Since he had no recollection of this, the Grand Tutor didn't want to say much, only shaking his head and sighing. He thought about how Huo Jin had become a widower at a young age and had refused to remarry. If the eldest daughter of the Duan family hadn't been abducted by her enemies, she would have been the eldest daughter-in-law of the Huo family by now.

Huo Jincheng would not have only one daughter, Ah Man.

Back then, the Grand Tutor and his wife were very pleased with Duan Xinning, the legitimate daughter of General Zhennan. Although Duan Xinning came from a family of military commanders, her father, Duan Rennan, was a Confucian general with both military and civil skills, and the only king of a different surname in the Dayan Kingdom.

Otherwise, how could a family of noble character like the Taifu be willing to marry a military general?

Duan Xinning could recite the Thousand Character Classic fluently when she was less than three years old. The Grand Tutor heard from his wife that the young lady of the Duan family was also gentle in temperament, without a trace of arrogance. She followed her father to practice martial arts at a very young age, and could play chess with her mother at the age of four. It was said that everyone in the general's mansion disliked her.

It's a pity that his son is not blessed. Even if Doctor Jian is Duan Xinning, the legitimate daughter of Prince Pingnan who was abducted, she is now a wife and a mother.

The Taifu's mood was as bleak and desolate as the cold wind in late autumn.

When they arrived at Yunji Bookstore, Huo Jincheng personally fetched water for his father to wash his feet. While he was washing his father's feet, he heard Sanniang crying and scolding from next door.

The Huimin Medical Clinic will officially open tomorrow. Seeing that Lu Huaian has not mentioned this matter, Sanniang could not help but ask him, and asked him to prepare a banner tomorrow, ask someone to write a few big words and send a few firecrackers.

Lu Huaian remained silent, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Sanniang had a fiery temper. She'd already explained to him that she was conscious and wearing pants during the cesarean section, but he still held a grudge. Sanniang put up with him all afternoon, always with a sullen look as he came in and out, though not completely ignoring him. She'd answer every question, but her words lacked a trace of warmth, which was quite unpleasant.

It felt as painful as cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Sanniang could no longer bear it and finally exploded.

As she started to cry and scold, Qi Jin started to cry too. His sobs were like those of a kitten, making people feel uneasy. Lu Junyi, who was studying in his room, couldn't stand it anymore and put down his pen and came over.

"Dad, what do you want to do?" The eight-year-old boy stared at his father calmly and seriously.

Lu Huaian squatted at the door with his head in his hands. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he felt uncomfortable and wanted to make some trouble. But when he made a noise, he regretted it. He was even more upset that his good home was in such a mess.

"Nothing, go to bed early." Lu Huaian got up and sent Lu Junyi back to his room. He then stood at the door and told Sanniang in a depressed tone, "Rest up. I'll go tomorrow."

In the bookstore next door, the tutor finished washing his feet and took a scroll of bamboo slips from the bookshelf. He opened it and saw that it was the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. After reading a few lines, he asked Lai Xi to light a brazier.

Huo Jincheng also took down a volume and opened it to the book "Wushan Weirdness" written by Liu Xiazi. Lai Xi lit the brazier and brought it over, then lit the oil lamp. Huo Jincheng glanced at the oil lamp and said to him, "Remember to ask Madam Jian for a lantern tomorrow. Lanterns are brighter."

"Okay, sir. I'll take note of it."

The father and son sat opposite each other by the brazier, reading by the oil lamp, and soon they were both engrossed in reading.

Since his master didn't sleep, Lai Xi naturally wouldn't sleep either. He went to the kitchen to brew a pot of scented tea. While brewing the tea, he saw a basket of sweet potatoes in the kitchen, so he took a few and roasted them in the brazier. He then moved a small stool to sit beside it and took a nap.

At this time, in Dingjia Village, Blind Liu was explaining the art of Qimen Dunjia, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams to Ding Youtian. As he was talking, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh no!"

"What's wrong?" Ding Youtian asked.

"I had too much dinner, I need to go to the toilet."

"Get a lamp, and don't fall into the toilet. Your disciples will have to rescue you later."

"Even if the old blind man closed his eyes, he wouldn't fall in. Do you think the old blind man is you? Even if you were squatting in a dung bucket, you would fall in and almost drown yourself."

"That was Lao Wu's fault."

When Ding Youtian was only six years old, he once imitated his eldest brother and others by squatting on a dung bucket to defecate. While doing so, he boasted to his fifth brother that he would never fall in. The fifth brother ran out to pick up some stones and threw them into the dung bucket. He was worried that the dung would splash on him, so he panicked and fell into the bucket.

Fortunately, it was summer, but Meng was afraid that if she pulled him out directly, the manure would drip all over the house and be wasted, so she carried him to the river with the manure bucket and someone else, and then pulled him out and threw him into the river.

Meng kept cursing all the way, and he was shouting in the dung bucket, so everyone in the village knew that he had fallen into the dung bucket.

Ding Youtian vaguely remembered that day when he almost had his skin rubbed clean by Meng, and after he had rubbed it clean, Meng pulled him up and beat him up. After so many years, he almost forgot about it, but fortunately his master still remembered it.

Blind Liu had always had a good memory, but today he'd forgotten something crucial. He hadn't actually gone to the toilet; he'd just suddenly remembered that he'd forgotten to put away his copy of "Fog Mountain Weirdness" before returning home that afternoon. The Imperial Tutor loved reading, and he knew his handwriting. Now he was screwed. Old age is truly useless; he couldn't even remember something as trivial as this.

Taifu was the first top scholar in the imperial examination after the restoration of the imperial examination system after the Great Banquet ended the Five Kingdoms Rebellion. His policy essays were selected by Liu Xiazi, who was the prime minister at the time, and recommended to Emperor Yongping. He was then selected as the top scholar by Emperor Yongping during the palace selection.

Liu Xiazi was only five years older than the Grand Tutor. When the Grand Tutor learned that it was the Prime Minister who had discerned the gem in his essay from a pile of policy papers, he wanted to become Liu Xiazi's disciple. But Liu Xiazi refused.

If he had not rejected the Grand Tutor back then, the Grand Tutor's family would have been implicated by him and either exiled or beheaded.

The Grand Tutor privately called him "Enlightened Minister", but in fact the two of them had always been teachers, friends and confidants.

At this moment, Blind Liu could only hope that the tutor did not take his book, but took the Romance of the Three Kingdoms copied by Ding Youtian.

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