Ning Xi raised his eyebrows, according to the development of the original work, Wang Linzhang's life back in the Prime Minister's Mansion can be described as smooth.

Wang Zuo invited the famous Confucian to prepare for the imperial examination, the township examination, the meeting examination and then the palace examination, from Xiucai, Juren, Gongshi to Jinshi, upgrade and fight monsters, and it was so safe that it was not good.

In addition, my father is the prime minister, and after being admitted to the Jinshi, he smoothly entered the Hanlin Academy as an official, unlike other scholars with no background who were released as sesame petty officials, and began to crawl and roll around from the place.

In this life, because of the problem of his legs, the plot was completely disrupted.

At the beginning, Wang Linzhang felt strange when he was sent to Beizhuang, it was completely different from the previous life.

However, he didn't care if he didn't stay in the palace, after all, he didn't want to see the woman who would make his mother sad, and he didn't want to recognize any sister.

After staying in Bezhuang, his biological father kept his promise and immediately invited the most famous doctor in Beijing to come over for treatment.

The doctor sat in front of the hospital bed, brushed his beard all the time, and said hesitantly, "The leg bones are broken, and the old man is only forty percent sure." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Linzhang's whole face sank.

Forty percent?!

The township exam will start in August this year, and if you miss this township exam, you will have to wait for another three years!!

Over a three-year period, who knows how many variables there are?

The most terrible thing is that he is only forty percent sure, can his legs still be good?

You can't be in a wheelchair all your life and have someone to take care of you, right?

He didn't want to live a day of humiliation.

Wang Linzhang looked at the elegant decoration, and the subordinates were busy listening to his orders, and a gloomy atmosphere appeared in his heart.

At this time in his previous life, he had already studied with the famous Confucian in Beijing, and he would soon be appreciated by the Great Confucian, and even the high-ranking Xiangye admired him and was proud to have such a son.

But now, he can only read in the courtyard in a wheelchair, and he can't read it.

On the night the doctor left, his father came once.

"Zhang'er, how do you feel, can you get used to living here?" Wang Zuo sat down across from him and glanced at the book in his hand.

Wang Linzhang put down the book, although he was depressed, he would not annoy this person with a bitter face at this time.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm all right here, I'm already very happy if you can come and see me."

Wang Zuo saw that his son was so sensible, and he was also relieved in his heart.

"That's good, what do you need, remember to let the next person go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to spread the word."

Wang Linzhang nodded, "Dad, I have been reading books in Zhuangzi these days, and I have a lot of insights into several policies of the imperial court, such as the newly promulgated Fangtian Tax Law and the Qingmiao Law, I think."

Wang Zuo listened to his son talk about the method of enriching the country and strengthening the army, and his opinion was good, and he was greatly shocked in his heart.

Unexpectedly, his son, who was not as weak as the crown, had such talent.

Wang Linzhang said as he observed Wang Zuo's expression, and felt that the heat was almost over, so he put it to the end.

"Dad, these are some of my son's superficial opinions, I hope you don't laugh at them."

What he thought in his heart was that these opinions were all conclusions reached by those famous Confucians in the previous life after a long period of study, and he didn't believe that Prime Minister Wang was not shocked when he said it.

Obviously, he made the right move.

My father, who had an average attitude before, was much more enthusiastic after hearing his words.

"You read well, but the court is complicated, the most important thing for you now is to take care of your injuries, and when your injuries are healed, I will take you out for a walk for my father."

Wang Linzhang was not satisfied, and even a little disappointed, and wanted to mention the matter of worshipping the famous teacher, but was refused.

Just let him rest well, and let his subordinates pass on a message if he needs anything, and he can't come to see him every day because he is busy with affairs.

Wang Linzhang pursed his lips, raised his head, and looked at his biological father with a strong gaze, "Okay, remember to come to see me when my father is free." ”

When Wang Zuo saw his son like this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity in his heart, in the end, he was a blood relative.

When Wang Zuo left the courtyard, Wang Linzhang slammed his fist on the armrest of the wheelchair, his eyes full of resentment.

Before he went to the Beijing Division, he never thought that such a thing would happen.

He only thought that the famous doctor in Jingshi would soon be able to heal his leg injury, and then he would become famous in Jingshi and become the envy of the scholars in the city.

Unexpectedly, the doctor's sentence was only forty percent sure that his dream was completely shattered!

He was not reconciled!

When Liu Miaochang walked in, he saw his depressed face, and felt distressed.

After thinking about it, he had to find something else to divert his attention.

But in Jingshi, she was not familiar with life, and after thinking about it for a while, she thought of the little girl Ning from the neighbor's house in Yong'an City.

"Zhang'er, we've been in the capital for a while, and when we left, didn't we say that we would reply to Miss Ning when we arrived in the capital?"

"Why don't you reply to her now?" Don't worry anyone. ”

Her words succeeded in diverting Wang Linzhang's attention.

The first thing he thought of was that after being in Jingshi for so long, he hadn't even received a letter from that girl.

A puzzled look appeared on Wang Linzhang's face.

That girl has always liked to follow him, likes him so much that she is willing to give her life for him, how can she bear not to write to him?

Thinking of this, Wang Linzhang thought of only one reason.

That is, she had an accident and couldn't contact him, after all, she was dead at this time in the previous life.

He Shiyan, who lives under the same roof with her, is a powerful person, if his legs really can't stand up for the rest of his life, he has to start with He Shiyan and pull him into his camp.

"Mother, please go back to the study and get me some pen and ink."

"Okay, mother, let's go." Liu Miaochang had a smile on her face, she didn't want her son to be unhappy.

Ning Xi raised her eyebrows, and her gaze turned back from the light screen.

I don't know what crazy this male protagonist is.

It was not uncommon for her to receive letters from him.

Ning Xi buried her head and made another pot of soap, poured the extracted flower essential oil into it and stirred well, waiting for the process of cooling, the little white cat invited her to watch the gossip.

The vision of the light screen has shifted from Bezhuang to Xiangfu.

When Wang Zuo returned from Beizhuang, he already knew the condition of his son's legs, and he sat on the Taishi chair with a tired face, and was about to summon a maid to come over and pinch it, but his wife Li Zhen opened his mouth to sarcastically.

"I heard that your son can't walk with his legs in his life?"

Her tone was full of schadenfreude, Wang Zuo was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped the table, and the tea cup on the table fell and shattered.

"It's all your poisonous woman's fault."

"Blame me?" Li Zhen laughed, "If you didn't want to bring this bastard back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I would have made a move?" ”

"Xiangye, don't be angry, anyway, his legs are lame, and he can't participate in the imperial examination in this life, and it won't help the Prime Minister's Mansion. You might as well put more effort into choosing a good husband for our daughter, and I can help you then. ”

Wang Zuo didn't want to argue with her, so he pinched his eyebrows and fell silent.

The son's talent can't be wasted, hasn't the imperial doctor in the palace seen it yet?

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(End of chapter)