No slag in the world

Not long after Bu Chiyao became emperor, he should be so busy now. Although there are many worries, most people still talk about having such a wise king.

The sound of the wake-up tree startled everyone's attention, and the old people who were talking about storytelling on the stage were all paying attention to themselves before they spoke, "Listening to the opera, listening to the charm, listening to the high mountains, flowing water, deep valleys and clouds are all interested. Appreciating opera, life, good and evil Loyalty and treachery are always related to joy and sorrow, let's talk about it today..."

The mouth of the storytelling is also strict enough, it will not mention the name of that person, it is easy to offend people, this is to tell the book, not to seek death, but as long as you pay attention to these things, you can guess what you said Everyone.

"Ziyuan, why are you listening to storytelling here again? Go home quickly, Mr. Wen said that he has something important to tell you." Changyi patted his bamboo horse hard enough to be jealous of others.

Wen Yi's current identity is the second son of Wen Xiu, Wen Chu, the minister of Dali Temple, Wen Chu, Ziyuan, and Chang Yi is the third-rank son of Fengtian Mansion Yin.

"Wuzhi?" Wen Yi turned around and saw that it was Changyi who knocked him with the fan he bought earlier, "Forget it, since my lord father told me to go, then you will look after me for me. Hello."

Chang Yi just wanted to refuse, but when he saw Wen Yi, he was scared, "Okay."

It’s not too far from the teahouse to Wen’s residence, and it only takes ten minutes by sedan chair. Unfortunately, Wen Yi didn’t come in a sedan chair. He always walks. Why do you take a sedan chair in such a close place? The sedan chair is still rickety. Are you tired?

Wen Yiyong left, and arrived at Wenfu within a few minutes. Wenxiu is a good official, neither corrupt nor corrupt, and he is upright, but he does things rigidly, doesn't know how to adapt, and is often squeezed out by others, so he struggled in the officialdom After so many years, he is still only a third grade, but Wen Yi likes this cheap dad very much.

When Wen Yi entered the door, he heard his book boy rushing over, "The second young master is back, go to the study room quickly, the master is looking for you, and you came back before you expected it."

He casually put the things he brought back into the arms of the book boy, "Well, what did your lord father call me?"

"This... This slave doesn't know either." Shu Tong paused, remembering Wen Xiu's expression when he came back, and comforted Wen Yi, "But it shouldn't be a bad thing, the master looks very good, it seems like a happy event."

It was only a few steps from the main entrance to the study room, but Wen Yi saw at least twenty or thirty beautiful maids and handsome handymen. Wen Yi seemed to be aware of his current situation.

Sure enough, it was ancient times. I had just turned 15 years old, and there were already so many people who wanted to climb into my bed. It was really... so happy.

Wen Xiu was called by His Majesty the Emperor to speak alone in the imperial study room early this afternoon, and he was praised. He just came back and was trying to sort out his long-standing corruption case because of his busy schedule. Suddenly, he had a burst of inspiration and picked up the rice paper on the side. , Press it with a paperweight, then pick up the brush on the side of the pen, and start drawing.

Ink painting can be described as a big project, and each stroke must be designed well, because it cannot be changed, and it must have its own unique style, otherwise, the finished painting will be waste paper.

Wen Yi saw Wen Xiu painting at a glance. It was as casual and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, but each stroke was extremely elegant. It didn't look like painting, but more like dancing, with ease and just right.

After finding a place, Wen Yi didn't intend to do anything that would cause people to find out that he was someone else. After all, he liked this family very much, including sharing a body with himself now, Wen Chu.

After mentioning the words to the painting, Wen Xiu put down his pen and looked directly at Wen Yi, "I think you are getting older, you need to practice and practice. When you have enough experience, you will go to the exam. Remember, if you are not in the top three, you Just don't come back, if you lose your name to Sun Shan, remember not to tell people that I am your father, I can't afford to lose this man."

"Yes, I will fulfill my mission."

Wen Xiu was very displeased with Wen Yi like this, but his son was too respectful to him, what could he do?He was also at fault. He still taught the eldest son when he was a child, but when it came to the younger son, he was too busy to touch the ground. How could he have time to communicate with the younger son, and it ended up like this.

To his son who owed him, Wen Xiu couldn't scold or beat him, so he could only retreat again and again, "You haven't been close to me since you were a child, and today, you chat with dad."

"it is good."

"Father remembers that you were born 15 years ago, on a day full of flowers and flowers. At that time, your father was still a fifth-rank official. When your mother gave birth to you, your father was lucky and skipped a level. , became a fourth-rank official, your outdated grandma wanted to name you Wen Fu, Dad thought, no matter how blessed you are, you have to live well, but on second thought, if you live well, but you become a corrupt official , what can we do, dad will name you, Wen Chu, Chu, the beginning of all things, I want you to remember, don’t forget your original intention, and don’t fall.”

"Ah."

"Well, people like to talk about these things when they are old. I won't talk about them anymore. I remember you were only this big when you were born." Wen Xiu compared the size with his hands, and then seemed to see Wen Xiu when he was a child. Chu, laughed, "You hadn't opened your eyes at the time, but your little hands liked to grab at random, and you wouldn't let go of your father's beard, but I was very anxious, and finally let go."

"What a long beard my father had at that time, I actually caught it." Recalling the past, Wen Xiu revealed a kind of joyful anger, which made Wen Yi want to protect this rare father's love.

"Didn't dad like Guan Erye, so he grew a beard of about five inches. After you pulled it out like this, dad never dared to grow a beard again."

"No wonder Dad looks envious every time he sees his colleagues' beards."

The father and son talked all night, and at five o'clock, they were reluctantly separated by Wen's mother.

Although Mother Wen's face was dissatisfied, she was rarely happy in her heart. She was very worried about the matter of the father and son. One was persistent and refused to let go of her face as a father, and the other was unwilling to accept her father's treatment of her in any way. The show of goodwill is just to maintain superficial respect.

For this matter, Mother Wen did ideological work for the two of them, but both of them used one sentence, they were fine, and they directly KO Mother Wen.

But fortunately, now the gap between the two of them has finally been removed. Mother Wen doesn't want them to be kind and filial, but Mother Wen doesn't want them to lose the most basic family relationship.

But Mother Wen is struggling with one more thing now. Wen Xiu asked Wen Chu to practice, but what exactly is he going to practice?Will it be very hard, will my son pass the test, will he be able to go home?

It's a pity that no matter how worried Mother Wen was, Wen Yi would have to take on the burden the next day and embark on the journey of experience.

"Son, this is Pan Feng's banknote, you must keep it safe."

"Ah."

"This is your clothes, don't lose them, the girls in the mansion and I made them for two whole days."

"Mother." Wen Yi held Wen's mother's hand, Wen Xiu glanced at it lightly, coughed a few times, but Wen Yi didn't let go.

Wen didn't let go, but Wen's mother broke away, "This is the groom I found for you, Shutong."

When Wenxiu was almost in a hurry, Mother Wen finally finished explaining, let Wen Yi get into the carriage, and Mother Wen still watched him leave.

A child travels thousands of miles, and the mother is worried, don't go to the hometown to call the water flow.The cold dew and the autumn wind asked each other again, but I will keep the warmth and coldness in my heart.

Wen Yi sat on the carriage, feeling the warmth surging in his heart, "Wen Chu, thank you." - Shutong is not qualified to sit on an equal footing with his master, they all sat outside the carriage.So Wen Yi is not afraid of being overheard and go around saying that he is a demon.

"You are me, how can I say thank you to myself." Wen Chu's voice came into Wen Yi's mind through a door.

"That's right," Wen Yi closed his eyes and tried to feel for the door, but his body looked like he was sleeping. No one would feel that there was anything wrong. When he finally found the door, he pushed the door open. After leaving, I realized that I shouldn't have come.

Wen Chu was lying on the beauty chair. Although he was dressed tightly, just looking at his back could make people's nose bleed. If it wasn't for Wen Yi who was still in a state of consciousness, he would probably be smoking.

"Coming?" After tidying up the clothes meticulously, Wen Chu conjured up a plate of pastries out of nowhere, delicate and lovely, with a mouth-watering aroma.

Pick up a few of them and eat them, soft and delicious, sweet and soft, although it is a conscious body, its taste still makes Wen Yi, a foodie, want to stop.

When the food was almost finished, Wen Yi licked his fingers, "I want to venture into the rivers and lakes, I want to experience the world of happiness and enmity in storytelling, I want to understand the lives of those who stand on the shoulders of fame and fortune, Ziyuan, are you willing to let me feel it?"

"Why not." Wen Chu took out another plate of dim sum, "Do you want more? But the types are different."

"Yes!" After finishing speaking, the hungry tiger pounced on food, and wiped out the dim sum in Wen Chu's hand.

When you are full, you have to sleep. Wen Yi followed the principle of eating and sleeping, lying on the beauty chair, not going out, and let Wen Chu go out.

"Ziyuan, you're the best, go out, anyway, you haven't gone out for a long time, don't stay at home all the time." The cuteness skills learned from the first world were shamelessly used by Wen Yixiang on Wen Chu.

Wen Chu was dumbfounded when he heard the word home, and then Wen Yi pushed him out of the door.

"There's nothing I can do about you." Wen Chu, who was squeezed out of the door, reluctantly brought the dry food from the book boy. Wen Yi would rather starve to death than eat food that didn't suit his appetite, so he picked the time to push himself away. Come out, otherwise how could she waste time going to sleep.

"Young master, it may be a little dry. This is water, because it is only roasted with fire, and it may not be so hot."

"It's okay, you don't have to take care of me, go eat."

Dry steamed buns with water are really delicious, but Wen Chu still tasted like a delicacy from mountains and seas. Seeing that Wen Yi thought he was eating something delicious, but he had the same body as him, and the taste of Dandan in his mouth told him , How ordinary and unpalatable it is.

The author has something to say:

I heard from Papa that my sister was in pain again last night, so I went to check again, (⊙o⊙)!

After checking so many times, why can’t it be detected? If it is detected, it will be treated. If it can’t be detected, it can’t be said to be sick, but why is it so painful? I always feel that my sister can solve tens of thousands of dollars every time I go to the hospital. Why? thing

The stingy Ben Miao feels all kinds of heartbroken when he thinks about the money spent!I don’t know how many times I’ve been checked repeatedly! Hun Dan, what are the people in the hospital doing for food!

Well, I’m too excited. After all, it’s sad to see my sister hurting me. If I want to check the money I spent, my heart is cut like a knife. Of course, it’s all my parents’ money, but it’s also hard-earned money Besides, my parents didn't care about my body so much when they were not feeling well.

The most important thing now is that my sister's chest pain is gone, and she can come back. Originally, because she was often sick, she missed a lot of classes due to pain here and there, and her grades were not good. Now her grades and my brother's combined are not as good as mine. There are many points, and now it is like this, I am worried whether she can finish junior high school because I am in a small black room (locked) so it is not easy to copy

Thank you Bai Yu for mine, lie flat and still flirt