Mr. Su is a great Confucian, not only the Southern Tang Dynasty, but also the New Song Dynasty, Hou Shu, Dalizi, all honored Mr. Su grew up in Chang'an, is a figure in the Tang Dynasty, and was destroyed by the New Song Dynasty, a life of loneliness, half of his life drifting away from the countries, when he was old, he settled in Jinling.

The old gentleman wrote thousands of books, and in the Tang Dynasty, he was a compiler in the palace, and no one cared about him at first. When the Tang Dynasty was destroyed by the New Song Dynasty, most of the precious classics in the palace were destroyed, and it was Mr. Su who re-compiled thousands of classics in Jinling with his own strength and sent people back to Chang'an.

With this merit alone, the old gentleman can go down in history, after the new Song Dynasty gratitude, special gift of ten thousand gold, in the new Song Dynasty eleventh year, the new Song Emperor sent the new Song prince to Jinling to invite the old gentleman into Chang'an, everyone knows, the old gentleman in the second half of his life high-ranking officials are worry-free.

The old gentleman entered Chang'an on March 16, the 11th year of the New Song Dynasty, and set up a lecture outside the Changjie of Chang'an Palace. At this time, the students of the world flocked to it, flocking to it, so that the frames of the nobles in the imperial city had to make a detour, and the lectures lasted for three years and six months, and the old gentleman said goodbye to Chang'an and set off back to Jinling. On that day, thousands of students knelt outside the long street of Chang'an with books in their hands, and even the young emperor of the New Song Dynasty stood on the city wall and bid farewell to the old man.

Thinking back to the banquet, the eighth child wants to worship the old gentleman as a teacher, no matter whether the result is good or bad, the old emperor doesn't care, but what makes him a little headache is, should he make a will? And what will it be?

"Father, think twice, there are tens of millions of students in the world, don't be cold, there are many great Confucians in the world, it is not difficult to find a good teacher for the eighth child, this matter can be discussed later!" The crown prince knelt in front of the old emperor, and his tone was a little pleading.

The old emperor glanced at his eldest son slightly, a little displeased, frowned slightly, took a sip of the fruit wine poured by the imperial concubine, and then waved his sleeves and said, "I have my own opinions on this matter, don't kneel the prince, get up and sit down!" On a good Mid-Autumn Festival night, it was impossible to lose the interest when it was in such a situation. ”

"Your Majesty, the prince of the minister is the priest of wine, he is old and frail, and the night is late, so he will not disturb your Yaxing who admires the moon, and the minister has retired!" In the middle of the banquet, an old man in a gray and white shirt stood up slowly, folded his hands, and when he spoke, he saw that his face was very calm, and after speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left slowly under the gaze of everyone.

The old emperor looked, before he could speak, he watched the old gentleman leave slowly, for this kind of rude person in his eyes, he should have been angry, but that person is the world-famous old Mr. Su, even as the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he can't restrain the old gentleman, the old gentleman wants to go, when leaving, the old emperor also got up slightly, folded his hands, and said goodbye to the old man.

The nobles at the banquet all stood up, folded their hands, and bid farewell to the old gentleman.

"Teacher! Please also ask ......" The eighth prince who spoke chased after him, today, he must worship the old gentleman as a teacher.

Old Mr. Su glanced back at the Eighth Prince, "I don't plan to open the door to teach apprentices, and I ask the Eighth Prince to respect himself, don't disturb the purity of the old man!"

The footsteps of the Eighth Emperor who had just caught up were stopped by these words, and it seemed that someone slapped him a few times, in the face, and on the tip of the heart.

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Step by step, he is very slow, and he doesn't care who he offends, who he flatters, whether it is the eighth prince or the old emperor, he doesn't care, he has lived to such an age, he looks down on the world, life and death, but he knows that Li Jing is not so stupid, so stupid that he keeps himself in the palace today.

On crutches of dead wood, he didn't need anyone to help him, he walked out of the brightly lit Xingqing Palace, it was always cold outside the palace, the cold wind swept across his face, he stretched out his hand, rubbed his fingers, looked up and smiled self-deprecatingly, and then, step by step, walked down the steps.

The moon is very round tonight, the Southern Tang Dynasty Jinling is good, and the New Song Dynasty Chang'an is good, what's the difference! I have done this life's learning, whether it is a Confucian or a gentleman, I don't know what kind of person I should be, I have been looking for it all these years, and he doesn't know what he is looking for, until today, he seems to understand a little, and he is a little thorough, he hates some people, and he doesn't even want to see them, so he leaves the palace.

Looking up at the moon, the scenery is very good today, but unfortunately no one will appreciate it, let alone the people in Xingqing Palace, the old gentleman shook his head, and the smile on his lips was always mysterious.

"Teacher, students are polite!"

Mr. Su came back to his senses at this time, it turned out that he had already walked a long way, it was Xin Ji, the current Honglu Temple Siqing, how could he be here?

"Why are you here?"

Xin Ji didn't dare to get up, but his body was already numb on his knees, and he raised his hand and said, "Waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to summon you, I don't know if the teacher comes out of Xingqing Palace, do you know what the situation is inside?"

"Singing and dancing, peaceful!" The old gentleman stood up and replied casually.

"Is the teacher coming home? Do you want me to send someone to send the teacher home, after all, there are a lot of pedestrians on the street today, and there are also many pedestrians on Wutong Street, and it is very crowded for a while. ”

"No need, just go for a walk!" Mr. Su declined Xin Ji's kindness, and the old man was probably satisfied with his student, but Xin Ji was too stubborn.

"Then the teacher walks slowly!" Xinji farewell.

"Good!"

The old gentleman was on crutches, looked at the dozen or so officials of Honglu Temple kneeling in front of him, and shook his head, this is none of his business, he doesn't like to get to the bottom of it, kneel and kneel!

"Does the old gentleman live on Sycamore Street?"

When he left, Mr. Su heard someone talking again, and glanced at the person slightly, who was kneeling beside Xin Ji, and his face was very young and young.

"Naturally, are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, please ask the old gentleman for a small matter!"

"Say it!"

"Lane 17 of Wutong Street, there is a new family moving in today, can the old gentleman help bring a word?"

"What?" Mr. Su asked, he didn't know why he wanted to answer this young man's words, he was too lazy to deal with this situation on weekdays.

"Tell Li Shuangshuang, don't wait, go to bed early, and eat millet porridge tomorrow morning."

After hearing this, Mr. Su couldn't help but smile, "Is that all there is to it?" ”

"Yes!"

"Okay, I remembered, I'll bring it to you!" Mr. Su waved his hand, smiled all over his face, and took another step.

After Mr. Su left, Xin Ji spoke, his face was slightly displeased, and he turned his head and mocked: "Your Highness, why do you have to do this?"

"What?"

"He doesn't like this, teacher, if you want to get his attention, you don't have to!"

"I didn't mean that!"

"His Royal Highness's words, Shu Xin can't believe it."

"Why?"

Xin Ji no longer spoke, just knelt silently, King Wu's behavior today, Xin Ji has seen a lot in the past, everyone is like King Wu, thinking that if he catches up with a teacher, he can let the emperor take a look, Xin Ji is extremely disgusted, but today King Wu is smarter than people in the past.

After Mr. Su left, he kept thinking about the young man's words, which was very interesting.

"Tell Li Shuangshuang, don't wait, go to bed early, and eat millet porridge tomorrow morning."

Who is this Li Shuangshuang? Is it his wife? He can also think that he is afraid that he will not be able to go back to the palace tonight, so he will ask his wife to go to bed earlier? Do you want to eat millet porridge tomorrow morning?

Mr. Su seemed to be able to imagine that this must be a very loving couple, and Li Shuangshuang must be waiting for him at home on Wutong Street now.

Thinking of this, Mr. Su couldn't help but speed up his pace, and he didn't even have the interest in walking, after leaving the palace, he called a carriage, he didn't like to take a carriage on weekdays, he always thought that the horse would be tired, but now he felt that the carriage was a good thing, especially the carriage in the palace, with very few bumps, very stable, and fast.

When he walked a few streets away from Wutong Street, he got out of the carriage, after all, this place was already very close to the Qinhuai River, and there were already many pedestrians on the street.

Crutches, looking at all kinds of people, with the same smile on his face, after all, the Mid-Autumn Festival, for ordinary people, is a major festival, they hold lanterns, play around, walk for a while, even he has lanterns in his hands, is forced into his hands.

This place is different from Xingqing Palace, he likes it here, he likes this group of ordinary people, there are too many rules for princes and nobles, or ordinary people are better, no one knows him, and he doesn't have to do all kinds of etiquette, so, very good.

After walking for half an hour, he arrived at Wutong Street, knocking on a portal in Lane 17, next to his own shelter in Jinling.

There are three in Lane 17, and the one living in the most lane is a compiler from the Hanlin Academy, who is in his forties, and he is quite honest, but he doesn't have much communication. One of the houses in the middle, the door is always closed, since he lived in this seventeenth lane, he knew that this house had been bought, but I don't know who bought it, and this courtyard has not been inhabited until today.

When he passed by the door, he also wanted to go back to rest, but when he thought of agreeing to the young man, he stopped the idea in his heart.

"Who is this man? It can't be a thief, right? ”

"Probably not! I'm older!"

"What's so unusual? If you're older, you won't be noticed! ”

"There seems to be some truth to that! Catch the reporter?"

"The Southern Tang Mansion is a bunch of rice buckets, why don't you throw him into the river and have a long memory?"

"Great idea!"

"What a ghost!" Li Shuangshuang roared and punched the two fools a few times.

said that it was a few punches, but it landed on the sturdy bodies of Xiong Daxiong and the two people, which was louder than the sound of rain, and it was not in the way.

The three of them seemed to have just come back, Xiong Daxiong and Xiong were full of things in their hands, and even their necks were full of things, like two moving grocery stores, but Li Shuangshuang, empty-handed, and the double ponytails on his head were flicked one by one.

Li Shuangshuang's roar naturally caused Su Laosheng to look back, only to see two big men blocking the alley, and a little girl in front of him seemed to be their master.

"Thief?"

"Like?" Mr. Su stretched out his arms and asked.

"Not like that!"

"Do you still have to throw it into the river?"

"Naturally not!" Li Shuangshuang smacked his lips.

"I live next door, the one at the mouth of the alley, and I heard that there are people living here, so I came and have a look!"

"Oh! That old gentleman is polite!" Li Shuangshuang saluted mischievously.

"Are you Li Shuangshuang?"

"It's not!"

"Isn't your name Li Shuangshuang?" Xiong Er spoke at this time and scratched his head.

Mr. Su raised his eyebrows, laughed, and said: "It seems that you are Li Shuangshuang, someone asked me to bring you a message, saying, don't wait, go to bed early!"

"That's all?"

"Oh, and one more sentence, eat millet porridge tomorrow morning!"

"Good!" Li Shuangshuang smiled lightly.

"Then I'm leaving!"

"Old gentleman, go slowly!"