On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the northern New Year, every household of the people sacrificed stoves to sweep the dust, cut window flowers, and buy New Year's goods, and some children could not hold back and ran to the street to set off firecrackers.

Whether it is a rich and noble family in a deep house compound or a flat-headed common person with a small family, they will always have a few years on this day.

Nanyang Mansion belongs to the north, there should be a lively atmosphere is not bad at all, the royal authority as the prince, there are dozens of people in the house, the pomp of the small year is naturally indispensable, early in the morning the house began to be busy, as the head of the family of the royal authority, but it seems a little lonely and lonely.

Ten years ago, when I first entered the threshold of the twentieth month of the lunar month, the children at home were already making a fuss on the streets.

At that time, Qianshan was five years old, and Qianying was only ten years old, and Wang Quanquan held one shoulder and carried another one, and every time he bought a lot of fireworks and firecrackers, as for Yan Rongrong's repeated instructions for new clothes and New Year's goods, the father and son completely left it behind.

It's just that as the two children grew up, this simple happiness finally disappeared.

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Wang Qianying is now in her twenties, and she spends more time outside than at home, and she goes to the fireworks place with her friends every once in a while.

Qianying five years ago was not like this, unlike his younger brother who shouted all day long, he loved to read since he was a child, and with his good talent, he became a well-known talent at the age of fifteen.

At that time, Wang Qianying was not as gentlemanly as he is now, he blushed when he talked to young women on weekdays, and the matchmaker arranged at home could also avoid it, and he always had the sister who played with him as a child.

It's a pity that creation makes people, the woman he likes has always regarded him as a younger brother, Zhang Qianyue finally married a fellow brother when she was twenty years old, and since then Wang Qianying's behavior has gradually become wild and uninhibited, often nostalgic for fireworks and willow lane, and no longer the thin-faced scholar of the year.

Fortunately, his homework has never been left behind, and his drunken poems are a little more verve than before, and the king knows that he is bitter in his heart, so he does not interfere much.

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Compared with Wang Qianying, Qianshan, as a younger brother, has not let the king worry since he was a child, and he can only be said to be so-so in terms of reading, but he is extremely brave in fighting outside, and his personality is very similar to his fifth uncle who guards the frontier.

Wang Quanquan broke several bamboo poles for this, but this child was like a stubborn donkey, the more he beaten, the less he took him as a father, and finally Wang Quanquan simply didn't care, anyway, he didn't plan to let this little rabbit inherit the family business.

Although he is very bastard at home, the young man is very dedicated to the daughter of the Pan family, and it is not a small early in the morning, and before the watchdog in the house gets up, he has already gone out to find Sister Pan.

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The two are similar in age, they have grown up together since they were children, they are undoubtedly childhood sweethearts, and the two families have always turned a blind eye to the relationship between the two children.

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Seeing that the two sons didn't have the heart to go out to buy firecrackers with him, Wang Quanquan could only sigh and shake his head like an ordinary middle-aged man, although he looked like he was forty or fifty years old, but the life of a cultivator was long, if he wasn't afraid of being too shocking, he could always maintain his early twenties.

It was really boring to stay in the house, so Wang Quanquan went out and walked towards the theater.

Fifteen years later, the theater has been completely renewed, the scale is twice as large as the original, not to mention the number of people has expanded to more than ten people, and the corner of the stage is still Kun Ban, but the three girls have long been married to women, and now the performers on stage are all apprentices and grandchildren.

Wang Quanquan is also an old patron of the theater, as soon as he entered the door, he greeted him from afar, and after a few words of greeting, he led him to the private room on the second floor, sat down near the railing, and was performing Farewell My Concubine on stage.

"The eight thousand children are all scattered, and the Wujiang River is lonely, and I am ashamed of the fathers and elders in Jiangdong, and I hate it for the death of the sky."

On the stage, King Xiang was angry at himself, and after singing a song, the entire theater immediately reverberated with cheers.

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Soon after the show, there was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged beautiful woman under forty pushed the door in, who was the owner of the theater with the stage name "Dieyi".

"Lord Wang, I haven't come for a day." The woman is familiar with the road.

Wang Quanquan smiled, "I went out on a long trip before, and I came back with a bunch of things to deal with, and now I am catching up with the New Year, it is the time to be busy, and today I finally made time." ”

"Oh? That little woman wants to wish the prince a lot of money. ”

"Haha, the girl in the butterfly is the same, the business is booming."

"Borrowing the good words of the son, the slave family has something to do, and the hospitality is not good."

"The girl in the butterfly clothes is going to be busy."

The two briefly exchanged politeness, and the woman said goodbye and left. The two of them don't know each other, when the woman was deceived by the king's power to go to the capital, she saw the rumored Lu Xiaoxian, and was shocked all of a sudden.

The woman is also a free and easy person, and she did not give birth to jealousy, but in a few words she became familiar with Lu Xiaoxian, who was also a person in the pear garden, and returned to Zhongzhou to set up a theater after staying in the capital for a few years.

Wang Quanquan also learned later that it turned out that this girl with an outstanding temperament who did not look like an actor was surnamed Liu, and she was the sister of the Liu Governor's Mansion that she saw when she first arrived in Nanyang Mansion that day.

The dignified sister actually went to do a show up to make people laugh, no matter how you look at it, it is a misfortune for the family, and the woman knows that she has no family style, so she simply hid her surname and only called herself by her stage name.

After living in Nanyang Mansion for so many years, Dieyi has long known the identity of the king's authority, and when she first heard about it, she was worried for a long time, for fear that the other party would anger her brother because of herself.

Later, the two gradually got acquainted with each other, only to find that this concern was too redundant, although this prince was frighteningly noble, but he didn't have a shelf at all on weekdays, and sometimes he even had no skin and no face, like a scoundrel on the street outside.

Wang Quanquan naturally didn't know that his image in the other party's heart was so unbearable, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

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Wang Quanquan leaned against the window, picked up a rare citrus in the cold winter wax moon, peeled off a petal and stuffed it into his mouth, the traffic outside the window was busy, and it was very lively, looking at this scene, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but speak:

"Today's dynasty can be regarded as the peace of the country and the people."

After that, he turned his head to look at the extra figures in the room, and said calmly:

"What's the matter?"

The man who came was a man in his fifties, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and looked no different from an ordinary farmer, if it weren't for the hideous scar on his face, he would be a thoughtful-looking person.

The man knelt on one knee and said in a muffled voice:

"Lord Wang, Your Majesty is critically ill, and I decreed that the Lord should return to Beijing as soon as possible."

Wang Quanquan frowned slightly, his right hand pinched in his sleeve a few times, and after a while, he waved his hand and said:

"Got it."

After the figure disappeared, Wang Quanquan sighed and muttered to himself:

"Can't you survive the New Year?"

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