In the garden on the Mansion of Liangguo, several maids gathered together and were talking lively.

"Did you hear that?" said the little maid named Green Butterfly mysteriously to her friends.

"Green Butterfly, do you mean the old king in the backyard?" said Peony.

"I've heard about it too, it seems that Lao Wang picked it up from the street and thought it was his godson," the cute-looking pomegranate also told her news.

"Yes, yes, it's him, I heard that he looks handsome," Green Butterfly nodded repeatedly.

The Liangguo Mansion has been very lively in recent days. The masters have their own affairs, but the subordinates have been discussing the godson recognized by Lao Wang Xin in the backyard recently.

"I heard it seems to be called Ruyi," another voice said.

"Yes, yes," a sour voice sounded beside a few maids, "It's called Xu Ruyi, I've seen it, it looks average, that is, it has white skin, and it doesn't look like a man." ”

The maids turned their heads and saw a sharp-beaked monkey race with some disdain on his face.

"Little Brother Mao," Green Butterfly slapped the family lightly and said, "Have you seen him?"

"Tell me, what does he look like?"

"Hmph" Brother Xiao Mao snorted, "I heard that he was the son of the Orion family outside the city, and then something happened and he fell into the street and was picked up by Uncle Wang." Something. ”

After muttering a few words, Brother Xiaomao said again, "Let me tell you, he doesn't look good, but his skin is white, don't listen to the green butterfly." ”

"Really?" Pomegranate looked at Green Butterfly, "Sister Green Butterfly, who did you listen to?"

"Brother Xiao Mao is talking nonsense," Green Butterfly said, "I haven't seen it, but several sisters I've seen it say that people are handsome, can there be fake?" I think it's Brother Xiao Mao who is jealous." ”

"Oh, that's right," Peony nodded.

"What? I can be jealous of him as a new kid?"

"You're jealous, you're here"

"That's right, what is not jealousy?"

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A few maids squeezed the little family with their mouths, and their faces were red when he said it.

"Hmph, I won't tell you" Brother Xiao Mao suddenly flicked his sleeves, turned his head and left, and the laughter of the maids came from behind him.

"Have any of you seen that Xu Ruyi?" Peony looked left and right.

"No... The maids looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Let's go and see," Pomegranate suggested,

The "yes, yes" proposal quickly gained support.

"I heard it's in the backyard stable," Green Butterfly said after a moment's thought.

As soon as the words fell, a few maids curled Tingting, thinking about the backyard stable.

When the maids arrived near the stable, they could vaguely see a young man standing in the open space outside the stable, dancing and shouting, as if he was saying something. With him as the center, a group of maids sat on the ground around him, looking attentive.

"It's too late, I saw Guo Jing slap Ouyang Ke with a palm," the young man standing in the middle of the crowd said sharply, and at the same time raised his right hand and hit him forward.

"Wow~"

"Good!"

There was a shout of admiration from the crowd.

The green butterfly peony walked closer, and finally saw the appearance of the young man standing in the middle: a light blue coarse cloth garment, wearing a square scarf. Simple clothes can't hide the flying figure. The skin is fair and shiny, and under the sword eyebrows, a pair of Danfeng eyes seem to be radiating. 'It's really handsome'

A few maids tiptoed to the back of the crowd and squatted, and the green butterfly led by him reached out and touched a small guy who arrived first, and said, "Liuzi, who is this?

The little guy who was disturbed didn't reply, but said softly, "Don't disturb me, Brother Ruyi is talking about the book, it's good." ”

"Is it the godson that Uncle Wang newly adopted, Xu Ruyi?" Green Butterfly reluctantly poked the sixth son with her fingers.

"Yes, yes, yes" Liuzi nodded impatiently, and then shouted "Okay!" The surrounding audience also applauded, and the scene was very lively.

At the door of the stable, Wang Fang sat on a chair with a lazy expression, and was also quietly listening to the young man in the crowd telling stories. There was a look of relief on his face, "I also have a son." ’

It has been half a month since Xu Ruyi came to the Blue Jade Mansion, and in this half month, with a "Shooting the Condor", Xu Ruyi can be regarded as gaining a firm foothold in the circle of subordinates. On the third day of coming here, the old Wang Fang proposed to accept him as a righteous son. Regarding Wang Fang's proposal, Xu Ruyi followed it and offered to change his surname to Wang. But Wang Fang thought about it and didn't agree, just said, "The ancestral surname should not be discarded." If you have the heart, it would be good to have one of your sons surnamed Wang in the future. Then Wang Fang said hello to the big housekeeper in the mansion, even if he officially left Xu Ruyi in the mansion. Xu Ruyi doesn't have much to do on weekdays, except for helping Lao Wang clean the stable, that is, telling these people. At night, he still slept in Wang Fang's room, but not on one bed, but on another small bed that the housekeeper had sent someone to move.

In the past half a month, life has been easy and comfortable, and I have to say that the world of martial arts is still very attractive to these young people.

"Predict what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition~" With a loud shout, Xu Ruyi ended today's story.

"Good!", "Good!", "It's really enjoyable", "Brother Ruyi is amazing"

Looking at the surrounding audience's expressions, Xu Ruyi arched his hand apologetically, "That's it for today, I can't stand my throat, let's continue tomorrow~"

Everyone also expressed their understanding, after all, Xu Ruyi had been talking for almost an hour.

The crowd of onlookers slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a broken shout sounded, "Little Master, what are you doing here?" The voice was majestic and faintly full of anger.

Everyone followed the sound, turned their heads to look, and saw a middle-aged scribe in a Confucian robe standing in the moon gate not far away, with a righteous face and a stern expression looking at a child in front of him, the voice just now was obviously made by this middle-aged scribe.

When the maids in the courtyard saw the middle-aged scribe, they stopped talking, shrunk their necks, lowered their heads, and quietly left from the other side. In the courtyard, only Xu Ruyi and Uncle Wang remained.

"What are you doing here?" the middle-aged scribe shouted again, making the young man in front of him tremble.

"Reply, Mr. Hui's words" The child said tremblingly, "I, I'm listening to his story" said, pointing at Xu Ruyi with a blank face.

"I said that in the past two days, I have no intention of seeing that you have no intention of studying, it turns out that your mind is spent here," the middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, "Be careful I report to Madame, and see her punish you." ”

Xu Ruyi tilted his neck and thought about it, and probably understood, "It should be the little young master and Mr. in the house." Let's get out of the way'

Shaking his head, Xu Ruyi turned around and prepared to leave. Uncle Wang sat quietly on the side, as if he had seen nothing. The big-headed soldiers who walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood were the most unaccustomed to those who shook their heads and read books. The teacher obviously knew Wang Fang too, but he didn't say hello, and obviously didn't like him.

Looking at the figure of Xu Ruyi about to leave, the middle-aged scribe spoke again: "Don't mix with these inferior families, what is there to hear about the stories they tell, I don't know what to say." If you don't know how to read or write, you dare to tell the story, and I will report to the old lady and drive this kind of person out. ”

The words were said to the little young master, but the voice was not loud or small, and it happened to reach the ears of Xu Ruyi and Wang Fang.

Wang Fang didn't care, with his own face, the old lady wouldn't care. This gentleman is also addicted to his mouth, and his words are disgusting, and Wang Fang's reaction to Mr.'s behavior is very simple: he coughed with phlegm, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at his feet.

Wang Fang didn't care, but Xu Ruyi could. In his concept, Mr. Teach's power should be not small, and he can't be kicked out of the house now, otherwise he will be in great trouble.

Gritting his teeth, Xu Ruyi stopped, turned around and walked towards the middle-aged scribe.

Walking to the approach of the middle-aged scribe, Xu Ruyi arched his hand and said, "Didn't you ask Mr. Gao's name?"

The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, and didn't answer, but the little boy next to him replied crisply, "This is Mr. Fang Yifang, the gentleman my mother invited me, my name is Lan Chun."

"Oh~" Xu Ruyi looked clear, and said to Fang Yi, "My name is Xu Ruyi, I am Uncle Wang's righteous son, and now I am also a subordinate in the house, I am literate and understand etiquette." At the very least, I will answer when others ask me, and I am very polite to people. After saying that, he bowed his hand again, turned around and left.

"You, you stop!" Fang Yi shouted. There's no way, if it ends here today, the matter will spread, and it will become that he doesn't know etiquette and has been taught a lesson by a family member.

"Oh," Xu Ruyi stood up and turned his head, "What else does Mr. Unknown have to teach you?"

The voice was neither high nor low, but with that contemptuous demeanor, it made Fang Yi's heart burn. His eyes rolled, Fang Yi helped his sleeves, motioned to the little young master Lan Chun to stand aside, and said, "Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, I don't know what book you just talked about?"

"Mr. Huifang's words are an idle book made up by myself," Xu Ruyi replied

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "Look at your age, but you are only about fifteen or sixteen years old, so you are not ashamed to make up your own book?"

"Mr. Fang invited" Xu Ruyi's attitude was not very respectful, "The age of a person can only prove how much food a person eats, and does it have anything to do with the amount of knowledge?" In the past, Gan Luo was nine years old and paid homage to the prime minister, Cao Chong was twelve years old, and Cai Wenji was six years old and could distinguish the sound of the piano. I don't know how many young geniuses there are in history, and my husband and I have never known each other, so how can you speak lightly to me?"

At this moment, the maid servants who had just left walked back again. They didn't dare to stand too close, but such a lively scene could not be missed, so one by one, intentionally or unintentionally, they were busy pretending to be nearby, some wiping the floor, some watering the flowers, and the most excessive Xu Ruyi also saw someone find a piece of waste paper out of nowhere, throw it on the ground, and then bend down to pick it up, and then throw it on the ground, and then bend down to pick it up, the two ears are like rabbits, Xu Ruyi couldn't help but laugh, and laughed.

"You!" Looking at Xu Ruyile, Fang Yi's anger was even stronger, "There were indeed a lot of prodigies in ancient times, I'm afraid that you are that Fang Zhongyong." ”

Fang Zhongyong is talking about a self-taught prodigy in the Northern Song Dynasty, whose parents were poor peasants and never let him touch books. But Fang Zhongyong was able to write poetry when he was five years old. Later, his parents felt that they could profit from it, so they dragged him everywhere to compose poems for people. Later, Fang Zhongyong's age slowly grew up, but the poems he wrote were not as good as before, until he couldn't write poems in the end, and became an ordinary farmer.

Fang Zhongyong's story Xu Ruyi had learned it in school in his previous life, but his views at that time were very different from others, and now this Fang Yi is scratching the itch.

"Uh-huh" cleared his throat, Xu Ruyi opened his mouth and said, "Dare to ask Mr. Fang, what did Wang Banshan (Wang Anshi Zijiefu, number Banshan, the world also known as Wang Jinggong) mean to do this article in the first place?"

Fang Yi squinted and glanced at Xu Ruyi, "I don't know, Wang Jinggong made this article lamenting that Fang Zhong never cherishes his talent, he doesn't know how to work hard to learn, and his father is greedy for small profits, which finally makes Zhong Yong obscure everyone, and at the same time uses this article to persuade the world to learn from each other with an open mind, don't squander your talents, and waste your time." ”

"What Mr. said is good" Xu Ruyi nodded first, but then shook his head, "The meaning is true, but there is a difference between ideal and reality. Wang Jinggong is also a leaf of camphor wood. ”

"Bold," Fang Yi shouted again, "How dare you slander Wang Jinggong!"

"I don't dare, I just have other opinions on this article, isn't this okay?" Xu Ruyi paused, "Is there a perfect person in the world?"

"Of course, no one is perfect"

"Oh?" Xu Ruyi's eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness, "Then what is wrong with what Mr. said today?"

"You!" Fang Yi's face turned red, and he didn't know how to answer.

Ignoring Fang Yi's embarrassment, Xu Ruyi said, "Fang Zhongyong's life should have been to be an honest farmer and farm with his father. But at the age of five, he learned to write poetry without a teacher. It is also true that his father did not send him to school later. But if you think about it carefully, will a person with a high talent for poetry be a capable minister who is good at governing the country?"

Coughing lightly, Xu Ruyi continued, "On poetry, since ancient times, there has been no Li Taibai, Du Gongbu. At that time, the two were in the Anshi Rebellion, and the two may have left countless gorgeous poems, but the people who really relieved the worries of the monarch and pacified the troubled times were Guo Ziyi, Li Guangbi and other generals in the army. The lyrics of the Song Dynasty were colorful, and making a good poem was almost equivalent to a good future. However, the Song Dynasty was successively bullied by Liao, Jin, and Western Xia, and finally destroyed by the Mongols. The literary style of the Song Dynasty was at its peak, so why was it bullied by the northern barbarians? It can be seen that poetry has nothing to do with ability. ”

"You're a strong word. Fang Yi was about to speak, but was interrupted by Xu Ruyi with a wave of his hand.

"So what's the use of poetry? I think it's fun," Xu Ruyi said in a deep voice, "no matter how beautiful poetry is, he can't match a bowl of rice that can fill his stomach." As long as you want to, everyone can do it and have fun, and it doesn't matter if you do it well or badly, just laugh it off. Fang Zhongyong was born in a poor peasant family, and his parents were shallow and greedy for money and profit. Let's not talk about whether Fang Zhongyong will be an official after he goes to school, with his vision and knowledge, he is unlikely to become a good official, and I think the possibility of a mediocre official is even greater. Instead of spending money for the opportunity to ask for the title of Mr. Bona's gold list, it is better to use his poems to exchange more money and improve the life of the family. It's good for the family and good for the country. ”

"Are you saying that people from poor peasant backgrounds don't have vision?" Fang Yi asked gloomily, alluding to Zhu Yuanzhang.

How could Xu Ruyi be fooled by the trick he had just played: "There are also differences in the times. A person with a wealth of talent in poetry may be able to memorize the title of the gold list by rote, but he will definitely not be a good official if he has no knowledge. When today's son was born poor, but experienced the troubled times, his horizons were broad, although he was not good at poetry and songs, but he also created my Ming Dynasty. ”

"Cut" Fang Yi also ran out of words, so he could only say sourly, "The way of poetry has become a thing in your mouth, and you will compose poetry when you say it." ”

"When you are a melancholy Mo Wei youth," Xu Ruyi pondered for a moment, and then opened his mouth to chant, "When you are a melancholy Mo Wei youth, Baizhang Gossamer is easy to provoke." Where is the spring is not melancholy, and what year is not pitiful. The snow is on the cup of Duqu pear flowers, and the grass in Baling is smoking in a dream. The future has two sleeves of golden tears, and the public case has three lives and white bones. The old queen should not regret it, and he held the bowl in front of the courtyard. ”

As soon as Tang Yin's song "Melancholy Words" came out, Fang Yi was really dumbfounded. Everyone was shocked.

The culture of the maids may not be high, but the words and sentences of this melancholy poem are not profound, and they are easy to understand. They knew every word, and they could hear the sadness and detachment in it.

"How about this poem, aren't I still in charge here, Mr. Fang?" Xu Ruyi looked at Fang Yi and said lightly.

"You, you copied it" for a long time before Fang Yi held back such a sentence.

"Cut" Xu Ruyi disdainfully said, "That's all you can do." ”

After speaking, he turned around and went back to the house, leaving behind a shocked crowd and a thoughtful Wang Fang.

"Okay, it's amazing" Looking at Xu Ruyi's dashing back when he left, Lan Chun let out such an exclamation and said everyone's thoughts.

Fang Yi was completely speechless. If Xu Ruyi stayed and debated with him about the authenticity of the poem, he would have enough confidence to refute the other party, even if the word was really Xu Ruyi's doing. But now that they are gone, and they say this, his face is completely gone.

"Chun'er", a graceful and luxurious woman, appeared behind Lan Chun and Fang Yi at some point.

Lan Chun turned his head to look, called out sweetly, "Mother~", and ran towards the gorgeous woman with open arms.

This woman is none other than Lan Yu's wife, Mrs. Shepherd.

Mrs. Mu stretched out her hand to tidy up some scattered sideburns for Lan Chun, and said reproachfully, "I've been crazy all day, and I don't know how to study hard." It's worrying. ”

"Husband... Madame" Fang Yi bowed to Madam Mu with a sneering hand, "I don't know how much Madam Mu has heard." ’

Mrs. Mu didn't pay attention to Fang Yi, but said to her son, "That little family is a little interesting, how about being a companion for you?"

"Yes, yes. Lan Chun clapped his hands happily. In this way, it will be convenient to listen to books in the future.

In the courtyard of "Madam", Wang Fang stood up. Strode up to the lady and whispered, "I picked up this person, claiming to be the son of the Orion family, but what I saw today doesn't look like it."

"Huh?" said Madame Famine, frowning.

"When the old slave interrogates clearly tonight, how about giving you an answer tomorrow. Wang Fang continued.

"Okay, so be it. Mrs. Mu nodded, pulled her son Lan Chun and turned to leave.

The surrounding maids and servants also slowly dispersed, and in the end, only Fang Yi was left standing in place, from the attitude of the lady just now, he knew that the matter was big.

Sure enough, after a while, the big maid beside Mrs. Mu sent a message: "Go to the account room and settle this month's Lu rice... ”

In the king's hut, the door was closed. Xu Ruyi and Wang Fang sat quietly opposite each other on both sides of the table, and neither of them spoke. In the end, Wang Fang spoke first, "Ruyi. . . ”

"Godfather," Xu Ruyi replied in a low voice.

"Who are you?" Wang Fang asked, "Your words just now don't look like Orion's son." ”

"Son" Xu Ruyi's brain was spinning, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "My son didn't lie to you, my father is really a hunter, but in addition to hunting in the mountains every day, he has been teaching me to read since I was a child, and he has also taught me some martial arts." ”

Scratching his head, Xu Ruyi continued, "Actually, my son also knows that my father is different from others, but I asked him, and he didn't say anything. ”

"That's right," Wang Fang muttered, and suddenly punched Xu Ruyi's forehead.

Xu Ruyi's eyes froze, and he subconsciously wanted to urge the true qi of the body protector, but he suddenly restrained his impulse and just crossed his arms in front of him. Wang Fang's fist hit Xu Ruyi's arms hard, and Xu Ruyi took the opportunity to fall to the ground, looking unbearable.

Wang Fang stood up, and a few more punches came, and the fist wind was gusting, obviously not light. Xu Ruyi rolled on the spot, turned over and stood up, and then waved his arms to push Wang Fang's attacks away one by one. Wang Fang's fist technique is wide open and closed, which is obviously a combat skill in the army, with simple moves and only the pursuit of strength and speed. It was not difficult for Xu Ruyi to deal with it, but every time he blocked Wang Fang's attack, Xu Ruyi would show a painful expression. After more than a dozen moves, Xu Ruyi sold a flaw. After a muffled sound, Wang Fang's fist hit Xu Ruyi's chest, and Xu Ruyi took the opportunity to take a few steps back and reached out to rub his chest.

The victory and defeat have been divided, looking at Xu Ruyi's painful appearance, Wang Fang did not continue to attack.

'There is no discipline in the moves, it seems that it is also a kung fu in the army' After thinking for a while, Wang Fang said, "What does your father look like?"

Xu Ruyi thought for a while and said, "Well, my father's skin is a little dark, and he has a lion nose and a wide mouth. A full beard, a burly figure... ”

God knows that this description is completely Xu Ruyi said according to the appearance of Li Kui in the TV series he watched in his previous life, but he didn't expect Wang Fang to listen to it and ponder for a while, and suddenly his face turned pale, and he ordered "You stay and don't move" and got up and went out. Leaving Xu Ruyi confused in the house.

In the martial arts training ground on the Blue Jade Mansion, the bearded Lan Yu was bare-chested, playing with a big knife in the field. Every time she feels a little bored, Lan Yu will always hone her martial arts here. The weather was cool, but Lan Yu's body was sweating profusely, and he slashed with a knife, bringing out countless wind sounds. After slashing with a single move, Lan Yu suddenly stopped his movements, turned around and drank, "Who!"

An old man appeared not far behind him.

"Lao Wang, why are you here?" Lan Yu looked at the old man walking towards him and smiled a little unnaturally.

Also, after all, he trapped the other party's son on the battlefield, although Wang Fang didn't blame him, he still felt sorry for his old subordinates.

"General" Wang Fang arched his hand. Although Lan Yu is already the Duke of Liangguo, Wang Fang is still used to using the title in the army.

Lan Yu casually threw the big knife in his hand aside, "Is there something wrong?"

"General" Wang Fang opened his mouth to tell Xu Ruyi about it from the beginning, and then said, "Although Xu Ruyi doesn't know who his father is, listening to his description, he thinks of a person. ”

"Who?" Lan Yu was also a little curious.

"Liu Futong"

Lan Yu's brows furrowed, "No... At the beginning, Liao Yongzhong was not... ”

"Dashuai" Wang Fang's voice was very low, "At the beginning, Liao Yongzhong just said that he threw King Xiao Ming and Liu Futong into the river, but in the end, we only saw the corpse of King Xiao Ming, and we didn't see Liu Futong's." "Silent for a moment", not to mention that Liu Futong was originally from the south bank of the Yinghe River, and he was familiar with water since he was a child. Other people are dead if they are thrown in the river, but Liu Futong may not be... ”

"No," Lan Yu hesitated a little, "Isn't that kid's surname Xu?"

"You forgot, but I remember that Liu Futong's wife seems to be surnamed Xu. ”

Lan Yu narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought. Wang Fang on the side stopped talking.

After a long time, Wang Fang spoke again, "Do you want to be small。。。。。 Wang Fang made a one-handed splitting action, and the meaning couldn't be clearer.

"No," Lan Yu waved his hand violently, and then said in a slightly nostalgic tone, "At the beginning, because of all kinds of changes, Liao Yongzhong killed King Xiao Ming and Liu Dashuai. That incident is not explained now, but the past is in the past. Now.... Leave him in the house, and you go and tell Madame, and say that I agree to this. ”

"The little one understands" hugged his fist, and Wang Fang turned around and withdrew from the martial arts arena.

If Xu Ruyi was here, he would definitely cry and laugh, "You Lan Yu is about to be unable to protect yourself and leave people in your house, are you kind or bad?"

Another beautiful misunderstanding。。。。。