"Yuanlily, what's the point of your visit?" Li Yuan and Heng Yu commented on Fu Yi, and then asked about the daylily sitting beside him.

Hisaki lily lowered her head slightly and replied respectfully: "Reply to Mr. Luoyang, a letter has been sent to you."

Heng Yu paused as he shook the folding fan, "Do you know what was mentioned on Xin?"

"I don't know, but Mrs. Song felt a little uncomfortable after reading the letter."

It seems that the matter mentioned in the letter is related to her mother.

Heng Yu didn't ask any more. Li Yuan waved the daylily back and turned his head to Heng Yu and said, "Ju'er and his aunt had just arrived in Kuaiji for a few days, and Luoyang had an urgent letter..."

Li Yuan was a little reluctant to speak, so Heng Yu took the conversation, "It's okay, Yu already had a guess in his heart that his father was not in the court, and this change of power only fulfilled his father's wishes."

The glory of the aristocratic race is not only supported by historical heritage, but the most important thing is the continuous stream of talents in the clan.

Historical inheritance cannot be broken, and talent replacement cannot be broken. Chen Ping and Song family stand at the highest point, and it is not easy to maintain glory without falling.

In her father's generation, the two most outstanding people in the Chen Ping Song family were her uncle, Song Ni, the head of the Chen Ping Song family. Now he was appointed as the Shangshu Ling, one of the three dukes. The other was her father Song Qi, who was now appointed as the Nine Ministers. It's a pity that Song Qi had no intention of fame. If it weren't for the family, he would have chosen to retire to the mountains and forests to be a hermit who traveled around the mountains and rivers.

Now that Chen Ping and Song's younger generation have grown up, she has two cousins ​​who are almost at the age of becoming an official. After this time, I think my father is unwilling to stay in the position of Jiuqing for a moment.

Li Yuan admired the romantic talent of this uncle. The paintings and inscriptions on the folding fan in his hand were all written by Song Qi. Now that he heard that Song Qi resigned from office, he couldn't help but sigh: "I believe my uncle's charm is definitely more outstanding now. Unfortunately, I have just arrived in Kuaiji and cannot leave Kuaiji for several years, and I have no chance to visit my uncle and meet him."

"The jade also had a regret. I arrived in Kuaiji, but my father suddenly resigned. I guess my mother would be worried about her father's health. I will set off with my mother to return to Luoyang soon."

The two looked at each other and laughed, revealing the words.

The carriage walked slowly, and the mountain road was a little bumpy. After a while, I got off the mountain road and came to the flat road.

When they arrived at the prefect's mansion, it was already a little dark. The two got out of the carriage, Li Yuan returned to his yard first, and Heng Yu went straight to the inner house to find his mother.

Song Li was sitting on the stone bench in the yard, blowing the gentle evening breeze, and the two maids stood behind her to serve. Heng Yu walked over and looked at her expression carefully, but she didn't notice any abnormality. Then she bowed and said, "Hello, Mother."

Song Li held the maid's hand and stood up from the stone bench, walked to Hengyu, reached out and touched the back of her hand, and nodded with satisfaction after not feeling the obvious chill. "Your father has written to us. My son is smart, so he should have guessed the contents of the letter."

"The father got what he wanted, and the mother should be happy for her, so there is no need to worry."

Song Li sighed, "Your father has never discussed this with others."

There was only a little more other expression on Heng Yu's calm face. She was a little helpless, but thinking that this was something her father might have done, she could only comfort her mother and said, "There is a waste of time."

Well, it is true that the throne has been done. The position of Jiuqing is no better than that, and it is not something that can be taken after resigning. Song Li simply threw this matter out of the matter and turned his head to talk to Heng Yu about another thing mentioned in the letter, "There are two letters in Luoyang, in addition to your father's letter, and your uncle's letter. Your father intends to return to Chen Ping and not stay in Luoyang. His mother plans to accompany your father to Chen Ping. He originally wanted you to return to Chen Ping, but your uncle has other arrangements for you, and he seems to be more willing to stay in Luoyang."

Heng Yu took his mother back to the room, and while walking, he commented: "The most outstanding among the younger generation of Chen Ping and Song clan is that he was designated as the next patriarch, and among the other cousins, there are no pioneers."

As for those who are in charge of success, the Song family has flourished to the extreme, and maintaining success means pioneering and seeking change. However, Heng Yu has not said such a threat. People trained by the aristocratic clans have outstanding temperament and may become excellent hermits or mistresses, but not everyone can have good political literacy.

So Heng Yu changed the subject and smiled and said, "My daughter asked herself that her talent and knowledge were not inferior to cousin Xuan. Isn't it normal for her uncle to value me?"

Song Li was listening carefully to Heng Yu's words at the beginning, but when she heard it, she was clearly boasting. She raised her hand and pressed the corner of her lips with a handkerchief and smiled, "You, I don't know if it's influenced by your father. It's not good to show off so arrogantly."

"It's just a remark to make my mother smile." But her words are also a true portrayal of Chen Ping and Song's current appearance.

Others see glory, while those who are clear-headed realize the danger.

And the most worrying thing is that Song Xuan has been a medicine jar since he was born. If he had not been born in a top family and had various rare medicines to continue his life, he would have lost his life long ago.

"Forget it, I won't talk about this. I came to Kuaiji to visit your uncle's family. Now your uncle's cold has been cured. There is another urgent matter in Luoyang. Let's set off for Luoyang the next day."

This incident was expected, and now after hearing from his mother, Heng Yu replied.

Not long after, a servant came to inform us that we should have dinner. The two went to have dinner with Liyuan's family, and the five of them ate separately. After dinner, they returned to their respective courtyards to rest.

The next day, Heng Yu was playing the piano in the yard, and Li Yuan came to visit her.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, Li Yuan stopped the servant who wanted to go in and spread the news. He stood in front of the door, gently hitting the back of his hand with a folding fan as Heng Yu played the piano, with a comfortable expression. After the song ended, he didn't want anyone to spread it. He swung his clothes and walked into the courtyard with a casual helm and walked to Heng Yu, "No wonder my uncle said that you are the only one in the Song family to understand the four true meanings of qi, chess, calligraphy and painting. When you return to Luoyang, you must be the reputation of the lay Buddhist in the Mingchu period to spread throughout the world."

Heng Yu pressed his right hand on the strings of the piano, and casually tweaked the song that was not tuned, looking up at Li Yuan, "Cousin Chengyuan Ji Yan, please sit down." Her eyes turned and fell on the piece of paper that Li Yuan's fingers were holding, "Is this an invitation sent by Brother Fu Yi?"

"Fu Yi will hold a ceremony in three days, but it's a pity that you have returned to Luoyang by then." Li Yuan handed her the invitation.

Heng Yu took it, spread out the thin and smooth peach blossom paper, closed the paper for a while, and placed it on the side of the piano.

Li Yuan said: "Although people leave Kuaiji, the etiquette should still be received."

Heng Yu glanced at him and smiled and said, "My cousin Yuan and Brother Fu Yi were just a match, so he actually wanted to help him get the benefits from me."

Li Yuan smiled, "This is a bad word. Yuan just thinks that good things are suitable for beauty. Yu'er brought several folding fans here during this trip, and the folding fans are quite matched with Brother Fu Yi's talent and appearance, so she just wants the beauty of adulthood."

The folding fan became popular in Luoyang some time ago. Hengyu and Song Xuan had the best relationship. When Song Xuan held a party, Hengyu designed the folding fan to him, making him show off his style at the party. The folding fan painted on paper and the style of the Song family husband directly led the new trend of the Luoyang family.

Due to inconvenient transportation, folding fans have not yet spread to Kuaiji, but they are almost the same.

Heng Yu turned his head and glanced at Su Lan, the close maid who had been guarding her, "Did you hear Mr. Liyuan?"

Su Lan bowed and pursed her lips and smiled, "Yesterday Su Lan also met Fu Langjun. The folding fan with lotus painting is quite suitable for Fu Langjun. I will take it now." Wen Kuan retreated.

Other maids brought tea to the two of them. Li Yuan ate a bite of tea and said, "Brother Song Xuan is not far away."

"Indeed." Heng Yu was not interested in tea in this era, but just fiddled with tea lids. "The Fu family is weak. If I guess correctly, I will definitely come to Luoyang to plot after Brother Fu Yi's reputation. At that time, I should be able to meet Brother Fu Yi again."

"If the couple meets the prosperous hopes of the Fu family, they will definitely have a good conversation if they meet in Luoyang, but they will not be able to go to Luoyang to participate in this grand event in person." Li Yuan was quite fascinated by this.
Chapter completed!