Han Ke was stunned when he heard this, and many pictures flashed in his mind one by one, and then he reluctantly chuckled, a sadness and loss rose in his heart, and he said lightly: "I have already missed once, and I don't want to be wrong again." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Gu Danying's eyes widened, pinched her chin, lowered her eyelids and glanced at the yellowed book lying quietly on the table, and asked suspiciously, "...... twice?" ”

Han Ke calmed down, lowered her head, raised her eyelids slightly, and caught a glimpse of the curiosity she exuded all over her body, sorting out her chaotic mood, and falling back into her memories.

1612 A.D., Beijing, Hanfu.

Han Rizan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was anxiously pacing around the door, stopping from time to time to look at the situation in the room, anxious. He listened to the heart-rending screams that kept coming from the room, and his heart tightened, and his hands hanging down his waist clutched the placket tightly, folding out crumpled marks.

The hoarse voice in the room gradually weakened, he was full of powerlessness for a while, the whole person was full of powerlessness, looking sideways at the thousands of miles of Liuxia shrouded in the sky, the long figure stood tall under the eaves, quietly, as if the tension just now was an illusion, from beginning to end without saying a word, the black pupils looked unclear.

'Squeak', the door opened lightly, and the midwife had a flattering smile on her face, and screamed sharply: "Congratulations to Master Han, congratulations to Master Han, Mrs. has given birth, big fat boy." ”

Han Ri retracted his gaze stupidly, and only reacted after a while, and he couldn't care about dealing with the midwife, so he hurriedly pushed her away and ran into the room. Looking at the woman lying on the bed with some prostration, he sat on the edge of the bed, scrambling to know what to do. The woman's sloppy gaze focused slightly, looked at him weakly and pulled out a smile, reached out to cover his slender fingertips, and patted it gently to show comfort.

Holding her hand, the corners of Han Rizan's mouth curled, picked up the towel, carefully wiped the sweat stains on her forehead, stared at her pale and almost transparent face, and said gently: "Thank you, Wei'er." ”

Wang Wei's pale face flushed slightly, her eyes swept around the empty room, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What about the child?" ”

"Don't worry, the child's midwife will take it to the bath, and it will be fine in a while." He explained as he took her fingers and wiped them slowly, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

"Have you decided on a name?"

Han Rizan raised his eyelids and stared at her for a while, and muttered: "Han Zongcheng, the word ancestral heart, how is it?" ”

Wang Wei didn't speak, just stared at him, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and nodded slightly.

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The carved hollow wooden door was slowly pushed open with a 'squeak', and Han Zongqi walked in, and the eyes of everyone in the room invariably fell on him, gasping, feeling that compared with his beauty, he was ashamed of himself. Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a slightly convex piece on the high nose bridge, a typical eagle hook nose, thin lips are always embedded with a smile that seems to be nothing, and the clear outline of the water chestnut is like a carpenter's perfect handicraft, flawless.

Han Zongcheng smiled, like bathing in a spring breeze, he bowed slightly, and his movements were smooth, respectfully making people unable to find a trace of fault. The little servant led him to sit down, and accosted him: "Han Gongzi is a little late today." ”

He smiled politely on his warm face, showing good upbringing all the time: "There are some things today, and I went out late." ”

The little servant glanced at the delicate and handsome face, took the cup neatly, and skillfully poured tea for him: "Han Gongzi taste, this is a new tea just served this year." ”

Han Zongcheng nodded, staring at the steaming white teacup, slightly distracted. Suddenly, he made an elegant gesture to the little guy, saying that he didn't have to wait for anything to do, and the little guy was also a good person, and he had reached the peak of his ability to observe words and colors, bowed his head slightly, and retreated.

He picked up the teacup, put it under the wing of his nose and sniffed it gently, the faint fragrance of tea lingered, refreshing. He took a sip gently, slowly closed his eyes as if enjoying, the sweet and bitter aftertaste remained between his teeth, he shook his head slightly, and sighed almost inaudibly, elegantly expressing his disappointment in the craftsmanship of the person who made the tea, which was really a waste of good things.

"What does Han Shinephew think about this?" The old man smiled softly and touched his long beard.

Han Zongcheng was stunned when he heard this, felt the burning gaze cast over, slowly opened his eyes, and put the tea cup in his hand back on the table, extremely calm.

He bowed his head slightly in a humble and polite manner, as a sign of respect, and slowly stood up: "Shibo is serious, and what the little nephew knows is only some skin, how can he show off in front of Shibo." ”

"Han Shi's nephew's words are wrong, how can there be a distinction between high and low academics, you can talk about your own opinions, and let us old antiques have a long insight, how about it?" The old man waved his hand disappreciatively, disagreeing with his thoughts.

Han Zongcheng was silent for a moment, feeling that the words had been said to this point, if he was shirking, it would seem a little inappropriate, he slowly hooked his lips and smiled, his voice was calm and powerful. Everyone listened attentively, and couldn't help but nod their heads, appreciating again and again, and their black pupils showed admiration.

His voice stopped abruptly, and he glanced at the people who had not yet come back to their senses, and he scratched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, and he was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

There was no sound in the room, only the sound of breathing between each other, and at some point, there was a monotonous applause from the corner, and everyone came back from the passionate remarks just now, and they all applauded and praised, and the voices came and went.

"The virtuous nephew is really insightful!" The old man laughed a few times, touched his goat's whiskers, and nodded slightly in praise: "It's really admirable to the old man!" As he spoke, he clasped his hands weakly, shook them slowly, and made a polite gesture to express his appreciation.

Han Zongcheng bowed modestly, his mood was as calm as ever, his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if the praise he had just received was not enough, and said lightly: "Shibo praised it, and Zu Xin is ashamed." ”

In the teahouse, the world's celebrities and giants looked at Han Zongcheng's young and handsome face, and instantly lost his mind, and couldn't help but be speechless in his heart, how much concentration is this to be so quiet. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, and secretly compared, if I was afraid that I would not be able to do a third of it! After all, indifference to fame and fortune is not something that everyone can do......

After the teahouse talks, Han Zongcheng's fame was overwhelming, and domestic celebrities were ashamed of not being handed over to Han Zhanggong.