Chapter 59
Innocent children's words came out.
The old aunt was dumbfounded. She didn't care about the loving elders and said to Ye Xiaoyuan: "My dear father-in-law, I didn't mean that just now!"
Ye Xiaoyuan was very cooperative: "May I ask what your name is and where you live?" He turned to look at Xu Jianyan, "Oh...! You are the Minister of the Imperial Household! I remember that."
"Is this your only aunt? Then it doesn't matter whether Your Majesty knows her name or not."
Xu Jianyan: “No, no, no!”
"You misunderstood!"
Ye Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "You two have nothing to say to me. I will listen to your Highness."
The person who was speaking was his highness, and these two came to beg him? Didn't they think that his highness was too young to understand what they were saying, and they were trying to trick him, their personal eunuch?
His Highness is very smart.
The two had no choice but to turn their heads and said, "Seventh Prince, we didn't mean what you just said."
Xu Jianyan felt bitter in his mouth, he was really tricked by his aunt, and now he had to deal with such a thing. If it really got to the ears of His Majesty, losing his job would be a small matter, but losing his head would be a big deal!
Qu Dubian covered his nose and stood away from him. The nosebleed made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Then his eyes rolled, and his cunning spirit emerged. Qu Dubian stretched out his finger, "Then let's play a game! If you win, I won't tell anyone."
Xu Jianyan: "You go ahead and say it."
Qu Duanbian: "I am very good at counting. I will count to ten. If you run away from the mansion, I will not tell His Majesty. If you can't run away--"
"one two three……"
Xu Jianyan: “!!!”
Why are you starting to count now?
He didn't have time to think, he turned around and ran! The old aunt next to him threw away her crutches instantly. The old lady who had just asked someone to help her sit down quickly jumped onto Xu Jianyan's back and held Xu Jianyan's neck tightly with her arms.
"Go, go."
Xu Jianyan's face turned red from being strangled: "...Ahem! Auntie!"
Qu Watanabe counted on his fingers, "Six... um, nine..."
Xu Jianyan: “???”
He roared with all his might: "Hurry up!!"
Damn it, what is the Seventh Prince talking about? What's so good about his calculations? Not even a little bit better!
Xu Jianyan ran out quickly with the old lady on his back, and his children and grandchildren followed him in a group. Dahei followed behind and chased for a few steps, barking a few times.
They ran faster.
The front hall was instantly clean and all the annoying people disappeared.
Qu Duan clapped his hands, "I feel much more comfortable now."
He looked up, his eyes sparkling, "I'm awesome, right?"
In the eyes of Xu Jin and Wu Siwan, it was just like a little kid who had done something amazing and was standing with his hands on his hips and chest out, asking for praise from his parents.
"Grandpa and grandma's sweetheart!"
Xu Jin's heart melted, he lifted him up and spun him around in the air for a few times, "You're amazing, you solved a big problem for both of us. Remember, the one with the swollen face and the pig head is really a pig, you have to stay away from him in the future, otherwise he will infect you with stupidity."
Wu Siwan: "Let's go, there are no more annoying people, let's go eat."
Qu Watanabe: "Okay."
-
evening.
In the afternoon, some ministers came to the Marquis' Mansion one after another.
Most of them are military generals who come to visit the Sword-Bearing Marquis.
Qu Dubian listened for a long time and felt that it was similar to a fan meeting. After thinking about it, he agreed that as a military commander in the Great Zhou Dynasty, as long as he had some ambitions in his heart, who wouldn’t want to achieve the same success as his grandfather?
The night before yesterday, he was in Zichen Hall, listening to the quarrel in the West Warm Pavilion. It was so intense, but his grandfather was still fine.
If one day, my stepfather wants to punish my grandfather, he will definitely not be too cruel. At most, he will just seize power.
His grandfather's substantial achievements, reputation in the court, and good reputation among the people were all his life-saving charms.
Qu Dubian narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifting away.
If he could fight on the battlefield and gain military merit, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wants for the rest of his life without seizing power?
After thinking for a while, Qu Dubian came to his senses, shook his body and rubbed his face.
It's true that he has read too many martial arts novels and sometimes gets easily excited. He is a modern man at heart, and farming is his instinct, but he doesn't want to have so much blood on his hands.
In the courtyard.
Wen Xiaochun changed into a tight, thin outfit, and was sweating profusely as he fought with Lang Qing.
It was obvious that Wen Xiaochun was at a disadvantage.
The moves and foundation he had learned were not at the same level as those used by those who had fought on the battlefield.
After Xu Jin sent the guests away and cleaned up, he picked up his little grandson who was squatting in the yard watching the fight and said, "How are you? Grandpa's men are powerful, right?"
Qu Dubian leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Not as good as grandpa."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Xu Jin: "Let's go to the temple fair."
Qu Watanabe: "Aren't Xiaochun and Uncle Lang Qing going?"
After Xu Jin carried him away, he said softly, "Grandfather will have to go back to Northern Xinjiang in a while. It's rare for you to have someone who knows martial arts by your side, but he lacks training. Leave him to grandfather for the next few days and I will train him."
"Don't worry, I've explained everything to Master Xiaochun, and he agrees to it."
Qu Dubian understood that they came to grandpa's house to relax and have fun, and Xiaochun was leveling up on her own. Well, Xiaochun was a person who didn't fight with others. After the New Year, he went to the inspection department. With better kung fu, he wouldn't be bullied.
Qu Watanabe made trumpet shapes with his hands, "Keep trying, Xiaochun! I'm rooting for you!!"
Wen Xiaochun subconsciously looked over here, with the corner of his mouth raised——
Bang!
He was punched in the chest and flew out.
It fell to the ground with a thud and bounced twice.
Qu Watanabe covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight.
Just wish you good luck, Xiaochun, he can't help you with this.
Outside the house, grandma and Ye Xiaoyuan, who was holding Dahei, were already waiting at the door.
When Dahei went out, there were many people outside, so he put on a bite stopper and kept on being led. Ersen followed him and went out with them to visit the temple fair.
This was the first time that Qu Dubian went out for a walk since arriving in ancient times. He was lifted high by his grandfather and sat on his broad shoulders, allowing him to see everything.
It was already dark, and children were running on the road holding lanterns, with worried adults chasing after them.
There are Nuo opera performances in the teahouse. Nuo opera is meant to dispel diseases and plagues and has a strong connotation of gods, ghosts, witches and sorcery in the previous dynasties. Later, it gradually became an ordinary opera.
People gathered together, bought candied melons and melon seeds, sat at the same table as a family, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to the music together until midnight.
Those who didn't get a table stood, and some even lifted up their children to look at them.
The arch bridge is curved. Even though there is a cold wind, it cannot stop the two boats under the bridge, and the beautiful lady and the talented man look at each other affectionately.
There is no curfew today, and the capital of the Great Zhou is like a city that never sleeps.
The traffic was bustling, the lights were magical, and the rich people stood on the roof of the restaurant, holding their cups and looking down.
Prosperous, graceful and beautiful.
There is also an indescribable smell of fireworks.
No matter how people in other places celebrate the New Year, at least from the perspective of the capital, the people here have a good time.
He looked around, walking among the crowd of the world, and the strange soul of this era seemed to be finally coming to reality step by step.
Qu Dubian picked up a few candied haws from the straw pile where the vendor stuck the candied haws, and Ersen followed behind to pay.
The children nearby immediately looked at him with envy.
Qu Dubian gave each of them a candied haws, and he stretched out his hand to feed his grandfather a bite, "Grandma, where are we going?"
Wu Siwan was in high spirits, even more energetic than Ye Xiaoyuan, and said cheerfully: "There is a temple ahead. I made an appointment with Master Wen Ruo in advance. I heard that there will only be prayer tablets there tonight, so let's go there early."
Xu Jin's cheeks ached: "It's okay, if you're late, just give me more money."
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether there is one or not. We just want to go out for a walk. Although the palace is big, it's stuffy and not as comfortable as outside." Qu Duan couldn't see his grandfather's expression. "Grandpa, are the hawthorns sweet?"
Xu Jin: “Sweet!”
Even poison tastes sweet when it is given by my grandson.
Qu Watanabe: "Then eat another one!"
"...Xiaoguai, why don't you eat?"
Qu Watanabe: "I ate one, it was too sour, but it's just right if grandpa likes it, so we don't waste food."
Xu Jin: “…”
Xu Jin: "Yeah, grandpa likes it very much."
Wu Siwan laughed so hard that he fell backwards.
The old man has the toughest mouth of all.
-
Walk all the way to the temple.
The grandmother was obviously a frequent visitor and led them along a less traveled path.
The monks in the temple knew that there would be a lot of people coming during these days, so they lit lanterns on the side of each road to prevent guests from falling.
There are many pine and bamboo trees planted around.
The bluestone slabs have slight cracks, showing the traces of time, and are quiet and peaceful. The bustle of the New Year outside seems to be separated, and the place is quiet in the midst of noise.
Qu Watanabe got down from his grandfather's shoulders.
Otherwise his head would hit the branch.
He held Dahei in one hand and his grandmother in the other, "Grandma, be careful with your steps."
The wrinkles at the corners of Wu Siwan's eyes were full of kindness, "Hey."
Arriving at the Zen room in the backyard, Wu Siwan said something to the monk sweeping the floor in front of the door. The monk went in to report and came out shortly afterwards, saying respectfully, "Master said that a distinguished guest has come to visit. Please come in."
Several people entered Master Wen Ruo's meditation room.
Qu Watanabe looked at Dahei thoughtfully. He was not stopped, so it seemed to be a dog-friendly tourist attraction.
The lights were on in the Zen room. Master Wen Ruo was sitting across the table. Opposite him was a cushion with the marks still on it, obviously because the previous group of people had just left.
Wu Siwan knelt down and clasped his hands together: "Master, long time no see."
Master Wen Ruo looked very old, with a smooth forehead, prominent cheekbones, a slight hunchback, a long beard as white as snow, his eyes half-open, and every move he made was gentle.
"Amitabha, the donor Wu is respectful,"
"It's been a long time since we last met. Master Wu seems to be in much better mental state."
Wu Siwan smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, for remembering me. I came here to ask for a blessing tablet."
Master Wen Ruo sighed in his heart, thinking of the sufferings of the world, and said gently, "Is it still for an old friend?"
Wu Siwan: "No, it's for my child."
"Child?" Master Wen Ruo slowly raised his head and noticed that there was a child in the house leading a big black dog.
The child had delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, and looked at him with a hint of curiosity.
Master Wen Ruo's half-closed eyes widened slightly, "This child's face..."
After a long while, he only said half a sentence and nothing else.
Master Wen Ruo kept silent and began to write on the prayer board.
Xu Jin looked at him, then looked at his grandson, and for some reason he became inexplicably nervous.
He said, "Master, what's wrong with my baby's face? Would you like to calculate it for me?"
If he said something nice, he would give him money.
Wu Siwan: "Master, why don't you say anything?"
Master Wen Ruo said: "I don't count three things, and Donor Wu knows it. I was careless and offended you just now, please don't take it as an offense."
“Which three don’t count?”
The monk next to him explained to him: "Master, there are three things about people that don't count: first, people who are full of evil spirits don't count; second, people who die young and have a miserable life don't count; third, people with extremely noble fates don't count."
After hearing this, Xu Jin's brows knitted.
Whether you believe it or not, you will always think more about it when you hear it.
Being full of evil spirits and dying young doesn't sound like a good thing!
He thought for a moment, then picked up his grandson who was walking the dog nearby, brought him to the corner, and whispered in his ear: "Little darling, do you think the chair under your dad's butt is spacious? Do you want to sit on it?"
What spacious chair? Qu Dubian held the dog and reacted for a while.
“…”
"!!!"
Qu Watanabe's pupils shook.
Don't have dangerous thoughts, Grandpa!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com