Time is like an arrow, like flowing water.

The three-year term of office has expired, and Liu Yi's family, as when they came, traveled a long distance to return to Bianjing to report on their work.

The wind and the sun are beautiful, inside the Imperial Garden.

There is a small corner door in the east corridor of Daqing Hall and the secretary province is connected, Liu Yi passed through this door and came to Daqing Palace, Zhao Guangyi was by the bridge, holding rice bran in his hand to feed the fish, Liu Yi bowed, kept kneeling, did not dare to get up, Zhao Guangyi turned around and looked.

"Let's go flat".

"Xie Guan's Family". Liu Yi stood up and watched Zhao Guangyi throw all the rice bran in his hand into the fish pond, and the fish in the fish pond all rushed to surround him.

"Liu Aiqing, what is your official position now?"

When he returned to his official home, he was now the secretary of the provincial book.

Zhao Guangyi looked at him, thought about it for a while, and said, "Liu Aiqing, come and see."

Liu Yi walked to the edge of the fish pond and saw that the pond was full of koi fish competing for food.

"As the saying goes, the dragon gives birth to nine sons, the nine sons are different, I also have nine sons, one died early, my beloved Zuo'er is crazy, Prince Zhaocheng is dead, I still have six sons, but they are like this fish, the rice bran I just threw down is like this throne, I want you to praise the prince, what are your intentions, although there is no candidate for the prince at the moment, but it is equally important."

Liu Yi knelt down and bowed: "Xie Guan's family."

After being an idle official in Bianjing for two years, he was transferred out of Bianjing and to Yangzhou by order.

Li Taibai once had a poem: "The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach to blow Xiao. More than thirteen years old, cardamom tips in early February. Spring breeze ten miles of Yangzhou Road, roll up the bead curtain is not as good. The rivers and lakes are full of wine, and the waist is slender and the palm is light. Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo Xing name. Xiao Niang's face is thin and difficult to tears, and the tip of the peach leaf eyebrows is easy to feel sad.

The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou. ”。

Yangzhou is a completely different place than Quanzhou, located at the confluence of the Grand Canal and the Yangtze River, with developed transportation, prosperous economy and developed culture.

The weather is sunny, the wind is light, there is a harp, and it is harmonious with songs.

Ten-year-old Liu Sanchang, dressed in a frost-colored dress, the wind blowing his sleeves, he stood at the bow of the boat and said: "Parents raise their sons but don't teach them, they don't love their sons." Although he is not strict in teaching, he does not love his son. Parents teach but do not learn, and the son does not love his body. Even if he doesn't study hard, he doesn't love his body. Therefore, the adopted son must be taught, and the teaching must be strict; Strictness must be diligent, diligence must be successful. learn, then the son of the Shuren is the minister; If you don't learn, the son of the minister will be a concubine."

Liu Yi looked at Liu Sanchang, thinking about other things in his heart, he took a deep breath, and thought: "Now that Sanchang has grown up, the lord of the country, don't worry, the old minister will definitely take good care of the emperor's eldest grandson, and will also protect Her Royal Highness the princess well, help me Nantang, and live up to your entrustment."

The night is getting cooler, the lights are on, day after day, night after night, the boat is moving slowly, the fog is heavy, and the Dongguan ferry port is looming.

Liu Yi and his entourage, who had been tired all the way, finally arrived at Yangzhou Mansion.

Night, late at night.

Zhongren was already snoring, Liu Yi sat in front of the window, staring at the moonlight blankly, silent.