Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

The scene of two or three days was not as painful as usual.After these few days of recuperation and rest, the arrow wound on his left arm has healed up again, and within a few days, he will be able to move around as usual.

He walked through the Langwu Bichi, pushed the door and walked into the inner room.

It's night and more lonely, how is it like a thousand miles?He was sitting by the table under the window sill, and he glanced at the golden dace on the table.

When did he ask for pastries to be placed in his room?

He raised his hand suspiciously, and took out a piece of golden dace to roast.

It's the same plate of pastries, but holding it in my hand now, I am far more thoughtful than I was then.

Roasted dace -- this is Qi Xin's favorite food since he was a child.

He pinched the golden dace Zhi's fingertips and looked around, but he didn't notice any suspicious person's voice.

Other than Qi Xin, who else can send the golden dace...

He put down the window lattice, went back to the table, and broke the golden dace in his hand into two halves.

"Sure enough." He carefully unfolded the cloth inside the pastry, and after a while, he saw the deficit on the cloth—Xu Zhuang.

Right Prime Minister Xu Zhuang?

He looked at the cloth in front of him, the deficits on it were crooked and uneven in thickness, obviously not written by Qi Xin, but rather written by an illiterate internal servant.

When did Qi Xin bother to write?He shook his head and sighed, his cold eyes gradually became thoughtful.

Under the dim candlelight, he lowered his eyes and walked towards the bed, and then extinguished the oil lamp.

When the oil lamp was flickering and dying, the man hidden outside the window stroked the face of Rakshasa ghost, his eyes were dim.

Among the mountains in the courtyard, clouds and smoke float in front of your eyes.

He looked at the long bluestone steps above his head, raised his feet, and walked up the stairs step by step.

When you climb to the last step, the tall building, full of ghosts, is the hidden place of Zhou Rao Shixian Xu Zhuang.

Everyone knows that there are spirit heroes on Tingjie Mountain.

At that time, a young man from Xuzhuang was recruited to serve as a servant of Zhou Rao. Because he was tired of the court, he began to live in seclusion at the age of Li, traveling all over the famous mountains, looking for strange people and strangers. Gao Jue didn't come out.

However, because of Xu Zi's profound knowledge, King Hui of Zhou would go to the mountain to seek advice in person whenever he encountered good or bad luck or major conquests.

He walked in the front, nodded, and signaled to the two little doormen standing on each side. Once he reached the top of the mountain, he immediately saw the daylight.

He and Lu Yi stood in front of the majestic and towering mountain gate, moved their more flexible left arm a little, and found that the man with the Rakshasa ghost face had not been seen for four days, these four days, the leisure was a bit uncomfortable.

He stepped across the threshold and looked left and right.

Lu Yi raised his head and followed behind him intending to move forward.

"Brother, please stop. The old master doesn't like people disturbing his quietness."

The little gate boy with a scroll and white hat stretched out his white and tender palms in front of Lu Yi who was striding forward with a sword. He was not very big, but his tone was quite sophisticated, like a very good blocker.

The step that Lu Yi took towards the mountain gate stopped awkwardly, his body stiffened.

Seeing this, he smiled and said: "Lu Yi, just wait here, I will come whenever I go."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked into the cloud-shrouded bluestone path, leaving Lu Yi behind.

Lu Yi bowed and said yes, and stepped back to the small pavilion not far to the left of the mountain gate.

"In the mountains, Xi quietly watches the morning hibiscus, Matsushita Qingzhai folds the dew sunflower, and the wild old man competes with others for seats. Why are seagulls more suspicious?"

He raised his head and held his breath, looking at the pleasing birds, flowers and trees, and the shadows of empty people in the lake, stepping into the deep and secluded song, it makes people feel that everything is completely silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

The fireworks in the sparse forest are late.

He took a step, and the mountain wind was blowing on his face, making his vision more and more hazy.

It's time to apply.

In Pingling Academy on Jiguo South Street, the elderly Taifu was teaching his disciples with a ruler in the courtyard pavilion.

After changing his clothes and washing his face, he passed the quiet pavilion, and the younger brother who arrived late crept over and made a gesture of silence, "Brother, is the teacher still teaching in the hall?"

The two latecomers huddled together, one poised, the other panicked.

Chu Rui leaned into his ear on tiptoe, and reminded furtively: "The teacher has a bad temper recently, brother, you have to be careful when you go in."

After finishing speaking, Chu Rui pointed to the pavilion.If the figure swaying back and forth in the window lattice is not the teacher, who is it?

He followed Chu Rui's gestures and looked over. In the pavilion, the teacher with gray beard and hair was standing with his hands behind his back.

"Junior brother, why are you panicking? You and I go in together, and the teacher will not only punish me."

The gate of the building is separated by a pavilion of spring flowers, a row of willows, and a bend of a green lake, with beautiful scenery.

At this time, he stood at the most beautiful place, turned around and patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and then dragged his junior brother into the pavilion.

"What are you two doing? You even made an appointment when you were late."

The teacher in the pavilion turned his face, looked over the rest of the disciples and shot at the two of them, immediately leaving the two of them stealthily hiding.

He and Chu Rui walked slowly to the center with shy faces, bowed and raised their hands, and called out: "I have seen the teacher, and the disciple knows his mistake."

In the spacious and bright inner room, the window panes and wooden branches just block the light and shadow outside the building.

The two who were absent from the evening class knew they were wronged, bowed their heads, and apologized to the teacher tactfully.

At this moment, the brothers from the same school who were still staring intently and wholeheartedly at Xi all turned their faces inquisitively, and their eyes fell on the two of them, looking at each other and bowing their heads in whispers.

The Tai Tuo took out a booklet from the sandalwood cabinet, stroked his flowing beard, "Tell me, what is your mistake?"

The Tai Tu twisted a pair of blue eyes, deep like an abyss.

Hearing this, Chu Rui lowered his eyes and pestered his arm, and he immediately bowed his hand respectfully, "There are two major faults with my disciple."

"Not studying evening classes and disrespecting the teacher's order is one; arguing and conflicting with others in private is not abiding by the rules of the school."

As soon as he finished speaking, he signaled Chu Rui to follow with his eyes.

In an instant, the Tai Tuo saw the two bowed respectfully to him in unison, as if they were not asking for forgiveness, but for severe punishment.

Seeing this, Tai Tu couldn't bear to punish them severely.

"It doesn't matter. Now I can't control you as a teacher. As usual, I will copy a hundred copies of "Master's Exegesis" and hand it over to my teacher before tomorrow."

After listening, he and Chu Rui took the booklet from the teacher's hand solemnly, with lingering fears in their hearts.

"Junior brother, let's stay in the room tonight and transcribe carefully. This "Exegesis" has at least 750 chapters."

Watching the teacher leave, he straightened up and walked up to Chu Rui, patted Chu Rui's thin shoulder, like a gentleman in Tsing Yi, with a gentle smile, but he did not hide the self-sarcasm and banter in his eyes.

"Brother, like this, we have shared weal and woe." Chu Rui gave him a reproachful look, and he tilted his head and chuckled.

Past events flowed by like flowing water.

At that time, the brother who studied under the Taifu was good at piano and chess, worked in grass and clerks, loved thin gold, and was good at doing things alone. He was the teacher's most satisfied student; But it was the one that caused the teacher the most headache; but unfortunately, the two of them became close friends who were inseparable...

He recovered from the phantom, his eyes gradually showed an uncontrollable sadness and desolation, and the old man who had been watching for a long time at the end of the path closed his eyes and meditated.

"Master Hou is here? Please forgive the old man for not going out to greet him."

The old man who has reached the age of Ai has brows and yellow hair, but his eyes are clear and bright, he smiles when he speaks, and his whole body is full of vitality.

He calmed down his turbulent mood a little bit, walked in front of the old man, and stopped in his tracks, but seeing the famous Yamanaka right minister still dressed in commoner clothes and eating a simple meal, he immediately felt overwhelmed.

"Xu Zi is well-known outside the world, and seeing him today really lives up to his reputation."

He bowed his hands respectfully, he really didn't dare to take the old man's "Lord Hou".

"Xu Zi, this is a shame for the younger generation. I think I am notorious, and I absolutely dare not be called 'Hou Ye'."

He saluted the old man again, his respect and self-effacement were not pretentious, but seemed to flow from the bottom of his bones, and his sincerity was pleasing to the eye.

Xu Zhuang stretched his brows, and stretched out his hand to stroke his inch-long white beard, "This old man is two generations older than Lord Hou, and he has a close relationship with your father. Here, I will call you 'little friend', can you willing?"

As Xu Zhuang spoke, he looked around at him.

After many years, Shu Ye's son has grown up to be able to take charge of himself.Guangfeng Jiyue, really can't help it at all.

Thinking of the old man, Xu Zhuang suddenly clenched his fists and coughed.

And he was woken up by a few blunt coughs, and recovered from his astonishment, "Xu Zi is right. Thanks to Xu Zi's love, how could I not want to?"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to support the old man who had become weaker and weaker recently, thinking about his father who was buried in Jieshan, his eyes were once again entangled with inseparable entanglements.