After saying.
He lowered his head, sat in the "sea of books", and began to read seriously.
Mr. Donglai looked at him with a smile for a moment, then stopped disturbing his disciples. He went to sit in the courtyard and leisurely tasted the osmanthus wine.
In the room.
Cui Xian absorbed knowledge almost greedily and forgot about time.
Occasionally, when he saw a wonderful chapter, he would laugh excitedly or exclaim in admiration, and then take out pen and ink to copy it down.
The servant Lao Luo was responsible for delivering meals to the young master and reminding him of the time.
Sometimes, Cui Xian felt that he had just sat down, but in the blink of an eye, it was dark.
He finished his meal hastily, then lit a lamp and continued working.
The servant Lao Luo was very impressed, and even Mr. Donglai looked at him with a sidelong glance and wonder.
This calmness and stability is truly impressive.
Time is at the boy's fingertips. As the pages of the book turn, a month passes quietly.
Golden October.
The Zhao Zhi case was officially over. Zhao Zhi was arrested and taken to the capital to be executed on a certain day.
The Zhao family's property was confiscated and the entire family was exiled to Lingnan.
Before leaving Nanyang, the imperial envoy Qi sent the keys and title deeds of the former Zhao residence to the Cui family.
Three days later.
With the reluctant farewell of the neighbors in Zhongjing Lane, the Cui family moved again in style.
As the saying goes: When the time comes, heaven and earth will work together.
Back then, they were trapped in poverty and had no chance to rise. Now, they are riding the wind and clouds and soaring into the sky.
It took several horse-drawn carriages and several trips to move the things over.
Funiu Lane.
The best central location.
The plaque of the once magnificent three-courtyard mansion "Zhao's House" was changed to "Cui's House".
This plaque was written by Mr. Dong Lai himself.
With the support of two daughters-in-law.
Old Cui, dressed in new clothes, stood outside the door, looking at the magnificent mansion, her voice trembling with excitement: "Twenty years ago, when I sold the mansion, I thought about it every day."
"Can the things that have been sold be redeemed?"
She didn't finish her words.
beside.
Under the stunned gaze of Old Cui.
The little grandson, Xian Ge'er, took out a pair of gold and jade bracelets from his arms, put them on her wrists, and smiled brightly: "Whatever can be redeemed can be redeemed, grandma."
When old Mrs. Cui looked at the pair of gold and jade bracelets, tears suddenly flowed out.
That was her dignity that had been trampled upon when she was thrown into the pawn shop!
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