The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

After Jiang Ziyan came out from the old prince's place, he walked towards the side courtyard, with Housekeeper Chen guiding him along the way.

He has walked this road several times, and he knows him well, so Steward Chen didn't really want to lead the way for him.

The two talked while walking, Jiang Ziyan asked: "How is the old prince's health recently? Does he often play mahjong now?"

As soon as playing mahjong was mentioned, Butler Chen came to talk.

"Isn't that right, my lord, you went to Lin'an with your son, and you don't even know the current situation in the capital. Do you know what is the most popular thing in the capital now? Playing mahjong. Now almost every household has a set of mahjong tiles, even regular There are fewer flower viewing parties.”

Jiang Ziyan didn't expect that mahjong would become popular in the whole capital so quickly.

But when you think about it, the family members of these important people in Beijing have almost no entertainment on weekdays. Apart from embroidering flowers at home and cutting branches, there is almost nothing to do.

What do you do with all this time?Naturally, there are various flower viewing parties, poetry competitions and other activities.

But the rewards come and go, that is, the difference is that the host of the banquet is different, and it will get boring after a long time.

But playing mahjong is different, just looking at the rows of mahjong tables on the street in the previous life, you can know how attractive this thing is.

After thinking about it, Jiang Ziyan still told him: "My lord is old, and it's not good to sit for a long time. If Steward Chen is free, I still need to remind him to stand up and go for a walk."

Chen Butler thought that this child was caring and sensible, and replied: "Hey, I understand."

Taking advantage of the moment of talking, the two walked to the side courtyard.

Steward Chen stopped at the gate of the yard, "Young Master, let's go in! The prince still needs an old slave, so the old slave won't be an eyesore here."

Jiang Ziyan said kindly: "Steward, please go slowly."

This small courtyard is a side courtyard in the old prince's courtyard, and Lin Xing lives here on weekdays.

Lin Xing continued to paint in the house as usual. The old prince hired a master who was good at ink painting to teach him. He had a class every two days. He was very talented and learned quickly.

Seeing Jiang Ziyan coming in, Lin Xing looked very happy.Immediately put down the pen in his hand and walked towards him.

After throwing herself into his arms, she tilted her head and looked behind him, as if to see if his brother had come.

"Don't look, Ah Zhao hasn't come back, and I won't be able to stay for a few days this time, so I'll stop by to see you."

Lin Xing pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, but then he became happy again, at least Jiang Ziyan came to see him.

Jiang Ziyan entered the room, and the room was very warm with the earth dragon burning. He took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger, touched Lin Xing's head, and found that he had grown a lot taller.

Now he is nine years old, and his head directly reaches his chest, but the baby face looks very immature, like seven or eight years old.

Lin Xing pulled Jiang Ziyan to sit down and gestured, "You and brother haven't seen me for a few days."

Jiang Ziyan knew that he must have missed them, so he comforted him: "I accompanied my brother to another place to be an official, not far from the capital, and I will be back when the New Year is approaching in a month, and I will bring you a gift then .”

Lin Xing nodded and gestured, "Okay."

"How are you doing these days when my brother and I are away? What do you do every day?"

"My lord treated me very well and let me call him grandfather. I have another family member." Lin Xing was very happy when he mentioned this, he stretched out his fingers and made a three-way gesture.

It means that he has three relatives now.

Lin Zhao, Jiang Ziyan, and Old Prince Rong.

Jiang Ziyan held his hand, "You will have more relatives in the future."

Lin Zhao nodded, and said with gestures: "I am learning to read, write, and draw every day. The masters are very good, and I want to be as good as him."

"I believe our Xingxing will be stronger than him in the future." Jiang Ziyan encouraged.

But he was still a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the old prince even hired Lin Xing a master to teach him how to read and write.

Thinking about it, it is true that they are nine years old. At this age, some children from other families have gone to school to take the entrance examination, and Lin Xing can't be ignorant.

It's just that although he can hear others talking, he can't make a sound himself. He can't be sent to a private school to study like ordinary children, and he is easily regarded as a different kind by other children.

Ever since he knew what Lin Xing suffered when he was a child, Jiang Ziyan has been careful to maintain his self-esteem.He is afraid that what others say will leave a psychological shadow on him.

But since he arrived at the palace, the prince has treated him very well and protected him very well, as if he was treating his own grandson.

Jiang Ziyan asked Lin Xing a few questions about his studies, and then talked to him for a while. Before leaving, he took out a short rope to measure his body, and made him a new style of clothes when he returned. Wear it, I think this kid should be happy.

When he returned from the palace, the day was almost over. The old prince insisted on keeping him for dinner, but his kindness was hard to resist, and he didn't leave until after dinner.

It was dark early in winter, and even though I ate dinner early, it was already dark when I came back.

Back home, Jiang Ziyan shook the cold air from his clothes. His house was not as good as the palace. The earth dragon was burning, and he still felt a little cold when he entered the house, but after all, it was much better than outside because of the charcoal fire.

As soon as he entered the house and lit the oil lamp, he suddenly felt a little lonely.Usually at this time Lin Zhao had dinner with him and lay down in bed.

In winter, he is most afraid of the cold, so every time Lin Zhao would go to the bed to warm up the quilt, and then let him lie down, he was used to it.

Habit is a terrible thing, once formed, it is very difficult to quit.

Jiang Ziyan didn't want to quit either.

He took a Mrs. Tang and hugged it in his arms to keep warm, and was going to read a book before going to bed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, he was covered with a quilt and only his head was exposed, he got up slightly and leaned out, "Who is it?"

The person outside the door paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Lang, it's me."

Hearing this voice, Jiang Ziyan recognized that the person knocking on the door was Feng Ke.

Since Feng Ke followed him to the capital, he has been by his side to protect him, but a few days before he followed Lin Zhao to Lin'an, Feng Ke suddenly said that he had something to do and needed to leave the capital for a few days.

He didn't come back until he set off for Lin'an, left and right Chen He followed by his side to protect their safety, and he didn't take anyone else to Lin'an.

It’s just that during the past few months in Lin’an, it seems that Feng Ke has never returned to the capital. He didn’t see him at home when he came back a few days ago. return.

So he knocked on his door tonight, did he just come back?

Jiang Ziyan raised his voice and said, "Wait a minute, I'll change clothes."

Jiang Ziyan struggled to get out of the hot bed, put on a jacket and a cloak, hugged Mrs. Tang, and then walked down to open the door.

Feng Ke stood at the door, his whole body was in the darkness, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"Come in." Jiang Ziyan said as he removed the latch and opened the door.

He also wanted to ask Feng Ke where he had been during the past few months.

Feng Ke was still holding his sword and walked into the house, only then did Jiang Ziyan see the expression on his face.

I don't know if it was freezing outside or because of something, his face was pale, and his mouth was even slightly blue.

"Hurry up to the charcoal stove to warm up. It's so cold and you're still wearing such thin clothes. If you don't freeze, who will you freeze?"

Such slightly reproachful words warmed Feng Ke's heart, and he knew that he was caring for him.

He nodded, walked to the charcoal stove as he said, put down the sword in his hand, and sat aside to keep warm.

Jiang Ziyan also sat around the charcoal stove. Wrapped in a cloak, he said while warming the fire, "Where have you been all these days? I don't know to write to me. I have been worrying about you for so long."

Feng Ke's lips moved up and down twice, trying to say something, but he didn't say it.

Jiang Ziyan sighed, and said: "I know you don't like to talk, that's all, just come back. It's almost the Chinese New Year, so don't run out if you have nothing to do, and spend the New Year at home well."

It was as if he was speaking as a member of the family.

Feng Ke looked up at him and said one word, "OK."

Jiang Ziyan felt that Feng Ke was a little strange tonight. In the past, he talked less and less, but today it seemed to be true and abnormal.

I didn't come back after going out for so long, and I didn't write a letter to him. It was so late, but I didn't rest just after I came back. Instead, I knocked on his door and came to find him.

When I came in, I saw him and didn't say anything, just sat and grilled the charcoal fire, as if I was frozen and in urgent need of warmth.

"Feng Ke, what's the matter with you? You came to me so late, do you have anything to say?"

Jiang Ziyan endured it, but still couldn't help asking the question in his heart.

Another silence greeted him.

I was already prepared not to hear the answer, but Feng Ke suddenly asked a question.

"Lang Jun, I'm very sorry."

Jiang Ziyan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Feng Ke, who was always quiet and indifferent, would say that he was sad one day.

Is this what hit you after going out for a few months?

"Why are you sad? Can you tell me?"

Feng Ke had been sad before, but the sadness at that time was not the same as now, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

Today is the same, and it will come after a few days.But he didn't expect to see the light in Jiang Ziyan's room was still on when he came back. He came back and he was still awake.

Feng Ke couldn't help knocking on his door, but when he entered the room, he didn't know what to say, so he kept silent.

But I always feel more at ease.

Feng Ke said: "I went out during this time because I investigated something related to my father's death. Then I met an old man, he... changed."

What Jiang Ziyan heard was ambiguous, but when Feng Ke first came to him, he was rebellious and unruly. At that time, he heard Zhang Qiu say that he only wanted to avenge his family.

He never asked Feng Ke who he wanted to seek revenge on.He was still in Linzhou at that time, but now he is in the capital, so did he return to Linzhou some time ago?

Jiang Ziyan didn't know.But looking at Feng Ke's mood at this time, he was very depressed, probably because he was hit hard by something.

"Maybe he hasn't changed, it's just that you don't know him well enough. Everyone has more than one face, maybe you only know one of his faces."

"Maybe." Feng Ke whispered.

He didn't want to say more, so Jiang Ziyan didn't ask this old man, but asked: "I heard you say you want to take revenge a long time ago. Is your enemy in Linzhou?"

Feng Ke answered this question very simply, "No. I'm still investigating."

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