After the righteous Teng Tianhan left, Mr. An returned to the main room. When Mrs. An saw him coming back, she stood up and asked the nanny beside her to get down.
"Yun Ya is gone?"
Mr. An kicked off the clogs on his feet, sat on the Arhat bed with five blessings and longevity carved on it, and said, "Let's go, this kid has given me a problem."
"What?" Mrs. An handed over a cup of tea and sat on the other side of the kang table.
Mr. An showed a helpless smile and told Qin Liuxi's life experience.
Mrs. An exclaimed: "She is Qin Yuanshan's granddaughter. This is terrible. The saint hates Qin Yuanshan. I went to pay my respects to the Queen a while ago, and I also heard that the saint was still worried about the sacrifice last year.
"
"So it's a problem. The saint valued this sacrifice, but something went wrong again. It would be strange if Qin Yuanshan could not be sent into exile. If Concubine Meng hadn't given birth to a little prince last year, and to accumulate blessings for him, all the female relatives would have to follow him.
." Mr. An said: "And Teng Yunya wants to overturn this case and get Qin Yuanshan and the others back."
"Is this priest really framed?" Mrs. An was a little curious.
Mr. An chuckled: "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, even if it's true, it's because his skills are inferior to others, it's fate. In this officialdom, among political opponents, are there not enough such things?"
As the saying goes, where there are rivers and lakes, there will be fights, and the same is true in officialdom. There are countless disputes in this deep sea that thousands of students yearn for.
Qin Yuanshan is just a victim of factional fighting. He has never been the only one, and he will not be the last one.
It can only be said that I fell into this fate because my own methods were not as good as those of my opponents, so I fell into a trap and lost.
And he is not the most unjust one. If you think about the fight for the heirloom, whichever party loses, the one who takes advantage of the wrong treasure will lose his head.
"What do you think? Speaking of which, our An family has indeed accepted this young master's kindness." Mrs. An said.
Mr. An: "If he has the ability to find out, he just needs to investigate. As long as he doesn't wrongly accuse anyone, I don't care what he does. Finding out the truth is originally the responsibility of Dali Temple."
Mrs. An understood that this was just a promise to facilitate him.
Mr. An said again: "How is Yi'er?"
"He was sleeping very deeply and was drooling." Mrs. An said angrily: "This brat scared us. When he wakes up, we will definitely beat him and teach him a lesson."
Mr. An said with a dark face: "He is just spoiled by you. He hangs out with those little dudes all day long, and almost brings disaster to the family. Fortunately, there is no danger. His temper needs to be restrained.
, we will send him back to the Peking University camp to calm down, so as not to cause trouble next time, but we are not so lucky every time."
Mrs. An felt a little distressed when she heard this and said: "It's too hard in Beidaying. We also have Baojiaxian in our family, so we won't attract any dirty things."
Mr. An scolded: "A loving mother often loses her son. He is already ten years old and is still ignorant. Does he want to go to heaven? Madam, don't always expect Baojiaxian. You have forgotten what the young master said. If our family doesn't
Well, I can’t keep this Baojiaxian, it will leave.”
Mrs. An shut up.
"Besides, please restrain the servants more about this matter today and don't talk nonsense." Mr. An said, "Don't spread it to the palace either."
"What do you mean, sir?"
Mr. An sighed and said: "The sage has known the destiny of the year, and he has been appointed prince for many years. Once the Wanshou Festival is over, it will probably be even hotter. In this spring period, the water in the capital is very mixed, as you know.
"
Mrs. An was silent.
Every spring is the time for the powerful to win over these Jinshi. Now that the prince is older, this year's Jinshi is even more popular, and they all want to get more help for themselves.
"The older this person gets, the more afraid he will be." Mr. An said in a low voice: "Who wouldn't want to know that there is a way to prolong life and live forever? In the past, the great ancestor... just didn't mention it for the sake of longevity."
Mrs. An was shocked.
She understands what Mr. An means, that is, he is afraid that today's saints want to live forever and make the people miserable, and she is also afraid of causing trouble to Qin Liuxi.
Alas, even the otherworldly Taoists cannot escape from mundane matters.
Teng Mansion.
When Teng Tianhan returned to his mansion, he first went to pay his respects to his mother. He mentioned that his eldest son had also returned to Beijing, but he just had to serve his master and preach and study the Dharma, so it was not convenient for him to come home.
Mrs. Teng said quietly: "Since you also said that the child's relationship is weak, you let him become a disciple and become a Taoist. Let him go. There are many monks who have ended their mortal ties."
He didn't care at all whether Teng Zhao came back or not.
Teng Tianhan felt a little cold in his heart, so he reluctantly said yes, and put down the hand that was holding the purse again. He didn't take out the spiritual fruit, said a few words and left.
When he returned to his main room, Mr. Wen was still reading. When he saw him coming back, he went to wait on him.
Teng Tianhan said: "You are pregnant, so there is no need to work hard. Just let the maid come up and take care of you. Just rest."
Mrs. Wen still smiled and took off his overcoat, and said: "After I came back, I thought about it. Zhao'er is not at home, so he can't eat it for a long time. I thought about sending him a monthly payment every month, so as not to worry about it.
He practices hard in a Taoist temple and also makes several sets of clothes, what do you think?"
"It's not necessary, just give them once a year. As for the clothes, I heard from his master that there will be a special shop to tailor them. If you are willing, just make two sets of inner clothes." Teng Tianhan felt a little warmer.
"good."
Teng Tianhan took out his purse, took out a piece of fruit, and said, "Open your mouth."
Mrs. Wen was puzzled, but she still opened her mouth obediently. Seeing him stuffing a fragrant fruit into her mouth, she couldn't help but blush. She subconsciously bit it, and the sweetness entered her throat. It was so sweet that she had never tasted it so good.
What about the fruit to eat?
"What kind of fruit is this? It's so delicious."
Teng Tianhan said: "It's a spiritual fruit from the deep mountains. Zhao'er gave it to me. It's very precious and good for the body, but there are only a few of them. Don't tell anyone about it." After a pause, he added: "My mother's side too.
Don't say it."
Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously: "Is mother angry that Zhao'er won't come home?"
Teng Tianhan's eyes were a little sad, and he said: "When Zhao'er came back in the past, he cried day and night and was very upset. I guess he felt that the child was no longer kissable. It doesn't matter, it's not hard to force the relationship. Now the child is doing well.
That's enough. Even if he doesn't come, he won't be treated poorly."
Teng Zhao: Do you think I care?
Mrs. Wen stretched out her hand, held his hand, and said warmly: "Don't be sad, aren't we the parents of this person?"
"Um."
At this time, Teng Zhao lifted the curtain to see the shaft of the car and asked: "Why is the road back to Jiuxuan Auction Hall such a long detour? It has taken so long for us to arrive."
The driver hurriedly replied: "I'm going back to the little Taoist priest, because there will be Jinshi parading in the Chunwei Hall test tomorrow, the route has been decided, and the people from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division are also clearing the roadblocks, so we have to make a detour."
Hearing this, Teng Zhao stopped talking. Just as he was about to put down the car curtain, he looked up and frowned: "Stop the car."
