Xu Xuan came to this tree again and saw Cheng Fang still playing chess with the scholar. Xu Xuan bowed and said, "I have seen the teacher."

Cheng Fang was holding a chess piece and was worried about where to put it. When he saw Xu Xuan coming, he just nodded, "You go and review your books first, wait until I finish playing chess with him, and you are taking your homework in the school."

Xu Xuan responded, then sat at the stone table beside him, picked up the Book of Songs in his hand, and flipped it up. To be honest, since he came back from Hangzhou, there was no time to read books, so today Cheng Fang was going to take Xu Xuan, and Xu Xuan was ready to be scolded. At this time, he heard the teacher ask him to read books, he hurriedly picked up the book and read it.

Xu Xuan traveled to this white snake world without any strong body or extraordinary memory. He was still an ordinary person. The only thing he had not given up was the ability to sharpen the guns in front of the battle that he had learned from childhood to adulthood. He had already memorized the Book of Songs once, but because he had read it for a while, he remembered it a little blurred. After he read it this way, he had completely remembered it.

Xu Xuan had just finished writing the Book of Songs, but Cheng Fang threw the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard. "Forget it, if you don't play with you, you can't win every time you play with you. It's so boring."

The scribe who had been silent all the time, heard Cheng Fang say this and immediately laughed, "There are wins and losses in chess, why do you care so much?"

He said here, and indeed turned around and looked at Xu Xuan, "You student, this time, are you a student who is trying hard to sharpen your guns. Can you, an old man, teach you such a lack of effort?"

The words of this scribe made Xu Xuan speechless. You two old men just play chess, what does it have to do with me? Why did he just involve me? He did shook his head and said, "This gentleman is not standing next to me. How could he know that I am sharpening my gun in the face of battle, not reviewing books? The master said to me just now, and asked me to review books. What's wrong with me doing this?"

The scribe was robbed by Xu Xuan for a while, but he was not angry. Instead, he laughed out loud, "Haha, no wonder you, old man, avoided the court and insisted on coming here. This guy is indeed the same as you."

Cheng Fang, who was standing beside him, laughed and scolded, "Don't call me an old man, you are just a skilled person in your face. Are you younger than me this year?"

Speaking of this, Cheng Fang said seriously, "Xu Xuan, this is a good friend of the teacher. As for the name, I won't mention it. It's because his nephew is sick. He has been treated in the capital for many years. Not to mention the symptoms are alleviated, but they are getting worse. So when the master went to Hangzhou, he met him and invited him here to ask you to diagnose what kind of disease it is."

Xu Xuan pondered slightly, "I don't know where this patient is?"

The scribe's face became heavier at this time. Xu Xuan could even feel an invisible momentum, wrapping himself in it. After thinking for a moment, he knew that this scribe was probably a person who had been in power for a long time, otherwise he would not have such a breath of being in power for a long time.

At this time, the scribe did not have the indifference he had at the time, but said with a little nervousness, "The child is now in this villa."

Xu Xuan stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go see the patient. If you don't see anyone, whatever you say is false."

At that moment, someone led Xu Xuan towards the direction of the guest room, and the scholar followed them slowly with Cheng Fang. Cheng Fang was still honest as an official, so there was no extra money around him. The villa was not big. After passing through the garden, he arrived at the guest room in just a few steps. As soon as he entered the door, Xu Xuan couldn't help but frowned. He saw a man about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a skinny face and a thin man sitting next to the table.

Seeing everyone coming in, the man stood up from the stool with difficulty and bowed to Cheng Fang, "Shiwang, please forgive Qingfeng for being weak and unable to salute."

It seemed that it was the first time Cheng Fang saw this man, and immediately exclaimed, "Qingfeng, how did you become like this?"

When the young man heard Cheng Fang's exclamation, he just smiled bitterly, "Since my body escaped from the north, my body has been worse than that of a day, and my diet has gradually decreased a lot. I have loose stools, abdominal pain, and diarrhea.

At first, I was very fashionable, but later, even when I walked, I felt empty and weak in my abdomen. Some people even felt that I was short of breath and exhausted. When I was so proud, I would even remove the intestines in my abdomen.

Originally, according to my intention, I asked me to wait for death at home safely, but my father and my brothers insisted on treating me. However, my father had already invited many famous doctors in Hangzhou, but my condition was getting worse and worse. Even the hospital master of the Imperial Hospital, after seeing my condition, changed several prescriptions, but the medicine stone was ineffective."

"Don't be fooled!" At this time, the scholar standing beside him shouted.

The young man heard the scribe's scolding, pursed his lips, but stopped talking. The scribe took a breath and suppressed his emotions. Then he continued to say, "Ding'er, I know that you are depressed in your heart. Seeing that I, Han people are in this Jin people, pigs and dogs are worse than living a slave-like life. However, now the Jin people have completely died and have become an iron cavalry of my Song Dynasty. Why should you be obsessed with the past?"

The young man smiled bitterly, "Forget it, how can I forget it? I watched countless good women from the Song Dynasty be played with by this Jin man and become prostitutes, and even ten women have changed to a horse. Countless loyal ministers were tortured and killed by this Jin man. I even watched Roufu be kidnapped by the Jin man in front of me, but I didn't move..."

Speaking of this, the boy was already sobbing in a low voice.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and scholars and Cheng Fang were not talking. The shame of Jingkang was not only a shame for the young man, but also a shame for the scholars and officials. This sense of humiliation made them unable to persuade them at all.

Xu Xuan sighed. When he came in, he could vaguely guess that this person was the person who fled back from the north when he heard the boy say this. At this time, he felt extremely depressed. Modern people hate the numerous crimes of the Japanese invaders in our land of China during the War of Resistance Against Japan. However, in this era, I heard and knew the cruelty of the Jin people, which was no less than that of the Japanese invaders.

At first, the northerners who fled to the south planned to go north to take revenge, but what made many Song people helpless was that before their Northern Expedition was successful, the Jin people had been destroyed by the Mongols... This feeling of wanting to take revenge but the enemy was dead in the end made people almost collapse. There is no place to avenge, and no place to extend it. How painful is this feeling? Therefore, it is not difficult to understand that this young man looks like today.
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