Rong Chuan and Zhong Rui also shared a love for fleeing famine, and Ling Yue felt that Rong Chuan should pay attention to him.

Sure enough, Rong Chuan said: "I often ask people to give him some small things, so he won't be abused. But in the next room, there are no direct elders, and people in the same room don't live together. The relationship is not deep in the first place, and family affection cannot be given."

No matter how much, there is nothing we can do about it. It would be good if there is no shortage of food, clothing, and education for him."

Everyone sighed, this is human nature, and they had no choice.

Rong Chuan's eyes flashed and he said: "The two brothers of the Zhong family are from the Shunwang faction, and they are just a matter of face to me. Besides, I am still young, and apart from my status as the emperor's grandson, I have no power in my hands."

Everyone understood and looked a little solemn.

Wulang hooked Rongchuan's fingers, "Brother Rongchuan, please grow up quickly!"

Rong Chuan smiled and said: "Okay! Wu Lang will grow up soon."

The next day, Dongming Ziyu went to visit Su Daru. Shangguan Ruoli sent his two children to Shangguan's house to study, and then went to a snack shop.

In the teahouse opposite the pastry shop, a window was pushed open, and the cool autumn breeze poured in. King Shun gathered his cloak and watched her get off the carriage and enter the pastry shop.

Shangguan Ruoli felt as if someone was watching her across the way. She suddenly turned around and looked across the way. She only saw the half-open window and no one behind it. She frowned and turned around to enter the store.

King Shun stood with his back against the wall like a thief, his heart beating wildly. Why is Li'er so alert? Is she really Li'er? Does she really not remember the past at all?

He leaned against the wall slumped and murmured: "How could she forget me? How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Dongming Ziyu took gifts to Qionglin Academy in the suburbs of Beijing.

It's late autumn, and the chill is getting heavier. Some of the leaves on both sides of the official road are yellow, some are red, and some are still green. The colors are gorgeous and the layers are clear, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The chrysanthemums in the academy are in full bloom, yellow and white, and lively, adding a hint of cold fragrance to the autumn colors.

Dongming Ziyu's gift is two pots of green chrysanthemums and two pots of black chrysanthemums. They are both precious and rare species. They were planted in the space. They are suitable for gifting to literati.

The concierges in the academy are all pretty ink. When they saw these four pots of chrysanthemums, their eyes lit up and they trotted around to pass them around.

There are messages from the prince and Shangguan. They will come back soon and invite Dongming Ziyu to come in.

Maybe it was because the students were all in class and no one was seen along the way. The sound of Lang Lang's reading could be heard high and low, making the courtyard seem quiet and pleasant, with a bit of an elegant and bookish atmosphere, which made people feel awe and expectation.

Sunan Mountain has its own dedicated courtyard, which is surrounded by green bamboos and has a winding bluestone path in the middle. Wisteria roses climb all over the courtyard wall, and green leaves and flowers sway in the wind, creating a lush and fragrant atmosphere.

The weather has gotten colder, and the scarlet felt curtains have been put on at the door, making the holly green bamboos at the door look even greener.

The clever scholar politely opened the curtain and said, "Master Dong, please come in."

Dongming Ziyu stepped inside. It was a small hall, heated by charcoal fire, equipped with pear wood tables and chairs. An old man with white hair and a white beard was playing chess with a white-bearded monk.

Perhaps because the battle situation was tense, Su Nanshan glanced at Dongming Ziyu, stared at the chessboard, and said: "Sit down first."

Dongming Ziyu sat down at the guest seat, and the little boy was served tea. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put the teacup down. The whole process made no sound, elegant and leisurely, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Sunspot fell from Sunan Mountain and he laughed and said: "Sorry, I narrowly beat one."

The old monk stroked his beard and smiled, "I think you are thinking about my green chrysanthemum and black chrysanthemum!"

Dongming Ziyu said: "I'm sorry, I disturbed your enjoyment."

Bai Ying took three boys, placed four pots of chrysanthemums on an empty table, and quietly left.

Su Nanshan moved his eyes away from the chessboard and looked at Dongming Ziyu, with a look of surprise and surprise in his eyes, and praised: "Your demeanor and etiquette are not like those of a farm boy.

Even more impressive."

Dongming Ziyu smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Su is so complimentary."

When the old monk saw his face, he couldn't help but straighten up a little, and a flash of doubt and curiosity flashed in his eyes, "The origin of the donor seems to be extraordinary."

Dongming Ziyu was startled, his body stiffened, and he became alert. Could it be that this monk is as profound in Buddhism as Master Huiming?

His face was calm and he said: "I am indeed a descendant of an out-and-out poor family. I don't have any complicated background."

Su Nanshan explained for the old monk: "The origin mentioned by Master Zhikong should not be literal."

Dongming Ziyu asked calmly: "I don't know what you mean?"

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