Before some things could be explained clearly, Xu Zizhen kept some secrets for the time being. After saying that, he left first, but before leaving, he thought of something again and turned around and asked: "Master Qi, do you know where Liuli went? ?”
Zhao Gouqi said: "Didn't she tell you? Taoist priest Xuanyi took her to Hejian Mansion. She should be able to return in a short time."
Xu Zizhen found a map and looked at it. He couldn't help being shocked. Hejian Mansion was actually in the northeast corner of Zhending, which had long been captured by the Jin. What was Shui Liuli doing there? But Zhao Gou said that Xuan Yi said As the leader of the team, he didn't have much to say. He could only say helplessly: "My wife is missing. As a husband, I don't know where she went. I have to come to ask you. What a failure."
Zhao Gou laughed, patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, there is no danger in going there this time. Besides, the director is here, and..." He made a rare joke, "If you had made Miss Liuli pregnant earlier, Hi, naturally she doesn't have to go out."
Xu Zizhen laughed dryly: "I'll try my best, ha, try my best."
Zhao Gou's smile grew thicker: "If you can become a father at this time next year, maybe you and I can have a son and a daughter."
"Master Qi, please praise me, I..." Xu Zizhen was just halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He raised his head and said in shock, "Master Qi... is the princess pregnant?"
"Exactly." Zhao Gou nodded, the pride in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.
Xu Zizhen quickly clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Ah, congratulations to the seventh master!"
Zhao Gou said: "I will make an appointment with you first. Then both men and women will worship you as their teacher."
Xu Zizhen was shocked. Damn it, do you want me to be the emperor's teacher? But he knew himself and could only bluff people with his own level. He might as well forget about being a serious teacher, so as not to mislead his disciples.
He was about to refuse in a hurry, but Zhao Gou didn't allow him to say more, and drove him out with a smile: "I have a lot of trivial matters on my desk, so I won't send it to you."
Lin Chaoying was holding her riding whip at the door and looking at the sky. She didn't know what she was thinking. When she turned around and saw Xu Zizhen walking out with a depressed face, she couldn't help being stunned and asked softly: "Why, were you scolded by His Highness Prince Kang?"
Xu Zizhen shook his head: "I didn't do anything, why is he scolding me?"
"Then what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, Master Qi made an agreement with me that his children will become their teacher in the future."
Lin Chaoying said curiously: "This is a good thing, why are you worried?"
Xu Zizhen curled his lips and said nothing. How could Lin Chaoying know that Zhao Gou would be the emperor in the future? Then he would be the emperor's master. But history clearly said that Zhao Gou was the last one. The most capable Emperor Xiaozong in the Southern Song Dynasty was not at all. His son, if in the future his son has a good thing and a bad thing, he, the imperial master, will be in a terrible situation.
Xu Zizhen was silent on the way back. He was not debating whether to be the emperor's master or not, but thinking about his actions after going to Bianjing. Zhao Gou's son was still in his belly, so he would have to worry about it in the future.
It's not yet noon, and Mo Li'er has already gone to work in the shop. Kou Qiaoyi is not here either, probably to buy sheepskins and hire wives. The huge Xu Mansion only has a few servants, so it is very quiet.
When Xu Zizhen came to the backyard, he went to Wen Xian's room first. As fate would have it, from Suzhou to Lanzhou and then to Henan, the lovers finally got married. Xu Zizhen's wish came true last night, so why not Wen Xian?
The dark green ghost girl was not there. Xu Zizhen gently opened the door and saw Wen Xian sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. The sunlight shined on her face through the window, casting a faint light on her pretty face.
The light shines like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world. The coolness and aloofness of the past are no longer there, and now all she has is gentleness and quietness, just like her name.
Xu Zizhen was stunned for a moment, standing at the door and staring at the painting-like scenery in front of him.
Wen Xian vaguely felt someone behind her. She turned around and saw Xu Zizhen. Her cheeks turned slightly red, but her eyes were full of happiness. She put down the book in her hand and stood up, lowering her head and calling softly:
"Xu Lang, you...are you back?"
Xu Zizhen seemed to be awakened, came to his senses, walked over and gently took her hand, and said with a smile: "Madam, why don't you sleep more? Does it still hurt?"
Wen Xian's face became increasingly red. She had her first period last night, and the pain was unavoidable during the process of transforming from a girl into a young woman. However, I don't know whether it was Xu Zizhen's skill or her physical problem, but the pain only lasted for a moment.
Then she forgot about it, and she was completely enjoying the transcendent joy and pleasure.
It was okay if Xu Zizhen didn't say anything. When he mentioned this, she was naturally ashamed and glared at Xu Zizhen angrily.
But Xu Zizhen didn't seem to realize it, and continued: "You sit down for a while, and I'll ask the cook to stew some red date soup for you to replenish your qi and blood." He turned around and left.
Wen Xian was ashamed and angry, so she grabbed him and said, "There's no need to talk too much. Dark Green has already been prepared by the cook."
Xu Zizhen scratched his head and said with a dry laugh: "Oh, I don't care about this. I hope you can forgive me more."
Wen Xian did not continue this embarrassing topic and asked: "Aren't you going to the academy today? Why are you here again?"
Xu Zizhen said: "I asked Dean Jiang for a big leave. Duoqi Zhuoma and the others are still waiting for me in Bianjing. I have to prepare to go there."
Wen Xian frowned: "Are you going there now?"
"Yes, it's better to die early than to be reborn... Oh, I'm talking about that old bastard Liang Shicheng."
"That's not what I meant. It's just that you shouldn't go there by yourself."
Xu Zizhen was startled: "What do you mean? Didn't you agree to it yesterday?"
Wen Xian rolled her eyes at him angrily: "When did I say you were going to go immediately? You don't even think about it. Thief Liang has not yet been tried, but now he is still one person below ten thousand people. If you go there rashly, I am afraid you will still be killed."
The Holy One plotted against me without even meeting him."
"Hiss...then what should I do?" Xu Zizhen took a breath of air. Wen Xian was right. Although Duoqi Zhuoma came to Beijing, it was still unknown how Zhao Huan would deal with it. He was still too impatient.
Didn't think it through.
Wen Xian said: "You don't have to do anything, just sit back and wait. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Have a peaceful reunion dinner at home. Just do whatever you need to do. The Holy Spirit will naturally summon you to the capital to see him."
Xu Zizhen asked curiously: "How did you know that he would take the initiative to see me? Oh, I know, you asked Master Yong to suggest it to Zhao Huan, right?"
Wen Xian smiled slightly: "There is no need for others to tell. It is related to the diplomatic relations between those countries and the Song Dynasty. If the Holy Emperor wants to know their future actions, in addition to asking gods for divination, he naturally comes to ask you, a half-immortal body born with psychic powers.
Already."
"Yes!" Xu Zizhen slapped him. Zhao Huan had no doubt that he was a half-immortal. What's more, he knew that Tubo, Xixia, and Xiliao had a good relationship with him. Who else could he look for if he didn't look for him? And if nothing else happened, he should still look for him.
Just look for it quietly so that Liang Shicheng won't notice.