The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

Ye Sheng was speechless by Rong Qian.Had to grind with him slowly.I am so worn that I no longer dare to splash ink everywhere when I write, and I am so worn that my sitting posture is upright, I no longer dare to twist around, and I can see forever with a single movement.

Although the characters are still ugly, Rong Qian is not in a hurry.Knowing that it was not well written in one day, he wrote many copybooks for him to describe.Yes, Ye Sheng had a very fulfilling life.

In the blink of an eye, there was an autumn rain and a cold, when Ye Sheng had just put on the big moon-white padded robe on this mountain, something big happened.

Fang Qingliu, who was next door, took the exam in advance and passed the exam.

It's not a big deal, after all, Rong Qian passed away some time ago.Fang Qingliu was a few years older than him.It's justified now.

But when Fang Qingliu came to Gaoshan Xiaozhu with wine that day, he was not very happy.

"I'm about to leave." After several months of studying hard without being tortured by Mr. Gu, Fang Qingliu has also grown white skin, and his voice was poured with honey a few days ago by Mr. Gu, so at least he can hear it a little bit. tough to come.Although it was not as good as Rong Qian's clear voice, which sounded like rings and jingle bells, it was much better than the hoarse voice that was like a duck's voice when he first arrived.

Ye Sheng looked at this bright and handsome young man, and unconsciously hummed and smiled.It can be considered that they have no fate.When I met him, it was probably the darkest and most embarrassing time for him.

"What are you laughing at?" Fang Qingliu glared at him.

"Ah, I'm laughing at you. Now that you are white and handsome, I'm afraid I will fascinate many young girls from Jiangnan." Ye Sheng smiled, and sat on the side with his chin in his hands, looking up at him.

"Let's go, it's going to snow if we don't leave." Rong Qian sat by the table without raising his head, straightening Ye Sheng's small body.Playing chess is not honest.

"Gen Kun, why don't you miss me?" Fang Qingliu stared at Rong Qian, and with a flick of his hand, threw the wine he brought into Rong Qian's arms who had just entered.

"Why do you miss you? How old are you? It's better to go back if you waste time here." Rong Qian looked at the chess board on the table calmly.He looked up at Ye Sheng again. "Are you sure? Don't change it?"

Ye Sheng, who just played chess just now, shivered, wiped his eyes in fright, and looked at the board again.I can't see any tricks, so I just broke the jar. "No change."

He didn't win anyway.

"Because of a small loss, I told you a long time ago, watch the chess game, watch the chess game. How can you win if you keep your eyes on this small area?" Rong Qian looked at him meaningfully.With one move, the chessboard immediately took shape.

Ye Sheng stared blankly at the board, and sure enough, he lost again.Rong Qian's hands are always capable of turning clouds and rain.

"It doesn't seem like he misses me." Fang Qingliu on the side saw Rong Qian ignoring him, and his usual aura of barking his teeth and claws had weakened, with a tired expression, and sighed faintly.

"When is the departure?" Rong Qian said indifferently.Still not looking at him, he just patiently took back the pieces on the chessboard and prepared to rearrange the chessboard.

The son has been a little tired from reading these past few days, so teaching him how to play chess is a whim, but the skills are too numerous to overwhelm him.Seeing that he got started very quickly, if you adjust well, you shouldn't miss it after teaching.

"Tomorrow." Fang Qingliu was a little sleepy, and sat down on the empty chair next to him, very rude.

Chen San'er saw the opportunity and served Fang Qingliu a cup of hot tea.

Rong Qian took another look at Chen San'er.He found that this person became more and more intelligent.

"Hmm." Fang Qingliu took the hot tea and sighed, feeling that this was his treatment.

"Why did you remember to drink barley tea?" Fang Qingliu took a sip and put it down.Frowning, a little disgusted with this tea.

The Fang family is a master of poetry and etiquette with a profound heritage, and the kung fu of tasting tea is all well-known.Although he is eclectic and not very picky, he is used to the simple tea and light food here on the mountain, but can barley tea be considered tea?

He can be tolerant, but the bottom line cannot be lost.

"Oh. The baby has accumulated food for the past few days." When Rong Qian mentioned Ye Sheng, he smiled and signaled Ye Sheng to drop the baby.

"What's wrong with the barley tea? Elder Gu specially sent it to my third son's father-in-law." Ye Sheng pouted his lips and let out a thud.

Chen San'er has become more and more capable recently, and ran out all day long.Go to Gu Lao's to eat and drink, and after eating and drinking, you can go to Fang Lao to listen to the music.When I came back in the evening, I stopped by Zhao Mu's house for a "visit".From time to time, he would bring back some game to add to Ye Sheng's meal.

Ye Sheng sometimes followed him, but Mr. Gu didn't give him face at all.Xiaoyou and Chen San'er yelled, but when they saw him, they only said one sentence. "Where's your family, Gen Kun?" God damn your family!

Ye Sheng, who had a bad nose, never went to join in the fun anymore.Those old men have been on this mountain for a long time, and their tempers are getting bigger and bigger, and he can't afford to take care of them.That is to say, Chen San'er has a unique taste at a young age, which is similar to other people's stink.

"What's wrong with the one that Mr. Gu sent? I also fired it." Fang Qing gave Ye Sheng a blank look.

It's fine to leave, at least, the old man said goodbye to him.I don't know if anyone else knows the name of Jieyuan from his Fang family.

"I'll see you off tomorrow." Rong Qian cast a glance at Fang Qingliu.His eyes were light, but Ye Sheng felt that this glance was meaningful and sincere.

"Okay." Fang Qingliu immediately smiled.Showing his white teeth, he picked up the cup and drank heavily.

"Then I'll go back and pack my things first. Remember to come tomorrow. You can bring the little ones too." Fang Qingliu ran away after finishing speaking.

. . . . . . .Ye Sheng wants to talk about feelings and so much here, but he just can't bear to be modest?

Fang Qingliu's temperament is quite cute.

Ye Sheng laughed unconsciously.Staring at the chessboard for a long time without making any moves, he smirked there.

"What are you laughing at? He feels wronged." Rong Qian glanced at him.Patted his head.

"When he met Yuan when he was 14 years old, my master happened to be traveling. He was tricked and abducted to let him come here. After finally settling down here, I wanted to let him go back. Do you think he was wronged or not?" Rong Qian Qian smiled, seeing Ye Sheng's delay in making a move, he simply threw the piece in his hand into the chess box.

The white jade chess pieces made a crisp sound of "ding" when they collided.

"He was wronged." Ye Sheng smiled and couldn't sit still, his small face was pressed against the chessboard and Yan Yan looked at him. "Why did he go back when he was so wronged?"

"Because he wants to help me." Rong Qian smiled wryly.He smiled and narrowed his eyes.He turned his head to look out the window at the yard.

The autumn wind is rustling, and many leaves have turned yellow.But the frost chrysanthemum in the corner was full of vitality. When Ye Sheng looked at it yesterday, there were already three or four small flower buds.Rong Qian said that after the first frost, the flowers will bloom.

Ye Sheng followed his gaze, but found that he was looking at the other side.The wild geese lined up in the sky looked small but stubborn under the clear blue sky.

Ye Sheng didn't like watching wild geese.Watching them flap their wings makes them tired. "I'm very tired, why are you still flying?" Ye Sheng murmured.

"Don't fly, wait to die? Winter is coming, if you don't go back, it will be too late." Rong Qian smiled, but his brows were deeply furrowed.

Concubine Su Gui pointed him out that day, and he came back to have a long talk with Fang Qingliu.It wasn't until he saw the article that Luo Tong handed him a few days ago that he knew that Qingliu had agreed.

What the Holy Majesty wants to use is not the Fang family in Qingyang, but the Fang family that is upright under his nose.The Fang family is bound to come to the capital.Fang Qingliu is Fang Hanlin's eldest son, Xie Yuan, who is 14 years old.If he can go to high school in Chunwei the year after next, he will be a 17-year-old Jinshi.Fang Qingliu was still in Yunyan Academy for the past few years, Luo Tong saw that his family background was clean, and he was exactly the person the Holy Majesty was looking for.

Rong Qian can almost predict the future, this is a road to heaven.If he has the ambition to be worthy of this path, then Qingliu's position as a supreme minister is just around the corner.

He knew that Fang Qingliu had no such ambition.But he knew Fang Qingliu knew he had.Therefore, Fang Qingliu was walking for him.

"It's getting cold, where do you want to spend the winter?" The wild geese in the sky have already turned into strings of black spots.Rong Qian withdrew his distant gaze and suddenly asked him.

"Ah?" Ye Sheng was taken aback for a moment, why did he talk about spending the winter again?

"An old friend is coming, I can arrange where you want to spend the winter." Rong Qian smiled deeply with deep eyes.

"If you don't want to go back to that Yunwang's mansion, and don't think about my Rongwang's mansion, we can wait until the Chinese New Year before going back. When it snows in winter, the snow-capped sky is so spectacular, I'm afraid you haven't seen it before."

"Can you stay here until the Chinese New Year?" Ye Sheng's eyes lit up.Prince Rong's mansion is empty, and Prince Yun's mansion cannot accommodate him.He really didn't want to go back.Although it is remote here, there are many people.Still at ease.

"Guess you don't want to go back. I already asked that old friend to come directly to this mountain." Rong Qian smiled fondly at him. "Come on, play chess. I'll let you in. If you win a game with me today, you'll be allowed to eat."

"How can I beat you?" Ye Sheng pouted.Crying and playing tricks.

Early the next morning, when Ye Sheng woke up, he saw that the courtyard was full of fog, and the green bamboo leaves in the corner by the window were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.Like the white pistils blooming on the emerald green leaves, there is a freshness in the cool place.

Ye Sheng was overjoyed, and rushed to the yard to look at Shuangju.Sure enough, the bowl-sized white chrysanthemum was full of fragrance.Xue Qingyu's thin appearance, matched with the surrounding thick smoke and dark rain, is independent and sparse, cold and scorching moonlight.Like a frail beauty with tears in her eyes, it makes people feel infinitely attached.

"The flowers are so beautiful." Chen San'er looked left and right, and praised. "My lord, how about picking one to see off Mr. Fang?"

"Well, yes. It's more thoughtful than breaking that old willow branch for him later. Don't they literati like this tune?" Ye Sheng clapped his hands in agreement.

When Rong Qian packed up and came out, he saw Ye Sheng was pacing in the yard with a freshly picked chrysanthemum in one hand.

Autumn is just right, and there is a cold sobriety in the frosty fog.The little baby in the yard has green eyebrows and tender cheeks.There is autumn water in a pair of eyes, and he is tilting his head to look at the green bamboo leaves beaten by frost in the corner of the wall.

The author has something to say:

Today is really a good weather for sleeping under the quilt. O_o slept through until 06:30pm.