When Wang Zixian came to the courtyard of the other side, what he saw was the scene of He Cheng playing with his husband.

Mr. Du was unceremonious, He Cheng was engrossed in intercepting everywhere, and Li Hui sat next to him with a slight smile and watched the game, quietly measuring the chess strength of the two. If you only look at their current demeanor, you can't see that they are just first acquaintances. Not only is there no restraint and rustiness between the three of them, but their demeanor and demeanor are also very natural.

Wang Zixian quietly sat down beside Li Hui, watching the battle situation of the chess game. If there is a national player with similar chess strength, a game of chess may have to be played intermittently for several days before the winner can be determined; If the strength of the chess is uneven, it may not take an hour to end the match. He Cheng's chess strength is naturally deficient compared to Mr. Du, but his chess style is extremely stable, and the situation on the chessboard is a little stalemate, and it is difficult to distinguish the superior for a while.

"Since the son has come over, let's talk about the business first." Mr. Du took the initiative to interrupt the fight, looked at the young man opposite, and stroked his beard with satisfaction, "He Langjun's chess style is somewhat similar to that of the county king, but he is more daring than the county king when he occasionally makes outstanding moves, and he has some demeanor of a son." Li Hui and Wang Zixian often played chess games with him, and his judgment was very fair: "It's also very interesting, after you live here, you can play chess with the old man more." ”

After He Cheng heard the word "county king", he was quite frightened, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Li Hui. In the homes of the people who come and go from the He family, at most, they have only seen impostors who claim to be in a corner of the world, or small families who do not enter the stream. Even the side branches of the Langya Wang clan are out of reach, let alone the royal family? And the prince who can be commensurate with the king of the county as a friend, what kind of future will he have in the future? Perhaps, insisting on sending Wang Luoniang home was the most correct decision he made.

Li Hui noticed his gaze, and found that although he was a little more cautious, his eyes were still upright, and his demeanor had not changed in any way. Although there are many poor scribes in Chang'an, there are not many children who can have such a temperament, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no one in ten thousand.

"I really don't dare to disturb Mr. Song." The young man from a humble family arched his hand, "Because I left home in too much hurry, in order to avoid the worry of my father, I plan to return to my hometown tomorrow." ”

"If you have friends from afar, how can you not be entertained?" The prince smiled, "If you don't want your relatives to worry, just send someone to send a letter back." You should have come to Chang'an with a hard time, right? Don't you feel sorry for returning in such a hurry? I also want to take you around Chang'an before I officially join the company, and appreciate the customs of our capital. ”

Hearing this, He Cheng hesitated for a moment, as if he was a little embarrassed. But he is not a scholar who is ignorant of the world, and he knows that such a God-given opportunity must not be missed, so he bows his head and salutes: "He has admired Wang Xiangtou for a long time, and if he can travel with Wang Xiangtou, it will naturally be the most leisurely pleasure in this life - thank you Wang Xiangtou." His expression was very sincere, and he did not see any trace of calculation, just looking at it was enough to make people feel comfortable.

"Hehe, then you can stay with the old man for a while." Mr. Song made a final decision, "I will also take you to the Temple of Mercy and Grace another day to fight a few rounds with those big and small monks around Xuanhui." Every time the old man goes back, he feels lonely. But Zixian gradually got busy again, and the county king has no leisure. ”

"The Temple of Mercy and Grace presided over by Master Xuanhui?" He Cheng's eyes lit up slightly, "No matter where Mr. Song goes, just bring the juniors." "It seems that the reputation of Master Xuanhui, who returned from his westward journey to learn scriptures, has also spread throughout the country. Obviously, this young man went to the old monk, which made Mr. Song feel a little sad.

"I don't know where He Langjun's hometown is?" Wang Zixian asked again, as if talking about the world.

"I have lived in Jingzhou for generations." He Cheng replied, "The people of Jingchu have been in business for several generations, and it is not easy for my father to travel all year round. Moreover, his heart and mind was to change the court, hoping that I would not have to go into business, and that I would study and pay tribute to the government. But those celebrities in Jingzhou were unwilling to accept me, the child of a poor businessman, so I could only follow Mr. Qimeng to continue to participate in various literary meetings to improve my knowledge. Occasionally, at the literary meeting, you can also hear celebrities preaching the Thirteen Classics. Until now, I have only finished reading these books intermittently. ”

It is not difficult for the children of the poor to enlighten, but it is difficult for Mr. Baide to continue to teach. Therefore, the vast majority of those who can stand out in the tribute are the children of families or official eunuchs.

"Tsk, the opinion of the door, ignorance!" Mr. Song snorted lightly, "Your temperament is better than that of many children of the family. Those so-called celebrities are reluctant to accept you, and it is also because they can't afford to be your husband, so you don't have to take it to heart. In Chang'an, many gentlemen don't care about the family, you can worship them as teachers......"

Seeing that Mr. Song was about to continue talking, the prince changed the topic without a trace and asked about Wang Luoniang: "Ling Zun cares so much about changing the court, so he 'saved' Luo Niang?" In front of Li Hui and Mr. Song, there is really nothing worth hiding. When he asked so calmly, he didn't mean to ask about the guilt, but just talked about the facts. Moreover, he vaguely had some thoughts about this son's future future, but he didn't know if he could do it.

After all, they are just new acquaintances. No matter how smart this son is, no matter how upright his character is, if he doesn't want to invest in Chang'an, a drunken and gold-obsessed place, now, and doesn't want to follow him, it is reasonable to entrust his future to him.

Hearing this, He Cheng's face was slightly red, and he said ashamedly: "My father does have this obsession, so he was confused for a while...... However, I feel that in the end, we have to rely on ourselves and rely on future operations to change the court. Alas, my father's thought is really sorry for Mrs. Wang...... It is also Wang Niangzi's kindness and does not pursue it, otherwise He Mou will die of shame. ”

Smart people talk, especially interesting. Hinting frankly and quietly, but it doesn't make people feel any disgust. Li Hui curled the corners of his lips: "As far as I know, all the mistakes are the fault of the villains." He Langjun took the initiative to send Wang Niangzi back, which is already a kindness, and it doesn't have to be like this. "If it is another businessman, Wang Luoniang still doesn't know where she will fall. The only one to blame is Wang Ziling, who betrayed his sister in disregard of blood and family affection, and the lord of He Jialang is also at fault, but what He Cheng did is enough to dilute this qiē.

"Xuanqi is right." Wang Zixian took over, "He Langjun doesn't need to mention the word 'shame' anymore. It's just that our two families are fated, you and I are friends, and you are just entrusted by me to send my sister to Chang'an to reunite with me. "It's good for everyone to cover it up.

He Cheng bowed his head: "Wang Langjun can rest assured." Although those people in my family are far away in Jingzhou, they are all tight-lipped people and will never spread any rumors. Those who came with me were also my trusted maids and servants, who had always been silent, and they got along with Wang Niangzi very well along the way. ”

Wang Zixian asked some details again, but He Cheng knew everything and said everything. He also once inquired about the servants and maids who followed his father at that time, and learned something a little strange: "When walking on the post road, there were several batches of songs with a Chang'an accent back and forth. Some of them entered the mountains, and saw them several times in a few days, and stopped to ask if they had seen the whereabouts of a young man of sixteen or seventeen; Some of them rode all the way to Jingzhou, and later the slaves met them on the streets of Jingzhou and found them sailing down the river......"

Li Hui and Wang Zixian glanced at each other: Unexpectedly, the well-informed Yang family once wanted to rescue Wang Ziling? It seems that the affairs of the Wang family have attracted Yang Qian's attention in the end, and they must not be careless. The place where Xiao Yang and Wang Ziling are located must also be more secretive. As for the others, they went to Jingzhou and went down the river -- the clan in Jingzhou was the family of Li Ju, the king of Chu, and down the river were Yuezhou, Chuzhou, and Ezhou -- it was Ezhou where the king of Jiangxia County was located.

In the middle of the night, the prince finished asking all the questions that should be asked and should not be asked, and smiled very gently: "The night is dark, He Langjun should rest early." Tomorrow I will take Luo Niang home, and invite He Langjun to my home as a guest in a few days, which can be regarded as a thank you for it. "Since it is an unmarried Lang Jun and his wife, it is not appropriate to see each other more. As an elder brother, what should be said naturally must be explained.

Hearing this, He Cheng couldn't help but show a little stunned. However, he quickly reacted, accepted those undeserved looks, and said abruptly, "Thank you...... You don't have to. Wang Langjun was too polite. ”

Wang Zixian saw his expression in his eyes and narrowed his eyes. Mr. Song glanced at this, looked at that, seemed to think of something, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Li Hui smiled slightly, he knew what the two masters and apprentices were planning - although the results were not the same, they could be regarded as different paths. It's fun to have them surprise each other, isn't it?

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Zixian personally sent his two younger sisters back to Wang's house. Before leaving the vine garden, Wang Luoniang offered to say goodbye to He Cheng. The prince did not stop him, and the two of them strictly followed the etiquette and said goodbye. Wang Xiangniang stood beside her, looking at them thoughtfully.

As soon as they left, Li Hui went to Dali Temple to do official business, while Mr. Song excitedly led He Cheng straight to Ci'en Temple. By the way, he also asked the tribe to post a post inviting a group of old friends to meet at the Temple of Mercy and Grace. The old gentlemen get together, nothing more than a game, a poem, and another show off their disciples.

Since his family became the leader, he has been busy hiding from those who catch his son-in-law, and he has never shown off every once in a while!! Now that the disciple has won the first place in the examination and has won the job he wants, how can he not share his joy with his life?