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As the night fell, Song Changjing returned alone to supervise the construction of the government office. The young boy Song Jixin had already gone to the mud bottle alley, which was like a doghouse. The man did not force this. As a battlefield general who had commanded the army for many years, in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, he still
He could snore loudly, so the life of his nephew who was left alone in these years was not so suitable for the status of Tianhuang nobleman. Song Changjing did not feel that he owed the child this. It would be good to return to the capital of Dali alive.
The old steward of the government office had been waiting at the door, holding a lantern in his hand.
Song Changjing took the lead in crossing the threshold, which only opened a side door, strode forward, and said, "No need to lead the way."
The old steward nodded silently, slowed down, and then left quietly.
The government office on Fulu Street was not luxuriously built, and its land area was far less than that of the houses of the two surnames Lu and Li. The former, a genuine kiln supervisor, lived a poor and tight life, and the big families in the town also
I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
But Song Changjing was different. The younger half-brother of the current Emperor Da Li had made unparalleled achievements in opening up new territories, and was one of the top martial arts masters in Dongbaopingzhou.
His arrival was like a dragon crossing a river breaking into a small lake. Even if the local snakes were not afraid of him, facing someone like Song Changjing, everyone would behave respectfully.
When Song Changjing passed by a small courtyard, he saw someone still reading at night in the room with a light on. His posture was upright and he was still meticulous even when he was alone.
He is truly a gentleman.
Song Changjing's big sleeves were fluttering as he walked quickly with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
In the past, a young man studied at Guanhu Academy, and his calligraphy mastered the spirit, which made him famous in the court and the public. He was summoned to the palace by the emperor of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and wrote an imperial edict in the side hall. It was snowing in the middle of winter, and the pen was frozen and could not write. The emperor ordered more than ten concubines to serve him.
Use the left and right sides of your body to give him a thumbs up.
This incident quickly became popular in East Aquarius Island and became a good story.
It’s just that no one thinks deeply about how strict the imperial palace is. If the emperor doesn’t tell, the eunuchs don’t tell, and the concubines don’t tell, how do the people know?
Walking on the deep path, Song Changjing suddenly laughed heartily.
Wearing plain clothes, Song Jixin returned to Mubo Alley. The courtyard door was unlocked. After opening the door, he saw his maid Zhigui sitting on a chair in the main hall, half-squinting her eyes and dozing with her head tilted.
After tilting the head to a certain extent, immediately sit upright and then continue to tilt.
It seemed that the girl was really tired. Song Jixin bent down, shook her shoulders gently, and said softly: "Zhigui Zhigui, wake up, go back to your room and sleep quickly, be careful not to get cold."
The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and said confusedly: "Master, why are you back so late?"
Song Jixin smiled and said: "I went to the covered bridge. The journey was a bit far, so I was a little late."
When Zhigui saw Song Jixin's unfamiliar dress, he was surprised and said, "Huh? Why did the young master change his clothes?"
Song Jixin didn't want to talk more about this topic, "Don't mention it. After I lent you the local county annals, how are you doing in reading and literacy? Do you want me to teach you?"
The girl shook her head and said, "No need."
Song Jixin returned to his room. It was dark. He took off his robe, kicked off his boots, and touched the bed. The young man murmured: "Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, that's it."
Zhigui returned to his room, turned off the lights and went to sleep. He huddled in bed, making slight noises as if he was eating secretly and chewing something in his mouth.
In the end she even burped.
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Although Liu Xianyang has not officially become Master Ruan's apprentice at the sword making shop, everyone can see that Master Ruan thinks highly of this tall young man, otherwise he would not teach him how to forge sword blades step by step.
Nowadays, not everyone can enter the sword-making room.
During the break at noon, a young man with a background as a porcelain kiln worker ran up to Liu Xianyang and said that someone was looking for him. He winked and was very playful, saying that a beautiful woman who was more beautiful than the ladies on Fulu Street came to see Liu Xianyang.
Liu Xianyang followed him with a playful smile, but his mood suddenly became heavy.
Sure enough, there was a slender woman standing next to a well, surrounded by many young and strong men digging wells and moving soil, working particularly hard.
Just as the young master Song Jixin despised, Liu Xianyang is indeed a country bumpkin, but whether a woman is good-looking or not has nothing to do with whether she has read or not, or whether she is literate or not. Maybe the tall young man doesn't know that good-looking is a general and vague term.
To put it bluntly, there is actually one type called charming, especially dignified and charming, which is particularly touching.
If the word "mei" is interpreted as a Chinese character, it originally means the girl with thrush.
The nameless lady in front of me has eyebrows as fine as the beards of a worm, and a forehead like a cicada, broad, square, smooth and plump.
Today, she came here alone. She didn't show any signs of raising an army to accuse others, nor did she seem to be trying to bully others. Liu Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that no matter how good-looking this elegant lady is, Liu Xianyang does not deny that if it were in the past, they might have whistled a few times when they met on the street, but this does not mean that Liu Xianyang will be attracted to the tall young man.
Woman, she was the maid in Mud Bottle Alley before, she is now, and she will be in the future.
Liu Xianyang led the beautiful woman towards the creek and said firmly: "Madam, if you want to persuade me to sell you that family heirloom, I advise Madam not to talk about it."
The woman smiled sweetly and said: "Don't refuse in a hurry. Let me explain the stakes to you clearly, and then you can make a decision."
The tall young man's expression remained unchanged, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
In the distance, a girl squatted on the threshold of a sword-making room, holding a bowl of rice. The white rice was piled up like a mountain, towering over the edge of the big white bowl. She was gobbling it down. After eating the "mountain", she got her wish.
Seeing the braised pork hidden in it, her whole body was filled with happiness. She secretly turned her back to the man sitting on the other side of the threshold, chewing slowly, and asked: "Dad, do you care about that foreign aunt?
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The man said in a low voice, "I don't care."
The girl in green clothes said worriedly: "He is your founding disciple here in the future, so he is not afraid of going astray?"
The man said calmly: "Then that boy is unlucky."
The girl asked doubtfully: "Dad, don't you feel pity?"
For example, when she saw those delicious and exquisite pastries in the shop, it was fine if she didn't have any money in her pocket. If she had money, she bought them, but accidentally dropped them on the ground. She really deserved to be struck by lightning.
The man answered an unexpected question, "Is the braised pork delicious?"
The girl subconsciously nodded happily, "It's delicious!"
The girl suddenly tensed up. Her father had made a "decision" that she could only eat one serving of meat dishes every day, so she pretended that she only had a bowl of white rice and hid the braised pork in it. In order to eat it openly at night.
A meat dish.
The girl turned her head in embarrassment, raised the white bowl high, and said confidently: "It's only one piece, and I don't have any bad rules!"
The man chuckled and asked, "Then the piece of braised pork hidden at the bottom of the bowl will be a pity if you can't eat it?"
The girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she had been struck by lightning, and her heart was filled with despair.
The man also rubbed salt into his daughter's wounds, "If you didn't ask more about Liu Xianyang, dad would have turned a blind eye."
The girl remained silent and ate the braised pork in small bites. One look at her and she knew that she would be diligent and thrifty in the future.
After the man finished eating, he looked at the woman and young man on the other side of the stream and said, "As long as this boy doesn't go to the middle five realms for a day, dad will not care about his life and death. Even if he enters the middle five realms, dad will take care of it."
Sometimes, but I will never pay too much attention to it. It can only be done three times. There is no way to have good fortune or misfortune, it can only be brought about by oneself."
The girl said angrily: "Why don't you care?!"
The man said angrily: "Literature men recruit students and martial men recruit apprentices. They are not just gangsters recruiting minions. They are not thinking about quarreling with people in the future, and relying on the strength of their numbers to quarrel or fight with others. In the final analysis, in the end, in
In my eyes, teachers and students, masters and apprentices, are people of the same mind. What’s more, Liu Xianyang is not my disciple now.”
The girl said nothing.
The man sighed: "Silly girl, do you know how many people there are in this remote Dali Dynasty? More than 20 million households! With so many people in the world and so many troubles, can you take care of it? Dad will be here
In the next sixty years, when you take over the town from Qi Jingchun, don't wander around all day long. You can make swords and practice swords at the sword furnace with peace of mind. Otherwise, you will get into trouble. Will dad care about it or not?"
Before the man could finish speaking, the girl said, "You don't have to worry about it."
Her words made the man almost suffer internal injuries. They were so powerful that they were no less powerful than a certain swordsman's secret skill.
The man really wants to bang this silly girl on the head. Can dad not care about your affairs?
The man is a little sad.
The girl looked "shocked" and said: "Hey, why is there an extra piece of braised pork at the bottom of the bowl? Alas, I have used up my share today. I'll give it to you, dad?"
The man didn't have to turn his head to look, he could feel the silly girl's poor acting skills, and said helplessly: "Forget it, just eat it, dad will treat it as if you only ate a piece of braised pork today. Remember to hit the iron in the afternoon, don't be lazy anymore."
This time, the girl's gratitude was not fake at all, "Dad, you are so kind!"
The man laughed angrily and said, "It's braised pork, okay."
The girl lowered her head, took a mouthful of rice, and whispered, "It's okay, dad."
The man had a sullen face and managed to hold back his smile. After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to have a daughter.
To be continued...