Zhang Yuan walked out of the "Matsuma Moon", and the depression in his heart was not alleviated, but became heavier.

The bustling scene of people coming and going on the busy streets gave him a strange feeling, as if these scenes in front of him were just a pile of mud and sand, and once the big wave came, it was the time when all of them were turned into chiseled powder!

Waves...... Waves...... What exactly is a big wave?

"You, unhappy?" a white shadow followed him from behind at some point, walking side by side with him.

Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know where to start.

Su Hanyue still didn't give up, and said, "Is it because the girl in the brothel didn't serve you well?" Or, she's not beautiful?"

Zhang Yuan's throat was blocked, and he didn't know how to answer, so he had to glare at the girl strangely.

"Isn't it?" she asked.

What a Su Hanyue! has always been cold and self-controlled, and does not eat the fireworks of the world, why is he so persistent today?

Zhang Yuan paused and stared at the other party speechlessly, but saw that the girl still looked persevering, and a heart that was gradually mellow and flawless couldn't help but feel powerless.

"I said the girls were pink skeletons, and they kicked me out. ”

Is this an explanation?

Su Hanyue blinked, nodded, seemed to agree, and said, "That's right, beauty, it's floating clouds, beauties, and skeletons." ”

Aren't you yourself a cloud and a skeleton?

Perhaps, she has never cared about her appearance, nor has she ever regarded herself as a beauty.

Zhang Yuan stopped talking, buried his head and walked forward, carefully sorting out the messy and disordered memories in his mind.

For some reason, he was faintly irritable and uneasy about the future, feeling that he was always waiting for something, both eager and a little afraid.

A cool soft qi suddenly grabbed Zhang Yuan's right hand, and a colder true qi was slowly injected into his body along the palm of his hand, and the faintly restless true qi in the meridians around his body was soothed, making him feel much calmer.

Zhang Yuan nodded at the girl, and both hands were released at the same time.

It's not ambiguous, it's just that he saw his discomfort and helped.

At this time, Su Hanyue seemed to have something to say, and suddenly three people came out of the crowd and walked quickly towards Zhang Yuan.

But it was Dong Ju, the maid of Xiangguo's Mansion, who somehow came to look for him with two nursing homes, and it didn't look like he was going to do it.

Dong Ju first glared at the veiled Su Hanyue with disdain, thinking that she was Matsumayue's girl, and secretly scolded "sassy hooves", and then reluctantly squeezed out a flattering smile: "Fourth son, the master summoned you at home, saying that there is something important to talk about." ”

"Oh, what is the matter with Lord Xiangguo summoning me?" Zhang Yuan's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear his joy or anger, but his words were alienated.

Dong Ju endured his anger and said: "Lord Xiangguo only said, 'Flesh and blood, analysis is not different', let the fourth prince go back to see each other." ”

The one who analyzes is the meaning of separation, and the one who is special means the meaning of severance.

Flesh and blood, inseparable and endless, is this what it means to retell humanity with him?

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan's eyes drooped, as if he was touched.

But then, a piece of the past immediately surged in my heart. It was his naïve childhood, his mother was severely beaten by Sima, and he was sick in bed for a long time without treatment, and he himself was often played and bullied by Sima's three siblings, leaving him scarred.

But despite this, there was still a hope buried in his heart, a hope from his father.

He worked the road he often went in and out of, and finally one day he stayed with his father, who had retired from the dynasty and returned home, and then, with the mood of suing and avenging, told the plight of their mother and son, but in exchange for unexpected indifference and ignorance, and then he was beaten more severely.

Since that day, he has been completely disappointed in Zhang Wenshan.

Thinking of this past, Zhang Yuan smiled coldly, his heart was as cold as iron, and he raised his legs and left.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Dong Ju was in a hurry, so he came up with a follow-up response, and followed behind and said quickly: "Xiangguo said, the dignified people live in the Buddhist temple for a long time, this is not like that, if the fourth prince insists on this, Xiangguo has no choice but to abolish your fame, and send soldiers to the Shengsi Temple, and tear down all the temples inside." ”

Zhang Yuan's footsteps were paused, and there was already a rare anger in his chest.

Fame and fame are nothing more than floating clouds in his opinion. If it weren't for the inexplicable premonition, I felt that the future might be very useful, and it would not be uncommon for him to be given a first-class background.

But threatening the Buddhist temple really embarrassed him. If he were a stranger, he would not want to take advantage of him if he demolished a hundred temples or even killed a hundred monks!

But Fang Yuan was kind to him, a person who didn't know what to care about since he was a child, and the little kindness of others made him remember it in his heart.

Okay, okay, what if you go on this journey, no matter what kind of sneaky tricks you have, I will cut it with a sword!

......

Inside the Prime Minister's House.

"Master, fortunately, Zhang Yuan didn't get into the top 100, if we enter the palace exam and get the Jinshi background, we will be passive in the future. Mrs. Sima said.

"It's very passive now!" Zhang Wenshan said coldly: "Wang Chongyang's old boy is pervasive, and he drills when he sees a crack, although Zhang Yuan did not enter the top 100, he still entered his Minglu banquet!"

Mrs. Sima was taken aback and said angrily: "What does that old man want to do?

Most of the scholars in the Minglu banquet will be promoted by Wang Chongyang, even if they are not from Jinshi, he will try his best to put them in an important position, and this person has the emperor's approval and endorsement behind him.

Zhang Wenshan shook his head slightly, with a chill in his eyes: "If it's just ugly, it doesn't matter if you lose face." You don't want to think about how many branches of the family have been turned upside down in the past hundred years?"

Sima Shi was stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt a little chill in his heart.

The branches are the branches, the branches are the side lines, and the stems are the main family. For more than 100 years, as long as the heir of that family is unvirtuous and easy to handle, the royal family will try to support a concubine who can control it, and then gradually replace it, so that this family has completely become a vassal of the royal family.

Zhang Wenshan said with some meaning: "If the old man is alive, naturally there is no need to worry about such a thing happening, but if it is in the future...... Who's to tell?"

The eldest son, Zhang Xuan, is smart and smart, but lacks courage and foresight at critical moments.

The second son, Zhang Wei, is brave and brave, and he is a good hand at leading the army, but he is not suitable for standing in the court.

"Now the plan, the only way is to appease, to be recalled to the house, to lure him with beauty, you should also be patient, let him stay in the Xiangguo Mansion in peace, if he is loyal and diligent in the future, he might as well give him an errand, if he still does not accept ....... ”

Speaking of this, his face fell, and Sen Ran said: "Then don't blame the old man for killing his relatives righteously!"

At this moment, a servant hurried into the hall.

"Master, the fourth prince is outside the door. ”

"Let him in. Zhang Wenshan commanded lightly, and then watched his concubine slowly walk in from outside the door.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but this concubine has changed a lot. That figure, bearing, eyes and steps are like a peerless sword hidden in the sheath, it seems that the slightest flick will provoke the sword out of the sheath, and the blood will be splashed in five steps, killing the world to a piece of pickaxe.

Didn't he go to practice Buddhism?

Bastard!How do you become less like a son of man the more you cultivate!!

PS: The extraordinary content of this book will slowly ferment, and it will not jump to a high level all at once, I believe that there are enough books that you can see as soon as they appear to cultivate the heavens and the earth. In addition, as the protagonist of rebirth, it feels a little unorthodox now, after all, the memory has not been restored, hehe. Settle down and read on. In addition, ask for recommendations, collections, and book lists!