Time is slow

   Chapter 62 Sleepless

   "General—"

   Shao Mingyuan lowered his head and raised his head after a while, his face was whiter than Leng Yu: "Qiao's house is on fire?"

   "Yes, the news that came out the day you left the city. Jiafeng Qiao's family disappeared because of a fire, and the emperor sent an imperial envoy to investigate whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster." Shao Zhi replied.

   "Young Master Qiao...does he live in Kou Shangshu's mansion now?"

   "The general guessed right, Young Master Qiao and his younger sister are now living in Kou Shangshu's mansion, just—"

   "Speak!" Shao Mingyuan's thin lips parted slightly.

   "There are rumors outside that Mr. Qiao was disfigured in order to save the younger sister!"

   Disfigured, it is not as simple as being ugly, but losing the qualifications for the imperial examination. This is the most cruel thing for scholars, it means that the long cold window and hard study have turned into nothingness, and there is no chance to jump across the dragon gate.

   "General, you... condolences..." Shao Zhi advised cautiously.

   They knew better than anyone that the general shot his wife with his own hands, and was tortured by guilt in his heart for a long time, and it must be extremely uncomfortable to hear such bad news now.

   Shao Zhi winked at Shao Liang.

   You are always clever, how did you become a saw-mouth gourd at this time?

  Shao Liangqiang pulled out a smile: "General, do you want to drink? My subordinates just went to the famous Chunfenglou and bought two altars—"

   Shao Mingyuan waved his hand and showed a shallow smile: "I'm fine, you all go down."

   Shao Zhi and Shao Liang looked at each other and had to step back silently.

  The house was empty, the candles flickered, and the lampshade gradually dimmed.

  Shao Mingyuan sat on the chair with the broken armrest for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his face.

   He didn't move for a long time until it was completely dark in the room, then got up and lay down on the bed.

  The night in Kyoto is much more lively than the night in the north. At this moment, you can vaguely hear the low noise of insects, like a lingering and gentle serenade, which lulls you to sleep.

   Shao Mingyuan turned over, and after a while, turned to the other direction.

The wound under the   rib began to ache again. He reached out and pressed it, but it didn't work, so he just let it go.

   Someone once asked, are those who go to the battlefield accustomed to killing?

   He doesn't know how others are, but he has never been used to it, but he has to raise his sword.

   It's like the big and small wounds on his body, even if the old ones are healed and new ones are added, he will still hurt.

  No one gets used to pain, just… gets used to patience.

   Shao Mingyuan thought, tomorrow he will go to Kou Shang Shufu to see that uncle.

  With this thought, he slowly fell asleep.

  Qiao Zhao was urged by Li Guangwen.

  It was just dawn, Qiao Zhao was sleepy, and asked his father, who was waiting outside, full of energy: "Father, what's the matter so early?"

  Li Guangwen looked excited: "Zhaozhao, for my father, I heard that you are good at writing, and you were summoned by Mrs. Wumei yesterday?"

   It's all my fault that I went to the study to read the diaries after I got off the office yesterday, and I was fascinated. After I went back to the mansion and had dinner, I accidentally heard that it was too late for my daughter's amazing move.

   "Yeah." Finally achieved the first goal, Qiao Zhao relaxed all of a sudden, and felt that he didn't get enough sleep, and was still a little confused until now.

   "Listen to your grandmother, your words are exactly the same as Mr. Qiao?"

  Qiao Zhao finally woke up and said lightly, "Grandmother praised me wrongly, and my daughter copied Mr. Qiao's words only in shape, and the character is still far from the same."

  Li Guangwen shook his head: "Zhaozhao can't be too modest. Since your words can catch the eyes of Master Wumei, it must be very good. Come on, let's move to the study and let my father take a look."

   He said, took out a cloth bag from his sleeve, and offered the treasure: "I brought you all the Fang Duan inkstone that I borrowed from you for my father."

  Qiao Zhao raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and asked Li Guangwen, "Father, is it not a day off today?"

   "A day off? Isn't it?" Li Guangwen asked without hesitation.

   "Oh." Qiao Zhao looked at the sky outside the window and was very puzzled, "It's this hour, shouldn't you go to the office?"

  Li Guangwen nodded: "It's time to go to the office, but I've asked for leave."

   "Dad, what is going on today?"

  Since there is something to ask for leave, why did you come here early in the morning?

  Li Guangwen was taken aback by the question, and he said confidently: "I have something to do, didn't I come to see Zhaozhao's words."

   Miss Qiao: "..." Will this also ask for leave? Is the reason too capricious?

   Another day, I must remind my mother, give my father some gifts, and be sure to let my father write a history book to go to work.

Li Guangwen urged Qiao Zhao to go to Xicijian to study the ink in person, and said while grinding: "This inkstone table is really high-quality, the ink is printed quickly, and the ink is finely developed. Even researching ink is a kind of enjoyment. Only good characters can match it. Get it!"

   Qiao Zhao pulled the corner of his lips.

  It turned out that if she couldn't write well, Father planned to "borrow" it all the time.

  Under Li Guangwen's earnest gaze, Qiao Zhao pondered for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote a couplet:

  The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of reading,

  Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, everything in the world.

   "Good word!" Li Guangwen's eyes lit up and he gave high fives.

   followed by another clapping: "Haolian!"

  This couplet is of course not created by Qiao Zhao, but with this unrestrained handwriting, it makes people feel refreshed for no reason.

  Li Guangwen was already crazy, he muttered several times, his heart was up and down: "I have decided for my father, in the future, I must strive to make progress, do something for the country and the people, and I will write this couplet up to my son!"

  Qiao Zhao was taken aback.

   Don't, she's wrong!

   "Cough, father, in fact... my daughter wrote this couplet for herself, not for you."

   "Huh?" Li Guangwen calmed down from his surging emotions, and his eyes were full of admiration, "Zhaozhao, I didn't expect you to write such good words for my father. Well, it's just that it doesn't really resemble Mr. Qiao's words."

   "It's the daughter who doesn't work hard enough." This couplet is her word.

   "No, no, no, it's already very good!" Li Guangwen still stared at the couplet and said with emotion, "It's great."

   He couldn't write such words at his age.

"Mr. Qiao's calligraphy is naturally excellent, but after copying calligraphy, you must have your own style to be successful. Zhaozhao, your handwriting has lost its originality. If you continue to practice it, you will be able to do it within ten years. You can be everyone!"

  Qiao Zhao smiled: "Thank you father for your encouragement."

Li Guangwen suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, and said modestly: "Although the encouragement of a father is very important, the more important thing is your diligence, and you must keep it in the future. By the way, Zhaozhao said that this couplet was written for himself, is it because my son still Do you know that you care about the world?"

   "It's all because I've heard a lot of stories from you, and the stories my father told are particularly interesting." Qiao Zhao blinked.

  Well, getting along with her father, she became more and more handy.

   "Cough cough, that's it." The corners of Li Guangwen's mouth were greatly raised.

   He said that it is fruitful to go to the study frequently to read the book!

   "By the way, father, I heard my grandmother talk about the past yesterday. She mentioned a general, but unfortunately I can't remember it clearly. Can my father tell me?"

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