Until Zhang Xun made the long history of Xiangyang, he originally wanted to invite Mr. Qingtian to come out, but Mr. Qingtian refused to go to Xiangyang to find him, but only asserted that Xiangyang was not finished, and advised him to be more careful.

Later, Zhang Xun was promoted to the governor of Jingzhou, and asked him to go out of the mountain again, although Mr. Qingtian still rejected him on the grounds of age, but he received Zhang Xun's kindness, got rid of Dayong's business registration, entered Jingzhou's civil registration, moved to a small village in the north of Jiangling City, and lived the idyllic life he had always longed for.

Zhang Xun said to Lan Jing'an with some apprehension: "Qingtian has his own set of rules for acting and doing things, if he angers the great secretary, please forgive the great secretary." Lan Jing'an nodded: "Please rest assured, sir." Mr. Qingtian has been fighting for the country for a long time, and he should not exceed the rules. After speaking, she asked curiously, "Does he live there with his family?" ”

Zhang Xun shook his head: "His wife died early and he only had one son." He did not remarry or have a concubine. At the beginning of the great disaster in Qianguo, his parents and son somehow offended Zhao Hu's fierce generals, and even his wife and children were killed. So since then, Qingtian has been alone. Now there is only one child to take care of him. His fields were rented to the villagers, who fed him and paid for him, and he didn't ask for the rest of the harvest. ”

Lan Jing'an was a little surprised, this Mr. Qingtian's life is really ups and downs. She sighed, lifted the curtain again, and looked out. Now is the harvest season, the corn is golden, and it is very beautiful. She saw a peaceful scene outside Jiangling City, and couldn't help but praise Zhang Xun: "Zhang Changshi, thanks to you, this Jiangling has only been prosperous for a year or two, and it has become rich again." ”

Zhang Xun stroked his beard and smiled modestly: "As long as there is no disturbance of war and no corrupt officials, the land has its own income, and the people have their own peace." This is not the work of the lower officials. ”

Lan Jing'an smiled and didn't speak, she just knew Zhang Xun's ability in her heart. When she saw that she had reached the outskirts, she stopped the carriage, unloaded a horse from the carriage, and rode forward with Biluan. Zhang Xun knows that she is a person who is good at bowing horses, and I am afraid that it is really boring to be locked up in this paragraph, so it is good to live like this, and I will not stop it.

And Bi Luan was a little nervous in her heart, this was the first time Lan Jing'an had ridden a horse after her legs were up, she was afraid that Lan Jing'an's legs were not strong enough and she couldn't clamp the horse's belly, but when she saw Lan Jing'an sitting firmly on the horse, she gradually relaxed. Just rode slowly with her and the two of them, and did not ride the horse.

Lan Jing'an's body was silent for a while, and after turning over and getting on the horse, he felt alive in an instant. A shallow smile escaped from Lan Jing'an's lips, her world really did not belong to the quiet deep palace apse.

It was his confidant who drove Zhang Xun to the car, and it was Lan Jing'an who was selected in Xiangyang and sent to protect Zhang Xun. He hadn't seen the Great Priest for a year. Today, seeing that she is still vigorous, she secretly cheers for the big secretary in her heart.

When the four of them arrived at Mr. Qingtian's apartment, they saw a small stream separating the woods on the other side of the field. In the stream, ducks and geese pass freely. A small bridge made of several wooden planks is on the front side of the thatched house, and a green willow is swaying in the wind. Lan Jing'an couldn't help sighing: "What a pastoral and relaxing place." ”

Zhang Xun took the four of them to the front of the chaimen, only to see the chaimen ajar, a big dog lying in front of the thatched house, and a boy feeding chickens in the yard. Zhang Xun greeted the little boy and said, "Ziqing, is Mr. Qingtian at home?" This twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy named Ziqing looked up and saw that it was Zhang Xun, revealing a smiling face: "Mr. is not here, I went to the village today." ”

Then he directly opened the firewood door for Zhang Xun and asked Zhang Xun to go into the thatched house to rest: "You go in and wait." I don't know when I'll be able to come back. Zhang Xun nodded, and was about to take Lan Jing'an inside. But this little boy named Ziqing stretched out his hand and stopped Lan Jing'an: "Who are you?" Our husband did not see any outsiders. ”

Lan Jing'an didn't think it was a pestle, and said with a smile: "I am a disciple of Mr. Zhang, and I am not a foreigner." Ziqing looked at her and pouted: "You lie." Mr. Zhang has no female disciples. You're obviously a woman, I can hear it. ”

Lan Jing'an was stunned, this little boy really listened to Mr. Qingtian's words and was clever, very cute. Lan Jing'an rolled his eyes: "So, as long as I am a disciple of Mr. Zhang, I can go in?" Ziqing glanced at her proudly: "It's a pity that you're not." ”

Lan Jing'an smiled slyly at Ziqing: "You have a good look." Then he turned to Zhang Xun and bowed: "The teacher is above, please accept the disciple's worship." Zhang Xun said that he couldn't help it, and he half-sideways wanted to avoid it. Lan Jing'an refused to get up, and only said: "Sir, although the student is stupid, he is dedicated to learning, I wonder if Mr. can accept him as a disciple?" ”

Zhang Xun would say that he would not accept it, and hurriedly said: "The old man can be a teacher, and he is fortunate to have three lives." I want to collect it, I want to collect it. Then he solemnly underwent Lan Jing'an's ceremony.

Waiting for Lan Jing'an to straighten up after saluting, looking at Ziqing's stunned appearance, this time it was her turn to be triumphant. Ziqing looked at Lan Jing'an unconvinced, and said repeatedly: "You, you ,..." Lan Jing'an walked up to the boy who was already about the same height as himself, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "How am I?" You can't stop me now. ”

After speaking, he smiled, opened the door of the thatched house with his hand, and politely said to Zhang Xun: "Master, please first." Zhang Xun took the lead in entering the door with a smile, and Lan Jing'an also had to step into the door. But when he saw Ziqing shouting at the big dog at the door: "Ah Huang, don't lie on your stomach stupidly, but do something." ”

The yellow dog at the door obediently got up from the ground and began to bark at Lan Jing'an. Bi Luan was nervous and wanted to hit the dog, but Lan Jing'an shook her head at her. Lan Jing'an not only did not retreat, but walked in front of the big dog in a few steps and reached out to touch the dog's head. Zhang Xun was startled, for fear that the big dog would bite her. Even at this time, Ziqing extinguished Lan Jing'an's heart and hurriedly called his Ah Huang back.

Who knows, Lan Jing'an's hand was very fast, and she had already touched the dog's head all of a sudden, and she stared at the big dog's eyes while chanting words. With only a few strokes under her hand, Ah Huang stopped barking and obediently let her touch the short hair on her body.

And although Zhang Xun and the others were surprised, they all knew that the big priest was different from the horse, and they didn't feel so surprised to see that she easily quieted the big dog. But Ziqing never thought that his dog would one day be tamed by an outsider, and his face was shocked in disbelief. With her mouth wide open, she looked stupidly at this sister who was dressed as a man.

He pointed at Lan Jing'an in fright, and asked, "Are you a human or a demon?" Lan Jing'an was playful and smiled mischievously at him: "I am neither a human nor a demon, you have offended me, you have to be careful." Ziqing was still stunned, Lan Jing'an had already laughed and followed Zhang Xun into the thatched house.

Biluan and the coachman stayed in the yard. Ziqing was frightened by Lan Jing'an's words, and he was a little apprehensive about his beautiful sister, so he only cared about talking to the coachman, and this time he didn't even dare to look at Biluan. Bi Luan was secretly amused, and only walked around the yard at will, so as not to scare the child.