Out of the palace, I felt that the air was much fresher, there were no carriages, no horses, Xuan Shijing walked on the bluestone streets of Chang'an City. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The weather is a little cold, looking at the weather, a little gloomy, it seems that tonight, how to say that there will be a heavy snowfall, after the heavy snow, maybe the climate of Chang'an City will not be as dry and cold as it is now.

Walking on the road, Xuan Shijing remembered that he would have to go to the Taishi Bureau tomorrow to see Li Chunfeng's Taoist alchemy, and now that he is not in the Wude Palace, what excuse do he have to think of to enter the palace? Anyway, he also contributed a lot of blood, although Li Chunfeng, a Taoist priest, planned to refine a pot of poison pills with his own blood......

I don't know if there is a New Year's gift in the palace, if not, just take advantage of this reason to go into the palace and go to see the eldest grandson queen.

Although it is possible that His Majesty Li Er wants to use himself for alchemy, Xuan Shijing always thinks that Empress Changsun is different, Empress Changsun has always opposed the statement of immortality, Mo Daojia, even when she was seriously ill, His Majesty Li Er wanted to build a pagoda for her to pray was refuted by her, I have to say that Empress Changsun is much more pragmatic than His Majesty Li Er.

The journey from the palace to the palace of King Qin is not long, Xuan Shijing also feels that he has not walked such a long way for a while, in the past, he went out either on horseback or Shi Hu in a carriage, but now he walks alone in this Chang'an City, but he also has a different feeling.

The gate of the Hou Mansion is still closed, and the two cold stone lions in front of the door exude an aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

There is a side door next to the gate, if the host does not go out or there are guests visiting on weekdays, the gate is closed, but there are few such gate specifications in Chang'an City, and Xuan Shijing's Dongshan Marquis Mansion is just stained with the light of the former Qin Palace.

When I walked to the gate and knocked lightly on the knocker, I heard an old voice coming from inside the gatehouse.

"Who?"

"Uncle Liu, Shijing is back." Xuan Shijing said as he stood outside the gate.

"It's the little marquis." Uncle Liu opened the door, although Uncle Liu is now old, but his kung fu is still there, although he is leaning on his body, but the two heavy doors of the Hou Mansion can be opened effortlessly.

Xuan Shijing walked into the Hou Mansion and looked around, but found that the Hou Mansion seemed to be very quiet, and at this time in previous years, shouldn't the whole mansion be busy?

"Uncle Liu, why is the Hou Mansion so quiet today?" Xuan Shijing turned around and asked.

"Madame said, now at the end of the year, Hou Ye was grounded in the palace by His Majesty, at such a time when the limelight is on the cusp, the house should not be too public, and everything will be said when Hou Ye comes back." Uncle Liu said with a smile: "No, isn't Master Hou coming back today, everything in the house is ready, just wait for you to come back, and start cleaning up." ”

"How did my mother know that I would be back today?" Xuan Shijing looked surprised.

"Madame didn't say that the little marquis you are coming back today, there are still two days to the first day, even if your majesty is grounded, how can there be a big New Year's eve and will not let go, so we all know that you will be able to return to the house before the little marquis, little marquis, since you are back, it is better to go to the ancestral hall to meet Mrs. first, these days, Mrs. is in the ancestral hall to take care of everything in the ancestral hall."

Xuan Shijing nodded and responded, "Well, I know." With that, he walked towards the ancestral hall in the backyard of the house.

Speaking of this ancestral hall, Xuan Shijing has something strange in his heart, the ancestral hall of the Xuan family, if it weren't for Xuan Mingde's sake, I'm afraid my mother would not be so concerned, this year's Laba worship ancestors, the Wang family just took Xuan Shijing to watch, the main sacrifice became the Xuan Lin Dao family, and Xuan Qing also replaced the previous Xuan Shijing to do things, it can be seen that the Wang family is ready to return the sect to Xuan Lin Dao, the family is very young.

In recent years, Xuanqing is also more promising, I heard that Xuanqing will go to see the big exam in the spring of next year, and the students who came out of Guozijian, after the big exam, can more or less be an official, up to the sixth, down to the official Cao, different sizes, and Wang saw that Xuanqing was different from his father Xuanlin Dao, so he hit the idea of letting Xuanqing inherit the ancestry, to put it bluntly, this sect is not returned to Xuanlin Dao, but crossed Xuanlin Dao and gave it directly to Xuanqing, after all, Xuanlin Dao was into the Li family back then.

Over the years, Xuan Mingde and the Wang family have done enough for the Xuan family, maybe after this year, they will be divided into Chang'an Xuan and Hanzhong Xuan.

Naturally, the head of the Xuan family in Chang'an is Xuan Shijing, and the head of the Xuan family in Hanzhong, Xuan Shijing does not dare to assert that the sect is inherited by Xuanqing, but the position of the head of the family is according to Xuanqing's soft and glutinous temperament....... Mysterious and mysterious.

Walking into the ancestral hall, Xuan Shijing saw his mother dressed in cloth and hairpin, and was holding a white cloth boy to carefully wipe the tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall.

Xuan Shijing walked into the ancestral hall and called in a low voice.

"Mother."

Wang straightened up, turned around, and saw Xuan Shijing, with a smile on his face: "I'm back." ”

"Yes." Xuan Shijing nodded: "Mother, haven't you already cleaned this ancestral hall before the Laba solar term, why don't you wipe it again today." ”

Wang smiled and continued to repeat the actions in his hands: "It's okay, this is also the last time that our Hou Mansion will clean the façade for the ancestors of the Xuan family. ”

Sure enough, as Xuan Shijing expected, the Wang family had already planned to hand over the ancestral rites to Xuanqing, otherwise they would not have come out like this when they worshipped their ancestors during the Laba Festival.

"Originally, this sect should not be worshiped by your father, although your father-in-law is the son of the Xuan family, and treats your father like a parent, but your father is not the blood of the Xuan family after all, and we categorically did not forcibly occupy the sect, but in the past, Xuan Lindao entered the Li family, and the Xuan family has no successor, and now, Qing'er is considered to be a child, so this sect should also be inherited by Qing'er, and our house is dedicated to your father and your grandparents." Wang said.

The situation in Chang'an Wang family more or less knows, and now she wants to hand over the sect to Xuanqing to inherit, not because she wants to draw a clear line with Xuanlindao's family, so many years of open and secret verbal battles, Wang also feels a little tired.

Since the return of Xuan Shijing, the Hou Mansion has regained its vitality, Wang feels that the current life is not bad, he has nothing to do on weekdays to play mahjong with the ladies, or sit in the Xuanwu Building to look through the account books, and deal with the miscellaneous matters in the meeting, at least let the Wang family feel that the current days are not as boring as in the past, so they simply want to save the mind of dealing with the Xuanlin Dao couple. (To be continued.) )