"Well, that's interesting. This is Sanskrit, right? I seem to have seen it in some ancient books. Li Dongyang pointed to the pinyin next to the words on the paper and asked.

Wang Mao: "I didn't say the specific source, but I also said that it should be Sanskrit......"

"Oh, my niece has always been very knowledgeable, and I can't be wrong to think about it. Uh-huh, is this the sound of ah? This is ...... Well, I see, the initials and finals are the same as the nine rhymes, and they are really wonderful......"

"That's true, Mi'er also said that he admired, hehe. ”

"Uh-huh, this ......."

"This Su Mo, but Wu Qing is the Su Mo of Linjiang Immortal?" Just as Wang Mao and Li Dongyang were concentrating on reading the manuscript, Li Zhaoxian suddenly asked.

Li Dongyang looked up at his son in surprise, and didn't understand why this son was suddenly so rude, so he interjected at this time.

You must know that a big family, such as Wang Mao and Li Dongyang, has a friendship, and the two families take their juniors to accompany each other when they move around, which is really a close attitude, which is often said to be the good of the family.

But even so, the juniors who accompany each other are only accompanied, and they can't interject casually without the permission of their elders, although they are not so strict, but there is also a risk of rudeness.

As the eldest son of the Li family, Li Zhaoxian is not good at himself, but he will never make mistakes in this etiquette. Yes, Li Dongyang only frowned slightly, but he did not snort on the spot, but took a tacit attitude to see what his son was for.

Wang Mao was also stunned, but thinking about Li Zhaoxian's literary name, he was relieved. Literati have been good poets since ancient times, and it is reasonable to hear good poems that are a little out of shape, so they just nodded and said, "Yes, this is the son." ”

Li Zhaoxian showed a deep groan, as if he was a little embarrassed, and he stopped talking. A touch of gloom crossed Wang Yu's eyes, and he glanced at Li Zhaoxian coldly, and then lowered his eyes.

She is not like her old father Wang Mao, who is really shameless about what Li Zhaoxian has heard. Now seeing that Li Zhaoxian suddenly interjected, with his heart, it would never be a good word.

Glancing at the jealousy that unexpectedly crossed Li Zhaoxian's eyes, he didn't understand it, and he couldn't help but be contemptuous and cold in his heart.

Li Dongyang frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Zhen, everything must be said to people, where have you read all your books?"

As his son Li Dongyang, he can correct his own badness, and he can't learn enough, but he can't tolerate losing his bearing.

Li Zhaoxian hurriedly got up and lowered his hand, bowed to Wang Mao first, and said: "Father is talking to Shibo, the younger generation should not say much, this is rude, and I ask Shibo to forgive me." ”

He admitted his mistake first, and Li Dongyang's expression eased slightly. Wang Mao waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Li Zhaoxian said again: "What Shibo said about this Su Mo, who made Linjiang Immortal, is very admired by the younger generations. On weekdays, I get along with my friends, and I am also impressed by his talent, saying that I am the reign of the Ming Holy Son of Heaven, the king and the ministers, and the scene of Zhongxing, and there are talented people born. ”

Li Dongyang and Wang Mao both smiled and bowed slightly. Although Li Zhaoxian is suspected of patting horses, but the word Zhongxing is indeed the rule of today, and the world is also praised, pushing the source of Shuoyuan, whether it is Li Dongyang, who is in the position of a cabinet minister, or Wang Mao, who is a university official, they naturally belong to the ranks of ministers and sages, and they are comfortable to listen to these words.

Li Zhaoxian finished praising it, but his face showed a look of doubt, and he hesitated slightly, and then said: "I just heard the second elder talk about this pinyin method, which is indeed wonderful." It's just that the father said the word Sanskrit, which made the child remember something and his heart was confused, so he lost his manners. ”

Li Dongyang sighed, and said in a manic voice: "I don't know what you remember, and what does it have to do with this pinyin method?"

Li Zhaoxian's face showed amazement, coughed twice, and said ashamedly: "Father should remember the day before yesterday, the child and his friends once traveled to Baiyun Mountain. ”

Li Dongyang's face sank and he snorted.

Li Zhao shrunk his neck first, and then continued: "That day, the Baiyun Temple on Baiyun Mountain encountered an interesting incident. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, peeked at Li Dongyang, but saw that Li Dongyang was expressionless, only holding a tea cup and sipping lightly.

"Ahem, that, that day in the temple, I saw a Taoist, who said that he was the one who called the heavenly machine, and he was a friend of the Lord of Baiyun Temple. I heard that he was also a friend of Wuqing County, and he had a good relationship. He lowered his eyes and said in a man's voice.

Li Dongyang raised his eyebrows, but he was still silent. Wang Mao's heart jumped, Wuqing County Order, Su Mo is not from Wuqing County, could it be true that it has anything to do with this Su Mo?

Thinking in his heart, he listened to Li Zhaoxian's voice over there and continued: "That day, while talking, it was just afternoon, and the children waited for some fame and made money, so that they could occupy a small courtyard in the back of the Lord's fasting, while using some vegetarian food, talking about some poetry and singing peace. That day, the Daoist and the Lord of Baiyun Temple did not shy away from talking, so they also listened to some of them. The child listened, as if the Daoist was looking for some medicinal herbs that day, and asked the Lord of Baiyun if he had heard of it. ”

Li Dongyang was noncommittal, but Wang Mao nodded. Taoists are good at the art of Dan Dao, and there is nothing wrong with this theory of finding medicine and collecting medicine. It's just that when I listen to it next, my face gradually gets worse.

“…… The names of the medicinal materials that the Taoist said that day were quite mysterious, and the child didn't understand it anyway. It seemed that the Baiyun Guan Lord was also extremely surprised, and asked again and again, but the Daoist just refused to say it. Later, I was in a hurry, and I said that I met a powerful person in Wuqing, and it was easy to get this formula. According to what his people say, this recipe should not be in the world. The child was just laughing at the time, but the man finally casually said a person's name, which surprised the child......"

When Li Zhao said this, he paused, and his face showed hesitation. Li Dongyang snorted lightly, glanced at him, and then his face showed determination, and he said softly: "The name that the child heard is ...... It was Wuqing Sumo. ”

Li Dongyang's hand holding the teacup was a meal, and he looked at Li Zhaoxian with a very sharp gaze in his eyes.

Li Zhaoxian's heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes, but inadvertently peeked at Wang Yu, but saw that the girl's hands were clenched, her face was quite nervous, and she couldn't help but be jealous. What was she nervous about? Why was she nervous about that little Mengtong? The son of a dignified prime minister, how could she ever be nervous about herself?

Thinking of this, he hesitated, gritted his teeth and said: "Father, the child also knows that this matter is related, and he will never dare to say anything." In addition to the children that day, there were still several prisoners, oh, and there was also Lord Xuhua who was in charge of the household department. My father didn't believe me, so he could ask them one by one. ”

At this moment, Wang Mao was already frowning, and he was a little uncertain in his heart. Da Ming has just experienced the pain of Chenghua, and he is extremely taboo about the Taoist priest's dying. However, the first few years of filial piety were good, not only expelled a demon in the palace, but also beheaded the demon monk Jixiao.

However, in recent years, he has also begun to ask for immortals, and from time to time he has sought some Taoist people to enter the palace. Even the palace that was originally opened almost every day began to slack off, and the ministers were quite worried about this.

Therefore, if Su Mo really has something to do with these Daomen, then let alone any Chinese pinyin, no matter how big he is, he will not have any chance.

As for Su Mo's future as a Mengtong, Wang Mao actually didn't care too much. What he cares about is the Chinese pinyin method, if it is because of Su Mo's personal reasons, such a wonderful method is abolished, it is really a pain in Sinology.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head, looked at Li Zhaoxian and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Zhen, you can listen carefully, that Su Mo really has something to do with the Daomen?

Li Zhaoxian hesitated, Li Dongyang slapped the handrail violently, and said angrily: "Rebel son! Yes, yes, no, no, you tell the truth, if you dare to speculate out of thin air, you will be forgiven by your father, but the law of the country will not spare you!"

Li Zhao struck a stirring spirit first, how could he say it to death, and immediately snorted: "This ...... But it didn't. I just heard it for a while, but Su Mo's name was indeed mentioned in the mouth of the Daoist that day. In fact, the child didn't care about it before, and it was just when the father said the word Sanskrit, which saved it. I couldn't help but think, this is Sanskrit and Taoism, so I don't know whether this Su Mengtong is a Shijia, a Taoist, or a disciple of Confucianism. So, I was puzzled for a while, and I couldn't help but ask. ”

He was born in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he has seen it all day long, and he understands best that the more ambiguous this kind of thing is, the most terrible. If you really swear by it, it will be easy to give people a handle. Now that this is enough, it is enough, and any more is enough to add to it.

Sure enough, he clearly said that he was not sure, and Wang Mao's face became even more uncertain, and he only frowned and said nothing.

Li Dongyang glanced at Li Zhaoxian coldly, turned his head to look at Wang Mao, and said softly: "Qinzi, there may be a misunderstanding in this matter, and you don't think much about it." It's just that you and I are both courtiers, and we must be cautious and cautious in everything, and we must investigate clearly before we can act. ”

Wang Mao's face changed, but he finally nodded reluctantly. Li Dongyang's words sounded comforting, but in the final analysis, they revealed distrust. Could it be that he is so reckless and upright? Su Mo is only fifteen years old, who believes that he is pretending to be a god?

If the fortune teller is forty or fifty years old, what he says will be convincing, but if you change to a teenage doll and tell you to tell your fortune, and ask who believes it?

He didn't know that Su Mo really played a half-immortal in Wuqing, and it was not an ordinary person who was fooling, but a dignified county order. Not only did it flicker, but it was also very successful. Even a county edict gave a supporting role. If you know this, I don't know if the old gentleman will spurt blood on the spot.

I felt uncomfortable, but I couldn't go on any longer, so I had to get up and say goodbye. Coldly, Wang Mi next to him suddenly stood up, gave Li Dongyang a blessing, and said in a loud voice: "Uncle Shi, my niece and daughter also have a few things that are unknown, and I want to be Uncle Gao Zhiguang in the next life, so I should be able to solve my doubts." ”

Li Dongyang's eyebrows furrowed incomprehensibly, and then he smiled warmly: "Oh, what did the virtuous niece ask?"

Wang Mi bowed again, and then said proudly: "My nephew heard about Linjiang Immortal that day, and I deeply loved the meaning of indifference and open-mindedness. Uncle Shi is a great Confucian, and the way of poetry is even higher. The niece dares to ask, the so-called poems are used to convey love, songs are used to sing aspirations, if you have ghosts and ghosts, you can make words and phrases like this?"

Li Dongyang twisted his beard and groaned: "This ......"

Wang Mi didn't wait for him to answer, and said: "Since I heard about Linjiang Immortal, my niece and nephew have left some thoughts about this lyricist. In this way, the niece heard that Wuqing had a refugee disaster. At the time of crisis, Nasumo was ordered to take on the post of disaster relief envoy. Now, I heard that the disaster is gradually subsiding, the displaced people are safe, and Wuqing is no longer chaotic. Uncle Shi is the second assistant of the cabinet minister, and he should be the governor of the government. In this disaster relief matter, it is the most complicated. My niece dares to ask, if I have ghosts and gods in my heart, and I am a clever and treacherous person, may I get to this point?"

Li Dongyang was silent for a moment. After all, he is not unlimited, how can he not know the difficulty of disaster relief? If he wants to stare at him and deny Wuqing's achievements in disaster relief, then he will really lose his identity as a Zaifu.

Wang Mi was still not finished, and asked again: "Those who pretend to be ghosts and deceive people have always only heard that they are effective for some people, and their nieces and nephews are shallow, and they have never heard of people who can confuse the people of a county and the officials of a county. If that Su Mo is really a traitor of this generation, let me ask, Wuqing County, there are dozens of officials, big and small, and there are 100,000 people in a county, aren't they all fools?

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes coldly swept over Li Zhaoxian, who was standing on the side, and said indifferently: "Today, I happened to hear his name and surname from a person's mouth, and I said that there was a suspicion of implicating the Daomen and the suspicion of dabbling ghosts and gods. If someone spits out the name of the little Tatar prince or the name of the fire sieve, is he suspected of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country? If so, what kind of wind and that wind, and what kind of words of yin and yang? Uncle Shi forgives his sins, and his niece and nephew are shallow and ignorant, so they are puzzled by these questions, and they are offended and punished. "Say goodbye, bless again, confess and sit down.

Li Dongyang's face sank like water, and the anger in his lowered eyes flashed. The first few questions are fine, but the last few sentences are really heart-wrenching.

He knew that this girl didn't look down on his son, but why did he do this? Even if your son is not good in every way, you don't like us and don't blame you, can you use this ruthless hand? Is this still a good family, if not, what will you do?

Li Dongyang was really angry.

Li Zhaoxian was also trembling, staring at Wang Mi who was sitting peacefully with wide eyes, if the resentment in his eyes could kill someone, I was afraid that Wang Mi was already full of holes at this moment, and there was no end to his corpse. He never thought that he would end up implicating himself in the matter. This is really a fox who didn't fight, but he made a fuss.

This slut! This slut is so poisonous! He really hated and feared at this moment, but he couldn't speak.

Wang Mao was also dumbfounded, why did this girl suddenly run away? He turned his head to look at Li Dongyang sluggishly, but saw that Li Dongyang's lips were tightly pursed, there was no joy or sadness on his face, and even his eyes were slightly closed, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

He has been friends with Li Dongyang for many years, how could he not know that this is a manifestation of Li Dongyang's anger. This is just a Chinese pinyin method, how did it get to this point?

The old gentleman was at a loss for a while, snorted a few times, sighed, got up and arched his hand: "Binzhi, you ......"

"Qinzi!" Before Wang Mao finished speaking, Li Dongyang opened his eyes violently, let out a long breath, and interrupted him loudly.

"The words of children don't have to be taken to heart. Hehe, my nephew is really knowledgeable, which is really the envy of the old man. Rebel son! Thou shalt learn! Grounded from tomorrow, good students study, spring next year, if you don't get in, see if you have a face in the world, and don't retreat from me. ”

He wiped a few words, but behind him was a fierce scolding of Li Zhaoxian, Li Zhaoxian's face turned purple, and he only promised, hugging his head and running away.

Wang Mao's eyes crossed gloomily, and he sighed silently. He knew that the friendship between the two families for more than ten years was completely over today.

Li Dongyang praised Wang Yu on his face, but he scolded Li Zhaoxian in person, saying that what happened to him was to save face, but it was not a sign that his family was a son, and there was a successor. And no matter how powerful her family is, she is also a girl, and then she is hopeless and sarcastic?

Thinking of the two of them who were on the same list of Jinshi back then, singing poems and harmony, and having been friends with gentlemen for more than ten years, today they were ridiculed for this hidden pain, and their hearts were disappointed and desolate.

Stood there for a moment, gave Li Dongyang a long snort, turned around and resigned.

Li Dongyang hurriedly got up, hurriedly stepped forward to send his arms away, and earnestly instructed him not to remember such trivial things, but to remember the friendship between the two families, and to come and go often in the future. Straight out of the second door, then waved goodbye.

Wang Mao's face was blank, and he took his daughter and went straight out of the Li Mansion, and when there was a sound of the door closing behind him, he let out a long breath, turned his head to look at Wang Mi, and sighed bitterly: "Daughter." ”

Wang Mi knelt in the carriage and said coldly: "It's the daughter who is not filial, and the father forgives the sin." ”

Wang Mao suddenly held back, half a sound, reached out to help her up lovingly, pulled her to sit beside her, gently patted her daughter's hand, closed her eyes and did not speak.

Wang Mi bit his red lip lightly, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes. It's not that she doesn't know the consequences of today's events, it's just that no matter how smart she is, she is only a teenage girl after all.

When she watched Li Zhaoxian's naked and undisguised disgusting gaze roaming over herself, and then saw him framing an irrelevant person for the sake of jealousy, and ruining the future of others, she couldn't help the anger in her heart.

She doesn't regret what she said and did, and if she had to do it again, she would still do it. But at this moment, when I saw my father's face that had been old for ten years, I finally felt pain in my heart.

"Li Binzhi, not the Li Binzhi of the day. You're right, boy. Suddenly the old father's words came from his ears, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the old father's eyes were shining in the dark, and there was determination, persistence, and unyielding in them.

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