But how can the first two people in the room care about eating melons?

At the end of the year, on a cold winter night, an uninvited guest suddenly came to the Liang family. It was Liang Yuncheng's youngest son and Liang Xuanchen's younger brother—Liang Qingyu.

This number one scholar was very different from Chang Qinghe's imagination. He had a handsome face, but he was not the tall and heroic tone of the Liang family, but too delicate. momentum.

The whole family surrounded Liang Qingyu to greet him, and Mr. Liang even hugged him and patted his back, "Grow taller and stronger."

Liang Xuanchen suddenly rolled his eyes, but Chang Qinghe couldn't help thinking, this is still called growing strong, what should it be like before?

Liang Qingyu brought new news, " said the head of the palace,..." He pointed to the top, "It's about to die."

Liang Yuncheng said: "How can you know what's going on in the palace when you wander around the rivers and lakes?"

Liang Qingyu was triumphant, "Of course I have my eyeliner, don't ask me how I know, anyway, the news is reliable, and it is said that I haven't been going to court very much recently."

Liang Xuanchen pinched his fingers and said, "Isn't it just... not yet forty?"

Liang Qingyu said: "His body has never been very strong. It is said that he vomited blood when he abolished the prince last year. It is also... thinking too much and thinking too much."

Liang Xuanchen said: "You came here to talk about this matter?"

Liang Qingyu said: "Of course not. Now that the crown prince has been abolished, he is guarding the mausoleum in Nangong, and he has not appointed a new crown prince. People say that he is waiting for the crown prince to repent... It's just that the holy will is unpredictable, and this matter must be done well. Prepare."

Chang Qinghe interjected: "The crown prince is in Nangong, traveling thousands of miles away. If he makes a new king, he will definitely not be able to return to the capital. Unless he goes back to the capital privately, it might be a death penalty."

Liang Xuanchen said: "If it's the son of Concubine Lisu, not to mention the crown prince, it's Ayuan. Is there still a living?"

Liang Qingyu said: "Sixth Sister has been living in the Yangde Palace in seclusion. Judging by the holy will, it may end up killing the mother and setting up a son. No matter who the new king chooses, it is very difficult for the Sixth Sister to survive. Unless the crown prince succeeds, Get ahead and save her."

Chang Qinghe said: "It may not be that the crown prince succeeds to the throne, he is still an abolished crown prince. Today, he has not changed the position of others, because he is afraid of making troubles every day. Let the following guess, and see who stands on which side, Who can be used by the new king."

Liang Qingyu said: "The army is dangerous, otherwise the sixth sister's life will be lost. What's the use of a nice posthumous title: the sixth sister is gone, and my parents are old, so I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

"Kill the mother and set up the son..." Liang Xuanchen kept tapping the table with his fingers.

Suddenly someone kicked the door in the middle of the night, and the cold wind poured into the room. Everyone shivered, shivered, and looked back.

Liang Qingyu's hand was already holding down the hilt of the sword, Chang Qinghe turned around to pull out the knife on the wall, and even Liang Xuanchen tightly grasped the white jade and purple bamboo staff.

The visitor shouted loudly: "What? Kill the mother and set up the son?!"