In the capital, Fan Wenshu, a young talent with an infinitely bright future, happened to be transferred to the county magistrate of Quanling County in the first generation of Jiangnan, and he asked for his order to take up the position of county magistrate of Quanling County.

As soon as this news came out, everyone in the capital was shocked and thought that Fan Wenshu was stupid?

Isn't it stupid for an official who has climbed all the way to the second grade to be a nine-grade sesame official?

They think that Fan Wenshu is probably a trouble?

But Na Cheng thought, a certain one and even the official document came down, and he really received the order, and the next day he went in a hurry and hurriedly.

On the day he set out from the capital, a letter was sent to Dengzhou, Fanfu.

A few days later, Dengzhou, Pham House.

Den.

When Master Fan saw the letter sent to him by his son, he angrily threw a teacup.

This is not a filial son, not a filial son~

Master Fan and Fan Wenshu are a little similar, they are also eight feet tall, and they are also handsome, and they look more calm on weekdays.

But at this time, he was so angry that he no longer had a calm bearing.

This unfilial son, he angrily dropped a teacup again.

What is the face of the Fan family, he has picked it up over the years and has held it up, so now he is going to pursue what he wants?

What do you want?

What does he want?

What does he know?

Old Man Fan angrily dropped another teacup, this unfilial son.

Quanling County, county government.

A catcher hurriedly passed by, and the new county lord who had arrived in the past two days was looking through the old years, and ordered them to carefully search for clues.

In the county office, a man in an official robe is sitting on the desk carefully flipping through the old cases, the new official has taken office three times, and he always has to do something for this Quanling County.

Then he stood up again, looked at the sky outside, and moved.

Let's see some more tonight, and tomorrow I will go to Luqiao Town to find Anyue.

That's what he thought.

He only came to this county office yesterday, and he was busy with a pair of miscellaneous things, and he dealt with some more today, just turning over some old cases to catch the officials of this county government and work quickly, so as not to bother him when the time comes~

Then he moved himself and went back to his new courtyard.

The mansion of the county magistrate of Quanling County is not big, and the layout in the room is also quite good, he went around the house, looked around, and then finally found a yard that he could look at, and he opened his mouth and ordered people to carefully clean and arrange the yard.

The maids and servants in the house nodded obediently, and many of these maids and slaves were brought by him from the capital.

Then Fan Wenshu watched them clean with his own eyes, and he walked around the courtyard again, and sent someone to Haosheng to find a local cook.

Then he waited for the courtyard to be almost cleaned, and began to tell the maids and maids to go and decorate the courtyard with all the treasures he had brought from the capital.

Then he personally mentioned the words and gave this courtyard a name.

The literate slave in the house looked at the newly replaced courtyard plaque, and read the name of the master of the house himself.

Acacia.

The slave looked at his master a little strangely, what is this?

Acacia?

The news that the master nominated a courtyard and ordered everyone to arrange it spread all over the house in an instant, and the servants in the house heard about it, and they all started to talk about it.

Without him, the reason is that this acacia is too reverie~

But in their opinion?

Has it been abstinence and abstinence for many years?

Now I have just come to this Quanling County to live in this county mansion, so I will marry a courtyard on this mansion called Acacia Wan?

Sky!

There is a waiter who has been with Fan Wenshu for many years, and he has to go to the master to inquire about the news by other maids and women in the house, why did he take this name?

The attendant was helpless, and at night in the study, while serving Fan Wenshu to read the official documents, he asked him worriedly.

Unexpectedly, the master smiled, glanced at him, and said, "That Acacia Wan is for your wife." ”

Rumble!

The squire's mouth was wide open in surprise, ma'am?

Madam?

Madam?

Oh my God, his master, his master, said Madame, Madame, Mrs. lived, that is, he was going to marry Madame?

God, he couldn't wait to run out of the study immediately to talk to everyone in the house about the news, and he couldn't wait to run outside the house to tell everyone that his master, his master said that he wanted to live with his wife?

Are they finally going to have a wife?

The attendant reacted and almost burst into tears~

Over the years, when I was in the capital, which of the maids and maids and maids did not intentionally or unintentionally count the maids and maids and guards in their house, but they just said that the master of his family was dismissed, was he broken his sleeve, and was about to break his blood~

On the second day, Fan Wenshu wanted to leave immediately, but he was entangled in the trivial matters in the county government, so he had to finish the things at hand, looked at the weather, looked at the old case, and then had lunch, and took the attendants to Luqiao Town on horseback.

He rode his horse with his retinue to the town of Luqiao.

Along the way, I passed through several small towns, some of which were particularly lively.

When passing through a small town, the streets were bustling with activity, and he rode his horse to see that someone was married.

On the street, the red-clothed sedan chair is so lively, looking at the safflower sedan chair, it seems to make people a lot happy.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Thinking, if you are stubborn and bold, and you want to fight and grab the people you want, can you be like the man sitting on the tall horse, proud of the spring breeze, and happy to marry a beautiful woman?

He looked at the man, and suddenly remembered that his father, mother, and grandfather Ji Yan all advised him to get married as soon as possible, and stop thinking about the Miao girl~

He burst into laughter.

Orchids are fragrant and fragrant, but long gone.

And the peony plant he planted with his own hands back then has been growing stubbornly.

He glanced at the bridegroom again, rode his steed, and went on to the place where he was going.

Riding a horse, continue on the road.

Finally, the familiar place is getting closer.

In front of the stone bridge, he jumped and dismounted, then stood in front of the stone bridge, closed his eyes and took a breath of the familiar town.

Then he opened his eyes and led the horse step by step across the stone bridge, and then the familiar street, the familiar teahouse~

The figure in his memory slowly came to mind, this street, this bluestone slab, he walked with her back then~

Scene after scene.

It's a pity that after many years, this street suddenly became a little unfamiliar, as if things were wrong.

But it doesn't matter, even if it's a thing~

He looked around again, rode his horse across the stone bridge, and when he arrived outside the teahouse, he went to the teahouse first.

He glanced at the wind chime again, and it was still hanging.

However, it seems to be a new one?

He walked into the teahouse again and glanced at it, and it looked the same as the furnishings of the year.

He found a table, sat down, the table was just outside the door of the teahouse, and he could see the outside, and he opened his mouth again to call for a pot of tea in his memory.

When the teahouse junior heard this, he immediately stepped forward to greet him and serve the tea he ordered.

He looked at the familiar little second brother, thinking that after so many years, the second brother in this teahouse didn't seem to have changed?

He reached out again and picked up a cup of poured tea, and took a sip, which tasted the same as that year.