No matter how entangled he was in his heart, the king of Xin'an had to accept the fact that he was about to go to Chang'an to serve his grandmother. He really couldn't understand why he went back to his youth, but he was faced with a plausible past. However, no matter what is true or what is false, he is Li Hui, the son of King Pu, and he must accept all the qiē, and he must also accept the fate of his grandfather who brought him an uncertain future.

Xu was because he specially ordered the catcher to pay homage to a lot of wild things, and after two days, his grandfather was finally willing to come to see him with dignity. Li Hui watched him "roll" in, his whole body was as fat as dough, as if the flesh on his body trembled as soon as he moved, and a pair of phoenix eyes were squeezed so that there was almost only a gap left: I haven't seen him for many years, and my grandfather has actually gained a little fatter, and I can't bear to look at it. As the saying goes, only when you have a wide heart can you be fat, and he has clearly been depressed in his heart all these years, and he can still get fat, which really makes him incomprehensible.

Speaking of which, he had heard many rumors that his grandfather was undoubtedly his grandfather's favorite son, and he had repeatedly overstepped the rules for his sake. It's a pity that this favor has ruined the future of the eldest son and the second son. And when he heard these rumors, his first reaction was not to be proud, nor to sigh with regret, but to think--how could his grandfather look at the "dough" like son in front of him?

Although the fashion of Datang is that everyone is "fat and cute", it is far from conforming to people's aesthetic concepts at this point. His own grandfather Mo said that he was hunting on horseback, and he was out of breath just by walking two steps, and even the steps and eaves were specially widened and reinforced, and it took more than five strong guards to be able to lift them.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness King Pu didn't know that his son was slandering him, otherwise he would have immediately reprimanded him, and then waved his sleeves away without hesitation. He sat down on the spacious bed with some difficulty, looked at the young man on the sickbed sternly, squinted his thin eyes, and coughed lightly: "You are still thinking about me in your illness, and you can be regarded as having a heart." Is the wind chill better? ”

He is not actually a competent father, and he does not know how to get along with this young son who has grown up by his side since he was a child. On weekdays, he only cares about his own composition, and rarely pays attention to his son, let alone teaching or supervising his education. If it weren't for the fact that the princess Yan still remembered her filial piety in the illness of her young son several times in front of him, he probably wouldn't have come to such a situation.

"It's a lot better, I'm worried about Grandpa and Mother, and the child really can't help it." Li Hui reluctantly sat up, lowered his head and replied, "It's been raining for the past two days, when does Grandpa plan to leave?" "This rain is impossible to stop, and their trip back to Beijing is certainly not likely to be stopped by a rain.

"I see you're getting better, and you'll leave tomorrow." Li Taidao, with a little nostalgia on his face, "Speaking of which, you were born in the pavilion, grew up in Yunxiang County since you were a child, and have never been to Chang'an. When I arrived in Chang'an, entered the Taiji Palace, and met your grandfather and grandmother, I felt that this trip was worth it no matter how hard and tiring it was. It just so happened that they had never seen you, and you stayed with your grandmother to serve the sick and do your filial piety. ”

Obviously, His Royal Highness King Pu is now thinking about Chang'an, and he even wants to return to Chang'an in his dreams, and it is impossible to listen to him say that the road ahead is difficult. Li Hui had no choice but to agree, and asked, "Maybe you see Brother?" ”

His brother Li Xin is the eldest son of the concubine and the eldest grandson of the royal family. Because he is the first grandson, he grew up in the Taiji Palace, and was quite favored by his grandfather and grandmother, and he was close to the age of the uncle, and he also had a lot of friendship. After the failure of the King of Wei and the current King Pu to seize the throne, he was demoted out of Beijing, but he still stayed in Chang'an to fulfill his filial piety for his father. Of course, when his grandfather was still alive, he was indeed a filial grandson, but when his uncle ascended the throne, he was like a proton.

Li Tai seemed to think of his eldest son who had not seen him for more than ten years, and the flesh on his cheeks shook slightly: "Of course I can see it." You two brothers have never met, so you should get along. After that, he seemed to remember something, stood up suddenly, and said vaguely: "Take care of your illness, don't forget to practice calligraphy, you can only see it a little bit." ”

Li Hui didn't know what touched him in what he said, so he saw him trembling and "rolling" out, so he sighed and casually ordered: "Put out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

He's a grandfather who doesn't look fat and strong, and he doesn't know any conspiracy and calculations, but he is really talented. He is not only proficient in cursive calligraphy, but also reads and writes poems, and is also quite accomplished in painting. And he studied hard and practiced hard in order to win his appreciation, and in the end, it was just a letter to get his green eyes. After Grandpa died and his brother left the fiefdom with his mother Yan, he was disheartened and never touched calligraphy and painting articles again, and now he is probably already alive.

The maids didn't dare to persuade him, so they had to go and tell the princess Yan and Zhang Fumu.

When Yan Shi heard this, he smiled: "Since he wants to write, let him write." "She was born in a famous family, her father and ancestors are all famous calligraphy and painting masters, and she is also very good at calligraphy and painting, so she is naturally pleased that her young son is diligent and motivated." If his handwriting has grown, I still have some good pen and ink here, and I will give it all to him. ”

Mother Zhang reluctantly continued: "Your Highness, San Langjun has just recovered from a serious illness, but he can't practice too hard." Just let him move his pen a little. ”

So, on this day, Li Hui practiced 20 big characters, and splashed light ink to paint a picture of the hazy countryside, and then fell asleep satisfied. He didn't know that his calligraphy and paintings had fallen into the hands of Yan. She looked at it carefully for a long time, and sighed: "The pen seems to be a little rusty, but the meaning of the pen has already been completed." However, where does this kid have so many things on his mind? Looking at the brushstrokes, it seems to be a little depressed. ”

"At this age, it's time to have something on your mind." Zhang Fumu said with a smile: "San Langjun grew up in Yunxiang County since he was a child, and he must be a little unaccustomed to leaving suddenly. What's more, he has been sick for so many days, his food, clothing, housing and transportation are not satisfactory, and he has not been very energetic. After this journey, after returning to Chang'an, I can't say that I will be able to suddenly open up. ”

Yan shook his head, put away these calligraphy and paintings, thinking of the father and son's joy and sorrow, completely different reactions, silent for a long time, and said: "Obviously I haven't returned to my hometown yet, but I have already become timid. Anyway, when I return to Chang'an, I will decide whether to visit my grandmother. When she left Chang'an in a wolf manner, the Yan family did not send anyone to see her off, and no one asked about her before and after, which really made her a little cold. Over the years, the gifts sent from Chang'an have been locked up by her, and she has never seen them, let alone returned them. Seeing that the blood and family relationship was about to be severed, but now that there was an opportunity to turn around, she didn't know whether to seize it.

Not to mention that the three members of King Pu's family had their own concerns, but they all got up early to wash the next day. Before dawn, the inn was already full of people, and the servants and maids hurriedly sorted out their luggage, and served the nobles with morning food, and then boarded the ox cart and set off. From the catcher to the post, they all got a good reward, and watched them leave with a smile.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly carried the hem of his silk shirt and ran to Li Hui's oxcart in the muddy rain: "Xiao Langjun, it has rained a lot in the past few days, and the hillsides on both sides of the post road are very likely to be washed loose and soft by the rain, and I can't tell when it will collapse!" You have to be careful to find your way! ”

"Thank you for the reminder." Li Hui lifted the window screen and smiled at him, sent the guards on the side to report to the guards of the family mansion and the tent house, and asked the maid to take the usual money to catch the post, "The mountains are high and the water is long, old man, don't pass by." ”

Catch the post looked at him, and was speechless for a while. Ox carts passed by him, splashing from time to time on his new silk shirt, and he hurriedly took a few steps back to see the convoy depart.

After entering the Qinling Mountains, the wide post road gradually became cramped. In the dangerous terrain, there is even only one ox cart to pass by, one side is a cliff and the other side is a canyon, if you fall down, there are no bones. Li Hui looked at the continuous mountain peaks through the window screen, the tender green, new green, and turquoise spread from shallow to deep, and his face did not change color.

Because of the special reminder of the catcher, the guards and the subordinates were very careful when exploring the way. Fortunately, the post road was not washed away by the soft rocks, and the occasional danger was avoided unharmed. Li Tai disliked that the speed of such a march was too slow, and insisted on moving forward day and night without stopping, until the evening of the third day, when he saw the pavilion in the distance, Fang relieved himself and let everyone rest.

This pavilion post should be the "Lingzhong Station" as the Lingnan Post catches the post, and it looks almost as simple and dilapidated. When the catcher and the postman came out to greet each other, they were dressed like hunters, but they didn't even have decent clothes. After seeing the goldfish bag, the catcher looked awe-struck, and saw that the guards and subordinates were searching and patrolling around with some fierce gods, and immediately said cautiously: "There is also a little prince who has come to stay here, and the nobleman doesn't know if he can give up a room?" ”

Before he could finish speaking, the guards came with the master and servant. Li Hui fixed his eyes, but it was an old man and a young man covered in rain.

The young man was about the same age as him, with red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and an open-minded bearing, and at a glance he knew that he was a child of a well-educated family; The old man was probably his servant or a subordinate, and he was burly, deferential, and polite.

Growing up in a remote fiefdom such as Yunxiang County, Li Hui rarely saw this kind of rumored family child, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks. The more I looked, the more I felt that this person was elegant, even if he was covered with moisture and black hair, he didn't see the slightest hint of a wolf, and he couldn't help but make friends.

And the young man was also very calm, unmoved in front of everyone's eyes, and saluted them with a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant: "A certain prince of Langya has seen the king." was just white, and he shouldn't have entered the pavilion, but he couldn't find a place to rest when he traveled in the rain, so he had to take the liberty of disturbing each other. ”