Standing in the study room of the Imperial Master's Mansion, Gongsun Linglong looked at the neatly tidied desk and sighed silently.
There are many books here. Looking at the bookshelves, the books are spotless.
There is a clothes hanger standing near the door. The wooden handle of the clothes hanger is very round and slightly reflective in broad daylight.
Gongsun Linglong looked around here and lowered his head to look at this case. The pen and ink still had very new traces, and it seemed that someone used them every day.
She guessed that it should be the old gentleman outside the door.
"Mr. Lu Yan, a student of the famous Gongsun family, Linglong, will become the seventh generation of famous people, revitalize the declining famous people, and live up to the beautiful talk of Mr. Taiyishan exchanging letters with my father."
She stood in front of this writing desk, bowed her head and saluted, "Heaven and earth are related to what they produce, and things are like things. Things are what they belong to, but they are not more than what they are. That's what the husband's name is, what it means."
The purpose of his life is to teach people to actively explore the objective existence of heaven and earth, the creation of heaven and earth, the nature of the world, and how to correctly understand the objective world.
The name of a famous person is an appropriate and tested way of understanding people's objective existence. I sincerely wish to dedicate this small life to becoming a true famous person, to carry out my legacy, and to never regret it even after nine deaths."
Outside the study room, Hui Liang Yi's sunken eye sockets were shimmering with light.
The situation of famous families is almost in name only. It is amazing that the Gongsun family has such a descendant.
Gongsun Linglong stepped out of the room and saluted Hui Liang Yi, "Old sir, Linglong has been bothering you for a long time, and I have made you worry. I have fulfilled my wish, and I don't dare to bother you anymore, sir. I leave."
"Famous master, do you have any other famous names?"
She had just taken one step when she heard Hui Liang Yi's hoarse and deep voice.
"Didn't the old gentleman recognize famous people in the past few decades?"
"I just heard something from the adults. The girl is so spirited. If the adults can see her, he will be pleased."
"Mr. Lu Yan..."
Gongsun Linglong didn't say anything more and walked out of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
Hui Liangyi walked into Lu Yan's study, almost closing his eyes, and flipped out a stack of books on the innermost bookshelf - "Huizi" and Lu Yan's reading notes.
"Little girl from the Gongsun family, I am waiting to see how you will become a famous contemporary name."
He is the sixth generation disciple of the famous master. That is to say, in his generation, Gongsun Longzi passed away, and the famous master was in chaos. Since then, he has lost his name. The famous master's theory has become a shallow talk, falling behind the ranks of hundreds of schools of thought.
Hui Liangyi sat down on the floor in the study room and opened Lu Yan's reading notes.
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Xianyang City, Zilanxuan.
The business of Zilanxuan has been very bad recently, because everyone knows that the widow of the Imperial Master, Mrs. Nongyu, has returned here.
As a result, this romantic place where people usually go for fun and entertainment suddenly lost its guests.
Hu Hui had no complaints about this situation. After all, she was his niece. She was willing to come back, so how could an aunt not be willing to come back? However, the whole matter of Lu Yan's death was completely incomprehensible to him.
Unlike her sister Hu Quan, Hu Hui had a little knowledge of some aspects of calculation. She could see that Lu Yan's sudden death was unreasonable in every way.
"Nongyu, tell the truth to my aunt, is Mr. Lu Yan still alive?"
In a side room, Hu Hui took Nong Yu's hand, stood close to her, and asked in a low voice.
"Auntie, my husband is indeed dead."
"Oh, you are trying to scare me to death." Hu Hui grabbed both of Nongyu's hands and stared into her eyes, "You think your aunt doesn't understand you. Mr. Lu Yan is really dead. You
Can you live alone?"
Nongyu's eyebrows moved but she said nothing.
"Tsk, hey! Then let me ask you, where did Master Kuang Xiu go? He didn't come back for two months in a row.
That time the nets rushed in with murderous intent to arrest people, but it was you who stepped in to hold them back.
You came back suddenly without saying a word, so there must have been some arrangements.
Mr. Lu Yan must not be dead, he just disappeared. Please tell my aunt where Kuang Xiu is."
Nongyu was originally surprised by her aunt's keenness, but after hearing a few more sentences, her eyes became more and more strange.
Originally it was Hu Hui who grabbed Nong Yu's hand, but now it was Nong Yu who grabbed Hu Hui's hand, her starry eyes full of suspicion, "Auntie, you, Master?"
"Huh? I, Master Kuang Xiu, what's wrong?" Hu Hui's charming fox eyes blinked twice unnaturally.
"Ha!" Nongyu suddenly let go of his hand, turned away and smiled.
No, this one is my master, the other is my aunt, this...
Hu Hui shook off Nong Yu's hand, stamped her feet and stood up quickly, her eyes wandering, but she quickly calmed down.
She breathed a sigh of relief and still sat down next to Nong Yu, "The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, nothing else. Let's talk about Mr. Lu Yan first."
Nongyu covered her mouth and smiled so hard that her eyes were crooked, "My husband is not dead, so don't worry. Okay, aunt, tell me about the situation between you and the master."
"No, since Mr. Lu Yan is not dead, what kind of scene is this? Now the whole world knows that Lu Yan is dead, and you are a widow. What big thing did he do to leave you alone?"
Hu Hui was very anxious. At the beginning, she thought that Lu Yan was a reliable man and would treat Nongyu well. But now, he was so nice that she couldn't understand it at all.
"Okay~" Nong Yu stretched out her hand to hold her down and smiled, "I know where your husband has been and what he has been doing. I even shoulder the heavy responsibility he asked me to do. Don't worry too much. I
I still want to know about you and Master, auntie."
"What's there to say?" Hu Hui frowned and turned away her face slightly.
silence.
She suddenly slapped the table and said bitterly: "Are these men who play the piano just dead wood? I am a great beauty, the hostess of Zilanxuan. I often ask for help and make wine myself. Do you still want me?"
Say it yourself! Humph~"
The willow eyebrows are stained with anger, the charming eyes are evil and shy, and the plump cheeks are flushed.
Nong Yu turned sideways slightly and squinted at her aunt, who was in her forties. She acted like a pregnant girl at the moment.
But, all the men who play the piano?
"Auntie, the men you mentioned playing the piano, could it be that one is the master and the other is Gao Jianli."
"Gao Jianli ~ Yes, that's Gao Jianli. That's not dead wood, he's just a dead block of ice."
As Hu Hui spoke, he picked up the tea next to him and drank it directly.
"Well... anyway~" She pursed her lips, her eyebrows relaxed, and her tone returned to its original tone, as gentle as water, "Master Kuang Xiu, when will he come back."
Nongyu sighed and met her eyes, "Auntie, do you know what it means for a man like Master, who looks down on the world and has feelings for the waves, to choose to stay in one place for a long time."
"...you said...haha~"
Hu Hui's eyes flashed, and she leaned on the case with a smile.
Nong Yu didn't know how to describe her mood at this moment, helpless or relieved? Anyway, it felt weird.
Suddenly, her expression changed.
There's someone outside the door!
"Hoo~" The compartment door opened.
Kuang Xiu took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Miss Hui, I'm back."