On the first day Lin Zikui moved into the Xue Mansion, as soon as he settled in, a swarm of female relatives came to see him.
"I heard that Lin Jieyuan is a talented man with a handsome appearance. Now that he is our master's student, he will surely be promoted to a high position in the future."
Probably a newlywed, Lin Zikui exuded a scholarly air, with an unconsciously smiling face. As he walked past on the corridor, the women in the Xue residence all sighed, "How could such a young and handsome talent get married so young?"
Lin Zikui moved into the wing room and just finished packing. That night, he started looking for something: "Mo Liu, I have a box of clothes. Have you seen it?"
When I got off the carriage, I was only concerned with moving the books.
Mo Liu looked for it but couldn't find it: "Sir, maybe it fell on the carriage. Don't worry, Madam will take good care of it. You will have a class with the teacher tomorrow, and I will go to the street to buy you a few sets of clothes. Fortunately, there are two sets of clothes here."
“It’s the only way.” Lin Zikui didn’t even have a change of underwear. He washed up at night, blew out the candles and lay on the unfamiliar bed, but he felt a little cold in the quilt.
But the quilts and bedding the teacher prepared for him were all freshly fluffed cotton quilts, which were actually warm.
This kind of coldness may be because there is no one around. Two days before the wedding, Lin Zikui still refused to sleep in the same bed with him. Unable to resist Zhao Ling's soft and hard persuasion, Lin Zikui was easily seduced by the beauty and rolled into bed with him in a daze.
We didn't do anything, just lay there, whispering and kissing for the whole afternoon. That night he slept with Zhao Ling in his arms. It was hard to tell who was leaning on whom. Lin Zikui's fingers slowly stroked the scars on his body, and all the regret and sadness about Xiao Zhao Ling's deception to him seemed to disappear without a trace.
I don't blame him anymore, but some things are still hard to accept.
Lin Zikui imagined it for a while, and couldn’t help but squeeze his legs together and shook his head in the quilt.
Absolutely not. Absolutely not.
Which man would let people stand there?
With Mr. Xue, Lin Zikui quickly returned to his reading state. About ten days later, Mr. Xie arrived in a carriage, intending to stay at the Xue Mansion to see Lin Zikui every day and take care of his health.
Lin Zikui immediately welcomed him into his courtyard and invited him to drink tea: "Mr. Xie, did you come all the way from Jinling to Huainan?"
Xie Lao San nodded and sat down: "Yes, Zhao Ling came to me as soon as he came back and asked me to come to Xue Mansion to check your eyes. I see that your right eye is almost healed, is your vision still blurry?"
"Only the right eye is much better than before." Lin Zikui asked again, "Mr. Xie, I heard Zhao Ling say that he went back to Jinling for something. Is he okay? Did he bring me a letter telling me when he will be back?"
"He was busy, so he brought something with him. I don't know if there was a letter. He said he would come back to see you when you were on vacation." Xie Lao San took out a square box, "It was given by Ling, and I haven't opened it."
Lin Zikui opened it immediately and found more than a dozen pieces of glass of uniform size and varying thickness inside, with a letter underneath.
Is this 叆叆? How is it single-chip?
Lin Zikui opened the letter and saw that it was written in Xiao Zhaoling's childish handwriting:
How is Lin Lang? Do you miss me? I miss you. I can't sleep or eat because I think of you day and night. If only I could read, I could study with you. Your teacher is a strict one, how does he treat you? Did you have a good meal at Xue’s house? Your teacher has bad teeth, so he probably eats some soft and mushy food, like pig food. You definitely can't get used to it. No, I have to invite a cook to the Xue Mansion.
Also, your underwear is all here with me, why don’t you change it now that it’s worn out? I'll buy you a new one and give me the old one.
By the way, there are many female relatives in the Xue family, are there any pretty ones?
It's raining a lot recently, especially in Jinling. You must bring an umbrella when you go out, or you may catch a cold.
Did you receive it? One of your eyes is almost healed, but you still can't see clearly. I asked the craftsman and he said that the irises worn by each person are different, and there are differences between men, women, young and old. So I asked the craftsman to make those single pieces for you. You can try them and see if you can see the tiny words in the book clearly. Also, the single piece is different from the ordinary one, do you know how to wear it? You are smart and should be able to do it at first sight. I really want to put it on my little master myself and kiss you.
The sixth day of the fourth month of the Gengzi year.
Zhao Ling.
His letters home were never pretentious. Of course, Lin Zikui knew that Xiao Zhaoling could not write a sentence that was eloquent. But even in such plain and straightforward words, there was a turbulent mood that easily overturned Lin Zikui's emotions.
He was about to pick up the pen to write a reply, but put it down again and took out the single piece of paper to try them one by one.
The wearing method of this single-piece and double-piece earrings is the same. One glass piece is supported on the bridge of the nose with silver legs, and the thin legs are hung on the ears. It is delicately connected to cover the entire auricle to ensure that the earring will not fall when the head is lowered.
Lin Zikui tried each one and finally found the one that suited him best. When he put it on, even the three moles on Mr. Xie's forehead became clearly visible.
The Third Master asked him, "How is it, are you okay?"
Lin Zikui nodded continuously: "Okay, okay, I can see it now. This is so good, was it made by a craftsman? Can we promote it to the whole country to see?"
"Uh..." The Third Master hesitated. "If it's not too much trouble, I think it should be possible. Anyway, Xiao Zhaoling's family is rich, so it shouldn't be too expensive to do this."
yes.
Lin Zikui calmed down a lot. Colored glaze is such an expensive thing. It would be very troublesome to mass produce it, and not every scholar could afford it.
Lin Zikui studied hard in Huainan, while Xiao Fu returned to the palace and accompanied the emperor in attending government affairs with Empress Dowager Xiao.
As soon as Xiao Fu returned to the palace and appeared, the atmosphere in the court was different and much more silent.
All the civil and military officials were obedient, knowing that the Regent was even more unreasonable than Emperor Wen Tai.
Eunuch Liang lowered his head in front of the Regent and didn't even dare to breathe.
Xiao Fu sat high up in the imperial study, lowered his eyes and asked, "Liang Hong, when I was away, did any court officials ever make things difficult for the emperor?"
Eunuch Liang: "During the court session, some old ministers did ask some questions that Your Majesty could not answer. Your Majesty answered them, and the old ministers said... that they were just children's jokes and could not be listened to. Your Majesty did not get angry. Fortunately, Empress Dowager Xiao was there to resolve the issue."
Xiao Fu said in a cold voice: "The emperor is young, and he still has a lot to learn about governing the country. These old guys, at their age, are still picking on children!" But it's better to embarrass Yuwen Xuan. After being embarrassed, he will know how to answer next time. It's always faster to grow up than to go smoothly.
Eunuch Liang continued, "Your Majesty, Prince Zhan, Prince Xian, and Prince Kang have all entered the palace and are waiting outside to pay their respects to you. His Majesty is waiting too."
The emperor is young and the regent is his elder, so it is only right for him to pay his respects to him.
Yuwen Xuan became emperor, and he was still clear-headed. He was not overwhelmed by the sudden yellow robe he was wearing.
"Please come in first, Your Majesty, and take the three young princes to sit in the main room. You don't have to kneel."
Prince Zhan, Prince Xian and Prince Kang, that is, the First Prince, the Third Prince and the Fourth Prince before the new emperor ascended the throne.
The little emperor walked in, lifted his robe and knelt down to greet the regent: "Your Highness, I greet you. May your Highness be well."
There are all the etiquette rules.
"Get up, Xuan'er, come here, let your father take a look at the memorials you reviewed recently."
The young emperor asked the eunuch to bring up the memorials. There were dozens of thick stacks, and the desk could no longer hold them.
Xiao Fu: "So many memorials?"
The little emperor said, "Father, these are the memorials you have received in the past month. You have warned me not to ignore memorials because they are unimportant, so I will read every one of them and correct them myself."
Xiao Fu sat down and looked through it: "You approved all the greetings?"
"yes."
Some of the memorials came from Taiwan, some from Bashu, all of them were memorials to greet the new emperor. The little emperor actually wrote a few lines in each letter, saying that he was well and asking how he was.
Xiao Fu felt it difficult just to read them all, and it was also hard to believe that Yuwen Xuan had actually finished reading so many boring memorials.
"Although this move of yours is helpful in winning over the court officials, it will also make people feel that the emperor is a soft persimmon."
Yuwen Xuan: "I am not a pushover! With my father here, how can I be bullied by others?"
He spoke very seriously, and Xiao Fu took a look at him and found that the little emperor had indeed lost a lot of weight. He was too tired in the first month after he ascended the throne. He was isolated and helpless in the palace. The empress dowager did not like him, and the court officials had many complaints about him. The little emperor even had to be extremely careful when eating.
Yuwen Xuan was happy that his father had returned so soon. He sat in front of Xiao Fu and said to him, "Father, the Prince of Zhao sent a letter of greeting. He said that your father agreed to send the little prince back. If not, he would come to ask for him in person."
Xiao Fu: "Bring the letter here."
"Your Majesty, here it is!" Liang Hong handed it over immediately. Xiao Fu opened it and took a look. Although the wording was impeccable, every sentence was arrogant. King Zhao, who commanded a large army, had been thinking about it for a long time. The current situation is turbulent, the young emperor has no political achievements and is unpopular, which is a godsend opportunity for rebellion!
"Grinding ink."
"Your Highness, pen!" Liang Hong handed the pen to Xiao Fu, but he didn't take it. He said, "Xuan'er, write it."
"I, I write?"
"Yes, you are the emperor, and King Zhao is your uncle, so you have to write it."
The emperor's father's handwriting is shameful.
Yuwen Xuan held the pen and said, "What should I write..."
Xiao Fu: "The Emperor said, you write it."
"Okay." Yuwen Xuan looked at him.
Xiao Fu said, "Prince Zhao, I am fine. I plan to send the young prince back to his fiefdom, but I am afraid that you will go back on your word, so I decided to send half of him first to show my sincerity. Do you want to see the left half of the young prince, or the right half?"
Yuwen Xuan's hand trembled as he wrote.
Xiao Fu: "Have you finished writing? Seal it with the imperial seal."
The transportation in Ye Dynasty was slow, and it took twenty days to receive Lin Zikui's reply. The letter was delivered to the Duke of Changguo's Mansion, and Prince Yan brought it into the palace for Xiao Fu. There was a note on the envelope, and Prince Yan said:
"'Zhao Ling's personal letter', who is this letter from? It's so important that I had to deliver it to the palace overnight."
Xiao Fu did not answer. He took the letter and turned his back to read it, using his hand to block it so that Master Yan would not peek.
Xiao Fu was really afraid that once he opened the letter, he would find some incomprehensible and sour poems inside. Although he also likes poetry, he likes everything Lin Zikui writes.
The result was no, Lin Zikui did not write a poem.
Instead write:
My wife, I'm fine. The food at the Xue Mansion is good. They don't raise pigs, but the cook made pig's trotter soup yesterday. It also rained, so the teacher gave me an umbrella.
There is a banana tree in my courtyard in the mansion, and I often sit under the banana tree to read and write. As for the women in the Xue family, I haven't paid any attention to them.
I received it. It suits me very well and I like it very much. I can see it clearly and I am looking forward to meeting you.
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