The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

"No." Ye Sheng replied to him. "I've never been to Qingyang."

"Oh." Luo Tong turned around and continued pruning the branches. "Are you enlightened?"

"Open." Ye Sheng stood obediently and replied to him.

"Yes, how could I have forgotten? Even the poems will be changed." Luo Tong chuckled lightly. "In that case, Yun Qing, take this little friend to my study."

A boy who was not tall came out of the main room in the small courtyard, only taller than Ye Sheng.Looks younger too.With green shirt and green sleeves, he pointed at Ye Sheng in a gentle manner.

"Young master, please follow me." The green-clothed boy said.

Ye Sheng followed Xiaotong with a blank expression.

Luo Tong's study is much bigger than Rong Qian's.It was only after entering Luo Tong's yard that he discovered that there was a big universe behind Luo Tong's yard.There is a small door in the back of the three-entry yard.There is another courtyard outside the door.I don't know what is installed there.

Ye Sheng only stopped at the edge of the study next to the small door.

The furnishings in the study are simple and there are many books.Open the door and enter, first there is a foyer with a mahogany teahouse.On the right side of the teahouse is a floor-to-ceiling wooden screen. On the screen is a picture of red plums reflecting snow, adding some bright colors to the room.

It was only after bypassing the screen that I saw the big black writing desk. The writing desk was placed by the window, and the window was facing the red plum tree at the far end of the back yard.In front of the big book table is a Ru kiln plum vase with hosta flowers in it.On the north side are the bookshelves of jujube branches on both sides, and the bookshelves seem to have been taken care of.Not even a layer of dust.Looking brand new.Next to the bookshelf is another set of tables and chairs, and on the coffee table are white porcelain teacups.

Yun Qing took Ye Sheng into the study and stood beside the two bookshelves. "My lord said that since the young master was entrusted to him by Mr. Rong, he will not be polite. Start from the beginning, this wall in the morning, and the wall in the afternoon. Let's read it. Yun Qing looked at the young master, if Lazy, my adults said, if you are lazy, you won’t be reading anymore, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been prepared for you, copying is much more tiring..."

"Can I go back?" Ye Sheng looked desperately at the books that were full from left to right.

"Go back to young master. My lord has said that if you say no, please go back. Yunyan Academy is still in his hands, and you will never go to Yunyan Mountain again."

If it wasn't for Yun Qing's extremely polite and gentle words, Ye Sheng really wanted to go up and scratch him.

I just thought that the bald man was kind and beautiful.Pooh.Feelings are settled after autumn?Teacher debt repayment?

Ye Sheng stood there gnashing his teeth.However, Yun Qing helped him move a chair, facing the window, and thoughtfully made a pot of fragrant tea for him, and brought two plates of pastries.

"Young master, please start quickly. My lord also said that you should come here at the hour of Chen in the morning, and return to Gaoshan Xiaozhu every night after half hour. Before you go back, let the young master ask ten questions, and my lord will answer them personally. After the answer, my adults will take the school exam. I hope you will ask and cherish it when the time comes." Yun Qing smiled, and the meaningful smile made Ye Sheng feel a little scared.

No way, grind it.Ye Sheng sighed.He casually glanced at the books on the right wall.

"This "Treasure of Appreciation of Flowers" and "Jade House Classic" are also your adults who asked me to read?" Ye Sheng raised his eyebrows, and with a glance, he saw two books. . . . . .

"Young master, next to "Pin Hua Bao Jian" is "Xia Yi Lu", and next to "Jade House Classic" is "Tian Yan Shu". As for what to read. Individuals have their own destiny. You can read what you like. What our adults hate most is forcing others to read."

"All right, all right. Your adults are right in everything you do." Ye Sheng knew that it didn't make sense to say "our adults say" every now and then.Lazily standing on tiptoe, he randomly smoked the book.

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In the alpine small building, Rong Qian took off his moon-white robe, and changed into a blue lotus-colored Yunduan brocade robe embroidered with dark patterns. He wore an ink belt around his waist, and his long hair was simply tied up, leaving his usual wooden The hairpin was replaced with a white jade hairpin, and it became more elegant in the blink of an eye.

"Is the son going down the mountain?" Rong Ling who entered the door looked at Rong Qian's attire and was a little surprised.

It's only five days away from the fifteenth day of the moon, and the son's poison is often the most fierce at this time, and there is no room for neglect.

"I'll go into the palace once, and I'll come back as soon as I go." Rong Qian arranged his clothes meticulously without any disturbance.

"Is there anything you can't go for a few days? It's even more dangerous if Rong Wei can't get in the palace." Rong Ling frowned.

"They hit a wall in the palace last time, and now they don't dare to do it again. It's strange that Luo Tong came back this time. I don't worry about it." The imperial decree was issued on August [-]th, and Qingyang was not close to the capital.The father-in-law who delivered the decree will not be able to arrive in Qingyang until the beginning of September at the earliest.The imperial decree was in Luo Tong's hands, and no matter how fast he rushed back, it would be half a month in September.Now it is several days earlier.This cannot but make Rong Qian suspicious.

"Then I have to send my subordinates to go with you, how can you go alone?" Rong Ling couldn't help saying that he put down the tray in his hand and went back to change clothes.

"You can't go." Rong Qian hurriedly stopped him, "The son is still in Yunyan Mountain. Although Luo Tong is watching for me, he is too naughty. I am still worried. You help take care of him."

"Little Shizi has Mr. Chen San by his side, how can he use his subordinates?" Rong Ling's eyes were dim, and his face was a little anxious.

"You have to stay here if you don't need it, help me keep an eye on Luo Tong." Rong Qian didn't allow him to say more, and after packing up, he went out and prepared to go down the mountain.

No matter how clever Chen San'er is here, she is not as good as Rong Ling who is stable and has martial arts.What's more, the masters and servants here are not yet familiar with each other, so he can't leave them here alone.

Rong Qian's carriage galloped all the way, crossed the river beam, and arrived at the Weeping Willow Pavilion of Baqiao Weeping Willow.On the official road, there are few people.Rong Qian raised the curtain, and he could still see the red flames on the mountain from a distance.It was a red maple forest behind Yunyan Mountain.

The setting sun is about to fall, and the mountains are misty and misty like smoke.A white shadow in the distance is particularly eye-catching in the curling mountain scenery.

"The willows are colored every year, and the Baqiao is hurt. I don't know that King Yun is still so elegant looking at the long road." Rong Qian stopped the carriage and saw King Yun standing in the weeping willow pavilion under the twilight.Embroidered clothes in white, misty clouds and light, fairies like snow.Even just standing there at random makes the scenery lose its color.There are people, no matter where they are, it is a scenery that is enough to make people intoxicated.

"It's a long road, so what's so good about it? Why doesn't Rong Shizi think that this king is here to break branches and willows?" King Yun smiled, as if ringing rings, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, it was really Changbo's jealousy Hope Yaoshan is ashamed.

"King Yun can send him off in person, that person doesn't know how beautiful he is. After seeing off someone, King Yun should go back earlier. It's getting late, and the city gate is about to close." Rong Qian nodded and chuckled, put down the curtain of the car, Signal the coachman to leave.

A tiny amount of dust and smoke flew over the empty official road, and the carriage finally turned into a black spot.The weeping willow pavilion returned to silence, facing the crumbling red sun, it was more desolate and lonely.

When Rong Qian returned to Prince Rong's mansion, it was already dark.In the theater, candles are already lit.Far away, brightly lit.

Rong Qian got out of the carriage, took care of his clothes, and entered Yi Cinema after making sure there was nothing wrong.

The scenery in the courtyard is as old as before, and the jujube trees by the window are densely packed with red dates, like little fiery red lanterns, which are sweet to look at.

Rong Qian stepped into the inner room, and sure enough, he saw his mother and concubine sitting by the window doing maid work by the candlelight.Before approaching, Princess Rong raised her head and saw Rong Qian smiling gently.

"My son, I'm back." Princess Rong called out in surprise.He looked up and down Rong Qian for a long time.

"My son is not filial. I left my mother and concubine alone in the mansion during the Double Ninth Festival yesterday." Rong Qian simply stretched out his hand, and slowly turned around on the spot to let Princess Rong take a good look.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's good that my son has a heart. My son is working hard, how can I be with mother and concubine every day?" Princess Rong looked at it for a long time before she felt relieved and smiled gratifiedly.Suddenly thought of something and worried again. "It looks whiter than last time. Why did you come down the mountain at this time? If Mr. Gu is not by your side, won't my son suffer again?"

"Some urgent matter, I will go back to the mountain tomorrow." Rong Qian replied patiently.Sitting on the embroidering stool, he looked at the handkerchief his mother and concubine were embroidering.

"That's it, go back to the mountain as soon as you're done." Only then did Princess Rong feel relieved.A pair of bare hands caressed Rong Qian's hand.Pat patted.There is also a bit more energy on the face that is no longer young. "Don't worry about Concubine Mother, Concubine Mother lives comfortably in the mansion every day. My son takes care of himself."

Rong Qian nodded.Princess Ren took his hand, and was blinded by the gray hair on Princess Rong's head. "Mother and concubine don't worry. When the son revives the Rong Palace, he will be at his knees every day. Let the mother and concubine stop worrying about his son."

In the sixth year of Yuanguang, the mother and concubine turned gray.It wasn't just King Rong who died that year?The one who died was the princess who was once beautiful and shy.Which of the daughters of the Fang family is not temperamental and youthful, with a beautiful quality and a blue heart?Which one is not full of talent, who should be on par with her husband every day, be favored by him in the palm of his hand, and make her face glow when she teases her?

His mother was the only legitimate daughter of the Fang family's generation. Even in Qingyang in the early years, her talents could be passed on to the capital, and a random red note could be praised by others.Such a mother is proud, like the bright moon in the sky.Hanging high in the sky, it is beyond reach.

Where the clouds and rain fly, the mountains and rivers are the old days, and beautiful women are hard to come by again.That year, she married and became a wife, so proud that she also began to care for her husband and raise her children.What changes is life, what remains the same is the envy of others.

Rong Wanglongzhang Fengzi.Everyone said that they were a match made in heaven, needless to say Yu Fei's joy.

Don't complain, mother and concubine often say, people, you can't be too smooth.If you used up your blessings early, how should you go on the road ahead?

In the sixth year of Yuanguang, their family went to Changliang, and it snowed heavily that year.He was poisoned by the vine heart poison and curled up on the ground, watching his father's blood fall on the white snow, scattered into little red plums.

The mother cried and hugged him to escape, watching her husband fall into the ice and snow, and didn't even bother to hug the dead body.

On that day, the father died in the snow, and with him was the tender and smiling mother who only wanted to be gentle with him.

Mother's hair turned gray overnight, and she no longer had the radiant soul of peach blossoms.

Years can dilute the memory in the heart, but after all, it will not let people let go of even a little pain in the heart.

Rong Qian went out of the theater and saw the flickering lights inside. Where the lights shone brightly, a shadow of a beautiful woman was cast on the window, swaying and slanting.Yiying, Yiying, the name of this yard is really good.

Where the lights are dim, there is really only the shadow that never leaves.

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Woohoo. T^T Tap, tap.At least, today is longer than yesterday.Tomorrow will be longer than today.Meme ^3 ^O_o