There is space for the married man

It seems a little weird to be said by You Jingshu. Although they both have no real names, he does have the name You Jingshufulang on his head no matter what.

Speaking of Wen's family, Wen Lang asked curiously: "Speaking of which, how did you and Wen Pingting get engaged? Your father is the prime minister of the court, and Wen Shilun is just a servant in the middle school. No matter how you pick your in-laws, you can't pick them." on his head."

Hearing Wen Lang call Wen Shilun by his name so directly, You Jingshu fixed his eyes on Wen Lang. Wen Shilun was Wen Lang's biological father after all, and if he called him by his first name so directly, Wen Lang probably hated Wen Shilun.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Seeing You Jingshu staring at him without speaking, Wen Lang asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, it's not a secret. When my father went to the imperial capital to rush for the exam, he happened to cross the river in the same boat as your father. Later, a big wave threw a boat full of people into the water. It was your father who saved my father's life." , and later the two became colleagues, they got in touch with each other more, and they formed a family." You Jingshu explained in a flat tone.

Wen Lang nodded, it turned out that was the case, he said how could he be able to climb up to be the prime minister with the identity of the Wen family.

After talking for a while, the two fell asleep with their backs facing each other.

In the morning, after Wen Lang washed up, he first went to look at his vegetable field. As expected of the soil watered by the Lingquan, it became much more fertile overnight.

He planned to go to the town today to buy more seeds and come back to plant them. You Jingyue made breakfast, and after the family had eaten, Wen Lang and You Mingyuan went to the mountain town together.

"Father, how are you teaching? Are you tired?" Wen Lang chatted with You Mingyuan while walking.

"Not tired, Ms. Wang is very smart, but it's a pity that she is not a man, otherwise she will be able to achieve something in the official career." You Mingyuan sighed.

When Wen Lang heard his words, he thought of Tanchun in "A Dream of Red Mansions". He was shrewd and capable. If he was a man, he would definitely be able to hold up the sky. Unfortunately, it is too far away to talk about equality between men and women in this era.

The two parted at the intersection, Wen Lang put down his back basket, and just as a woman brought a child over to buy, several tall and strong men came over and overturned his stall.

"Take it away!" The leading man shouted loudly.

Wen Lang saw that they were dressed as yamen servants, and recognized that they should be from the yamen.

"Brothers, I don't know what I did. Are you going to overthrow me?" Wen Lang didn't panic, stood up and asked firmly.

It's a pity that the other party was not a good talker, so he took Wen Lang away without giving him a chance to speak, because he was from the yamen, and he was afraid of making things worse, so Wen Lang didn't dare to do anything, so he was just taken away.

Seeing the little beggar squatting in the corner, he immediately ran to the palace. He had been favored by Wen Lang on weekdays, but seeing Wen Lang's accident, he remembered that Wen Lang had friendship with the Wang family, so he hurried to find someone.

Wen Lang was held tightly in the prison for no reason, and the other party didn't explain, just threw him into the cell, and gave the jailer a look, "Good hospitality."

An ugly smile appeared on the jailer's wretched face, "It's easy to say."

Wen Lang frowned, and took a step back. The jailer opened the door and carried him out of the cell. He was small and hadn't developed much. The jailer was a middle-aged man with a big belly, and he carried him like a chicken.

"Third brother, he is a brother after all, won't he be sympathetic?" Another jailer with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled meaningfully.

"What about brother, under my hands, they are all dead." Zhong Laosan patted his stomach, threw Wen Lang to the ground, "handcuff him."

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You Mingyuan was giving lectures to Ms. Wang. The weather was good today, and the place of the class was moved from the study to the pavilion. Ms. Wang was writing hard, when she heard her servants rushing in and saying, "It's not good, Mr. You, you Brother Jia Wen was taken away by the yamen servants!"

"What?!" When You Mingyuan heard this, the textbook in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"A little beggar came here just now. He was sweating profusely and came here to let me tell you." The servant hurriedly explained.

You Mingyuan has an impression of the little beggar he mentioned. Sometimes if there are perilla, peach and ginger that are not sold out, or those that are of poor quality, they will be given to the little beggar to eat.

"Teacher, don't worry, I'll find someone to inquire about it." Miss Wang put down the pen in her hand, comforted her, and then said to the servant, "Send someone to inquire about why the people in the yamen wanted to arrest Brother Wen. "

"Yes." The servant wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and hurried out.

"Who has Brother Wen offended recently?" Miss Wang asked as she put the teacup in front of You Mingyuan.

"We do business according to our duties, so how can we offend anyone." You Mingyuan also couldn't figure out why the people in the yamen would suddenly arrest Wen Lang, and Wen Lang hadn't committed any crime.

"My father is still a bit thin in front of the magistrate. My father will come back later. I will ask him to visit the magistrate." Ms. Wang spoke in a calm manner, which made people feel calm few.

You Mingyuan frowned, and cupped his hands at Miss Wang, "Thank you..."

Miss Wang hurriedly helped him up and said, "Teacher, this is Zhesha Mier."

Not long after, the servants came over and said: "Miss, Mr. You, I just went to inquire about it, but I don't know why the people in the yamen want to arrest Brother Wen."

Ms. Wang and You Mingyuan frowned at the same time, this is really strange, arresting people for no reason is unreasonable.

"That being the case, let's wait for my father to come back first." Miss Wang had no choice but to hope that her father would come back soon and get some news from the county magistrate.

You Mingyuan waited anxiously, from sunrise to sunset, Wang Yuanwai finally came back from Zhuangzi next door, Miss Wang hurriedly explained the situation to Wang Yuanwai, Wang Yuanwai respected You Mingyuan very much, and heard that he didn't even have time to drink , "Let's go, let me go to the magistrate's house."

"Wang Yuanwai, please allow me to go with you." You Mingyuan arched his hands to Wang Yuanwai and said.

Wang Yuanwai didn't dare to accept his gift, so he hurriedly helped him up and said, "What do you want to say, sir, this way please."

The two got into the sedan chair and arrived at the magistrate's home in a short while.

At this moment, the magistrate had just had dinner and was dealing with official business in the study, when he heard a servant coming to report that it was Wang Yuanwai who came to visit.

The county magistrate was a little puzzled about what Wang Yuanwai was looking for at this point, "Please hurry up."

"What kind of wind is this that brings you here, Wang Yuanwai?" Zhixian said with a smile.

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm even thinking about it. Don't be safe, Mr. Zhixian." Wang Yuanwai bowed his hands to the magistrate and saluted.

"Hey, that's a sight to behold." The county magistrate lifted him up and was about to speak when he caught sight of You Mingyuan behind Wang Yuanwai.

He looked at You Mingyuan in disbelief, his hands trembling, "This... this..."

Immediately, the county magistrate suddenly bent down and saluted You Mingyuan, "Master Prime Minister."

You Mingyuan was startled, he didn't expect the county magistrate to recognize him.

When the magistrate raised his head, his eyes were red, "I am so lucky to be able to meet the prime minister here."

As he spoke, he was about to worship again, You Mingyuan supported him, "Your magistrate doesn't have to do this, Mingyuan is just a sinner now, how can he bear such a great gift from your lord."

"My lord is bright and bright, with an open mind and an open mind. He will definitely not be the kind of villain who would take bribes." Thinking of You Mingyuan's experience, Zhixian's eyes turned red again.

You Mingyuan was demoted and his family was sent back to his hometown because his colleagues impeached him for taking bribes. How could You Mingyuan not understand the real reason? Corruption and taking bribes was just a pretext, but the Holy One saw that he had made great achievements, no matter how loyal he was , and no longer trust him, and his eldest son You Jingshu's high school champion, if he grows up in the future, his Youjia may be unstoppable.

The building collapsed, but overnight, but freezing three feet did not happen overnight. The Holy Majesty had long been jealous of him. His colleagues framed him and impeached him for corruption and bribery.

Everyone in the world regards You Mingyuan as a sinner. He used to love him so much, but now there are so many voices who scold him. You Mingyuan didn't think that in this remote place, someone would believe him innocent.

After crying for a while, the magistrate took You Mingyuan's hand and said that he must have a drink with him, and he would not go home until he was drunk.

You Mingyuan quickly grabbed him and said, "Actually, I came here today because of my brother."

After hearing what had happened, the county magistrate was furious and slammed the table, "Who gave them the guts to arrest people indiscriminately!"

The magistrate glanced at the servant, saw that he looked guilty, grabbed his collar and asked, "What's going on?"

The servant trembled and said plainly: "Going back to the master... yes... the meaning of the young master."

When the county magistrate heard it, it turned out to be that bastard son of his family again, "Go! Call me that bastard."

The servant said with a flickering expression: "Young... The young master hasn't come back yet."

"Go and find it for me! If you don't clean up this scoundrel today, you'll really be lawless!" The magistrate blushed with anger, and when he turned his head and saw You Mingyuan, he immediately calmed down again. Wufang, you can rest assured that this matter will definitely be explained to you and your young master."

"Where's the person?" The magistrate looked at the servant with a fierce look again.

"Back... back to Master, you're in prison..." The servant was shaking so badly that he stumbled a few times before he could speak clearly.

When the magistrate heard this, it was all right, what is the prison cell, how could the young master of You Xiang's family stay in that kind of place.

"Go! Go to the dungeon!"

You Mingyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fists and prayed in his heart, hoping that Wen Lang would be okay.

However, when he entered the dungeon and saw Wen Lang covered in blood, You Mingyuan almost fainted.

"Brother Lang!" You Mingyuan quickly stepped forward to check Wen Lang's situation.

Wen Lang opened his eyes in a daze, as if he saw You Mingyuan's face, "Father?"

His voice was like a thread. Ever since Wen Lang got married, when had You Mingyuan seen him so lifeless, and his heart was pierced, "Brother Lang, it's dad. Dad is here to take you home. Don't be afraid. never mind."

Wen Lang nodded his head lightly, wanting to show a smile and tell You Mingyuan not to worry, but what followed was his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Brother Lang!" When You Mingyuan saw Wen Lang faint, his heart almost stopped in shock.

"You Xiang, hurry up and take the young master to my house, I have already sent for a doctor." Seeing Wen Lang's bloody appearance, the county magistrate felt his heart skip a beat, and scolded his bastard son bloody.

You Jingshu, who was practicing calligraphy at home, suddenly felt restless. He put his hand on his chest and looked out the window. His father and Wen Lang hadn't returned yet after sunset.

"Why haven't your father and Brother Lang come back yet?" Song Lingwan stood at the gate of the yard and looked around, but she didn't see anyone after several times, seeing that it was getting dark.

"Why is my heart beating so fast?" Song Lingwan put her hands on her chest, her face tensed.

"Mother, don't worry, maybe something has delayed it." You Jingyue comforted.

"I hope so." Song Lingwan stood for a while, remembering that the stewed meat in her pot should be almost done, so she told You Jingyue to wait here, and went into the house by herself to the kitchen.

"Second Brother, why haven't Brother Wen and Dad come back yet?" You Jingyang asked with a clever little face in his arms.

You Jingyue patted his head and said, "It should be soon."

"Oh." You Jingyang nodded, his stomach growling.

"Hungry?" You Jingyue asked with a smile.

You Jingyang blushed, and said stiffly, "No."

"Cuckoo-"

As a result, You Jingyang's white and tender face turned even redder. You Jingyue couldn't help but take out a small bag of sugar from her bosom, and fed it into You Jingyang's mouth, "Brother Wen gave it to me before, so I'll give you a cheap price before I eat it."

You Jingyang blinked his big eyes and said: "When I grow up, I will earn a lot of money to buy you candy."

"Okay, our Yangyang is the best." You Jingyue rubbed You Jingyang's little head and smiled.

The two waited at the door until it was dark, but they didn't find anyone, but they saw a carriage slowly approaching.

After a while, a person got off the carriage, "Excuse me, is this Master You Mingyuanyou's house?"

You Jingyue glanced at him warily, "Who are you?"

"I am the steward of the magistrate's house. My surname is Liu. My master sent me to talk to Mr. You at his home. My master and Mr. You hit it off right away, and left Mr. You to drink at home. Brother Wen is also here. Today I won't come back tonight, I'll come back tomorrow." Guanshi Liu explained to You Jingyue respectfully.

When You Jingyue heard that this person turned out to be the steward of the county magistrate's residence, she quickly invited him in.

Guanshi Liu took a sip of water and got up to leave. You Jingshu pushed the wheelchair and said to him, "I'll see off Guanshi Liu."

"Don't bother me, Eldest Young Master, stay for a while." Guanshi Liu asked You Jingshu, who had inconvenient legs, to see him off.

But You Jingshu insisted, he glanced at Guanshi Liu, his clear gaze made Guanshi Liu startled, could it be that the eldest son saw something?

You Jingshu pushed the wheelchair to stop in front of the yard, and said softly, "Is it my father or Wen Lang?"

Liu Guanshi looked at You Jingshu in amazement, and thought that this young master of the You family was really not an ordinary person.

Before he could speak, he heard You Jingshu say, "It should be Wen Lang."

Liu Guanshi was terrified, so he could only tell You Jingshu exactly what happened. You Jingshu frowned, and looked at Liu Guanshi with cold eyes.

"Your family should give me an explanation to Youjia." You Jingshu's eyes were heavy, and in the summer, Guanshi Liu felt as if he was in the cold winter.

"Yes, yes, it's my young master's fault. My master has already beaten him up and locked him up. He will definitely give the eldest son an explanation." Steward Liu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, subconsciously bent over and said respectfully Said to You Jingshu.

"This is an innocent disaster, how could it be settled with just one sentence." You Jingshu's light words made Guanshi Liu feel that Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and he couldn't raise his head for a long time.

"What does the eldest son mean?" Liu Guanshi asked cautiously.

"Your young master has no enmity with my You family in the past, and has no grievances in recent days. You shouldn't trouble my You family for no reason." You Jingshu's words made Liu Guanshi suddenly understand that his young master was probably being used as a gunman. up.

"Don't worry, eldest son. The younger one will tell my lord the truth, and the person behind this will definitely be caught, and I will give you an explanation." Manager Liu promised again and again. After getting into the carriage, he suddenly realized that he was standing in front of a young man, with the gun on his back. His clothes were drenched with cold sweat.

"This young master of Youjia is definitely not something in the pool." Liu Guanshi sighed.

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"Master, let Jie'er out quickly, he has a high fever!" The magistrate's wife rushed into the house and began to cry.

The magistrate was hurt by her crying, and said angrily: "You should let him have a better memory! All day long, he is my son of Hou Maofeng, and he is showing off everywhere. You haven't seen what little brother Wen has been tossed into, so what?" But my brother, when he was brought out of the prison, he was covered in blood, and he is still awake! How dare you intercede for that wicked son of yours."

Madam Hou shrunk her neck and said, "Although Jie'er is a bit willful in normal times, her nature is not bad. This time, someone must have been instigating her in his ears."

Speaking of which, Hou Maofeng pointed at her and said: "You are still ashamed to say that you are not the one who indulged, a loving mother is a loser, and every time he gets into trouble, you have to stand up and stop him when I say important things. It's all over, you dare to let the government officials arrest an innocent citizen behind my back, if this news gets out, who will trust me as the county magistrate in the future."

"I see, don't want my black gauze hat either."

When Mrs. Hou heard this, she became a little scared. She thought that she was just an ordinary brother, and the matter of giving some money at most would be over, so there was no need for the master to be so angry.

"This...isn't that serious." Mrs. Hou said hesitantly.

Hou Maofeng flicked his sleeves angrily, glared at her and said, "Benevolence of a woman, your good son, but in broad daylight, arresting people in the street for no reason, what will the common people think, will they think that the next one to suffer may be Own?"

After Madam Hou heard it, it seemed that this was really the case. If the master lost the hearts of the people, how could he be an official here.

"I, I, I... I will definitely discipline Jieer well." Mrs. Hou didn't dare to intercede for Hou Caijie anymore.

Seeing Mrs. Hou leave, Hou Maofeng rubbed the center of his brows, hoping that this incident could really give the mother and son a memory. It was because he was negligent in disciplining his son that it led to today's incident.

"How is little brother Wen?" Hou Maofeng rushed down and asked.

"Master, I just got rid of the fever, and I'm still in a coma." The servant replied respectfully.

"Ask someone to bring some food to You Xiang." Hou Maofeng leaned tiredly on the chair, closed his eyes and rested.

When he was rushing to take the exam in the imperial capital, he was fortunate enough to hear a few words from You Xiang, which benefited him throughout his life. In the eyes of students all over the world, You Xiang is a role model.

Hou Maofeng was born in a poor family. After taking the exam year after year, he still failed in high school. He wanted to give up for a while, and even told his classmates that the officialdom was for a noble family, and they, the children of the poor family, couldn't make it no matter what.

It wasn't until You Mingyuan, who was also from a poor family, appeared in front of them and walked up to the position of prime minister step by step, that these poor children saw the dawn.

On the day of You Xiang's accident, Hou Maofeng drank all night and his eyes turned red from crying.

The hearts of many children from poor families also had an accident with Xiang Xiang, and they were broken.

The so-called rise of the poor family is just a flash in the pan, and the officialdom is ups and downs, and it is still the world of the noble family after all.

"Hey..." Hou Maofeng let out a long sigh, the night was as cold as water, and the day was getting darker and darker.

You Mingyuan guarded Wen Lang all night, and Wen Lang didn't wake up until noon the next day.

"Father?" Wen Lang woke up and saw You Mingyuan coming in with medicine.

"Brother Lang, you finally woke up, how do you feel?" You Mingyuan happily put down the medicine bowl in his hand, walked up to Wen Lang and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little hungry." Wen Lang was in pain all over his body, but seeing You Mingyuan's haggard face, he knew that he hadn't slept all night.

As soon as You Mingyuan heard that Wen Lang had an appetite, he quickly got up and went to ask someone to bring him something to eat.

While You Mingyuan was out looking for someone, Wen Lang secretly drank some spiritual spring, and the pain in his body was relieved.

Those two jailers were really ruthless.

Wen Lang lifted his clothes and looked at the welt marks on his body. The wounds were gradually healing, and Wen Lang didn't dare to drink too much spiritual spring for others to see.

After lunch, Wen Lang drank the medicine, and the maid of the Hou family came to apply the medicine for him, only then did he notice that he also had welts on his face.

"Don't worry, young master, there will be no scars." The servant girl saw him touching her face, thinking that he was worried about the scars on his face. After all, he is a brother, only 17 years old. If his face is ruined, he might cry die.

Naturally, Wen Lang wouldn't worry about leaving scars, he had a spiritual spring, so he wouldn't leave scars at all.

"Hmm." He responded lightly.

The servant girl thought he was sad, and her movements became more careful.When I went out, I met my little sister and whispered: "Our young master is really too much, the young master knows that he has a wound on his face, but he is very sad."

The other servant girl nodded and said, "Young master is a brother, your face is your life."

The words of the two of them happened to be heard by Mrs. Hou, and she felt uncomfortable when she remembered that the cause of this matter was her son.

"Go and ask, if there are any good medicines for removing scars, bring them to Brother Wen." Madam Hou instructed her maids.

"Yes."

The doctor came over to take Wen Lang's pulse, feeling a little strange, this little brother's self-healing ability is too good, the pulse is steady, it doesn't look like he is seriously injured.

"This young man's body needs to be cultivated. It's best not to walk around." The doctor gave Wen Lang some more instructions, asking Wen Lang to eat lightly, keep the wound from getting wet, and take good care of it so that there shouldn't be any scars.

You Mingyuan sent the doctor out, and asked the doctor carefully, whether the wound will leave scars, their family will definitely not dislike Wen Lang, if You Jingshu dares to dislike him, he will definitely clean up You Jingshu, the most fearful thing is Wen Lang Lang felt uncomfortable in his heart, and Wen Lang had to be strong-tempered the most. Although his style of life was no different from that of ordinary men, he was a brother after all, who wouldn't care about his face.

Not to mention the face, even with so many wounds and scars on the body, it is uncomfortable enough.

The doctor couldn't guarantee with You Mingyuan that there would be no scars, but Wen Lang took care of them carefully.

You Mingyuan nodded, feeling a little worried.

After a while, Guanshi Liu came over and said that the matter had been clarified. It turned out that Luo Laowu was behind the trouble.

After Luo Laowu was arrested, he confessed to Mr. Yuan again. Only then did Wen Lang know that the last time he was robbed on the road, it turned out that it was not someone who was jealous of him doing business to make money, but Luo Laowu and Mr. Yuan. handwriting.

"You child, when someone robs you, you don't tell your parents when you go home." You Mingyuan was shocked when he heard it, and blamed him.

"Father, I don't want you to worry, besides, I'm fine, right?" Wen Lang quickly comforted him.

"Next time you encounter such a thing, you must tell your family, you know?" You Mingyuan urged.

Wen Lang is used to solving things by himself, but it feels good to be cared about. He smiled and nodded, "Okay, I get it, Dad."

Unexpectedly, before Luo Laowu suffered enough from the incident last time, he dared to cause trouble, so he should chop off his hand.