The ancestral courtyard of Chang'an Luo Mansion covers an area of several acres, five in and five out, the first one is the Ming Hall that receives ordinary guests, there is a large courtyard, there is a row of houses on both sides, there are housekeepers, slaves, the second is the housekeeper, the deacon, the head of the nursing home, the guards and other servants of some levels, the third and fourth into the Luo Mansion master and his family, the children's residence, the last into the back garden. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people of the Luo family have been officials in the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the Great Sui for generations, although they are not the noble families in the Guanlongmen valve, but the accumulation of three or four generations has not declined, and they have also reserved a certain amount of contacts and financial resources.

Luo Rong did not meet him in the Ming Hall where he entered first, but asked the slave to lead him into the back house, which had obvious significance, and did not treat him as an outsider.

When passing through the moon gate of the second entry, the corridor twists and turns, there is a pole next to the bamboo, the green bamboo with a thick bowl mouth, lush, a section is two feet, the slender green bamboo gathers into a forest, the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle lightly.

Luo Zhaoyun looked at Qingzhu, his mood seemed to be a lot fresher, and he had a general expectation of Old Man Luo's temperament, this is a general with good taste and coarse taste.

When he was led by the servant to the door of the study, he was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect to be arranged in the study.

"Xiao Langjun, please come in, Luo Chengcheng is practicing calligraphy in the study!"

Luo Zhaoyun pushed the door into the room and saw a tall figure, with his back to the door, wearing a cyan brocade robe, his hair already had white silk, but seventy percent was still black, just looking at the back, the spine was straight, giving people a feeling of being as tall as a mountain.

Luo Zhaoyun stood in the doorway, looking at the man in front of him who was close to the age of Huajia, and in his memory, he still had a vague impression of when he was ten years old.

"Awen!" Luo Zhaoyun's mind recalled some past events, and he still had some feelings for this old man who was over half a hundred, so he couldn't help but call softly.

Luo Rong was practicing calligraphy, and when he heard the words, he paused, did not stop writing, continued to write, did not turn around, and snorted coldly: "Little rabbit cub, I have been back to Beijing for three days, and I just thought about going home to see Ah Weng, I used to hurt you in vain!" ”

When Luo Zhaoyun heard the old man's words, for some reason, he felt a little more cordial.

The communication between men is not as tender and sensy as women, and often a few seemingly unkind words can suddenly shorten the distance.

"Ah Weng, my grandson is disrespectful, and I really came to visit a few days late!"

"Forget it, you have also grown up and have your own entertainment and ideas, how can Ah Weng blame you! But what happened to your injuries? Luo Rong put down the brush, turned around, and a pair of tiger eyes shot out a fine light, staring at Luo Zhaoyun.

At the same time, Luo Zhaoyun also looked at Luo Rong, this is an old man who is close to sixty, in ancient times, due to the low level of disease and medical treatment, the average life expectancy of people was shorter, and those who could live past sixty were still very tough, they were considered to be relatively long-lived, as for seventy, life seventy has been rare since ancient times.

Luo Rong's eyebrows were like swords, flying diagonally into his temples, his eyes flickering, with an inexplicable coldness and killing aura.

Luo Zhaoyun can see from his body the iron-blooded aura that a general in the army should have, just like Zhou Luohu, Yujuluo and others, this is a well-deserved general, and he is definitely not a person who relied on his ancestors Yu Yin to get involved.

In him, there is the shadow of his father Luo Yi, at least five or six points of coolness, however, Luo Yi is upright and a little tendoned, but this grandfather, Luo Zhaoyun saw that the other party was calm and resolute, and had inner wisdom.

"Back to Ah Weng, it's just a skin injury, and a laceration from the tiger's mouth, which is not in the way."

Luo Rong nodded, looked at the other party, showed a little appreciation, and said: "Yes, I haven't seen you for four years, and I have finally grown up, and I am no longer the well-behaved and timid little adult I was at the beginning, your matter, I already know, Dugu Valve is indeed too deceitful, Yu Juluo's righteous son, is now the momentum of the first master of the Great Sui, you are not ashamed to lose in his hands, but it is beneficial for you to explore martial arts!" ”

Luo Zhaoyun humbly accepted the teachings, listened to his grandfather's teachings, and secretly thought that his grandfather was at home behind closed doors, but he was so well-informed, there should also be intelligence sources in Chang'an City, or a certain interest group was mixed together.

"I miss my Luo family, finally there is a successor, you are only fourteen years old, but you can run away from home, do not rely on your ancestors Yu Yin, start from the frontier pawn, repeatedly perform miraculous feats, jumped to the former military academy captain, transferred back to the Beijing Division, and was named Fengche Captain, a six-rank official, already at the same level as your second uncle, even beyond the records of Ah Weng and your father when they were young."

"The times create heroes, and grandchildren just coincide with the opportunity and are promoted smoothly, how can they be compared with the careers of Ah Weng and Ah Daddy Rongma."

"Hehe, you kid, your mouth is quite sweet, in the past four years, it seems that you have a lot of experience, and you don't want to be that little baby at all." Luo Rong comforted Huai, and was naturally very happy to see that his only grandson was so good.

"Ah Weng, it is rumored outside, you took the initiative to resign from the post of general of the prison gate, and you want to spend your old age in Fu'an?"

Luo Rong nodded and said, "Yes, I have planned for a long time, but my health this year is not as good as before, and it is time to go home to recuperate." ”

Luo Zhaoyun also agreed with this decision, after all, Emperor Wen of Sui was about to die, the palace was not peaceful, and the left and right prison houses were two important departments of the Twelve Guards of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Like the other Ten Guard Mansions, there are positions of generals, but only the left and right prison mansions have only generals, no rank of general, although the rank is half a grade lower, but the degree of attention is not bad at all.

Luo Rong can become the general of the prison gate, which shows the trust of Emperor Wen of Sui in him, in this position, the crown prince has thrown olive branches to him, he can only be neutral, otherwise he will be eliminated by Yang Jian, Emperor Wen of Sui, who is increasingly suspicious.

"Ah Weng can make such a trade-off, and it is wise to retreat bravely from the rapids!" Luo Zhaoyun thought of some stakes, and guessed a lot in his heart.

Luo Rong heard the sound outside the strings, and glanced at his grandson unexpectedly, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, his smile narrowed, his expression was solemn, and he lowered his voice and said: "The old man can guard the door for His Majesty for more than ten years, can't you still see these doorways?" Now His Majesty's health is deteriorating, he is already riddled with diseases, some forces that oppose the crown prince Yang Guang and want to restore Yang Yong's identity are still there, and some nobles who have lost their country and left old people hope that the Great Sui will be in turmoil. ”

Luo Zhaoyun trembled slightly, he didn't expect his grandfather Luo Rong to see some mysteries and predict the dangerous situation, so he suddenly resigned and retired, so it seems that he is really more scheming and strategic than his father Luo Yi.

"My grandson has been taught."

"Well, come to the table, Ah Weng will give you a pair of words!"

Luo Zhaoyun walked in and looked at the high-quality bamboo rice paper on the tabletop, the ink was not dry, the pen was strong, and eight big characters were written: Taoguang is obscure, and the iron bones are strong!

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