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Chapter 16

Hua Ruling said: "Who is the acquaintance you just mentioned?"

Hua Jia Saburo said without a trace of hesitation: "It's none other than today's saint." ”

Hearing this, Hua Ruling was about to go to bed, so he immediately put away his somewhat lazy expression, and his eyes had a sober look that was diametrically opposed to before. It is Hua Ru who makes people old and refined, and before Hua Jia Saburo opened his mouth, he had already guessed the names of countless people who might have the same face as him, but he really never thought about this Ninety-Five Venerable.

This is indeed somewhat noteworthy, but if it is just the same face, and the current saint is not so ridiculous as to punish people with capital crimes, then there should be more than one reason why his third son attaches so much importance to it.

Before Hua Jia Saburo made it clear thoroughly, Hua Ruling did not make a comment, but remained silent and motioned for Hua Jia Saburo to continue.

Mrs. Hua stood up and said, "You two are chatting here, and I'll ask someone to make some soup for you." She walked out of the room, relieved that no one was eavesdropping outside the room, and headed for the kitchen.

Seeing that his father had heard his words, Hana Saburo continued: "When he is in front of me, if I close my eyes, I will almost think that the Holy One is talking to me, whether it is the voice or accent, if it is not for the difference in tone, I really can't tell the difference between the two. ”

These things don't need to be said explicitly, Hua Ruling heard the unfinished meaning of his son's words.

Since he is the same as the voice of the saint, to put it bluntly, there are actually only two possibilities. One is that he was born like this, and that his appearance is nothing more than a product of coincidence, but the resemblance of sound and appearance can be explained by coincidence, but how can the accent be explained?

There are so many ventriloquist gentlemen in every town, and Mo said that he just imitated a person's voice, and he said it in a hundred voices. However, if it is a deliberate imitation, there is a crucial issue involved here, and he can only imitate it if he has heard the voice of the Holy One with his own ears.

Whatever the possibility, there are some oddities that are hard to ignore.

Hua Ruling sighed: "Your father understands." ”

At his age, he no longer believes in any coincidences that are too bizarre. In his eyes, accidents and coincidences reach a certain point, that is, they belong to inevitability.

A person who happens to fall down, either the ground is uneven, or the shoes do not fit, or he is absent-minded while walking, or he feels sudden discomfort in his legs and feet, which may be nothing more than a coincidence in the eyes of countless people, but since it has happened, it is absolutely impossible that it has no reason.

Those two possibilities were only fleeting in his mind, because they were not fundamentally different in his eyes.

Hua Jia Saburo asked: "Father, did Qitong say who that Qiao Gongzi is?"

Hua Ruling said: "It is said that it is from Baiyun City on Feixian Island. ”

The father asked rhetorically, "Does my father believe it?"

Hua Ruling didn't answer, he just pondered for a while and smiled.

Hua Jia Saburo said: "They are too similar, when that Qiao Gongzi went to the Song Divine Doctor, he happened to be wearing a pale yellow dress, when he just walked in, I saw his clothes as bright yellow, for a moment, I really thought that the saint quietly left Beijing and came without telling him." ”

This afternoon, he was thinking about this matter, "If it weren't for the well-known difficulty of the first emperor's heirs, and only the bloodline of the saint, I would have thought that it was the brother of the saint." ”

Thinking that at the beginning, the first emperor's harem has not come out for many years, neither the prince nor the princess has ever been, and when the saint is born today, the first emperor cherishes him, if there is really a brother, even if it is born by a woman from Fanbang, the first emperor will not worry about his heirs all day long.

Hua Ruling seemed to be reminded of something by his words, and he calmly asked, "Why doesn't the saint have a brother?"

Hua Jia Saburo frowned slightly, not understanding why his father said this.

Hua Ruling said pointedly: "There are no siblings, but there are cousins and cousins." ”

Hua Jia Saburo paused for a moment, and then followed his father's train of thought to continue thinking. He said: "In terms of blood, there are too many people who can be called cousins with the Holy One. "Of course, whether the Holy One admits it or not is another matter.

He said this to himself, thought about it, and said, "The scope is too broad to mention for the time being." ”

Hua Ruling said: "Not only are there many cousins, but there are also many who are related by blood, and there are many who can be called cousins. But if there are only two closest blood-"

"The prince of Taiping, the prince of Pingnan. ”

Hua Jia Saburo said: "The age of the prince of Taiping is a few years older than that of Shengshang, so don't mention it." And the son of the king of Nan, he is not in the capital, but is far away in the fief with his father. I don't know much about him, and if I'm not mistaken, he's only two months younger than he is today. I don't know why, when King Nan was edicted to enter Beijing, he was always alone, and he never entered Beijing with the prince of King Nan. ”

Hua Ruling sighed again and said, "No wonder. ”

He gently turned the ring in his hand and said, "If I were the king of the south, no matter which of your seven brothers looks like this, I will not let you enter the capital." ”

Even if this face is handsome, if it is exactly the same as the appearance of the saint, it is not a blessing. The saint may not mind at all, but there is always a world of self-righteous flatterers.

It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. can't be provoked, so naturally I can only hide.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Hua Jia Saburo listened to Hua Ruling's words, as if he had affirmed that Qiao Gongzi was the son of Nanwang, and couldn't help asking: "Father, this has been determined?"

"It's just that this is the most likely. Hua Ruling seemed to be thinking about this, he smiled, "Everyone knows that your seventh brother is blind, so I take it for granted that he is a bully." My Hua family tree is very popular, whether it is on the rivers and lakes or in the court, over the years, I don't know how many people want to take advantage of the convenience of the identity of the seven children to connect with the Hua family, but I don't know that the seven children are blind and not blind, if he really has other plans, the seven children will not bring him to the flower family. As for whether the Seven Boys will be mistaken about him......"

"As a father, I can only say that I hope from the bottom of my heart that the seven children did not see the wrong person on this day. "Qitong has a lot of friends, but there are not many friends who can really make him friends, so one more can be counted as one.

Seeing that Hua Jia Saburo looked solemn, Hua Ruling comforted: "Okay, don't worry." The chief catcher of the six doors has not been back to Jiangnan recently, he has always been good friends with my Hua family, if you are really worried about what will go wrong, just invite him to Huajiabao for a gathering. ”

If he knew that Qiao Heng had already seen this famous Jin Catcher in private, and even Jin Jiuling himself didn't know how many handles he had been pinched by the other party, I am afraid that Hua Ruling would not have said this sentence so reassuringly.

"My son wasn't worried about this, I was just wondering if I needed to mention it in the recital I submitted to the Holy Lord if he was really the prince of the South. "Hana Saburo is a person who strives to be safe, does not seek merit but seeks no fault.

Hua Ruling didn't say anything, his son is older, and this needs to be decided by Saburo himself.

He simply said, "Treat him well for the Father." ”

Treat this prince of the south well.

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Hana Saburo must have already guessed his identity.

Qiao Heng was not surprised by his usual good "luck".

He heard Hua Manlou say earlier that Hua Jia Saburo didn't care about it in the heart of the court, but it turned out that it was so coincidental that this Hubu squire who was supposed to stay in the capital was actually in Huajiabao. When he and Hua Manlou walked into Doctor Song's room one after another, Hua Jia Saburo saw his eyes, Qiao Heng did not ignore the past, and the fleeting surprise and incomprehension in the other party's eyes perfectly exposed his thoughts.

No matter how low the probability is, he can touch it, just like some unknown being playing a bad joke with him.

Qiao Heng calmly practiced a few words, each piece of paper is full of silently written Buddhist scriptures, each piece of paper is to persuade people to be tempted to forbear, believe in my Buddha, practice the Buddha's words with my body, and enjoy good fortune in the next life, obtain great wisdom and wisdom.

But it's still the same sentence-

He didn't believe it, not a word.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't believe it, it's good that someone believes it.

He wasn't sure how close that Hua family Sanzi was to the emperor, but he still decided to start preparing from now on. How reassuring it should be for a prince of Nanwang who is obsessed with Buddhism.

The pen in his hand fell on the paper, which was called My Buddha's Compassion, but what he was thinking about was all kinds of ghosts and ghosts.

Buddhism is good, it is not like Confucianism that tells you to pursue what "outer saint and inner king", nor is it like Taoism that tells you to pursue the retribution of the present world, it talks about the retribution of the afterlife, you just need to endure it.

Not only can you be transcendent from the outside of things, but also know how to be a small volt low, how is it bad?

At night, the room was dimly lit, and the three or four candles in the room swayed timidly, and they swayed and trembled, struggling to take on the burden of illuminating the room.

Qiao Heng prefers to look in the mirror at night than in the daytime, what he likes is not to see himself in the mirror - what is so beautiful about this face that belongs to others? What he likes is the candlelight reflected in the mirror, the body is like catkins, the body is like duckweed, as long as the wind blows gently, the light will go out, and the darkness will come.

He turned his attention back to the face reflected in the bronze mirror, and he could still show some purely courteous smile than in the presence of outsiders, and when he was alone, he could not even express this smile, he was too lazy to laugh, and he could not laugh. He seemed to see the decaying soul hidden deep in it through a pair of mortals, wearing a skin bag, sitting in front of the bronze mirror like a walking corpse.

He rubbed his eyebrows, dissipating the violent and wanton that was gradually gathering in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of snow and sunshine, and he couldn't tell whether it was mild or cold, it was a look that only people who believed in Buddhism and devoted themselves to Buddhism had.

It's not like him, and it's not him at all.

Outside the room, the whimpering wind came from outside, and the shadows of the branches were written on the window paper.

Qiao Heng stretched out his hand and covered his eyes in the bronze mirror.

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In the early morning of the second day, Hua Manlou came to find Qiao Heng.

When he was in Baihualou, Hua Manlou accidentally found that Qiao Heng was quite good at raising flowers.

Qiao Heng has countless knowledge hidden in his mind, in later generations, people have summed up a set of scientific and effective experience in the aspect of flowers, how to water, when to water, whether to avoid light, which performance is phosphorus deficiency, which performance represents the plant is potassium deficiency, plant dwarf leaves yellowing is less nitrogen, leaf appearance of fine network lesions is manganese deficiency, in the absence of corresponding flower fertilizer, and how to use daily things to change the soil, to supplement trace elements for flowers and plants.

And the people of this era can only rely on the experience passed down from the predecessors who don't know whether it is correct or not, and slowly grope for flowers, but Qiao Heng and Qiao Heng stand directly on the shoulders of giants.

Hua Manlou has always liked to discuss this knowledge with Qiao Heng.

Before coming to Huajiabao, Hua Manlou even made preparations to watch flowers and enjoy flowers with Qiao Heng every day, accompanied by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, until the day when Qiao Heng's body recovered, he watched Qiao Heng leave Huajiabao again.

However, what Doctor Song said to him completely disrupted his plan.

Just like when they were still in Baihualou, Hua Manlou came to Qiao Heng to talk with him about the knowledge of raising flowers.

However, after all, his mood is not as good as before, he is not a person who can hide his thoughts well, and the two of them chatted and chatted a little bit hard.

Hua Manlou hurriedly apologized: "Don't blame Ziping, I'm just a little ......"

Qiao Heng cut off his words and said, "Did Doctor Song say something to Brother Hua again?"

Hua Manlou opened his glasses slightly, then shook his head, and said, "How does Ziping know? Also, how can a quick-thinking person like you not be able to see it." ”

Qiao Heng said: "It's wrong, it's not that I can easily see it, but that you are not a person who is good at lying to your friends and hiding your heart from the beginning." He said thoughtful words nonchalantly.

Ziping said this, it really made me ashamed. Hua Manlou said, "Doctor Song made your situation clear to me, I thought that as long as Doctor Song was there, the internal injuries in your body would be solved, so I invited Ziping to come to Huajiabao, I never thought about ......it."

He even felt a little guilty, he didn't know if the other party had endured the pain when he talked and laughed with him in the past, and whether he had accommodated himself more than once.

"I don't care about that, Brother Hua doesn't need to think about it. ”

Hua Manlou persuaded with kind words: "Another day, you and I will visit Doctor Song again, Ziping should stop hiding his condition, if he is sick and avoids medical treatment, how can the doctor prescribe the most appropriate prescription?"

"Everything is listened to Brother Hua. ”

Even if Hua Manlou doesn't say it, Qiao Heng will wave Song Wencao again another day.

Song Wencao is definitely clumsy, it is the nature of this person to pursue profit, and when he knows that it is impossible to cure him, he will naturally only strive to be safe. However, at least half of the reason why Qiao Heng was willing to agree to come to Huajiabao was for this famous Song miracle doctor, what he wanted was not for the other party to heal him, he wanted all the other party's medical skills.

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Qiao Heng found that since he met with the Hua family Saburo at the Song Divine Doctor that day, his treatment in the Hua family had faintly improved by a notch. It's not that he didn't receive the courtesy of the Hua family before, nor is it that the Hua family Saburo rushed to curry favor with him in fear after learning his identity, this kind of change in grade is invisible, and it is difficult to describe it on the surface.

For example, the maidservant who is responsible for sprinkling and sweeping flowers in the courtyard has recently been replaced.

The little girl before had an innocent look between her eyebrows, and whenever she saw him, she couldn't help but smile and greet him happily and obediently. Now this is calm and quiet, every move is appropriate, not more than a word, not a word, the etiquette is thorough and error-free, the accent is the most standard official dialect, not like the previous maid with a little soft Jiangnan accent. The new maidservant girl knew at a glance that she was specially trained by the Hua family to receive distinguished guests in the court.

He has seen too many such maids in Pingnan Palace, even if he is his personal maid in the palace, even if he wants to look at him more, he does not dare to look at him in the open, often when changing his clothes, he carefully glances at it from the bottom to the top, and then quickly retracts his gaze.

Observe etiquette in front of him, dare not take one more step, and always maintain a volume when speaking.

He has lived a numb and boring life, but the people around him live more rigid than him, and he can't even touch a little fresh air when he looks around.

But that's okay, everyone lives together like a pool of stagnant water, and no one needs to compare with anyone.

Qiao Heng also didn't know whether Hua Jia Saburo told a few people about his identity later.

When he saw the other members of the Hua family, Qiao Heng paid attention to their expressions and colors, and there was nothing worth paying special attention to. Except for the day he saw Hua Ruling at the beginning, he didn't see the person in charge of the Hua family for the next few days, but he understood that even if Hua Jia Saburo wouldn't confide his true identity to anyone, this "anyone" must not contain Hua Ruling.

The Hua family is rich in the world, and Hua Ruling single-handedly controls the foundation of the Hua family, making it thriving, and avoids the situation that the Hua family encounters "the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it", whether it is the means or the mind, it is not trivial.

Perhaps, the recent changes in his residence are due to the hand of the person in charge of the Hua family.

Qiao Heng had no intention of confronting Hua Ruling, he just had to do his duty as a guest.

Hua Manlou not only likes to exchange ideas with him about planting flowers and plants, but also likes to play chess with him.

Although this seventh young master of the Hua family is a blind man, he not only has good martial arts, but also plays a good hand of chess.

When people in the world learn that Hua Manlou can play chess, they often show a little incredulity, and then ask: "A blind man can actually play chess?"

Of course, a blind man can also play chess.

Hua Manlou's Go was taught by Hua Ruling, but now even Hua Ruling does not dare to say that his chess strength can be better than his son.

Hua Manlou has not seen such a clean chess style for a long time, and the chess road is clear and righteous, and there is no sense of urgency to win and quick success.

If you want him to evaluate it, like Qiao Heng's sword, the opponent's chess is also very beautiful.

That's right, it's beautiful.

Playing chess with Qiao Heng, it seems that his whole mind is immersed in the gurgling spring stream, and the warmth of spring is mixed with the freshness left over from winter, which makes people can't help but sway, relaxed and happy.

However, what Hua Manlou didn't know was that the chess style could be faked - at least for Qiao Heng.

After the 21st century, even artificial intelligence without * and soul can play chess on behalf of others, at this time, what style is there to speak of?

Qiao Heng often talks about a game with his own hands, he doesn't love Go much, in his eyes, playing chess and "Sudoku" are just a kind of mathematical games, the greatest pleasure of playing mathematical games is not the moment of overcoming difficulties? When playing mathematical games, who will discuss your style and his style?

Others enjoy the process of playing chess, but Qiao Heng enjoys the result of playing chess - whether it is winning or losing.

His utilitarian spirit, which is inevitable no matter what he does, has also silently faded under this attitude of treating chess as a game.

If you want to make the style of chess gentle, drag out the calculation process a little longer.

Of course, this seems to be a very simple sentence, even Qiao Heng can't do it overnight. In the countless sunrises and moonsets, he can only relieve his worries by playing chess with himself. It was many hopeless days and nights, and he changed himself from a person who didn't know anything about Go to the person he is today. 166 Reading Network