Mr. Song Kesong has always been straightforward, and after formally establishing the master-apprentice relationship with Wang Zixian, he simply lived in the small courtyard of the Wang family. His wife died young, he had no children and no daughters, and he only brought a few servants in the rented yard, and when he moved over, he was almost empty-handed, with only a few carts of books following him, which was very simple. The prince ordered Ah Liu to clean up the east wing where the prince had lived before and give it to his husband for temporary residence, and the small courtyard immediately became a little lively.

“…… How can there be a reason for a disciple to live in the main room and let the gentleman live in the side room? Mr. Song came to the disciple's study and expressed his dissatisfaction with his lack of respect for the teacher, "How can I put those scrolls in the side room for the teacher?" Your study is empty, and half of the books are allocated to the teacher. "In fact, there is not much difference in the size of the main room and the wing room, it just shows the difference in status; In fact, Mr. Song has never cared about the dignity of the teacher, but it has become his habit to be picky about his disciples when he has nothing to do.

"How to use the study is up to Mr. However, the disciples did not live in the main house for the sake of enjoyment. After a moment's thought, the prince got up and went into his bedroom, and opened the secret door hidden behind the wardrobe.

Mr. Song, who was curious to follow the past, had his eyes a little straight, staring at the dark passage, and was speechless for a while. He has always been frank and comfortable, how could he have thought that this simple small courtyard actually opened a secret door, and it seemed to hide some big secrets? It is clear that his disciple is just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old student of Guozijian, how can he seem to be a dangerous element who wants to do something "big"?

"Sir, please." Wang Zixian did not explain, and walked in front of him with a candlestick to show him the way.

Mr. Song hesitated for a moment, but after all, curiosity overcame Yiqiē and followed. At this time, he can only comfort himself - although his disciples are black in heart, liver, spleen and lungs, they will not secretly plot against him. Presumably, inside this secret door, there are just some collections that he does not want to be known: such as some strange things, or some spring palace. Hehe, after all, he is a young man of this age, and there is no knowing and knowing beautiful maid around him, how can he not have a little reverie?

Wang Zixian didn't know how colorful his husband's imagination was, otherwise he would be a little ridiculous. After walking more than ten steps in the dark passage, he burrowed into the rockery road. Then, he blew out the candlestick, put it aside, and walked out of the rockery. Mr. Song also came out, and then he saw the snow-covered lake not far away, the octagonal pavilion surrounded by gorgeous barriers, and the three or five plum trees planted outside the pavilion.

In front of the red plum blossoms of the tree, there is a figure dressed in a white fox fur, as if he is sniffing the fragrance of plums, and as if he is carefully looking at the graceful posture of plum blossoms. The prince walked briskly, with a hint of eagerness in his graceful steps, as if he could not wait even for a moment.

Seeing such a scene in Mr. Song's eyes, he couldn't help but think again: It turned out that it was not a picture of the Spring Palace, but a golden house hidden Jiao, and they met from time to time before the flowers and under the moon?! Tsk, today's young people are really bold! How can it be like when they only knew how to look at the little ladies during the Shangsi Festival and the Shangyuan Festival? However, if Lang has a concubine, why not hurry up and propose? Could it be that there is a difference in identity? Or are the Wang family's parents really unreliable? Then wait for the son to come out with a first head in the exam, and he, who is a gentleman, will personally propose marriage for him!

Just as Mr. Song was holding his beard and smiling, the next moment, the person standing in front of the plum tree looked back, revealing a handsome face. And the imagination in his mind has progressed to the full hall of disciples' children and grandchildren, and he can also enjoy the joy of his disciples and grandchildren's knees, Mr. Song, who looked at it, the smile on his face instantly stiffened - wait, he was not mistaken?! That's not, isn't that the king of Xin'an County that I saw last time in Guozijian? It is rumored that the emperor and grandson who are currently the most favored by saints!

Wait a minute! Is there any best friend in the world who met through the guò secret road?! Isn't it unsightly? Why bother?! How so?! How can you not misunderstand such a thing?! I can't complain about how much he thinks about it! Do these two young men understand what "gentlemen's friendship is as light as water"?

"Zixian, Mr. Song." Li Hui smiled and bowed his head, "Congratulations to the two of you for forming a master-apprentice relationship." Zixian rarely has the eyes of his elders, and he will be annoyed by Mr. Song's guidance and teaching in the future. Although he regarded the prince as a close friend, he felt that he was much older, so he always took care of him and thought for him with all his might. When these words were spoken, there was also a vague hint of the brother's entrustment to the younger brother.

However, Wang Zixian never thought much about it, and only felt that he treated himself wholeheartedly. After all, judging from his age in this life alone, he is a few months older than Li Hui.

Mr. Song forcibly suppressed all kinds of slander in his heart, and also showed a reserved expression of a "master hermit". He had never understood any twists and turns, and when he heard the sincerity of these words, his still slightly stiff expression eased slightly: "Since he is the disciple of the old man, the old man will naturally not treat him badly-" He had never been able to speak, and added a sentence a little awkwardly: "Don't worry, the king." ”

"Mr. Song doesn't have to be so restrained." Li Hui said with a smile, "I have a relationship with Zixian, and Mr. Song is naturally my elder." If Mr. Song doesn't dislike it, he will call me by my name. In the future, if I have a word, I can call him whatever I want. With that, he led the two of them to the obstacles, and said, "I heard Zixian mention, Mr. Song wants to hold an apprenticeship ceremony?" I wonder if you've ever set a date? Where are you going to do it? ”

Wang Zixian naturally poured warm buttermilk for Mr. Song and him, and pushed it to their side very carefully: "Sir probably didn't think about it, but there were just some guests who wanted to invite the ceremony. Ah Hui, what do you think? When and where is it appropriate? I don't think there should be many guests for Mr., and I will only invite some friends from Guozixue and Guozijian, so I don't need to be too big. ”

"Really? If it weren't for the fact that this garden was not open to the public, it would be the most suitable place to hold a worship ceremony. Li Hui said, "Then why don't I ask my uncle and borrow the Hibiscus Garden for use?" There is also a plum garden in the Hibiscus Garden, and it is said that the scenery is very good, just to enjoy the plum view, and it can be regarded as a small gathering. "The Hibiscus Garden is a unique scenery all year round, and there is no chance for idlers to enjoy it. Since the death of Empress Qin, the royal family has been immersed in grief, and there is no leisure to open the Hibiscus Garden. Now that the New Year's holiday is approaching, it should not hurt to make an appointment to take a walk. In his opinion, it was time for his grandfather to leave the Taiji Palace and take a break.

"What about the days? At present, it is only ten days away from the sacrificial stove, and you have to choose an auspicious day as much as possible. The prince said, "In the past two days, I have learned some divination with my husband, and the fifteenth or twenty-first is an auspicious day." The 21st was too close to the sacrificial stove, and on the 15th, it was a little too urgent, and I didn't know if it was too late to send a post to the guests. ”

"Since there are not many guests, it will be set at fifteen." Li Hui said, "Tomorrow, I will ask my uncle to borrow the Hibiscus Garden." By the way, I invited my grandfather and grandfather and aunt to invite my brothers, sisters-in-law and cousins to join in the fun. Of course, in order to prevent Mr. Song from becoming stiff again, he will never reveal his plans and plans.

"That's very good." The prince nodded, turned his head again, and asked respectfully, "What do you think, sir?" ”

"......" Mr. Song, who had been ignored for a while, took a sip of buttermilk and snorted, "You have all decided on your own, and you still come to ask what you are doing for the teacher?" "What an unfilial disciple, he is simply obedient to his best friends, and he "ignores his master". It was obviously their master and apprentice's apprenticeship, but they listened to the king of Xin'an in everything. Although this arrangement is indeed very appropriate and has given him a lot of face, as a master, he always feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Wang Zixian already knew his temperament, so naturally he wouldn't take his cold snort seriously, so he soothed: "When the master writes a post to the guests, the disciple will personally come to the door to deliver it, how about it?" He also wanted to see what kind of friends his husband had made, after all, he had a straightforward temperament, and perhaps could not distinguish between all good intentions and bad intentions. Some so-called "friends" probably don't have to interact with each other in the future; Those who have the same temperament, he should naturally respect them as elders.

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Song shook his head again and again, "You don't have to show your face in front of them." On the 15th, they were scared by the chanting of poems, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, archery and pot throwing! Hmph, let them see, if you have accepted more than ten or twenty disciples, you are not as good as you! ”

“…… The disciples obeyed. Seeing that the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he had forgotten about Fang Cai's displeasure to the clouds, so he had to agree. However, just because he can't investigate openly doesn't mean that he won't send his troops to spy secretly. There is no need to wait until the 15th, and the guests invited by Mr. Song will probably already know everything.

"It's a surprise for them." Li Hui felt that this Mr. Song's temperament was like a child, and he was a little cute. Speaking of which, it seems to have some similarities with his grandfather. Because of filial piety, Grandpa has not been to Hongwen Hall for a long time to have a small gathering with the scribes, and he is a little embarrassed to stay at home, and he sees that the meat that he lost weight before has grown up again-I can't say, this time he should be able to be happy when he sees so many celebrities?

Although the matter of the apprenticeship had been properly discussed, Wang Zixian had no intention of leaving, so he talked to Li Hui about other things. Mr. Song listened with his ears pricked up, and saw that the two of them seemed to have nothing to hide, and he was really surprised in his heart. This is not only a close friend, it is simply a friend of life and death. In some families, even parents, brothers, wives and children may not be so close. He was surprised on the one hand, and sighed on the other, and felt that the two of them were defenseless against him, obviously trusting him very much, and there was a faint joy in his heart.

At the time of the evening meal, Li Hui kept the two of them and set up a small banquet to entertain them. He can't drink, and the prince doesn't drink either, so he heard that Mr. Song is quite good at wine, so he took out a jar of wine made by the prince in the autumn: "This is the wine of the Western Regions made by Zixian, how about Mr. taste it?" ”

"The best wine is as crimson as crimson, how can it be as yellow as this? Obviously, you don't have to worry about brewing! I don't know if it's made into vinegar. Mr. Song commented with disgust, and drank it again and again, "Tsk, that is, for the sake of the teacher, I don't dislike your winemaking skills......

Li Hui couldn't help laughing, replacing wine with tea, and toasting a cup of his close friend: "Drink to win." There was no need to say any toasts, the two of them just looked at each other, and they were silent.

Wang Zixian also raised his glass and said, "Drink to win." There was endless tenderness in his eyes, and I am afraid that even he did not realize it.

Mr. Song inadvertently saw it, hugged the wine jar and hummed in a low voice: "What should you look like to your best friend, what should you look like to your lady?" Tsk, it's really a rebel, and it's the most unkind to the teacher......"