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Jiang Chengyue put away the knife, walked to the stone table and sat down, wiped his sweat and said, "You're back from joining the army?"

Jiang Yuxing looked up at the sky in embarrassment, "You know I'm not going to..."

"Master," the boy said tremblingly, "but many people in the capital know that you have joined the army."

Jiang Yuxing was confused, "What?"

The boy knelt down with a "plop", and said with a mournful face: "Master, I... I really thought you were going to the northern border to join the army, so I told my mother, and my mother told Aunt Zhang next door. Uncle said, Uncle Wang told Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu..."

Jiangyu Xing: "..."

"Master!" The servant hugged his thigh, "I really didn't do it on purpose, please forgive me!"

There is one first and two big ones in the Jiangyu line --- I knew that I would not have left any notes saying that I would join the army, and my mind was pumped, and there were so many things.

"Forget it," Jiang Yuxing said helplessly, "Let's just say it, there's no way to control it."

The servant immediately stood up and said, "Young master, are you tired? I'll boil water and make the bed!" After speaking, he hurried away, fearing that his young master would tie him up and beat him if he was too late.

Jiang Chengyue put down the towel to wipe his sweat, and asked, "Meet your elder brother?"

Jiang Yuxing nodded, a little disappointed and said: "But I couldn't bring him back together."

"He will come back when he should come back," Jiang Chengyue said, "You can't persuade him because of his temper."

Jiangyu Xing was still a little worried, "But he's alone in Beiqi..."

Jiang Chengyue was silent for a long while, and only said: "He said, he believes in King Duan."

Why do you believe him?Jiang Yuxing thought, what if he crossed the river and demolished the bridge?

Jiang Chengyue walked to his side, patted his shoulder and said, "You have been running all the way, go back to your room and rest."

"Father," Jiang Yuxing said after a pause, "I...I shouldn't have left without telling you."

Jiang Chengyue smiled, "Okay, just come back."

The spring sun sets on the bare branches, warm and bright.

The old man chased the young man farther and farther, and he was about to lose it. He hurriedly lay down on the ground and wailed, "Oh, my stomach hurts, it hurts to death..."

The young man paused, turned around, and asked suspiciously, "Are you pretending?"

"It hurts so much," the old man continued howling, "My dog, my stomach hurts..."

Inumi came over hesitantly, "You didn't..." Before he finished speaking, he was thrown to the ground by the old man.

"Why are you running?!" The old man said dissatisfied, "Aren't you happy to see your godfather?"

Quansi was furious, "You lied to me again!"

His parents died early, this old man was his father's old friend, he tricked him into being his godfather, and he liked to play tricks on him, he was scarier than the prince.

"Why did you come here?" The old man asked strangely, "Didn't you sweep the floor with those old bald donkeys in Yunshan Temple?"

Quanmi's eyes were slightly red, "They said you're dead, I'll collect your body!" But he didn't know where to collect it, so he walked to the capital.

The old man looked bewildered, "Why do you say I'm dead?"

"I knew it was you who lied!" Inumi said angrily, "You just don't want to teach me how to draw!" If you don't teach, don't teach, and you don't have to pretend to be dead, right? !

The old man was very wronged, he really didn't know how he died.

Although his godson likes to paint, that painting...is really not that good.He taught for more than half a year, but this dog couldn't even draw flowers and plants well, so he followed him to Yunshan Temple to sweep the ground for a few days, and learned a lot of kung fu moves from those old bald donkeys.

The old man suddenly realized --- his dog's talent is here!

So, he left him at Yunshan Temple, thinking that in a few years, Gouzi would be a hero of the generation.

"I didn't pretend to be dead," the old man said wrongly, "I don't know how I died."

"I don't believe you," Inumi pushed him away, "Go away, I still have a task."

"Mission?" The old man asked puzzled, "Why are you going?"

Quanmi raised his head and said, "I am now the prince's secret guard."

When he arrived in the capital, he spent all his money, so he had to stay here.Later, he saw that the paintings of the scholar next door were selling well, and he thought about others when he saw things, and thought of the old man, so he wanted to learn painting again, but met the prince by accident.

The prince said that if he was willing to be a secret guard for five years, he would not only teach him how to paint, but also buy him a stall to sell paintings when he stopped being a secret guard.

He asked the prince, what does the dark guard do?

The prince said, go out for a walk if you have something to do, and sleep if you have nothing to do.

As soon as he was happy, he agreed.It was later discovered that the prince's mouth is a deceitful ghost, fighting, saving people, finding out news, and doing almost everything.

"Oh, son, you're promising!" the old man said, shaking his head, "I already know the relatives of the emperor!"

He thought again, wondering: "But isn't the prince cultivating immortals in the East Palace all day long? You follow him, is it a piece of alchemy?" Do you want to light a fire for him?

"I won't tell you," Inumi said, "Your Highness has said it, so don't tell others."

The old man said unconvinced: "Am I someone else?! I am your godfather!"

Inumi: "Your Highness said, even my own father can't say anything."

The old man: "..." So the six relatives don't recognize it?

Lin Xiuyuan, the back kitchen of Lin's mansion, was kneading the dough, and it made a "bang bang" sound on the table, splashing powder on Lin Ziyan's face.

Lin Ziyan raised his sleeve and wiped his face, but it was still white.

Lin Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing and said: "When you were a child, you also stood aside and watched Dad knead the dough like this, and you were puffed up like a little cat."

Lin Ziyan also smiled and wiped his father's face. At that time, he would always say that his father was a tabby cat.

"In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed," Lin Xiuyuan said with emotion, "You are already so old, even taller than your father."

Lin Ziyan looked at his father's pale temples, and felt sore and swollen for a moment.

"Old He's son is the same age as you, and he's already married." Lin Xiuyuan said suddenly, "Yan'er, do you have a girl you like? Dad asked someone to talk about marriage."

Lin Ziyan: "...No, no."

"Father is in charge, let's find you a marriage," Lin Xiuyuan said, "What kind of girl do you like?"

Lin Ziyan tugged at his sleeves nervously, "Father, actually...I..."

"You like reading so much," Lin Xiuyuan guessed to himself, "Is it because you like girls who are poetic and bookish?"

Lin Ziyan: "...No." He can't recite poems or paint.

Lin Xiuyuan: "Then you like gentle and quiet?"

Lin Ziyan: "No..."

Lin Xiuyuan: "More lively?"

Lin Ziyan: "No."

Lin Xiuyuan couldn't figure it out, "Then what do you like?"

Lin Ziyan: "...can roast chicken."