Records of the King of Xin'an County

However, Wang Zixian went back to Chang'an in a hurry, and finally relieved the lovesickness in his heart, and then quietly returned to Shangzhou again.After finally showing his affection gradually and being able to stay with his sweetheart in a disguised form, he naturally refused to be separated from Li Hui in every possible way.However, now is not the time, and he has to say goodbye temporarily.Moreover, they still have a long time to come, so there is no need to say goodbye like little children.

At dusk, he rode lightly in plain clothes and entered an inconspicuous small farm without a sound.He was quite familiar with the farm. He crossed the intersecting fields through a remote path, and led the horse into the two straw huts in the corner amidst the sound of dogs barking and chickens crowing, without attracting anyone's attention.

This farm is one of the remaining dowries of his mother Dayang. There are only two small hills and a long and narrow valley in the middle. It is too barren to grow any food. Day, the harvest handed in is almost negligible.Because of this, Xiao Yang didn't like it at all, and pretended to be generous and handed it over to Dayang's wet nurse, and used this as an excuse to drive out the old servants who had served Dayang's side one after another from the Wang family.

If Qingsou hadn't accepted Dayang's love and had been loyal to protect him all the time, and Chengsou, the husband of Dayang's wet nurse, had worked so hard to win over the training steps for him, he would have died in Xiao Yang's place long ago. In the hands of servants.After all, he was just a baby at the time, and as long as the wet nurse and maid were "negligent", he was very likely to "die".And the death of a newborn baby couldn't be more reasonable.Without evidence, no one would be able to doubt for no reason the "good sister" who weeps and misses her dead sister every day.

When he was young, Xiao Yang was like a fierce tiger entrenched in his family. He was indescribably frightened, but he could only pretend to be calm.However, as he grew older, he discovered that Xiao Yang's family was actually nothing more than that. Although the methods were vicious and vicious, in the final analysis, they were all tricks commonly used by housewives, and they could be broken by tricks.Looking back now, she was nothing more than a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, and she would never be able to do evil and bite people if she was locked in a cage.

If it wasn't for Wang Chang and Xiao Yang's family being one body, and having the status of parents, so it would be inconvenient for him to do anything, he would have shot the poisonous snake to death with an arrow.Of course, there are some advantages to keeping it and grinding it slowly, at least to appreciate her pain, fear and even despair a few more times—just like she did to him back then.

Today, after Sun Rong's renovation, the small farms that specialize in growing medicinal herbs and raising horses and sheep are thriving.And other farms, shops, etc. in Dayang's dowry have also been controlled by him one after another, and even the big farms and shops in Huazhou are about to be taken back.However, the young Yang's benefits over the years still have to be recouped with interest.

The two-entry straw house looks simple and simple, but the inside is clean and tidy. Some of the decorations are quite exquisite, and there is a bit of hermit style.After Wang Zixian entered the main room, he saw that Mr. Song was writing a dragon snake, so he waited quietly.After Mr. Song finished writing, he gave his disciple a sideways look, and said with a half-smile: "Finally you are willing to come back?"

Wang Zixian did not take his words, but said: "Pu Wang and Si Pu Wang are about to go to Luoyang to take up their duties. After Mr. returns to Beijing, His Highness Pu Wang will not be seen again." He added: "I see Mr. The calligraphy was framed by the master himself? How about letting the disciples frame the calligraphy?"

Mr. Song pushed the paper away, a little disappointed: "That king is an interesting person, not quite the same as the rumors. It's a pity, a pity, no, maybe we should feel lucky for them." He and Li Tai also had quite a relationship before. There is some sympathy for each other, although the status is very different, but when it comes to poetry and prose, it is very speculative.It's a pity that this fate didn't last long, so we can only wait for the fate to meet again in the future.

Afterwards, Mr. Song sat beside him drinking tea, watching his disciple elegantly doing the job of mounting calligraphy and painting, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.Not long after, a silver-haired old woman came in with a few servants carrying a food table, and respectfully invited Mr. Song to eat for dinner.However, when she looked at Prince Xian, a loving smile appeared on her serious face: "Xiao Langjun just came back from Chang'an, he is already hungry. Don't be busy, let's talk about it after dinner."

Wang Zixian smiled slightly, and stopped politely.Although the evening meals are simple, they are all the dishes he liked when he was young, and even the taste seems to be full of warmth, all made by the old nurse A Nuo himself.Although she is only Dayang's nurse, in Wang Zixian's heart, she is like a real grandparent.

As the night darkened, after Wang Zixian finished mounting Mr. Song's calligraphy, he put it aside to dry.A wooden basin filled with warm water had long been placed beside him, and he washed his hands slowly, smiling as if thinking of something.A Nuo happened to come here with supper in person, seeing this, he said: "Young Lord, you have been busy for so long, go to bed after eating some soup."

The Shi Sui Soup she made herself was delicious and light. Prince Xian Su loved it very much, so he sat down and started to use it slowly.After using it, he pondered for a moment: "Mother Fu and Chengsou, do you want to leave this place and go to Chang'an with me? Now Shangzhou has no time to monitor your whereabouts, and you don't have to stay here for years and months. "

Anuo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "This old slave is used to staying here, it's secluded and leisurely, there's nothing wrong with it. If you go to Chang'an, if you are accidentally discovered by the two of the Wang family, it will be a drag Xiao Langjun." When mentioning Wang Ziling and Wang Zimu, she had a strong sense of disgust on her face.Especially Wang Ziling, perhaps because she had a disagreement with Wang Zixian since she was a child, she especially hated him, and she would not even mention it unless she had to.

"Then in a few days, after I have cleaned up Shangzhou, I will take Fu's mother and Cheng old man to Beijing." Wang Zixian continued, "You have been living in this Zhuangzi, working hard, and it is time to enjoy your old age in peace. It's time." His kinship is extremely thin, neither his father's clan nor his mother's clan have any reliable elders.The patriarch of the Wang clan just looked at him pitifully and took care of him occasionally.However, there are quite a few loyal servants around him, who have been with him for many years and have a deep friendship, and they can be regarded as his relatives.

Hearing this, A Nuo let out a long sigh, and his eyes were slightly red: "It would be great if my wife... could also enjoy the support of Mr. Xiao Lang..." The friendship between her and Mrs. Dayang is very deep, almost like a mother. Female average.Whenever I think of the Dayang family who passed away at a young age, I feel extremely sad.

Wang Zixian grieved slightly in his heart, and soon recovered.It wasn't that he was indifferent, but that he had never met Mrs. Yang, but only heard Arnold mention her temperament and preferences, how she expected his birth back then, and so on.He has never been together day and night, and he only faces rumors and cold tablets. His affection for his mother is more like a kind of attachment - the attachment to help her get back everything she deserves, and some faint thoughts.

Arnold looked at him, the wrinkles on his face were so deep that they seemed to be carved.She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, then shook her lips and calmed down: "Xiao Langjun is going back to Shangzhou tomorrow? Those people... those people are shameless and cruel, it's better to be careful..."

"It's just some idiots, it's okay, I can handle it." Wang Zixian said lightly.He vaguely felt that Arnold seemed to be hiding something, but he didn't go into it.After all, with the prudence of this old Fu mother, some things will only be said when they should be said, and no one can easily shake her mind.

Arnold stayed with him for a while before leaving.The time they can get together is too short, every time the old mother is reluctant, but she always resolutely watches him go, and this time is no exception.After Wang Zixian and Mr. Song rode their horses for a long distance, looking back, there was still a shambling figure standing on the top of the hill.

I haven't returned for several years, and Shangzhou remains the same.After seeing all the cities in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, looking back at my hometown, it is just an ordinary state city, neither prosperous nor declining.Wang Zixian didn't have any nostalgia for Shangzhou, nor did he have any sense of being close to his hometown.Most of his feelings for his hometown are based on his friendship with his fathers and fellow villagers here, but he often travels far and lacks this friendship, so he is naturally very indifferent.

After entering the city, Wang Zixian asked Cao Silang to send a message to the patriarch's family, and report back to the Wang family by the way.

Mr. Song already knew that he was at odds with his family, so he glanced at the three carts of soil instruments he had prepared: "Two carts for the patriarch's family, and one for my own family?" I don't know the world.How can there be any reason to be more affectionate to offspring relatives than to one's own family? ——Of course, his disciple's behavior has never been based on common sense.

"The family members look down on such a ritual." Wang Zixian chuckled, "The patriarch will accept it. However, sir, don't worry, even if you go home with your disciples, no one will dare to treat you poorly."

After all, Mr. Song used to be the head of the Imperial College under the seventh rank, so he was not enough in comparison, but he was more than enough in comparison to Wang Chang, a man who couldn't even keep a county lieutenant.Moreover, he is the gentleman who has performed the ceremony of being a teacher presented by the prince, and his status is extraordinary, and he must not be underestimated in etiquette, otherwise he will lose the face of the aristocratic family.Undoubtedly, Wang Chang has a very good face, he always puts on the airs of Langya Wang's children, and definitely won't allow Xiao Yang to do anything.

Sure enough, Wang Chang was very perfunctory and indifferent to Prince Xian, but he was extremely friendly to Mr. Song.Xiao Yang's guest house has also been prepared long ago, cleaned and arranged properly.If Mr. Song is a person who does not know the inside story, I am afraid that he will be confused by their enthusiasm for a while.It's a pity that not only did he know the situation of this family, but his eyes were also extremely sharp. Almost in a moment, he found the gap hidden under the enthusiasm of Wang's family, and he could only sigh in his heart: What evil did this disciple do in his previous life to make him feel that he was a child? With such a family?You can't move, you can't stay, it's really hard to deal with.But if it is not resolved earlier, after the disciple enters the official career, this group of family members will make him uncomfortable all the time, and if he is a little careless, he will be caught by others and his previous efforts will be wasted.

You have to think of some proper way—as a good and conscientious gentleman, shouldn’t you solve your disciple’s worries and problems?