In fact, this little boy named Wang Ran has been secretly looking at Ah Chun who was meditating in the courtyard since he entered the house, with a look of admiration on his face.
It looks like he wants to practice martial arts.
Wei Changtian thought for a moment and then asked Li Suyue.
"Madam, have you ever taken him to have his pulse checked?"
"this……"
Li Suyue hesitated for a long time before answering in a low voice: "No, I don't want Ran'er to follow the path of his father again."
"..."
Wei Changtian understood instantly.
Perhaps in Li Suyue's view, her late husband would not be able to be a bodyguard if he did not practice cultivation. If he could not be a bodyguard, he would not encounter bandits and would not die.
This idea is correct, but she may not be able to think about it from another perspective - if her man does not practice cultivation, her life must be better than it is now?
This is the same reason that many wives in previous lives would complain that their husbands "only know how to work and don't know how to spend time with themselves."
Many things cannot be had at the same time. Gaining something must be accompanied by losing something.
Wei Changtian is not a person who likes to teach others, so he did not tell Li Suyue this at this moment and just nodded.
"I understand, that's fine."
"Well, I don't expect Ran'er to be very successful..."
Li Suyue sighed softly: "I just hope he is safe and sound."
…
Soon, Li Suyue took her son away gratefully, saying that she was going back to tidy up and would come to "work" in the afternoon.
Wei Changtian didn't care about this. Anyway, he only did this to create some contact opportunities for Zhang San and Li Suyue, and didn't expect the latter to do much work.
But Zhang San didn’t know the reason, so as soon as the mother and son left, he hurriedly asked:
"Sir, I am a rough man, why do I need others to take care of me?"
Wei Changtian did not answer directly, but asked with a smile: "What do you think of this woman Li Suyue?"
"What are you referring to, Master?"
"In all aspects."
"I don't dare to say for sure, but at the moment she seems to be a good wife and mother."
"What about your appearance?"
"Not bad."
"Um……"
Wei Changtian nodded, his smile even wider: "Zhang San, I heard from Wang Er that you are not married."
"this……"
Zhang San was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Master, don't you want to..."
"What do you think?"
Wei Changtian said noncommittally: "You are not young anymore. You can't stay single like this forever. If you think Li Suyue can do it, you might as well try to get in touch with her more."
"Of course, if you want to find a young lady, that's fine. I'll keep an eye on her for you in the future."
"..."
Zhang San never expected that Wei Changtian would actually want to find a wife for him, and his thoughts were quite complicated for a while.
As an outlaw, he basically spent the first half of his life on the run and committing crimes. It was not until Wang Er fished him out of the Dali Temple and joined the Freemasonry that he lived a relatively stable life.
And now there is actually a chance to start a family?
Although the girls in the brothel are all young, beautiful and skilled.
But Zhang San still yearns for something like "marrying a wife". After all, this kind of spiritual sustenance is particularly attractive to a person like him who has his head tied to his belt.
As for the fact that Li Suyue is a widow, he is not unable to accept it. As long as she can regenerate, other problems are not big.
"Sir, I..."
Zhang San, who had always been cold and cold, was a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a long time without saying anything.
"Hahaha!"
Wei Changtian didn't rush him, he just laughed and said: "This matter is not urgent, you can think about it slowly."
"If you two can really make it happen, I will personally be your witness when the time comes!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang San's eyes suddenly froze.
He opened his mouth but no words came out. He just bent down and bowed deeply to Wei Changtian.
…
…
afternoon.
After riding in a carriage for half an hour, Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen finally met Ning Qingyu, one of the four princes of Daning, "Prince Shun" at Prince Shun's Mansion.
A middle-aged man who looks sickly.
It is said that this prince likes poetry most and is very accomplished. He has written many widely read works.
If he had been allowed to ascend the throne at that time, he would probably be able to compete with the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty in his previous life.
But this is a good thing for Wei Changtian. After all, he is now considered a well-known figure in Daning's poetry circle, so he was warmly received by Ning Qingyu as soon as he arrived at the palace.
"I have heard the name of Wei Gongzi's poems for a long time, and now I can finally see them. It is really a great blessing!"
In the magnificent hall, Ning Qingyu was sitting at the main seat, with a smile on his face, without any airs that a prince should have.
Of course, no matter how Ning Qingyu behaves, Wei Changtian will definitely not be able to laugh.
"Your Majesty is so complimentary."
"Hahaha, Mr. Wei, there is no need to be too modest!"
Ning Qingyu reached out and pointed at a piece of writing behind him, and it turned out to be the song "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance" written on it.
"Based on this poem alone, the talent of the young master is better than 99% of the scholars in Daning!"
Indeed, if Li Bai himself were here, I guess none of you could compare to him.
Wei Changtian muttered to himself, but on the surface he still maintained a humble attitude and kept trying to divert the topic away from "poetry".
But Ning Qingyu was not interested in anything else at all. He couldn't talk more than a few words before returning to poetry, and seriously asked Wei Changtian how to write good poetry.
Wei Changtian doesn't know how to write poetry, let alone write good poetry.
He dealt with nonsense for a long time, but in the end he couldn't stand Ning Qingyu's repeated questions, so he said something perfunctorily.
“Good sentences are naturally made by nature, but they are found by chance by clever hands.”
Wei Changtian's original intention was to say that I rely entirely on copying to write poems and have no skills, so don't ask me.
But who would have thought that after Ning Qingyu heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he had received some treasure, and he immediately shouted to write it down.
"Come here! Go and get Ke'er!"
Cole?
Hearing this name, Wei Changtian's impatience disappeared and he became energetic instantly.
On the way here, Liang Zhen introduced him to Ning Qingyu's family situation in detail. He had no sons, only three unmarried daughters.
The oldest one is just eighteen years old this year, her name is Ning Yuke, and she is nicknamed "Rou'an".
Although I don’t know what Princess Rouan looks like, her status alone is enough to be attractive...
After finally traveling back in time, I still have to try "riding a princess" if I have the chance.
"Squeak~"
Soon, the door of the room slowly opened under Wei Changtian's expectant eyes, and a beautiful figure entered the room.
But at the same time, Wei Changtian's thoughts of "riding the princess" disappeared in an instant.
The reason is very simple, this Princess Rouan is not good looking.
In fact, it's not that she is ugly, the main thing is that she has a long scar on the left side of her face, which does look a bit ferocious at first glance.
Wei Changtian glanced at Liang Zhen who was also surprised, but at this moment, Ning Yuke, who had just entered the room, also trembled.
She hurriedly turned her back, and when she turned back she had a veil on her face.
"Father, Father, why didn't you say there was a visitor at home..."