This is a garden with sparse seedlings.

These days, the plum blossoms outside the mansion are gradually falling. Without the nuisance of the noisy voices of the plum blossom admirers, the house is even more lonely.

In the south of the courtyard, facing the sun, there is a decent study. A boy of nearly ten years old was sitting by the window of his study, holding a book in his hand.

His eyebrows are meticulous, although he is still young, he has a faint view of his handsome appearance.

There was a plum blossom on the bookcase, and the flower had fallen, but the branch had not been plucked for a long time. Now there are a few thin green leaves on the branches, which flutter gently in the breeze, adding a bit of spring to the study.

The boy was taught by a gentleman in his thirties, who was facing away from the boy and carefully reviewing the stacks of test questions on the table. The morning light rises, and the birds chirp in the courtyard. The boy turned his head to look at the gentleman who was sitting precariously, still holding the scroll in his left hand, and reached into the drawer next to the table with his right hand, and took out a handful of grain.

The millet was golden and carefully sprinkled by him on the windowsill.

A short time later, a small finch cautiously jumped down on the windowsill. As if tempted, as soon as the paws touched the mullions, they flew again. After doing so twice and three times, I finally landed with peace of mind and pecked the millet to eat. While eating, he tilted his head left and right to look at the movement around him.

The young man sitting by the windowsill was motionless like a statue, but his clear eyes showed a little warmth at this time.

Gradually, the daring finches attracted more and more birds, and in a short time five or six had fallen on the windowsill. The young man's expression was even more excited, and the corners of his lips were hooked, revealing a little smile.

The smile lasted only a few moments, and the footsteps from the main hall soon sounded, startling the birds to flee in all directions. Not long after, Steward Song of the Fuguo Mansion came in with a person who lifted the door curtain, bowed down and said inside: "Mr. Chen, there are some things in the mansion that the young master wants to know, I don't know if it is appropriate at this time." ”

The person who was called Mr. Chen looked up at the person, rolled up the test paper on the table, stood up and nodded, and walked out. Steward Song kept bowing until Mr. Chen's figure disappeared, then he walked up to the young man, lowered his head and said, "Lord Shizi, someone has come to the front hall, I want to see the master." ”

Cui Wanyan, the prince of the Fuguo Mansion, narrowed his eyes, and the relaxed joy brought by teasing the birds and sparrows disappeared, replaced by a slightly old look. He nodded and said, "Who is it, have you asked clearly?" ”

"The person who came only said that it was from the Ministry of War, and the name card handed over was from Lord Wang, so it must have been Lord Wang who sent him."

Steward Song said respectfully, it seemed that the person in front of him was not a young man under the age of ten, but a family member who could take charge of things.

After Steward Song finished speaking, he looked sideways at the people following behind him, and added: "Ah Hai said that he had seen this person in the military headquarters, so I brought Ah Hai here." ”

Calm eyes swept over the two, Cui Wanyan nodded and said, "My father is not in the house?" ”

Steward Song said: "The old man practiced archery in the back, saying that no one was missing, and then he changed his mind and said that he would let the prince go over to deal with it." ”

Since it was arranged by his father, Cui Wanyan no longer hesitated, stood up and walked out.

Steward Song and Ah Hai followed behind him, and when a few people came out of the study, Ah Hai glanced at the birds that flew to the windowsill of the study to forage for food, and whispered: "Miss has been gone for a long time, and the birds she fed still come here to find food?" After saying that, he sighed heavily.

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