The snow was hanging heavily on the branches, and the melted snow water fell down the eaves. In the quiet guest house, the small furnace was filled with green smoke.

After all, Guo Rong, who was sitting next to his adoptive father, was young and could not hold back after sitting for a while. There were few voices coming from inside and outside, and he looked at his adoptive father in fear.

Before he could speak, Guo Wei turned his head and waved his head, signaling him not to speak.

In fact, he has been looking at the surrounding environment and the room where he is entertaining guests looks luxurious. Several vertical screen paintings are hung on the pink wall, almost all with carved double dragons and gilded copper inverted rings, plain red sandalwood frames, and the center of the screen is mostly landscapes, fairy foxes, and occasionally one or two portraits of beautiful women.

There is also a red sandalwood inlaid jade bi in the corner of the wall. Even the chairs under the seat and the small table next to it are all red sandalwood, which makes Guo Wei a little shocked. It is really too luxurious.

King Yong has so much financial resources...

It’s right to think about it. The officials of several dynasties did not have the means to make money.

Looking outside the window frame, the sun shines through the snow. In the winter sun, this huge courtyard turns into a turning point. The backyard where outsiders cannot enter and exit, the winter plums are picturesque.

In the empty carved window, some warm sunlight turned into spots and sprinkled on the dressing table, and the bronze mirror placed reflected a snow-white end.

The old man's robe was thick, with sable velvet around his neck. The maid was combed with her cow horns and combed her snow-white hair neatly, and took the old man's head off.

In the bronze mirror, the old man just sat there, his own power was restrained. He was not like an ordinary old man, his eyes were turbid at such an age. On the contrary, his eyes were bright, as sharp as a young man in his prime.

In his words, he talked to the maid behind him about the waiting person in the guesthouse and asked:

"Who are they?"

"I don't know. But I must have something important..." The maid is over thirty years old. She was at her age and had been sent to another family to marry.

The old man looked at his combed hair and then stood up. He took a crutch and walked slowly towards the threshold. The maid followed him closely and reached out to support him, and from time to time he told me to "slow down" and "high threshold".

"Haha... I was afraid of the threshold when I was galloping in the court?" The old man sneered disdainfully. Before he finished speaking, he staggered and almost rushed to the ground. Fortunately, the maid kept leaving her left and right and did not fall down in time.

"Cough..." Geng Qing coughed dryly, raised his old face, stroked his white beard, looked up at the winter, "The sun is good today, will the lady not come out to bask in the sun for a while?"

"Mrs. I don't want to go out, I say it's very cold."

Geng Qing nodded without saying a word. The mountains were very wet and it was winter again. He could sit in the room to keep warm and never take a step out. If a guest suddenly came over, he would not be too lazy to go out.

Especially when he was infected with a cold some time ago, if Qiao Niang hadn't forced a maid to come and take care of him all the time, he wouldn't want to be helped by others every day.

After passing the atrium slowly, some in charge came to pay tribute. Geng Qing asked about the matter in the mansion while walking. After lunch and playing mahjong, the wife in the mansion had lunch and played mahjong. Those who were not in the mansion were worried that their children would follow him outside the mountain to help.

Now there are more than 60 descendants of all major and small Geng family. There are thirty people who call him Taigong. When the New Year is over, they will come back one by one. Oh, the front yard may not be blocked.

Once there are too many people, I can't remember the name, but Qiao Niang also said that she just needs to worry about the family affairs and let them do it.

"What about Dachun?"

"I took my three grandsons to Feihu County and said I wanted to let them see their ancestral home!"

Listening to the manager's smile, Geng Qing smiled comfortably and had never regretted his decision back then. He was able to survive until his death in the troubled times. It was a great blessing.

Anyway, he has paved the way for his children and grandchildren, and even if he doesn't do it well, he can still be a rich man safely.

Over the years, he has also been slowly delegating power and handing over what he has to his capable sons to take care of. The eldest son Geng Nian is now in Bianzhou, and his wife is the daughter of Qin Huaimian. She is well-known for her father's martial arts and is also called the female sword immortal in the world.

Facts have proved that Geng Nian, who was responsible and witty, was the best choice. He took root in Kaifeng and selected many heroes in the army. Among them, the generals and schools who had already served in the military were also asked to take in their children in the family, or sent them here to receive the guidance of Fu Daozhao and others.

What influenced Geng Qing was some of the reasons that led to Geng Qing were Li Chuyun, Pan Mei, Li Jixun, Wang Shenqi, Cao Bin and others... It made this place look like a nursery. Sometimes when he went over, he made him dizzy.

Jiuyu, who manages the other side, is not unpleasant. She has become more and more cold in the years, but it is completely opposite, as gentle as jade. She looks like a middle-aged Confucian scholar in her forties.

As for Li Cunxiao, after his mother Wang Jinqiu passed away, she married her daughter and left here and rode her horse to the outer world. Every year on Wang Jinqiu's death day, she would come back early and stay in the village for ten days and half a month, talk to Geng Qing, talk about Tuyuhun and the Khitan people.

Geng Qing sometimes envies him, and is worried, and rushes around with a long spear. Sometimes when this brother comes back, he finds that he is getting more and more unable to speak to him. After all, he can no longer talk to him when he sees and experiences.

Of course, envy is just thinking about it.

Many people envy me as a family.

Geng Qing smiled and shook his head. He had already arrived under the eaves of the front yard, so he tidied up his clothes and stepped into the middle hall with a cane.

.........

Guesthouse.

Guo Wei was a little anxious. He drank two cups of tea. The King Yong had not seen him yet. Guo Rong, who was beside him, was even more restless and fiddled with the cup mouth and muttered in his mouth. He didn't know what he was saying.

Not long after, the manager I had seen before came back. An old man with a black-patterned gold-edged robe and a martened velvet neck was around him. He walked to the first place with a crutch. The manager came over and quietly introduced Guo Wei.

The latter hurriedly stood up and bowed: "The envoy of the horse and infantry army, Guo Wei, pay homage to King Yong!"

"It's been so many years, why are you still called King Yong? Sit down." Geng Qingxu pressed his hand. He also looked at the burly man in front of him. He vaguely felt that the other side was familiar with him. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, which made Guo Wei remind him: "King Yong, I followed His Majesty to fight Yelu Abaoji in Youzhou."

"Oh, I remember it."

Geng Qing nodded with a smile. In fact, he couldn't remember who the other party was. At that time, there were indeed not many people who could make him remember his name and appearance.

After letting Guo Wei sit back and exchange a few greetings, he asked about the important matter.

"What's the matter here to come to find me, but your Majesty asks me?"

When others asked about the reason, Guo Wei never mentioned it. After all, it was related to the emperor, so he was inconvenient to reveal too much, and only said that the letter came out of the palace and that His Majesty wanted to find King Yong.

At the moment, King Yong was right in front of him, and he had nothing to hide. He sent Guo Rong beside him to play outside. After the servants around him also went out, he got up and walked to the middle, half-kneeled down.

"King Yong, I am entrusted by Your Majesty, and I will also ask King Yong to return to Luoyang."

Guo Wei paused and lowered his voice: "...Your Majesty has suffered a stroke and is bedridden."

Geng Qing was stunned for a moment.

Holding the teacup, the overflowing tea water fell on his fingers without even notice. After a while, he slowly placed the teacup on the table and closed his eyes against the back of the chair.

In this year, a stroke is equivalent to pronounced death.
Chapter completed!