Success is also Xiao He, and defeat is also Xiao He.

The father and son of the Han King were extremely depressed. The idea came out of the snow. But things are also bad in Xuewu's hands!

Fortunately, she was smart and took the initiative to bear the sin of laxity in teaching her servants. Otherwise, the king of Han probably had to report to Yunnan in advance. He has a karmic fire in his belly, but when he sees the pitiful appearance of Xuewuchu, he really can't lift his anger! Afterwards, he immediately sent someone to check the details of Mr. Li, but the building was empty. The family disappeared cleanly. Only then did he understand that he set up a set for Lian Baitang, and Lian Baitang also set up a set for himself!

The prince reluctantly wiped Xuewu's tears and said, "This idea was originally excellent. Who knows the cunning of practicing Bai Tang. Father, we can't let him go! ”

King Han squinted his eyes and was silent.

Xuewu wants to atone for his sins. He said softly, "Father." No one is perfect, but there are always weaknesses. ”

King Han raised his eyebrows and asked, "Let's talk about it, where do you think Lian Baitang's biggest weakness is?" ”

Shizi said to himself: "Lian Baitang's weakness? Is it his useless mother? Or a girl to be married? Pouted, "It can't be Xu San, right?" ”

Xue Wu shook her head: "Definitely." Shizi thinks about it, when did Lian Baitang become famous? Why did he suddenly change his temperament and become so talented? ”

Shizi said in a daze: "Didn't you say that he worshipped the famous teacher Xu Danling?" ”

Xue Wu looked at King Han with a smile: "I heard that there is no trace of this person at all." As if he had never existed. ”

King Han bowed silently. I don't know how many people and horses have walked all over the famous mountains and rivers, and finally returned in vain.

Shizi hesitated: "Mo is not a pseudonym?" ”

"Shizi. Even if it's a pseudonym, it should always leave a trace. For example, where did he live in Nanjing? Is there a servant or not? He can't eat out every day, at least he has to hire a cook, right? The carriage that goes out, the clothes on the body, everything can make a splendid article. Xue Wu stared at King Han, "If you can't even find these clues—"

Seeing that her delicate smile was a little smug, Shizi was very cute, and couldn't help asking, "What did you think of?" ”

Xue Wu raised the teacup in a very beautiful posture and sniffed the fragrance of Lan Xue: "Lian Baitang once said that 'Lan Xue' tea was made by his master. As soon as Lanxue came out, the tea farmers and tea merchants in the Jiangjian area benefited greatly. Also, he never left Nanjing, but sang a hypnotic song in Wu at the wedding of Wei Guogong. ”

The prince suddenly realized: "His master must be a person from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Wudi!" ”

"Not bad." King Han sneered, "However, our people have also searched the mountains and lakes of Wu Land, but they have not found any masters who are excellent in calligraphy and painting, and who are also good at engraving and making tea." ”

Xue Wu said unhurriedly: "Therefore, this Xu Danling is his biggest weakness." ”

King Han's father and son were a little dazed for a while: How do you say this?

Xuewu also didn't sell Guanzi: "Two possibilities." First, Xu Danling has no one else, he is making up and fooling the world. ”

"But where does his ability come from?"

"So there is another possibility, the true identity of this master is not visible." Xue Wu smiled, "Father thinks, who is more suitable?" ”

King Han had a thrill in his heart: Clever plan!

Hubei, Jingjiang.

Compared with the Yellow River, which is wrapped in rolling mudflows, terrified the world, and caused countless emperors to have a headache for a lifetime, the rolling Yangtze River with the same name as it also left a sentence of blood and tears in the Jingjiang River: Thousands of miles of the Yangtze River, the danger is in the Jingjiang River.

Duan Minglou wiped the sweat from his forehead with the coarse cloth hanging around his neck, and stepped on the field with a basket from a muddy field.

"Daddy, Daddy!" The five-year-old baby put down the branch in her hand and ran to him quickly, "What did you catch?" ”

Touching the top of his son's hair lovingly, Duan Minglou smiled and said, "I caught a few loaches, and there is a big king." Tomorrow night, I will cook soup for you and your mother. ”

He checked a few lines of poetry that his son had written on the ground, nodded and praised, "Not bad." ”

Although he had a smile on his face, he could not hide his sorrow between his eyebrows. He thought that he had just climbed to the high place, looking at the waterway below with nine bends and eighteen bends, and the turbulent river seemed to be about to jump up and rampage—this year's flood season of the Yangtze River was just around the corner!

Duan Xiaozhou excitedly took his father's hand and rushed home. The village is already full of smoke, calling dogs one after another, and the sunset is a lively and vivid rural picture.

The father and son pushed open the wooden door, inside was a well-kept square yard, and the left hand was a chicken pen. On the right-hand side, against the wall, a small patch was planted with rows of verdant shallots and a few mint plants. Although the three-room house is not large, it is made of green bricks and covered with black tiles, which is a rare good house in the village.

His mother-in-law, Lu Shi, greeted him with a smile: "Ming Lou, come back!" The chicken broth is ready. Jiaojiao has already eaten and is breastfeeding her child! ”

Ming Lou handed her the basket and said, "Tomorrow I will cook loach soup for Jiaojiao." There is also a big turtle, you and your father stewed to replenish the body. ”

Lu Shi praised happily: "Minglou is amazing!" He took Xiao Zhou's loving words again, "Let's go, wash your hands and eat." ”

Ming Lou went into the house to greet his father-in-law, washed his hands and changed his clothes, but went into the house to see his mother and his new daughter.

"My love is soft!" He stared at his daughter sucking his wife's milk with full joy, his ruddy and round little face, so fat that his nose was flat!

Minglou's wife is the only daughter of her mother-in-law's family, and when she was born, her father hugged her and called her a delicate call, and her name was simply taken Jiaojiao.

Duan Minglou is a foreigner who moved here with his clan more than ten years ago. Because he is smart, capable, willing to endure hardships, and can write and calculate, the Zhou family relies on their daughter's beauty and beauty, and his family is also wealthy. I want to recruit him as a son-in-law.

The Duan family naturally objected. More than 10 years ago, when they first arrived in Lan County, their clothes were shabby and their faces were weathered. I didn't even have much luggage, but I had five or six suitcases full of books! That was the most precious treasure of the Duan family. It was also through these books that the Duan family was highly respected in the local area - Zhoujia Village defeated five or six villages before the Duan family settled down. How can such a family agree to their own children?

Duan Minglou didn't say anything, and only relied on his own skills to make a fortune and build a green brick house in the village. As a result, the Zhou family and his wife immediately changed their minds: since Ming Lou is a capable person, why should he delay his future? It was the scenery that married his daughter to him.

Ming Lou was grateful for the affection of his parents-in-law and named his eldest son Duan Xiaozhou. If Yan Ming has another son in the future, he will be surnamed Zhou and continue the incense of the Zhou family.

I don't want this baby to give birth to a daughter.

Lu and Old Man Zhou were still afraid that their son-in-law would be unhappy, but they didn't expect Minglou to be more attentive to his daughter than to his son, and he didn't know how much ink was wasted before he named Airou, from "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves Qingrou". Every day when he comes back, he must hug his daughter before he is willing to let go, and every night he gets up at night to change Airou's diapers. It is better than the momentum of Old Man Zhou's pampering Jiaojiao back then. The couple was relieved.

After dinner, the parents-in-law took Xiao Zhou back to their own yard next door to rest. Minglou burned his feet and was about to fall asleep, but Jiaojiao said to him: "Minglou." This evening, your uncle sent another letter. I'll put it on your desk. ”

Minglou's smile froze. Not again?

He sat down in front of the simple bookcase, and on a thin, yellow-brown envelope, there was a handsome line: Wu'er Minglou personally opened.

Wu'er?

The corners of Ming Lou's mouth crossed the channel with a cold smile. Without thinking about it, the envelope lit the candle.

Jiaojiao couldn't help but say: "Minglou - after so many years, you just take a look, what is the defense?" ”

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