Yang Lin lowered his head and said nothing. Chen Huai snorted softly, "Today, the emperor issued an order. The day for the course of the course is set. The exam will start on the 10th of May." Yang Lin still did not respond. Chen Huai glared at him impatiently and said sternly, "Okay, there are more than a month left from today to the 10th of May. You should hurry up and review your books." After a pause, a malice suddenly flashed in his eyes and sneered: "The opportunity is rare, I hope you can take care of yourself. Your wife, children, and children are still waiting for you to be the first to be a gold list in your hometown. Let's shine your ancestors."

Yang Lin woke up as if he was dreaming, raised his head and said in a vain: "I, I don't have a wife and children, only an old mother in my hometown." Chen Huai nodded: "Okay, then you should work harder and work hard to meet the exam so that you can live up to your mother's expectations." Yang Lin's lips trembled, and his eyes turned a little red.

Chen Huai was disgusted and said, "By the way, you have prepared a few of the most proud poems and essays in the past two days, and I will help you write the volume." "Show essays?!" Yang Lin was shocked: "I can do it too? I don't know a powerful person in Luoyang..." Chen Huai said contemptuously: "You don't know a powerful person, but I know it. Okay, don't worry about how to write the volume. You just need to prepare yours. You must be able to show off your poems and essays, don't embarrass yourself. I will come again in five days, and you will give me the poems and essays at that time." "Yes." Yang Lin agreed unconsciously.

Chen Huai left, and the door of the house was locked tightly again. Yang Lin sat at the table, picked up his pen and pondered for a while, and the dragon and phoenix were scattered on the paper. This was the first time he had inspired and had the passion to recite poems and essays. The swallows sang outside the window even more happily. Spring, has spring really arrived?

Before the reunion between Zhou Liangkun and He Shuzhen was interrupted by Zhou Jingyuan who was excited to come. Zhou Liangkun then realized that He Shuzhen was the daughter who came to embroider her birthday gift. There were too many problems and too many feelings, so she had to put it aside for the time being. Zhou Liangkun and He Shuzhen each calmed down, forced a smile, and tried their best to cover up the clues. Zhou Liangkun learned that He Shuzhen was still going to embroidery the next day, and Zhou Jingyuan happened to go out in the afternoon, so she gave He Shuzhen a wink. Having not seen each other for so many years, the tacit understanding between them was still there, and He Shuzhen nodded in understanding and continued to work hard. In the next time, she became more devoted and focused. After more than 30 years, she was able to fly needles and thread him at his home again. He Shuzhen threw almost all her pain, worries and worries out to the sky.

The next morning, He Shuzhen still sat in the ear room in the back garden of Zhou Mansion on time. She focused on embroidery all morning. After lunch, He Shuzhen felt that time suddenly slowed down and she could no longer concentrate on the brocade robe in front of her. Her fingers were stabbed several times. Finally, she was in a daze that the colorful embroidery in front of her turned into a blur. At this moment, a figure hid at the door.

Zhou Liangkun looked at the old woman hanging in front of him carefully. Time completely changed her beautiful face. If it weren't for her own whim yesterday, she walked alone to the back garden and happened to see her embroidered figure buried in her head, she would definitely not recognize her. Thinking of this, Zhou Liangkun slowly walked into the small ear room. He Shuzhen stood up uneasily and met in pairs. Both of them felt that even if there were thousands of words in their hearts, they could not say a word at this moment. After a long time, Zhou Liangkun barely spoke, and even his voice became hoarse: "Shuzhen, I haven't seen you for so many years, are you... okay?"

He Shuzhen moved her lips without making a sound, but she burst into tears. Zhou Liangkun sighed, gently stroked He Shuzhen's shoulder, led her to the table in the corner of the house to sit, and sat opposite her, and asked again: "Shuzhen, when did you enter the Shendu? Where have you been... living?" He Shuzhen wiped her tears, and after the initial excitement, her chest was once again occupied by heavy worries. After all, the purpose of her attempt to enter the Zhou Mansion was not to reconcile the old love with the people in front of her. It would be too late to do so. No, He Shuzhen is no longer a young girl trapped by love. Today she lives only as a mother...

"I, it's been after the New Year. I have been living in General Shen Huai's home." "Chen Huai?!" Zhou Liangkun was shocked and looked at He Shuzhen up and down: "Oh, you were the one who served tea that night..." He Shuzhen smiled miserably: "I have become too many, so I can't recognize it." Zhou Liangkun still looked suspicious: "But, why did you come to Chen Huai's home to help the servants? I remember you had left Luoyang and flew away. When did you come back?"

He Shuzhen sighed leisurely: "Oh, it's a long time to speak. When I left Luoyang thirty-three years ago, I really made up my mind and would never come back in this life. But who knew that fate was so good that I, I not only returned to Luoyang, but also... I came here again. It was like a dream when I remembered." He Shuzhen lowered her head and slowly told Zhou Liangkun the whole story of the Ginghe who was in danger on New Year's Eve, rescued by Mei Yingchun, Li Yuanfang and others, and accompanied Chen Jun to Beijing to marry.

This passage was quite complicated. It took He Shuzhen a lot of time to finish from beginning to end. Zhou Liangkun was surprised when he heard it, and could only sigh at the chance of the world. After pondering for a moment, Zhou Liangkun smiled embarrassedly and asked, "So, are you here to find your son? His name is..." "Yang Lin." "Yang Lin?" Zhou Liangkun repeated thoughtfully. He Shuzhen knew what he was thinking. She had been struggling in her heart over the past two days. Should she tell him and let him know the origin of Yang Lin? No, in the end she made up her mind secretly, or not to say anything. Yang Lin is my son, He Shuzhen, and has nothing to do with others.
Chapter completed!