When Jiang Shanhe received the letter, he had just finished a busy day and was taking a rare day off, and the letter happened to be delivered.

I couldn't wait to run back into the house. Looking at the extra thick envelope, I felt a surge of joy in my heart. After such a long period of correspondence, I could easily tell who wrote it even without opening the letter to see the handwriting.

The letters of the small fruit stack are square, while the letters of the strong fruit stack are rectangular. You can tell them apart after a while.

The first thing to do is to take out the strong ones and put them aside.

Then I happily opened Xiaoguo's letter and read it carefully from the beginning to the end, reading every word and every point very carefully.

Holding a stack of letters, I smiled and looked longingly, feeling very happy.

After putting down the letter, he thought about Confucius. It seemed that he had heard from Shao Zhan that he would retire and return to his hometown in a while. He did not take it to heart. It turned out that Confucius' hometown was Yonghai County.

Then he will go and find out now.

Jiang Shanhe did what he said. After putting the letter away, he was ready to go out. However, he stepped back after taking two steps, sat down and picked up the letter beside him. He almost forgot that he had not read Zhuangzhuang's letter yet.

Jiang Danhe only has Xiaoguo in his eyes, so his son has to come second.

Then he carefully put the letter away, closed the door, and rode straight to the palace.

Because Confucius was old and physically weak, he planned to take his wife back to his hometown to enjoy his old age.

Jiang Shanhe found Shao Zhan and talked to him first. Then he learned the location and followed him over.

In order to take care of Confucius's poor health, a room was specially built for him in the upper study so that he could take a short rest after teaching the prince.

Jiang Shanhe arrived at the upper study room and just caught up with Xiao Yi who was running out.

The first thing the little man did after running out was to stretch his body, yawn loudly into the sky, and move his head around. He happened to meet Jiang Shanhe's eyes.

“…”

The two looked at each other, one with no emotion, the other full of vigilance.

Xiao Yi vigilantly held the purse on his waist and secretly hid it behind his back, hoping that no one would steal his things again.

If he didn't move, Jiang Shanhe might not have seen it, but his movement was like covering one's ears and stealing a bell.

"What is that?"

After hearing this, Xiao Yi was horrified and secretly swallowed his saliva. How could he see something that was hidden so secretly?

"Nothing."

After saying that, he wanted to avoid him and leave pretending to be calm. Anyway, he had finished school, and he didn't know what Aunt Zhixia was doing and why she hadn't come yet. It seemed that he had to leave first.

Jiang Shanhe not only did not stop him, but also deliberately moved aside a little, indicating that he could go without worry.

Xiao Yi looked at him suspiciously, and took slow steps, tentatively passing by him, still tense with his little hands tightly gripping his purse. After he had passed him, he relaxed a little, and his hands also became more conscious.

Jiang Shanhe stared at him silently, chuckled silently, watched the right moment, and as soon as he relaxed, he quickly snatched the purse from him.

By the time Xiao Yi realized something, the purse was already in Jiang Shanhe's hand, and he was playing with it, looking left and right.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me."

Xiao Yi jumped anxiously to grab it, hitting his thigh with his hand while grabbing it.

Unfortunately, he thought Jiang Shanhe was a good person at first, but he never expected that he was a bad guy who bullied the weak and specialized in stealing his things. Not only food, but now his wallet has also caught his eye. How unlucky he is.

Helplessly, Xiao Yi wanted to punch his stomach but couldn't reach it, so he could only settle for punching his thigh.

Jiang Shanhe didn't take his little strength seriously at all. This strength was not much stronger than Xiaoguo's, and it was not even enough to tickle him.

As soon as he saw the style and pattern, although he didn't know how to embroider, he was sure that this was Xiaoguo's work.

Who else except Xiaoguo could sew such a novel pattern and shape? Jiang Shanhe held it in his hand and admired it carefully for a while. He had no choice but to want to possess it as long as it was made by Xiaoguo.

Xiao Yi was also tired from pounding, he was bending over and breathing heavily, he was silently mourning for his purse in his heart, judging from his expression, he probably wouldn't be able to get it back, but why should he? Thinking of this, Xiao Yi's eyes became red, this was specially given to him, why would he take it away? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he clenched his little hands tightly.

Jiang Shanhe had seen enough. Although he wanted to take it away, this was a gift from Xiaoguo to Xiaoyi after all. If he took this too, wouldn’t it be too much? So, forget it, he decided to give it back to him.

Jiang Shanhe handed the purse to the sad Xiao Yi. For the sake of friendship, he even bent his body slightly and said, "Here..."

"Ah! I didn't mean to~"

Xiao Yi stood there blankly with his fists clenched, looking at the man in pain, feeling sorry in his heart. He really didn't know that he would suddenly bend over. If he had known, he wouldn't have hit him, and if he hadn't hit him, he wouldn't have hit him there...

Jiang Shanhe squatted down in pain, covering a certain place tightly with both hands. His face was as dark as ink, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat flowed down his temples.

Xiao Yi knew he had done something wrong, so he snatched the purse from his hand that was frozen in mid-air, said, "I'm leaving," and then ran away.

Jiang Shanhe was in so much pain that he could only try to take deep breaths to calm the intense pain. He was wrong. Xiao Yi's little force actually hit the right place, but it still hurt.

Xiao Yi looked back while running, and fearfully grabbed the eunuch who was passing by.

"Good luck to the prince."

"Alright, alright, let me ask you something. If I accidentally hit you there, would it hurt?"

As he spoke, Xiao Yi pointed to that part.

"This..." The eunuch looked speechless, "I have been in the palace since I was a child, and I don't have that..."

Xiao Yi was stunned. No such thing? He glanced down, then waved his hand and let the person leave.

It shouldn't hurt, after all, I don't have much strength, and it should be no different from hitting the flesh. I just hit his legs for so long and didn't see any reaction from him. Besides, General Jiang is so brave, he must be able to withstand more beatings.

Xiao Yi subconsciously ignored Jiang Danhe's ugly expression while comforting himself.

Jiang Shanhe, who was left alone, took a long time to calm down.

Just as I was about to stand up, I heard a voice calling me from behind.

Jiang Shanhe was stunned, then slowly turned around and tried to greet him in a calm tone, "Master Kong."

An old man with white hair and beard gently clasped his fists at him. Seeing this, Jiang Shanhe didn't care about anything and quickly returned the greeting. After all, the teacher was invited by the emperor himself to teach the prince, so he didn't need to perform formalities even when meeting the emperor.

Confucius's original name was Kong Bang. He was already in his seventies and should have retired to enjoy his old age. However, it was Emperor Shao Zhan who visited him three times and invited him out of retirement to be the tutor of Crown Prince Xiao Yi. Now he has to retire due to health reasons.

Shao Zhan had no choice but to reluctantly agree to return home.

However, Confucius' son, Kong Ni, was also a legend. In the future, the Crown Prince Xiao Yi was handed over to Kong Ni.

This is also the reason why Shao Zhan agreed so readily.

"General, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Confucius is old, but his eyes are still sharp. People who are usually unrelated to him are waiting here, so they probably have something to do.

But after all, I am old and I walk unsteadily.

"Master, you have good eyesight." Jiang Shanhe came to his side calmly and held his arm steadily.

Confucius said nothing, waiting for the other party to speak, and the two of them walked quietly towards the sedan chair.