"If Wen Ruo likes it, I'll give this cat to you!"

Fan Dazhi grinned, stood up and rubbed his empty stomach.

"The two of you live in the courtyard, and with a cat with you, you can also relieve your boredom, and I won't take people's love." Ding Wenruo shook his head, finished speaking softly, and glanced at He An.

While a few people were talking, the old butler outside the door came to report that the kitchen meal was ready and ready for a feast.

In the front hall of Dingfu, the big table of pear blossom wood is full of dishes, the dishes are exquisite, although the amount is not large, but the presentation is very particular, because there are guests, the meals are much more abundant than before.

The golden and oily bucket chicken, cut and piled up in a lace porcelain plate, with a few slices of verdant bamboo shoots and melons dotted with a red cherry in the middle, makes people look at the appetite.

The oval golden silk pumpkin, steamed soft and glutinous, is served in a snow-white porcelain plate, Fan Dazhi feasted on it, ate half of it and found that there was something else in the pumpkin belly, a fat pigeon absorbed the fragrance of the pumpkin, sweet and salty, tender and delicious, and even the taste of the soup was wonderful.

The steamed mandarin fish was cut into swallow-shaped, thin fish fillets like cicada wings, accompanied by the secret cooking oil of the chef of Dingfu, and after only one bite, Fan Dazhi suddenly had an urge to cry, so delicious, even if he cut his tongue at the moment, he was willing.

The dishes of Dingfu are really delicious, even if a plate of dried radish, with Shudi bacon and dried peppers, it is also a general taste.

Some seasonal vegetables such as radish, pumpkin, and weeds on the table are all home-grown in the vegetable garden, Ding Feiyong said, and warmly beckoned the two to taste it.

He An was a little restrained, just sandwiched a few dishes in front of him to eat, Fan Dazhi was already hungry, and he couldn't take care of so much, the one he ate was elated, luscious and mellow, and he forgot his mouth, He An's foot kicked him twice under the table, and then he reined in.

Ding Wenruo adhered to the family motto of "food is not spoken, sleep is silent", and silently lowered his head and pulled the rice grains in the bowl.

Ding Feiyong was in a good mood tonight, and frequently raised his glass to invite He An to drink, and after a while, a pot of aged Du Kang had bottomed out.

Ding Wenruo saw that He An's face was slightly red, put down the delicate small bowl in his hand, combed his sideburns, glared at his father with disgust, and said, "You have to go to class tomorrow morning, you let the family accompany you to get drunk...... If you are delayed, you will be reprimanded by the teacher! ”

Ding Feiyong stroked his beard and smiled, drank a glass of wine by himself, and no longer forced He An.

He glanced at it, but found that when his daughter secretly looked at He An, her eyes were fluttering, and her cheeks were slightly dizzy, as if she was full of admiration.

Ding Feiyong's heart moved, this He An Yunwen Yunwu will become a great weapon in the future. If her daughter is devoted to him, she will be happy to see it...... As long as Wen Ruo likes it, it would be a good thing to fulfill them...... He An, this kid, is indeed a good match for Wen Ruo!

Thinking of this, Ding Feiyong smiled, sandwiched a slice of fish, drank another glass of wine, and asked about the ages of He An and Fan Dazhi.

"The two students are the same age, and I am seventeen years old this year, and I am only a few months older than Dazhi."

He An answered the teacher's question, turned his head and saw that Fan Dazhi's face was covered with rice and vegetable juice, and he couldn't help but kick him lightly under the table.

"Oh...... It will be a few more years before it reaches twenty, and when the time comes, I will preside over the two of you, okay? ”

Ding Feiyong poured a glass of wine and looked at He An with a smile.

Ding Wenruo was secretly happy in his heart when he was listening to the test, and when the men of the Great Chen Empire were twenty, they would have to perform a coming-of-age ceremony for crowning in the family temple, and the crown ceremony would usually be presided over by the elders of the family or by a famous person.

When Ding Feiyong said this, he regarded He An and his nephews as his sons, nephews, and descendants.

He An was a little flattered, and together with Fan Dazhi, he toasted Ding Feiyong and thanked him.

There are two arm-thick candles burning on the lampstand, the hall is as bright as day, the shadows of the trees on the window paper are reflected, the cold wind is outside, but the hall is warm as spring, and the guests and hosts of this dinner are happy.

Fan Dazhi stroked his swollen belly, and there was a low "meow" sound in his arms, the little black cat woke up, and Fan Dazhi's arms were extremely warm, it stretched lazily, poked out its little head, and looked at everyone curiously.

Ding Wenruo picked up a piece of bone-in fish meat and put it on the ground, the kitten jumped from Fan Dazhi's arms when he saw this, rolled over furry, looked down and sniffed, sneezed, looked up at He An, and called "meow meow".

Wen Ruo was surprised, picked up a piece of chicken and put it on the ground, the little black cat rolled over slowly, only lowered his head and sniffed, turned around and ran to He An's feet, screaming "meow meow" in his mouth, stretched out a small paw to pull He An's trouser leg, that cute look, so that Ding Wenruo couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like it's hungry, Xiao An, give it some more bamboo leaves!"

Fan Dazhi picked up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, the fatty and mellow juice stimulated his taste buds, and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.

"Cats actually eat bamboo leaves?" Ding Wenruo was more and more surprised.

He An put down his chopsticks, shook his sleeves, and was about to take out the bamboo leaves in his sleeves, when the little black cat screamed happily, and couldn't wait to jump on his knees and get into his sleeves.

He An was startled, afraid of knocking over the cups and plates on the table, with his feet exerting force, his back against the back of the chair, and even the chair moved back a few inches, reaching out to grab the kitten in his sleeve.

It's just that in an instant, the little black cat has pouted its ass and drilled deep into its sleeve, He An's face was slightly embarrassed, and he reached out to grab it, but he didn't expect this naughty little guy to run along his arm, and suddenly struggled, and actually stretched He An's shirt, rushed out of his chest, and took out two pieces of paper in He An's arms, flying in the air.

He An was stunned, and for a moment, he leaned over and picked up the paper that fell to the ground, but it was the one hundred taels of silver tickets.

Another piece of folded tissue paper slowly unfolded in the air and fell to the plate on the table, Ding Feiyong's eyes were quick, he stretched out two fingers and held them in his hands.

I saw that the paper was stained with ink, two lines of small characters were written, the font was strong and timeless, and the strength penetrated the back of the paper, Ding Feiyong couldn't help but look at it carefully with curiosity.

"The gentleman leopard has changed, and his Wen Wei is also! …… Well, this looks like Lu Shi's handwriting! ”

Ding Feiyong smiled lightly and returned the piece of paper to He An, who used to teach in Zhixing Academy, was very familiar with Lu Zhengqing's calligraphy, and also respected this upright and honest elder very much.

"The teacher's eyes are like torches, it is Master Lu who gave the student this small character!"

He An's face was a little confused, he sorted out his clothes, and turned his head to look at the little black cat, this little guy seemed to know that he had just been in trouble, and hid in Fan Dazhi's arms and did not come out again.

"The gentleman leopard has changed, and so has his Wenwei...... Not bad! Master Lu sent you these words, which won my heart, and it should be a big white! ”

Ding Feiyong picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all.

He An saw that it was getting late, got up to thank the teacher and say goodbye, Fan Dazhi reluctantly dropped the chicken butt that had gnawed most of it, and also stood up......

"Father seems to be in high spirits today, I haven't drunk so much wine for a long time!"

Ding Wenruo helped his subordinates clean up the dishes, and glanced at Ding Feiyong with a pair of wonderful eyes, with a faint smile on his face.

Ding Feiyong sent He An and the others away, stood at the door with some alcohol, and said softly with a smile: "It's not early, Wen Ruo rests early, go to see your grandfather for your father, and dissipate the wine by the way."

After speaking, Ding Feiyong turned around and walked to the back house, and slowly paced to his father Ding Fengyuan's residence.

The wind was bitterly cold at night, and the back house of Dingfu was silent, with a crescent moon hanging on the bare treetops, and occasionally a few owls chirping.

Ding Feiyong gently pushed open the door, a strong smell of medicine came to the room, and under the dim light, a maid sat on a stool and dozed off, and Ding Fengyuan on the couch next to him was sleeping deeply.

The maid noticed that someone was coming in, and suddenly woke up, Ding Feiyong waved his hand to her, and said in a low voice: "Go down and rest, be alert at night, if the old man has any discomfort, call me at any time."

The maid did as she said and exited the door lightly.

Ding Fengyuan's breathing was heavy, sometimes making a low dream, his cheeks were unusually flushed, his eye sockets were deep, and his scattered white hair looked extremely old.

Ding Feiyong looked at his sleeping father on the couch, sighed, a touch of melancholy appeared on his face, he leaned over and tugged at the corner of the quilt, and walked out of the room gently.

Ding Feiyong walked into the study, lit the candle on the desk, made a strong tea, his eyes fell on the delicate long box, and opened it casually.

I saw that the box was covered with red silk, and a brand-new brush was shining under the lamp, Ding Feiyong was stunned, and his face changed color.

Picking up the brush with trembling fingers and looking at the barrel of the pen with purple light in the black, Ding Feiyong was extremely shocked in his heart, and suddenly woke up.

Zhixingyuan values He An so much? Wei Zhilin actually gave He An a branch of the "Purple Thunder Bamboo", which has always been regarded as a treasure?

I remember that three years ago, my father's 70th birthday, the Manchu Dynasty gave many gifts, and even His Majesty the Emperor also rewarded 1,000 taels of gold and 10,000 brocades, but my father couldn't put down the brush given by the national teacher.

That brush is the pen made of "purple thunder bamboo", which is used to write to stabilize the mind, the pen is as good as people want, and the five elements of aura contained in it can nourish the viscera and have the magical effect of prolonging life.

It's just a pity that on the winter night of that year, my father's study accidentally caught fire, and although it was extinguished in time, many calligraphy, paintings, and classics were still burned to ashes, and the brush disappeared with it, and my father has been depressed and unhappy about it.

It is said that this "purple thunder bamboo" is the national teacher does not know where to get, originally the whole body is red and purple, even in the cold winter, the leaves do not wither, very peculiar.

However, in the summer of a certain year, in the rainy night of lightning and thunder, the purple bamboo was actually split by thunder and lightning, the head of the Zhixing Academy was heartbroken, and collected morning dew for irrigation every day, nourished by the five elements of soil essence, I don't know if this sincerity touched the heavens, the purple bamboo that had already died, and sent out another branch in the spring, but it became black with purple, more miraculous, and the name of "Purple Thunder Bamboo" also came from this.

When the brush was lost, my father has always been haunted by it, and I can't think of it...... Unexpectedly, He An actually sent a "Purple Thunder Bamboo" today, and this pole is beautiful and straight, and it is as warm as jade in the hand, which is better than the one back then!

"If Daddy sees this longing baby lost, maybe he will be happy and his condition will improve greatly!"

Ding Feiyong thought of this, and his heart was agitated.