After Li Longqian left Ling Yuanzhou's study, Ling Yuanzhou stood in front of the desk in silence for a long time. Then he slowly sat on the chair and continued to review the unread memorials. Li Longqian was humming a ditty and swaying.
He ran leisurely to his room, but left
Less than ten steps later, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared from both sides of the path. Li Longqian looked at the beautiful figure and was stunned for a moment, then touched his nose and smiled: "Your girl stays up in the middle of the night and wanders around. If you are caught by that man in the house,
If your servant sees it, won’t he gossip about the two of us?”
"Stop talking nonsense, what did you say to my father?" Ling Shiqing rolled her eyes at Li Longqian and asked anxiously.
"How about what?" Li Longqian was stunned for a moment and asked.
"Stop pretending, what did you tell my father about me going out to learn martial arts? I also told you that if I can't leave this city lord's mansion, you don't want to go out to find your sweetheart." Ling Shi was very affectionate.
He looked at Li Longqian unreasonably and shouted.
"Why are you so unreasonable? What does it have to do with me not going out to learn martial arts from you?" Li Longqian asked helplessly.
"Humph, I'm not being unreasonable anymore. In this city lord's palace, I am the reason, and no one can refute it." Ling Shiqing looked up at her fair neck and replied with a face full of arrogance. That look reminded Li Longqian.
Jiang Chengcheng’s youngest daughter, Jiang Youfu, once upon a time,
Jiang Youfu also said this to him, but she never dared to say it again. If Li Longqian hadn't wanted to leave Le'an City as soon as possible, Li Longqian might have stayed in the city lord's mansion for a while.
, teach this arrogant young lady a lesson.
"I don't know what your father is thinking, but I told him that if he doesn't let you go out to learn martial arts, I will take you as a concubine. When you become my concubine, I guess you won't be like you are today.
Then you talked to me." Li Longqian replied seriously, and then walked towards his room at a leisurely pace.
Ling Shiqing stood there and reacted for a moment, then stared at Li Longqian with those watery eyes and shouted: "Why are you so shameless? I asked you to convince my father, not to talk to my father."
Regarding concubinage, who wants to be your concubine?"
"It's not your fault. I grabbed the hydrangea. Everyone in Le'an City knows that if you don't marry me, others will think there's something wrong with you. But then no one will dare to marry you. You still have to marry that He Zi'ang.
"Li Longqian replied without knowing it, and then slowly disappeared from Ling Shiqing's sight.
"Why are you such a scoundrel!"
Ling Shiqing stomped her feet and cursed in the direction of Li Longqian, and then ran towards her boudoir with a resentful look on her face. She originally wanted to ask Li Longqian to help her get out of the city lord's mansion, but now she is fine, inexplicably.
She still has to be someone else's concubine, how can Ling Shiqing not feel resentful.
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At midnight, it is the third watch.
The sky is like a veil covering it. It is not bright yet, but there is still a little bit of light, but this light is far less refreshing than when the morning sun comes out.
All the men, women and children of the Ming Dynasty gathered around a carriage. In Ming Leyou's memory, he had never seen his grandfather in official uniform, but when he saw it today, he was very energetic and seemed much younger.
Ming Yongshou was wearing official uniform and walked out of the house with vigorous steps. The messy beard on his face was now tidied up by his servants. Today was a big day for the Ming Mansion.
Mr. Ming, who had not gone to court in fifteen years, unexpectedly came to court without being called. When the old servant in front of the Ming Mansion saw Ming Yongshou's appearance, he grinned, as if he had returned to
When I first came to the Ming Mansion, the Ming Mansion was still in Chang'an City. The master would leave the Ming Mansion in his official attire at the fifth watch of the day every day. Although the late emperor once said that the prince's master did not have to go to court every day, but Ming Dynasty
Yongshou still went to court in the morning without missing a day. Later in the Ming Dynasty, Yongshou stopped going to court. He could not go to the court of the late emperor, and even more so to the emperor's court now.
"Do we have to go there?" Ming Wenshi stepped forward to help Ming Yongshou and asked in a low voice.
"Go and have a look. If I don't go, they will forget about me, an old man." Ming Yongshou replied with a smile.
"Father, why are you bothering them?" Ming Wenshi looked embarrassed. Although he knew he couldn't stop his father, he still wanted to try.
"If I don't make it difficult for them, then no one can really make it difficult for them. If you are afraid that I will offend someone, then stop doing this job like you, the Vice Minister of Zhongshu. Anyway, our Ming family will not be short of your salary."
Ming Yongshou replied very domineeringly, then shook off Ming Wenshi's hand and stepped onto the carriage.
"Hey." Ming Wenshi looked at the carriage and sighed helplessly. Ming Leyou stood beside Ming Wenshi. He didn't know why his father sighed. Could it be that going to court has become a matter of losing his head?
After a moment, the carriage disappeared from people's sight. Ming Wenshi shook his head and ran towards the Ming Mansion. Ming Leyou followed closely behind Ming Wenshi.
"Today you go to see your mother, and tomorrow when your grandfather comes back, you say goodbye to him, and then go out to study." Ming Wenshi whispered, looking ahead with his hands behind his back.
"I know." Mingleyou agreed.
Ming Wenshi turned around and looked at Ming Leyou, then sighed helplessly, and then said softly: "You have the same temperament as your mother, you are too easy-going, it seems that you can take whatever others say and you don't know how to refuse.
, if you go out now, how will you take care of yourself?"
Although Ming Wenshi's tone was slightly disappointed, it could be heard that he was still worried about letting Mingle You go out alone. After all, this child had never left Ming Mansion.
"Father, don't worry, I can take care of myself." Mingleyou's tone was as calm as ever, without any emotion.
Ming Wenshi glanced at Ming Leyou, then ran forward with his hands behind his back and stopped talking.
Ming Wenshi stopped talking, and Ming Leyou naturally stopped talking. He walked back to his room quietly, then skillfully placed a piece of rice paper on the table, picked up a brush, and wrote three thousand words on the rice paper.
Ming Leyou can memorize the Jingxin Sutra at the age of eight.
He started writing silently at the age of ten. Every morning, the first thing Mingleyou does after getting up is to write the "Jingxin Sutra" silently. He has been persisting in writing the "Jingxin Sutra" until now. This matter was not arranged by Ming Wenshi or Ming Yongshou, but by the person who was there.
It was arranged by Mingleyou's mother who passed away when she was twelve years old.
Writing the "Jingxin Sutra" silently every day is the only request that Mingleyou's mother made to Mingleyou in her life, because the woman who always had a kind face felt that her children would not be able to write the "Jingxin Sutra" silently every day.
The woman who has gone bad, is as gentle as water and as calm as spring breeze, is far less harsh on her children than the old man of the Ming family. In her heart, as long as the children do not go bad, it will be fine.
For some reason, writing the "Jingxin Sutra" today is half an hour slower than usual. Mingleyou wiped the sweat from his face, then looked at the rice paper on the table and smiled. After writing for so long, today
Probably the most attentive one.
"Master, it's time to eat."
I don't know when there was a girl about the same age as Mingleyou standing at the door. This girl was the maid next to Mingleyou. Mingmengzhi was a poor girl who didn't know who her parents were since she was a child. Ming Yongshou took her back
Ming Mengzhi was only five years old when he was in the Ming Mansion. Even Ming Mengzhi's name was given by Ming Yongshou. At first, Ming Mengzhi was serving Ming Leyou's mother, but later her mother died, and Ming Mengzhi was given the name Ming Yongshou.
Mengzhi has always been with Ming Leyou. The two have known each other since they were young. In addition, Ming Leyou has a gentle and kind-hearted nature, so Ming Leyou never regards Ming Mengzhi as a maid, but more as himself.
She is an average younger sister, but Ming Mengzhi regards Mingleyou as his master. Apart from reading books, Mingleyou doesn't have many playmates. Only when facing Ming Mengzhi will she talk a little more.
She was five years old that year, and Ming Leyou was also five years old that year. Now Ming Mengzhi is already a slim beauty with a pretty face, while Ming Leyou seems to have changed nothing except studying.
He talks less and less, and grows taller and taller.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time." Mingleyou looked at Ming Mengzhi and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"The young master wrote with the most care today. Madam will definitely be very happy if she can see it." Ming Mengzhi replied with a smile.
Mingleyou was stunned for a moment after hearing this lady's voice.
Ming Mengzhi knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he took two steps forward, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Ming Leyou's face, and then said with a smile: "Let's go, it will be late, the porridge will be cold."
Already."
"Okay." Mingleyou nodded slightly, and then ran outside the house.
On the path outside the house, Ming Mengzhi followed closely behind Ming Leyou. He wanted to speak several times, but he held back the words.
"Mengzhi, I have something to tell you." In the end, Ming Leyou spoke first.
"Master, tell me." Mengzhi suddenly raised his head.
"I will leave the Ming family tomorrow and go out to study for a while." Mingleyou said as he walked, his tone relaxed and casual.
"But what does the master mean?" Mengzhi asked.
"Well, my grandfather asked me to go out." Mingleyou nodded slightly.
"Then..." Ming Meng stopped talking.
"Do you want to go out with me?" Mingleyou looked back at Ming Mengzhi and asked.
"Yes, the young master is gone. Mengzhi doesn't want to stay alone in the Ming Mansion in Nuoda, without a companion even if he wants to talk." Ming Mengzhi raised his head and blinked.
"You have someone to talk to after you go out?" Mingleyou asked with a smile.
"...No." Ming Mengzhi's voice was obviously much quieter.
"If you encounter any danger outside, I can't save you. I will only study. Are you willing to follow me?" Mingleyou continued.
"I can protect the young master." Ming Mengzhi shouted quickly.
"Okay, I'll go discuss it with my father."
Mingleyou nodded slightly. This was the first time Ming Mengzhi heard his young master take the initiative to discuss it with others, because the young master has always been a non-competitor. Apart from the things in the book, Mingleyou also