Tan Sheng felt that he had got the key, and with a "click", all the secrets would have nowhere to hide. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The envelope was covered with a layer of dust, the paper was yellowed, and there was a fine dust hidden in the hemp rope.

The lights in the library were dim, and the official's mother thought that the smell of old books was choking, so she didn't follow her, and went to look for Mrs. Chen, who was guarding the library in the morning.

Tan Sheng was silent, leaned his back against the bookcase, and quickly opened the knot of the hemp rope with both hands, and pulled out a letter, which was not sealed with fire paint on the back. Tan Sheng didn't hesitate and gently pulled out the letter.

The letter paper was filled with several rows of hairpins.

Tan Sheng glanced at ten lines, looked at it, and almost choked tears from the sourness between the lines.

"In the mid-spring of the fifth year of Jianzhao, my dearest, the little white pigeon, in May, the catkins in front of the door bloomed, the clusters were clustered, and they were extremely gentle. When I look at the willows, I remember you..."

"In March of the fifth year of Jianzhao... There is a new nest of swallows under the eaves in front of the door, which is different from last year's nest, because the female swallows have white and gray feathers on their wings, this time this is only all gray, and it is much noisier than before..."

The records are all short and trivial things in the parents.

The power through the back of the paper is a longing that can't be hidden.

This Ah Jiu may be Zhao Xian's lover?

Tan Sheng pulled out another letter.

"In the fourth year of Jianzhao, my dearest, the little white pigeon. The twelfth winter rain broke the intestines, and the green tiles at home leaked, so I climbed up and down, put mud and knocked bricks, and finally made a good paste. Mother sent a letter saying that the pretty girl was already able to speak, and she could only send a short and short, urgent and panicked sound, I think she probably wanted to call A-Niang..."

Tan Sheng's eyes widened suddenly, and his hands trembled, trembling the thin layer of letter paper like a butterfly about to take off.

"Ah Qiao!"

It's Zhao Xian's voice!

Tan Sheng hurriedly put the envelope together, and tied it with hemp rope while shaking, but unfortunately his hands were shaking, and the hemp rope fell off this end for a while, and then fell off that end, Tan Sheng forced himself to calm down, and then gave the hemp rope a dead pimple three times and two times, and quickly stuffed it into the bookshelf, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhao Xian holding a lantern looking for her.

"Ah Qiao..."Zhao Xian's lantern was lifted up, and when he saw Tan Sheng, his smile became more and more kind in the warm light, "Do you like to read? In the past, my uncle had a fellow subject, named Wang Hailin, who liked to study at night, and when he was in the next exam, he also lit the lamp in the middle of the night to make the papers, and his eyes were almost on the papers.

Zhao Xian chattered, and Tan Sheng buried his head and followed him out.

"Ah Qiao, what kind of books do you like to read? Uncle will have someone buy them for you tomorrow?"

Half-grown girls, they just like poetry collections, long songs, and books written by literati.

Although there is no technical content, it is still very effective to deceive the girl's heart.

Tan Sheng's feet were like walking on the clouds, and he didn't hear Zhao Xian's words at all.

Zhao Xian asked again in a warm voice.

Tan Sheng woke up like a dream, confused, "Oh, then buy a few copies of the Chongxu Sutra." ”

In the past, in the view, after the collegial vote of the sisters-in-law, the sleep aid effect of the Chongxu Sutra was the best, the Tao Te Ching was the second, and the Nanhua Sutra was the second.

Chong Xuan Zhenjing with the nagging voice of the female crown is simply a calming song.

Tan Sheng had never heard of the second volume, because after the female crown sang three lines, she must have hung her head and snored.

Tan Sheng privately thought that after experiencing such a big impact, she was afraid that she would not fall asleep so easily...

Zhao Xian frowned, silent in his heart.

It seems that it is really urgent to ask a gentleman to correct the little girl's hobbies and aesthetics.

Zhao Xian took Tan Sheng around Zhao's house with an umbrella, talked to Tan Sheng all the way, and said all the way, saying that he was interested in the imperial examination, about the interesting things when he was studying in Guozijian, and about the interesting things when he was stewed in Guangyang Mansion... Zhao Xian was still unsatisfied with his pleasure, but Tan Sheng was like a wandering illusory realm.

Until he soaked his feet and went to bed, the official's mother covered Tan Sheng's feet on her chest to warm up, and Tan Sheng hugged the pillow and was stunned, and he didn't recover yet.

Just kidding!

Who will be able to slow down for a while!

It is true that it is Zhao Xian's handwriting, thin and golden, and extremely thin.

It is true that Zhao Xian called Ah Jiu in the letter to call his dear little white pigeon.

It is true that Zhao Xian and Ah Jiu talked about Ah Qiao as if they were talking... Their flesh and blood.

It is true that her milk name is called Ah Qiao.

Wait, her name is Ah Qiao, right!?

Her name is Ah Qiao!

The official's mother called her pretty sister, Zhao Xian called her pretty girl, and the old lady called her a qiao... Unless there is a baby girl named Ah Qiao who can't speak in the middle of winter in the fourth year of Jianzhao, then she is sure that Ah Qiao in this letter is her!

Li's headless hatred, Zhao Xian's demeanor of wanting to be close but looking forward and backward, the patience of the old lady who doesn't see the rabbit and doesn't scatter the eagle, her mother viciously told her to get out.... It's as if everything has been traced.

If she is Zhao Xian's illegitimate daughter.

Then everything can be smoothed out.

"Mother Official..."Tan Sheng Mumu asked in a daze, "How old was I when you came?"

The official's mother thought about it, "Not long after I was born, I was like a little sick cat, and I was so hungry that I whimpered." ”

"What about my mother?"

"At that time, Mrs. was sick, maybe the confinement was not done, her skin and bones, and her eyes were full of green light. ”

"Then did my mother hug me?" Tan Sheng still had a glimmer of hope.

This memory is a long time ago, and the official's mother was silent for a long time and shook her head, "It seems that there is none." Seeing that Tan Sheng's eyes darkened suddenly, he hurriedly reassured, "Madame is not in good health, and she can't even sit up from the bed, how can she have the strength to hug you?"

Tan Sheng asked, "Then am I in good health when I am young?"

The official's mother laughed, "Of course I'm healthy, it's a blessing to be able to eat, and I can eat and sleep since I was a child." ”

Is it really possible for a woman who can't even get out of bed to give birth to a congenitally healthy child!?

Or possibly.

But this possibility is too small!

Her mother is not Ah Jiu either!

Ah Jiu in Zhao Xian's letter is gentle and petty, likes catkins, likes streams, likes bamboo leaves, likes the breeze, and is not her mother who has always been so sick and lying on the bed with a strange temperament!

It is possible that her mother is not her mother.

Her uncle may be her own father!

Also, who is Ah Jiu!

Finally... What the hell is going on!

Tan Sheng covered his pillow and wailed lowly.

The official's mother was shocked, and thought that the pig was barking somewhere.

Looking at her little Ah Qiao rolling back and forth with her head in the pillow, the official's mother reached out and patted the little girl's round buttocks that had just grown up recently, and the "snap" sound was very crisp.

"What kind of demon, hurry up and go to sleep. Seeing that the rain outside the window lattice was as dense as a bamboo curtain, I didn't feel a little worried, "It's raining like this, what can I do in the countryside... All the rice and wheat will be flooded, and even the sweet potatoes that have been planted will rot..."

"It's not going to be rotten, it's going to be rotten..."Tan Sheng Urn said angrily, "This is my second prophecy, Nanchang Mansion may be in chaos due to heavy rain." ”

In the previous life, it had been raining heavily after the solar eclipse in Jiangxi, and the water in Gan followed the rise, and the villagers of Anyi County and Qu County left their hometowns and flocked to Nanchang Mansion, and the plague broke out as soon as there were many people. Although the Jiangxi government made the Wei Dynasty vigorously control the epidemic, it had little effect, and even all the officials in the Jiangxi officialdom suffered a poor performance in the mid-year evaluation, and there was no hope of promotion in three years.

Zhao Xian, of course, is among them.

In public and private, in sentiment and reason, Tan Sheng must try his best to save the natural disaster in front and the man-made disaster in the back.

Everyone's life is fate, there is no distinction between high and low, no difference between importance and importance.

Tan Sheng underestimated the quality of her sleep and overestimated her level of sorrow, and she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.

It's just that she didn't sleep very peacefully, and it was dark in her dream, and suddenly her mother's sick face appeared, followed by Zhao Xian and walked behind her mother and handed her a set of Chongxu Sutras, telling her not to snore when she sleeps, she was feeling strange, and she saw a back in a blink of an eye.

The back was graceful, and she chased after her, calling her mother while chasing. Just as the back was about to turn back, a flood hit the face, destroying the world in the dream.

Covered in sweat, Tan Sheng sat up suddenly, panting heavily.

Looking at the silence in front of the house and in the house, I slowly sighed.

Some want to cry without tears.

She's just a little god, and she hasn't even performed ugly family ethics yet, why should she worry about the country and the people!

The next day, Tan Sheng received two packages with black eyes and a sluggish spirit.

Gu Sui's official dialect has improved, and the words are not bad, "At eight in the morning, the master sent this set of books." There is also a Le Zhang post, please go to worship the Tai Qing people the day after tomorrow. ”

Tansheng asked Gu Sui, "Gu Sui is from Sichuan, right?"

Gu Sui's face turned red, "Hmm." ”

No wonder... It's still early in the morning...

Tan Sheng took the post and opened it to take a look, it was clearly written that the Weng family invited Jiangxi to raise the sentence and investigate the affairs of Lord Zhao Xian's family to go to Qingxuguan to pray for blessings the day after tomorrow.

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