"The lower officials don't dare." Wen Xingchu lowered his posture.

Ning Yuchu reined in his momentum, and smiled again: "Then chat with my master and relieve my boredom." ”

Wen Xingchu lowered his eyebrows: "I don't know what the prince wants to talk about?" ”

Ning Yuchu thought for a while, and said in a casual tone: "Just tell the master what you have to eat, fun, the mountains are clear, and the water is beautiful." ”

Wen Xingchu answered, and really chatted with him in detail.

Although Wen Xingchu's voice is not as round as the words of the people in Dijing, it has a beautiful forest spring rhyme in the south of the Yangtze River, like the wind passing through the ears, which is very comfortable.

From humanities to geography, to customs, the expression is the same as always, and the voice is still calm.

An hour passed.

Wen Xingchu raised his eyebrows, and saw that Ning Yuchu had a cup of tea on his left hand and a plate of pastries on his right hand, so he was very comfortable.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Is this treating him as a storyteller in a teahouse?

Ning Yuchu noticed his gaze and asked empathetically, "Do you want Wen Shilang to have a plate?" ”

Wen Xingchu shook his head: "Xiaguan doesn't like sweets." ”

Ning Yuchu didn't force it, and chatted with him like a homely chat: "The Jiangnan you described is quite interesting, so you have been in Beijing for so many years, have you ever been back?" ”

Wen Xingchu shook his head again: "No, there is no one at home anymore, going back will only add sentimentality, and the official is busy with official business, and the lower officials have already regarded the imperial capital as their second homeland, so the mind of going back is even lighter." ”

Ning Yuchu nodded: "That's too, Jiangnan is suitable for retirement, and young people want to display their ambitions, and they have to belong to Dijing." ”

He played with the teacup and asked, "Wen Shilang just said that he has settled in the imperial capital, but what does it mean to start a family?" ”

Wen Xingchu smiled faintly: "Yes, Xia Guan married a wife six years ago. ”

Ning Yuchu sighed: "That's really a pity, looking at Wen Shilang's dignified appearance, he sat in the position of Shilang at a young age, he is a good seedling who is a fast son-in-law of the dragon, the master originally wanted to draw a red line for you, since you already have a wife's room, the master can only do it." ”

Wen Xingchu's face was slightly relaxed, and he smiled and said: "The prince has praised it falsely, and the lower officials can't afford such a reputation." ”

Ning Yuchu waved his hand: "Wen Shilang doesn't need to be so modest, after all, the palace will try to explore Hualang, and there will be one a year." ”

Wen Xingchu smiled, drank another cup of tea, and got up to say goodbye.

This time, Ning Yuchu did not keep him and allowed him to leave.

When Wen Xingchu came, he slowly walked out of the Liang Palace.

The spring breeze and smile on his face continued until he got into the carriage and disappeared.

His brows furrowed, he had no friendship with Ning Yuchu, and his behavior of leaving him to chat was a little suspicious, especially mentioning his family several times.

He would never believe that this man would try to match him.

He thought back to what he had just said, and he probably didn't say anything wrong.

Although Wen Xingchu is humble and gentlemanly on the surface, he is actually a suspicious person.

Others may not know, but he knows that Ning Yuchu has been in Jiangnan for three years.

He closed his eyes and traced the route from Dijing to Jiangnan Academy, and concluded that Ning Yuchu could not have passed through his hometown.

Maybe he's overthinking.

However, Wen Xingchu never expected that Ning Yuchu would encounter an ambush by wolves on the way, jump into the cliff, change the route, and not only entered his hometown, but also lived in his home by mistake.

Since Wen Xingchu left, Qingqiu felt that his master was a little silent.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

Ning Yuchu held his chin: "Qingqiu, do you know Chen Shimei's story?" ”

Qingqiu nodded: "I know, that scumbag Chen who abandoned his wife who mutilated the chaff and turned his head to marry the princess, master, why did you suddenly mention this person?" ”

Ning Yuchu's eyes turned cold: "Because the master may have met a living one." ”

Good night~

(End of chapter)