The next day.

At the second hour of Yin, before the sky was clear, the Shangshu Mansion of the Buzhengfang was already busy.

Jia Cong and others got up early and arranged for Qingwen, Xiaohong, Chunyan, Xiangling and four little girls to help Wu pack their last luggage together.

The sky is cloudy and a little gloomy.

No stars and moon.

Since ancient times, there has always been a heavy pressure on my heart.

Even Wu Fan is so sneering that he has no smile on his face at this moment.

Song Yan is already 70 years old. Many times, one parting is a decisive one...

Only Jia Cong's face is pretty good.

After sending Wu Fan, Chen Ran carried the lantern, he personally supported Song Yan, and finally watched the Shangshu Mansion.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Although the capital in Chang'an is the capital of the ages and the dragon veins are located, it is too heavy and not a place for retirement. This time, Mr. returned to his hometown in the south, and with the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan and gentleness of Mr., he will definitely prolong his life."

Song Yan glanced at Jia Cong, and the old eyes were full of praise, and sighed: "It's not that my teacher loves you so much. At this age, I can leave easily and take weight easily. Who doesn't love those with such a kind of mental qualification?"

Jia Cong bowed slightly and said, "Sir, I praised it. It is also a disciple who knows the character of the teacher, is indifferent to the false reputation, and does not put power first, so that he can comfort himself."

When Song Yan heard this, he was very relieved and laughed, saying, "Although this is beneficial, it also has its own shortcomings. Can the Qing ministers know why it is not beautiful?"

Jia Cong thought about it after hearing this, shook his head and said, "Disciple doesn't know."

Song Yan said regretfully: "It is a good thing for the Qing ministers to be calm and profound, and not to be sad about ordinary things. But if there is no sorrow, how can we have good poems and lyrics?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? Don't you hear that 'Young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and forcefully talk about sorrow for writing new words'?"

When everyone heard him say his words, they laughed, but Chen Ran said with disdain and "belief": "I have never seen anyone who loves to show off again. The most hateful thing is that this person is still forgot about his righteousness. When he went to Qujiang, he only brought his own nephews, but he didn't take me and Wu Fan!"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "You call me uncle, is it my son and nephew? People must be close and distant, are they also wrong?"

Chen Ran: “…”

Everyone chuckled again.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Although you can do this, you don't have to force it to write. Although your old works are few, each of them is expressed in response to the scenery and has no pretentious suspicion. If you force it to write, it will not be beautiful."

Jia Cong bowed to the teachings and said, "What the sir teaches is that the disciples learned about it. In this way, it's better not to give a gift."

Chen Ran and Wu Fan were shocked when they heard this, Song Hua was also a little disappointed, but Song Yan nodded with relief.

Young people are full of blood and arrogant, and they will never bend for decency.

However, if you don’t understand the word “Qu” in this world, everything will inevitably be difficult and bumpy.

The so-called high mind and nature are higher than the understanding of this word.

This point can be described as amazing.

How could this be compared with a new poem?

Song Yan is a truly enlightened elder, and he values ​​Jia Cong more, so he becomes more relieved...

There was still a little cold in the early morning of spring in Chang'an. Young people were not afraid, but Song Yannian had a high body and weak body, but he could not stand it.

Just when Jia Cong wanted to persuade him to finish the tour, Wu sent someone to send a light fur.

Song Yan looked in a better mood and even sneered: "This is the reason why our predecessors warned us that we should marry a virtuous person."

As he said that, he even looked at Jia Cong with special glance.

Chen Ran and others laughed when they saw it.

Chen Ran was so heartbroken that he said with tears in his eyes, "The master finally discovered the bad things about Qingchen? You don't know what the name of Qingchen Prince has been circulating in the market! The seventy-two families in Pingkangfang, each of the courtesans said that as long as Qingchen nodded, they would redeem themselves, carry a small bag to his door, add fragrance to his red sleeves, lay paper and grind ink, pour tea to warm the bed... There is no one in Pingkangfang who can't sing Qingchen's lyrics now, and he also said that he is not only talented but also beautiful. Compared with him, the so-called handsome men in the world have become lazy pigs and mud dogs..."

Song Hua and Wu Fan laughed when they heard this, but Song Yan snorted and scolded: "You can call Qingchen's name? It's not big or small. Zijing, Wenze and others are now calling Qingchen the uncle with Zihou. Can you be an exception and ignore ethics?"

Chen Ran: “…”

Although his face was "sad and angry", he did not dare to disobey Song Yan. He gritted his teeth and bowed and said with a respectful voice: "Uncle Master."

Jia Cong, Song Hua and Wu Fan laughed together.

After laughing, Song Yan said calmly again: "In this regard, I trust Qing ministers very much, and I am even better than you."

The reason is very simple. People in the world are proud of being favored by famous prostitutes and courtesans, but Jia Cong doesn't.

He wouldn't even take a step into the brothel, let alone find a courtesan to add fragrance to the red sleeves...

After hearing what Song Yan said, Wu Fan and Chen Ran would not say it to this anymore.

Because everyone knows Jia Cong's life experience...

After the four of them accompanied Song Yan back to the Shangshu Mansion, Wu sent someone to pass on the message and went to the main hall for breakfast.

The group went to the main hall with a joke and used a bowl of Qing noodles together. After Wu asked Jia Cong, "The Qing minister doesn't have to go and send it to you. You can send Master Huijing and Miaoyu back to Muni Courtyard outside the West Gate. They are now staying there."

Jia Cong shook his head repeatedly and said, "No matter what, the disciples should be sent to the dock boat."

Song Yanze said: "You don't have to send me off today, it only increases the trouble of parting and adds to the suffering of common people. Master Huijing is a master of enlightenment and has great kindness to your master's wife. You need to send me back on our behalf to show your sincerity."

Jia Cong was still trying to argue, but Song Yan waved his hand and said, "That's it, Wu Fan and Zichuan don't need to send him off. Throughout history, people have always loved to say goodbye to Changting. They are suffering themselves, and they are even more miserable to leave others. We will not fall into this cliché."

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong was silent for a moment, but could only nod his head slowly and responded in a deep voice: "Yes."

...

Wait until we leave the Shangshu Mansion first and send it back to Master Huijing and Miaoyu.

When he returned to Defang, Jia Cong's heart became heavier.

Although Song Yan said that he would see him again when he went south to study after the autumn examination.

But everyone knows that after the autumn examination, Jia She almost ushered in the deadline.

By then, where could Jia Cong go out to study?

After three years of filial piety, Song Yan was almost an 80-year-old man. Who knows whether he could last until then?

This farewell may be the eternal farewell of heaven and man...

But the only thing that is thankful is that Song Yan has a very good mentality. He is not like a greedy person. Once he loses his power, he will age in a very short time.

Song Yan is really broad-minded and can take it and let it go. With this, his mental cultivation exceeds that of most people in the world.

With such a state of mind, even if you are a hundred years old, what's the difficulty?

However, at the end of the year, the body will be weakened and the immunity will decline greatly.

If you have a cold...

Jia Cong suddenly thought that he might be able to extract the potion.

I am about to study behind closed doors and ignore all the other things. I just have enough time to study.

In this era of zero antibiotics, with this potion, it can be called a magical medicine for life-saving!

As soon as the thoughts arise, Jia Cong feels heaviness slightly lighter.

He looked up again and was already in front of the main gate of Rongguo...

"Third Master!"

Before I could enter the West Corner Gate, I saw a dressed servant running from the east road courtyard.

Jia Cong frowned slightly when he saw it, and said, "Zhang Yong, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yong is a pseudonym. This person is a loyal and filial person who came from outside by Jia Cong through Ni Erxun, and he thinks it is his eyes and ears.

Zhang Yong took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Jia Cong and said, "Third Master, someone has sent you a letter. I dare not delay it, so I have been waiting here."

Jia Cong took the letter and saw that there were no other handwriting on it. He only drew a bunch of green bamboos, and his face changed slightly.

However, after opening and looking at it for a few seconds, a hint of relaxation and admiration flashed in his eyes. He smiled gently, nodded at Zhang Yong, and Zhang Yong left.

The gate of Rong Mansion came up to lead the horse and led the carriage into the interior.

...

"The old lady wants to see me?"

Just as he was about to meet Jia Zheng, Jia Cong was stopped by a nanny in front of the second gate.

The nanny couldn't say anything, so Jia Cong had to go to Rongqingtang.

"Please to the old lady."

In Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu sat on the soft couch in the high hall, and Baoyu sat next to her.

Mrs. Wang and Aunt Xue sat on both sides, Li Wan and Yuanyang served on their own.

The sisters of the Jia family sat in turn in the hall.

Jia Mu's face was a little strange. Seeing Jia Cong covered in dust and looked faintly tired, she knew that he had sent his husband.

Thinking of his love from outsiders, I didn’t know what it felt like, so I sighed softly and said, “I was your baby yesterday, and I don’t know where I went. Since you kowtowed to the door early in the morning, I have prepared a gift for you.”

After saying that, he glanced at Yuanyang.
To be continued...