But Xiao Han seems to have been used to this for a long time.
As for the penalty?
Do you have a salary yourself?
Xiao Han didn't even remember that he had received a salary! It is estimated that the group of grandchildren in the Ministry of Revenue also deliberately forgot about this matter.
As Li Shimin walked away again, the day's court meeting ended without any problems.
After the meeting, Xiao Han said goodbye to Cheng Yaojin and others, and walked leisurely to Sanyuan County in an ox cart.
This time, Xiao Han clearly learned the lesson from last time and specially strengthened the ropes of the bullock cart. At the same time, Xiaodong was strictly prohibited from driving the cart. Instead, he replaced a loyal and honest idiot to be responsible for driving. Although his brain was not very bright, he could not do it.
If you startle the cow again, you will be thrown into the ditch.
"Master Hou, we don't have to come to court for a month?"
After leaving Chang'an, a few people were a little bored on the way home. Seeing Xiao Han always looking at the roadside in a daze, Lazi couldn't help but speak, wanting to break the silence.
"Hey, I won't be here for a month."
When Xiao Han heard what Lengzi said, he sighed softly and looked back at Chang'an City, which was gradually disappearing from his field of vision. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"Isn't that great?"
The fool glanced at Xiao Han secretly, grinned deliberately and said: "Master Hou, you can't get up early in the first place! In order to ask you to go to court this morning, I threw three porcelain pillows belonging to the Duke of Yuchi. Hey, you didn't
See, the housekeeper’s face turned green.”
"Yeah, you almost opened my head. Fortunately, I hid quickly..." Xiaodong, who was following the bullock cart, also followed quietly at this time.
The idiot continued to grin: "Hehe! So, it's good not to go to court! We will be out for more than half a year this time, so we should rest at home! Besides, Ziyi... ahem, isn't the second lady still waiting for you?
!”
"That's right, that's right! Now that we have time, we can properly organize the wedding between you and the second wife!"
On the road, the two loyal servants talked about the interesting things that followed, and Xiao Han couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.
Although the enlightenment methods of these two idiots are indeed somewhat inferior, at this time, having such a caring heart is better than that person...
Thinking of this, Xiao Han couldn't help but think of what happened in the court today.
The smile that had just appeared on his face immediately solidified again. After a while, he smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and whispered softly: "If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change the heart of the old, but the heart of the old is revealed
Changeable."
"Huh?" After reading a few lines of poetry, a soft whine came from the side. It seemed that someone heard the verses recited by Xiao Han.
Xiao Han heard the soft sound, slowly opened his eyes, and casually glanced to the side, only to find that there was another bullock cart next to it.
"This bullock cart..." Looking at the bullock cart, Xiao Han frowned slightly.
This ox cart that appeared at an unknown time looks very old! The ash cart shafts are already a bit rotten, and the patterns that were supposed to be carved on the dim yellow body are no longer visible after so many years.
clear!
Even the two wheels are of different sizes. You can tell at a glance that they have been replaced more than once, and you don't know how long you have been traveling before you have to replace so many wheels.
If this bullock cart is old enough, then the two old people sitting on it are undoubtedly older than the cart.
It's easier to say that the driver is a man. Although his beard and hair are all white, judging from his rosy face, he must be in his seventies at most.
But the man in the car was definitely the oldest old man Xiao Han had ever seen in Datang!
His body was very thin, and he looked much fatter with the green gown draped around him. His exposed skinny arm was covered with dark brown age spots.
Just when Xiao Han was looking at the old man, the old man was also smiling at Xiao Han.
However, all the teeth in his mouth have long since fallen out, making his smile somewhat uncomfortable.
And in fact, not only did the old man have teeth, he didn't even have much hair. The only remaining white hair was neatly combed behind his back. Only a pair of eyes were as clear as stars!
"Who is this gentleman?"
I don't know why, but when Xiao Han saw the old man for the first time, he had a good feeling in his heart for no reason.
There is no reason, no reason, as if it was born this way!
"Ha ha……"
The old man grinned a few times with a flat mouth, and did not answer Xiao Han's words. Instead, he pointed at him and asked: "Baby, the poem you just read was good, was it you who wrote it?"
"Yes..." Xiao Han nodded subconsciously, but when he saw the old man's clear eyes, he shook his head for some reason and said: "It was written by a gentleman named Nalan Xingde, not a student."
"Oh?" The old man smiled again, and he smiled happily: "No wonder I heard that the original meaning of the poem should be words of resentment between men and women, but you read it as a sign of depression. This is not good!"
"Haha, the student was feeling depressed, so he casually borrowed the poems of the sages to express his feelings, but the old gentleman laughed." Xiao Han smiled bitterly upon hearing this, cupped his hands in front of the old man, and casually misinterpreted the emotions expressed in other people's poems. This is indeed not the behavior of a scholar.
"It doesn't matter." However, the old man seemed to be open-minded, waving his hands gently, and still looking at Xiao Han with his eyes: "Baby, what is so annoying? Tell the old man, let me enlighten you, at such a young age.
I am sad and sad. When you reach the old man's age, don't you want to die of sorrow?"
"this……"
Xiao Han hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Let the old man worry about it. This is the student's own private matter, and the student will think about it himself."
"Haha, don't believe me?" The old man looked at Xiao Han, and a hint of Noah appeared on his old face.
"No..." Xiao Han shook his head and said, "The old gentleman is not among them and will not understand the students' thoughts."
"That's not necessarily true." The old man blinked: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't understand?"
"I told you, you may not understand!" Xiao Han replied with a smile.
"Then I said, as long as you tell me, I will definitely understand?"
"You are not me, how can you understand my sorrow?"
"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know your worries?"
“If you don’t know it yourself, others don’t know it either!”
“If you don’t worry about others, you don’t know yourself; when you worry, you don’t know others.”
An old man and a young man were playing riddles to each other on two bullock carts running side by side. Lunzi and Xiaodong were left scratching their heads.
I understood every word they said, but why did I feel like I didn't know what every word meant?
"Master Hou, why don't we walk faster and get rid of this old man?" The fool said secretly to Xiao Han with a puzzled face.
"Snapped!"
The old man driving the car next to him raised his whip and slapped the fool next to him. The fool was so frightened that he shivered and shut up quickly.
