Changsun Wuji's anger was quickly extinguished because it was too cold.
When the breeze blew, Changsun Wuji, who hadn't eaten much, drank a few glasses of wine, was angry, and didn't take out his cloak, was shivering in the cold wind, and all his anger was gone.
Thinking of walking back to his family's house in the south of the city, Changsun Wuji felt a little unreliable. He wanted to wait here for people to come out, but he also felt very embarrassed. He might even be caught and beaten by the rich slaves in the mansion.
Changsun Wuji stamped his feet and could only leave quickly.
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The back house of the house.
Fang Xuanling was being taught with his head curled up. When the children were not around, the tigress in the family began to dominate, counting the faults against him.
Fang Xuanling had become accustomed to letting Lu chatter without saying a word, so as to prevent Lu from getting more and more annoyed and disadvantageous to herself. He would respond with ums and ahs from time to time, but never defended anything.
"You said that you were more reliable following Yuan Ling Yin, you had no worries about food and drink, and you didn't have to worry about any plots by the prince's gang, nor did the King of Qin instruct you to do anything. You started thinking about taking concubines, and your life was so comfortable.
Don’t you know?
Why do I have to be transferred? I have been playing tricks on you all day long and living with you has been unlucky for eight lifetimes. I am always on tenterhooks. Just after a few days of stability, you start acting like a monster again?
Your little friends don't give you any good advice. They take advantage of you and want to use you as a sword or a gun. But when they are in trouble, they hide far away. Do you think any of them came to help our family?
?
That is to say, Yuanling Yin Renhou, I am willing to help you, you are an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, but you always want to leave others, why can't they forgive you?
Think about the situation when you were working for the King of Qin in the past few years. You didn’t even dare to go home for fear of being intercepted and killed on the way. You men kept saying that you wanted to do big things and show kindness, but bullshit big things and bullshit kindness...
…
How smart are you, but you don't know how to compare? Did Yuan Lingyin ask you to do any big things? You are almost ready to be sacrificed. This is called benevolence and righteousness.
How can people have good intentions when they spend all day making suggestions and even trusting their lives to the past? After all, they are father and son. Broken bones are connected to tendons. Even if there is a falling out, they are still father and son. What about you? You can't wait and wait.
Lose your head?
I don’t expect you to earn a living for me. As long as you are safe and sound, you are better than anything else. Don’t always hum and haha to deal with me. Can you just say a human word?"
Lao Fang's head was full of bruises, but he didn't dare to run away. After struggling for a long time, he muttered, "You should also be polite. Don't always be the King of Qin. Do you know that you are taboo?"
Mrs. Lu snorted coldly, "We are the only two here, what's wrong? Do you still want to be the leader of me? You have long disliked the father and son. The father is not like the father, and the son is not like the son. That's why
The whole city of Chang'an is in a smog, and everyone is dead, why don't you let people talk about it?"
Having said this, I also felt that something was inappropriate, so I couldn't help but add, "That is, Pingyang... Mrs. Chu Guo is still decent, but she is also... hmph, she is also a ruthless person, and her father and brother died at the hands of others.
, but I..."
Fang Xuanling couldn't listen any more. She slammed the table and said, "Don't talk nonsense. How can you repay it if people listen to it?"
Lu's resentment against Li Yuan and his son was huge. She was particularly dissatisfied with Li Shimin's move to have some women in the house to accompany his confidants. After hearing the news, Lu's food was no longer good and she wanted to rush in like Li Yuanji.
Fang Xuanling was captured from the Prince of Qin's palace.
Although Mrs. Lu was born in a wealthy family, she didn't know much. She only had eyes for her husband and children. Her husband was in danger many times, and uninformed people often visited and harassed her at home. Over the past few years, Lu only wanted to live a peaceful life for a few days.
She lived full of resentment towards Li and his son.
As soon as Li Yuan and his son died, Fang Xuanling's ears suffered. As long as she had free time, Mrs. Lu would definitely say something about Li and his son. Fortunately, she still knew some sense of proportion and never went out to talk nonsense. Otherwise, Fang Xuanling's
As for reputation, it's hard to say.
But this time Lu's words were indeed a bit too much. There is nothing to be afraid of by saying that Li Yuan and his son are not afraid of anything. After all, they have been dead for several years and they are still exterminated princes. Even if it is spread, the most they can say is that Fang Xuanling is despicable, not at all.
Not caring about the kindness of the old master, he slandered him privately and so on.
But Mrs. Li Xiuning of the State of Chu was different. Now she was deeply favored by the saints, and after careful calculation, Fang Xuanling was not so much a disciple of Yuan Long, but rather a disciple of the Lady of the State of Chu.
If these words of Lu's were spread, one can imagine the fate of the couple.
Mrs. Lu raised her eyebrows and immediately retorted, but her voice became much softer involuntarily, "Ah, you have become more capable. How dare you slap the table and glare at me? I really hit you lightly last time. Are you okay now?"
In a few days, you want to suffer the pain of your flesh and blood again, don’t you?”
Seeing that his wife was about to take action again, Fang Xuanling immediately withered and waved his hands repeatedly: "A gentleman talks but never takes action... If you hadn't acted like that in Jingzhao Mansion last time, how could I have sought his position?"
Do you know what those people in Jingzhao Mansion say about me in private? How can I have the nerve to continue to stay there?"
"So it's my fault?"
Well, when this couple got together, they were more like some people later on. The woman was as fierce as a tiger, leopard, and wolf, but the husband was as soft as a woman. They were really born in the wrong era.
More like, how can I make sense with such a tough woman?
Fortunately, Fang Xuanling already knew how to get along with his wife, so he immediately shut his mouth tightly, as if the person who slapped the table just now was not him at all.
He lowered his head in aggrieved manner. If he had been younger, he might have dropped some golden beans to gain sympathy.
In the midst of the excitement, a maid came from a distance outside and reported loudly, "Auntie, Deacon Liu from the front yard said that the eldest grandson of the young minister of Dali Temple is visiting."
Well, the servants and attendants in the mansion never dare to approach the couple when they are alone. Even reporting some things is different from other places. It can be said that it is a unique scene in the mansion.
When he heard that someone was coming to visit, Fang Xuanling stood up and said, as if he had been granted amnesty, "I have a distinguished guest coming to visit. I'll go and have a look."
Mrs. Lu was already used to him being like this. Fang Xuanling had a wide circle of friends in Chang'an, and people often came to visit her. Even though Mrs. Lu often said that they were just friends, she knew that she could not stop her husband from socializing.
At this time, he waved his hands impatiently and was about to let her husband leave, but then he frowned and said doubtfully: "Changsun Shunde? Isn't he a servant? Why did he go to Dali Temple to serve? Is he being reprimanded?
"
Fang Xuanling still wanted to fool him, but Mrs. Lu grabbed her sleeve. Looking at his wife's serious eyes, Fang Xuanling had no choice but to explain: "It's Changsun Wuji. He has just been promoted to the rank of Shaoqing of Dali Temple."
God, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I don't know why I came here today. I haven't had a greeting card sent to me before..."
Having said this, he himself became a little suspicious.
The old people in the Qin Prince's Palace have long since dispersed, and many people are still working in various places in Chang'an. However, everyone has their own scruples and will not get together easily. As time goes by, the friendship will actually fade.
In fact, if people in the officialdom are not involved in interests, family, family ties, etc., it is difficult to have any real friendship at all.
For example, Changsun Wuji had a rather detached status in the palace of Prince Qin back then. He actually represented the Changsun family and other interest groups who moved to Chang'an from Luoyang.
It was very different from counselors like Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui. The only person who could unite them closely was King Qin Li Shimin.
As soon as Li Shimin left, the fragile connection between them disappeared. In addition, they deliberately avoided each other, so the two had not seen each other for three or four years.
What was the reason for the sudden visit today? Fang Xuanling couldn't figure it out.
Lu's expression changed when she heard that it was Changsun Wuji, who was Li Erlang's uncle... He grabbed her husband tightly and refused to let him go, saying, "How about... I'll tell him about you
Not in the mansion?"
Fang Xuanling would not be influenced by his wife when it came to important matters. She thought for a moment and said, "It won't hurt to meet him now. Don't worry, I'll go and listen to what he has to say.
Now that he is the Young Minister of Dali Temple, if there is nothing important, he will definitely not come to the door in person. Even if I don't see you today, after I was transferred to Zhongshu, I can still avoid him, so what's the point?"
Mrs. Lu let go of her hand and said angrily: "Let's meet, let's meet. Anyway, you people just think that you are smarter than everyone else."
Fang Xuanling smiled and left the inner house with Shi Shiran behind his back. When walking to the front yard, he was still thinking that he and Changsun Wuji did not have much friendship. In the past, they were just working for the King of Qin.
Changsun Wuji was young, ambitious, and very talented. However, he was born into a powerful family and had a strong aura of aristocratic family. In addition, he was arrogant and arrogant, which made people look a little uncomfortable.
I was thinking about Changsun Wuji's personality and purpose of coming, and I had already made some general guesses in my mind.
However, when he came to the main hall and saw Changsun Wuji, he was still startled. The man's face was green and his lips were white from the cold. He huddled up in the main hall and asked the deacon of the house for a cloak to wrap tightly around him.
, Even so, I still shuddered.
Damn it... Fang Xuanling immediately cursed in his heart, why did the newly appointed young minister of Dali Temple become such a bear? He thought that this young man was so proud that his horse's hooves were in a hurry.
While I was stunned, the eldest son, Sun Wuji, had already stood up and said, "Wuji came here to make trouble. I hope Brother Fang won't take offense."
Changsun Wuji was also very helpless. Most of the people in the Buzhengfang were high-ranking officials, and he knew some of them. Maybe he came to visit like this, but no one allowed him to take shelter from the cold.
Fang Xuanling's home was not far from the residence of his eldest grandson, Shunde, so he thought about it and went to find it.
Fang Xuanling suppressed her surprise and quickly returned the gift, thinking to herself, are you being hunted or something? You look so embarrassed. If this had happened a few years ago, it might have been caused by the prince's party.