It was a rare trip to visit her close friends from back then. Pei Shuying was in a very good mood in the carriage. She didn't know why she was in such a happy mood today.
Is it because I met Li Huairen of Dongshan Temple?
Maybe not.
The carriage stopped, and the maid's voice and the concierge's greeting came from outside. Pei Shuying picked up her trousers and carefully got out of the carriage, and walked slowly into the house, still thinking... maybe it was because of the different circumstances.
For more than ten years before, I had been alone in my empty boudoir, while Princess Nanyang was singing harmoniously with Yu Wenshi and the harp, which made me feel sad.
But now, Yu Wenshi abandoned his wife and son and married another daughter of the Li Tang clan, and Princess Nanyang lost her husband and son and fled to a Buddhist temple... But she was able to reunite with her husband and reunite with each other.
"Father." Pei Shuying saluted seriously, "Today my daughter and her party from Dongshan Temple..."
Before he finished speaking, Pei Shiju's hand holding the cup froze in the air.
"Although Princess Nanyang has escaped into Buddhism, she is still in good health."
After a while, Pei Shiju's hoarse voice sounded, "You went to see Nanyang..."
"Yes." Pei Shuying chuckled and said, "Although she is a former Sui princess, a saint is not like a thief, so she will not punish her like this."
Of course, Yang Guang and Li Yuan are cousins. Naturally, they will not kill all the children of the former Sui clan like Dou Jiande... Even Yang Guang's grandson, Yuwen Shiji and Princess Nanyang's son Yuwen Zen Master
kill.
"I also met Princess Pingyang and the Prince Consort at Dongshan Temple today." Pei Shuying said with great interest: "By the way, there is also Li Huairen of Dongshan Temple. Princess Pingyang came to pay her respects today."
Pei Shiju stared blankly at his only daughter and put his hand on his forehead, feeling a little headache.
"I heard from Princess Pingyang today that Li Huairen is not only a world-famous poet, good at medicine, but also an unparalleled counselor." Pei Shuying clicked her tongue and said, "I heard that he was granted the title of Duke of Guantao County for planning the war in Shandong."
"Yes." Pei Shiju moved the tea cup to his mouth, "This boy is indeed remarkable. He can be called a young hero."
"Father, if I can worship him as my master one day..."
"Pfft...cough cough cough!" Pei Shiju spurted out all the tea he had just drank, and burst into a violent cough, "cough cough cough cough..."
"Father, father!" Pei Shuying hurriedly came up to support Pei Shiju, "Father, why is this?"
After a while, Pei Shiju calmed down. After all, there were more than seventy people. He shook his head tremblingly and said: "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate..."
"Isn't it right?" Pei Shuying said in surprise: "Li Huairen calls Princess Pingyang the third sister, and is regarded by the saint as his nephew. Even if he comes from a side branch, he is considered to be of noble status."
Pei Shiju looked away, "That's true, but I'm still young now, let's talk about it later... By the way, who else did you see at Dongshan Temple today?"
Pei Shuying shook her head, but then added: "There is also Li Huairen's mother, Mrs. Zhu. This woman has a good relationship with Princess Pingyang, but she has a cold temperament."
Pei Shiju's cheeks moved, could he not be cold?!
"By the way, father, is Li Huairen a branch of the Li family in Longxi?" Pei Shuying asked curiously.
"He is very close to the Danyang and Anyi families of the Li family in Longxi." Pei Shiju responded ambiguously and sighed in his heart. His daughter was smart since she was a child, but after she got married, her husband was exiled to Lingnan and refused to go out for more than ten years.
With such a temperament, in her thirties, she still looks like a woman in her teens, without any scheming.
After chatting with her father for a while, Pei Shuying got up and left, returning to her small courtyard. This place was located at the far side of the backyard of the Pei Mansion. The location was not very good, but it did not have much interaction with other courtyards. It was mainly for Li Dewu's sake.
Considering face... Although except for Pei Shuying herself, everyone in the Pei family feels that Li Dewu has actually given up on face for a long time.
"The husband is back so early." Pei Shuying went to visit her son first, but she saw Li Dewu sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the sleeping baby.
"I heard that Madam is going out to visit friends today?" Li Dewu stood up with a smile.
"Visiting Nanyang today." Pei Shuying sighed quietly: "The suffering in Nanyang is even worse than mine..."
Li Dewu naturally understood this sentence. At that time, Pei Shuying still had hope, but Nanyang had no hope... And at the foot of Dongshan, there was another one similar to Nanyang.
"By the way, I met that Li Huairen today." Pei Shuying sat by the dressing table, "What a good man. Before he became weak, he was awarded the title of county prince."
Li Dewu turned around, his face a little stiff. He felt that he had worked hard enough, but why did he let the other party climb up step by step every time?
From becoming famous in Shandong, to ranking first among Jinshi scholars, to becoming a county magistrate...at every turning point of Li Shan, there is the shadow of Li Dewu everywhere behind him.
However, these thoughts only flashed through Li Dewu's mind. What he is most worried about now is... has he betrayed the gang?
The next moment, Li Dewu almost lost his mind.
"Li Huairen is really good-looking, very handsome." Pei Shuying looked puzzled, "I seem to have seen him somewhere."
Li Dewu pursed his lips tightly. Li Shan looked very similar to him when he was a boy. Yu Wenshiji first found out Li Shan's identity because of his suspicion because of his appearance.
Although Li Shan has changed his core now, and his clothes, hair bun, and sideburns have slightly different changes from this era, but after all, there is no way to change his face.
"Father mentioned that Li Huairen is a branch of the Li family in Longxi..." Pei Shuying didn't think much about it, "Maybe I met him in the previous court... Does Mr. Lang know who Li Huairen's father and ancestors are?"
"I'm not sure..." Li Dewu's face turned pale.
"He is not only talented in poetry, but also good at medicine and planning. Pingyang also praised him as a general." Pei Shuying said with a smile: "If the great man can worship him as his teacher in the future..."
"I can't make up my mind!" Li Dewu blurted out.
Pei Shuying turned around and said in surprise: "Mr. Lang, why?"
Li Dewu felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he couldn't find anything to say for a while. He couldn't say that his seniority was wrong, right?!
"Father just now said it was inappropriate..." Pei Shuying blinked, "Is it related to the situation between North Korea and China?"
"Yes, yes...yes." Li Dewu responded randomly for a few times, then suddenly realized, "Father-in-law, what he said was inappropriate?"
Pei Shuying nodded and was about to ask something when the baby on the bed woke up and started crying.
There was chaos in the room, and several maids rushed to help. Suddenly, a maid reported outside the door... Li Dewu seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and it was Pei Shiju who called him.
Li Dewu walked out of the room with one foot and one foot at a time. Li Dewu took a deep breath before stepping through the door, "My son-in-law pays homage to my father-in-law."
His father-in-law did not allow Dalang to accept Li Shan as his teacher, and immediately summoned him. Li Dewu was thinking in his mind, would his father-in-law have already found out?
Pei Shiju sat cross-legged on the futon, waved his hand slightly to dismiss the servants, and said softly: "Shuying and his party from Dongshan Temple have met Li Huairen and the Zhu family today."
Li Dewu, who was still bent over, was stunned, fell to his knees, and buried his head deeply.
I will write more in the past few days, and I will update more on the premise of retaining a certain amount of manuscripts.