The sun shone through the gaps in the pillars in front of the main hall, causing half of Dr. Li's body to be bathed in sunlight and the other half in darkness.
He didn't answer Du Fu's question, nor did he push back with force. He just waved his hand towards him indifferently, saying that he didn't want to answer your question.
Du Zimei stood behind him and bowed with folded hands, put her hands into her sleeves and walked out of the hall. She looked back at the doctor before leaving gracefully.
The clerk of the Dudu Mansion followed Du Fu, and the two exchanged a few words: "Secretary Du, in the blink of an eye, I have been working in the Dudu Mansion for three years. Time flies so fast. You have also been with the doctor for three years, right?
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Du Fu nodded and said, "It's been two and a half years, less than three years."
"My subordinate has something to say, but I don't know whether to say it or not?"
"It doesn't matter if you say it, how can I have any taboos?"
The clerk said euphemistically: "Confucius has a saying: Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. In my opinion, this sentence is not comprehensive, because it can also be said that you should not do to others what you want to do to others, especially this one.
We are still your and my bosses."
Du Fu raised his head and thought for a moment, tugged at his beard and nodded, saying, "Do you think I shouldn't have mentioned the slave trade just now?"
"Not only because of this, you just took the initiative to ask the doctor to write a memorial to explain the disaster to the saint. You know that Doctor Li didn't want to get involved in this matter, but you took the initiative to mention it. He can't behave unkindly in front of his subordinates, so he did
Bite the bullet and take on the matter of upgrading."
"Also, the dark-skinned slaves that Doctor Li was watching in the corridor just now are authentic Kunlun slaves, which are priceless in the Chang'an market. How could he give up such an opportunity to make huge profits? I just asked you
Ghostwriting a letter to express your disdain for the slave trade is just like being a bitch setting up a memorial. How can you expose it? Doesn't this bring disgrace to Dr. Li?"
"If Dr. Li hadn't been broad-minded and loved your talent and learning, how could he have kept you by his side as the Secretary of the Military Academy? I hope that the Secretary will take this as a warning and not to jeopardize his future."
Du Fu suddenly realized that it was just the arrogance of a scholar that made him unwilling to admit his mistakes, so he could only shake his head and said: "I just spoke for the justice of the people, and I was also concerned about Dr. Li's reputation. I guess Dr. Li is broad-minded, and he will not do it because of something.
Two words of unfaithful words of advice have ruined the way for wise men to speak."
Li Siye returned to the backyard of the mansion. The sound of reading could be heard from the courtyard at the end. Occasionally, he felt something, and walked slowly towards the courtyard where the private school was.
He stood outside the wing where the school was located. You could see through the holes in the gauze paper on the window. The teacher was holding a scroll and walking among the children. He shook his head and read: "The way to a university lies in Mingmingde?"
Being close to the people means only striving for perfection..."
Several children chanted along with melodious voices? They also imitated the teacher and shook their heads.
Those who study in a private school at home? They are the three children Li Siye picked up back then, Li Chongyun, Li Chongle and Li Chongbao, as well as his biological son Li Zuoguo, and several accompanying children from the servants in the mansion. Now the three children are twelve years old
Years old? Li Zuoguo is also seven years old? It is the time to learn and grow.
The Twelfth Mother appeared behind him wearing a hairpin and a snail bun on her head. The erosion of the years had caused her to lose her heroic appearance as a sword-dancing lady, but her life as a virtuous housekeeper after getting married made him less sharp.
The woman's gentleness made Li Siye turn around and smile at her, slowing down and moving quietly towards the courtyard door.
He walked up to Twelve Niang, held her hand, and they walked side by side towards the yard.
They walked under the tree in front of the courtyard. Withered yellow leaves falling to the ground, he put his arms around his wife's shoulders. He suddenly thought of something and asked: "Is Mei'er still practicing in the Taoist Temple in Matishan Mountain? How long has it been since she came home?"
I don’t even know.”
The Twelfth Mother pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "My husband is busy with state affairs, so how can he take care of things at home? She comes down from the Taoist temple every month to see me and the children."
"Shouldn't I have asked someone to teach her how to make tea and read? Didn't she cultivate a lady? But she cultivated a female Taoist priest named Xianyun Yehe. Now she is twenty-five years old. If she had been from another family, most of her children would already know how to make soy sauce.
But she regards all the men in the world as vulgar objects. She really doesn’t know what kind of man can make her attracted.”
Li Siye was quite melancholy. He pinched his brow with his fingers and said: "I remember that before he became a monk, he discussed tea and Taoism with Li Tengkong, the daughter of Li Linfu, at Lingyun Peak in Baiyun Mountain. But I didn't expect that she would be seduced by the traitorous daughter."
, she has entered the Taoist sect since then, which is really unbelievable and beyond comprehension. I can’t let her waste her life like this, madam, you have to find a way."
Twelve Niangs were afraid that Li Siye would forcefully demolish the Taoist temple built by Li Meier, which would force her to become even more rebellious. It was better to leave it like this for the time being. At least she could still interact with her family every month, and she had not completely cut off her earthly ties to become a female fairy practicing Taoism in the mountains.
"Why should Li Lang be anxious? Mei'er has not been like this for a year or two. Forcing her to go against her will only be counterproductive. At least now we know where she lives and whether she is comfortable. As long as she can live a happy life, why should we care about her?"
Where is life?"
Li Siye smiled bitterly and said, "Mei'er must have taught you to come over and convince me."
Twelve Niang retorted proudly: "As the eldest sister-in-law, can't I say such a thing? However, Matishan Mountain is far away from Wuwei, and it is very inconvenient to travel there. The last time she came down from the mountain, she revealed that she cared very much about Xuandu in Chang'an.
Guan, I am willing to enter the temple to practice Taoism in the Qing Dynasty. So I think we want to move to the palace of Chang'an, so that Mei'er can also go to the Xuandu temple nearby. What do you think, husband?"
Li Siye shook his head decisively and said: "No, you are in Wuwei City, and she can stay in Horseshoe Mountain, so why travel a long distance?"
Seeing that her husband's answer was so resolute, the Twelfth Mother couldn't even tell her the words and reasons she was full of. As for the reason behind it, she couldn't verify it either.
She always heard from outsiders that the palace the emperor built for her husband in Chang'an was magnificent and beautiful, and the saint selected dozens of beautiful concubines from the palace to fill it. She had never seen what this palace looked like, not even her husband.
Every time Li Siye entered Chang'an, he would never stay in the palace. What secrets did he hide in the palace? She, the real wife, had deep suspicions in her heart.
Li Siye saw his wife frowning, with a hint of sadness emanating from the corner of her eyebrows. He knew that she must have misunderstood something, so he explained to her in a sincere tone: "The situation has been difficult recently, and the situation in the court has been changing. Your husband and I are also on the edge of this stormy sea.
, I have a premonition in my heart that when the world changes drastically, Chang'an will be in danger. Of course, what I say is just unfounded worry for the time being, but I am afraid that this day will come early. When the situation becomes clear in the future, why bother to live in the so-called royal palace in Chang'an? I will definitely
I will build you a real Xiliang Palace in Hexi with great style."
Twelve Niangs opened her brows, held her husband's palm with both hands, raised it to her face, and let his palm gently rub her cheek. Although the palms were covered with calluses from holding the handle of the knife all the time, they were still there.
There is a rough yet tender touch on the face.
"Li Lang, I never care about a mansion or mansion, no matter whether it is a thatched cottage or a cave or an earthen kiln. As long as you are there, it is our home."