Chapter 76: Follow Your Heart

Perhaps it was a rare sunny day, the bright moon in the night sky was shining dimly and far away.

The smoke is light and the moon is thick, the water is deep and the sand is shallow.

"The Ming Dynasty was kind, transparent, open-minded and carefree."

Xie Yan's calm and gentle voice rang out under the night sky, seeming to carry a gentle warmth and a smile, but also a harsh sigh.

Lu Mingchao curled his lips and said, "Young Master Sun would probably vomit blood if he heard that."

she?

Good?

This remains to be discussed.

"You might as well say that I always follow my heart and never regret even if I make mistakes."

Xie Yan's smile deepened. "From the heart?"

"I married Ming Chao, following my heart."

Lu Mingchao's heart was beating fast, and he pretended to be calm and gave Xie Yan a cold look, "Slippery and slick."

"From what heart?"

The voice sounded nonchalant yet had a hint of leisurely seriousness.

"The heart of a moth flying into a flame." Xie Yan pronounced each word with a pious expression.

Lu Mingchao frowned, "Self-destruction?"

This is an unlucky metaphor.

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat helpless, and reached out to rub Lu Mingchao's brows. "The Book of Liang, Daogai's Biography, says, 'Grinding ink to write, using the brush to write letters, is like a moth flying into a flame, why should you be stingy about burning yourself?'"

"In the Ming Dynasty, moths chased after flames, chasing after light."

"That is the perfect destination of seeking benevolence and obtaining it, so why would you talk about courting your own destruction?"

Lu Mingchao: I seem to understand it, but I understand it too well.

To refine it, being with her is the perfect destination.

"I reluctantly accept this explanation." Lu Mingchao raised his chin proudly and hummed.

"Go home, go home. I'm so hungry that my legs are weak."

Lu Mingchao's stomach started to play the empty city trick at the right time.

"I'll carry you." Xie Yan bent down.

It's deserted and lonely all around, but I'm not afraid of what people say.

Lu Mingchao: "Is it possible? Is it really possible?"

"Can I also enjoy such distinguished treatment?"

Xie Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed softly, "Come up quickly."

Lu Mingchao said to Zhang Yang, who was laughing, "A Yan, admit it, you have been planning to carry me on your back for a long time."

"That's true," Xie Yan said tenderly.

Lu Mingchao leaned over Xie Yan's back and gently circled Xie Yan's neck. "A Yan, why do you think I am the fire worth throwing at?"

Xie Yan walked steadily, and he felt a warm breath brushing against his neck, bringing a warm and slightly itchy feeling. "There is still a long time to go, I will tell you slowly."

But it seems like there is no end to it.

The longer we are together, the brighter the light becomes.

"Ah Yan, if someone didn't know you, they would think you went to the city today to ask someone for advice on some cheesy words."

“Tsk…”

Lu Mingchao lay on Xie Yan's shoulder and slowly fell asleep.

In fact, she was really tired.

The moonlight was like a veil, enveloping the two of them.

…

Feng family.

The expressions of Mr. Fan and his son were somewhat gloomy.

Old Mrs. Feng, who was the most welcoming to Mr. Fan, fell ill and lay listlessly in bed.

Master Feng didn't care about anything. He just wandered around with his hands behind his back, like a mouse in the dark night. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice him at all.

And it was as if Mrs. Feng had suddenly opened up her Ren and Du meridians, and she started to pick on Mr. Fan and make innuendos and slander him.

No matter how shameless Mr. Fan was, he could not stand Mrs. Feng's incessant and vulgar language.

What about giving birth without an anus?

What a shit basket hanging on his butt and a shit cart sitting on his butt.

Nothing is worse than a donkey dung egg, which is not shiny on the outside nor on the inside.

Mr. Fan prided himself on being a scholar, and even if the people he associated with had no real talent or learning, they would pretend to be cultured. When he cursed people, it was always in a weird way. He hadn't heard such a rough and foul curse in a long time.

He also wanted to scold Mrs. Feng in his own way, but Mrs. Feng never mentioned any names from beginning to end.

If he jumped out on his own initiative, it would seem like he was taking the issue personally.

Isn't this just contradicting yourself?

Mr. Fan's son was resentful of the tactless Lu Mingchao, and with a sly look in his eyes, he was planning to teach Lu Mingchao a lesson.

If Lu Mingchao knew about this, he would definitely sigh and say something pretentiously, "That's unnecessary. She's already pretty. If she continues to be pretty, will she leave anyone else a way to survive?"

It’s better to keep this beauty for yourself!

Aunt Feng's throat was hoarse from cursing, but after gulping down a bucket of water, she regained her energy.

Seeing that Mr. Fan and his son were still sitting there calmly waiting for her to bring the food to the table, she became completely furious.

I've been scolding so many people in Changxi Village for so many years, but I've never seen anyone who can sit still better than this father and son.

With a snap.

Aunt Feng smashed the water scoop into the water tank and walked to the main hall with great speed. "Scholar, it's getting dark now. Just like your son said, there are not many people here. If we don't leave now, we might run into some wild boars or wolves that come down the mountain to look for food. We'll see blood."

"No, no, you don't want to stay at my house, do you?"

"The scholar reads books written by sages and talks about great principles. You follow the shopkeeper to buy goods. Your family is full of old, weak, women and children. No matter how you look at it, it is not suitable for you and your son to stay overnight at home."

"It's okay for a peasant woman like me to have a bad reputation, but a scholar needs to take the imperial examination."

Mr. Fan's face flushed red, and he was speechless. He could only remind her cryptically, "I still have to teach your little son to read and write."

Aunt Feng paused, her arrogance weakened for a moment, but she quickly raised her head and stretched her neck, saying in a powerful tone, "It won't be too late to talk after the stroke of the eight characters is finished. Could it be that the scholar still bears a grudge?"

"Isn't it said that a prime minister has a lot of ideas? Aren't you studying to become a prime minister?"

Fan Xiucai: ...

Prime Minister?

Just kill him.

He was a down-and-out old scholar who had indeed dreamed of becoming a marquis and a prime minister when he was young, but now, he only hoped to be promoted by officials and live a decent and comfortable life.

"Scholar, please come in." Aunt Feng said seriously.

Mr. Fan glanced at his son, and the young man understood what he meant. "Aunt..."

Aunt Feng picked up the broom and said, "After you leave, I can clean the floor."

"Don't call me aunt. Were you and your father spiders, rats, or insects in the Dragon King Temple in your previous life washed away by the flood?"

The broom was waved one by one.

Go out with a clean face.

Before closing the gate, Auntie Feng shouted at the top of her voice, making sure that the neighbors could hear her: "Goodbye!"

Mr. Fan and his son stood in the howling north wind, feeling confused.

I wonder if the Feng family members are all out of their minds.

In the town, they coaxed him with nice words, but now they just beat him out with a big broom.

"Dad, what should we do now?"

Mr. Fan's son was shivering with cold, and the shorts on his body were like weightless in the cold wind.

Fan Xiucai said in a gloomy voice, "The Feng family is so shameless."

"Have you any copper plates with you?"

"Dad, how could I have money!" the young man raised his voice.

Mr. Fan: "Either go stay at someone else's house for the night, or hire a donkey cart to go back to town."

Young people “have no money.”

Short days with cold light