In the evening, Xian'er and Ru'er had obviously become good friends, and they were not willing to be separated when they slept. Zhao Su'e had to let them sleep in one room and one bed. Seeing the peaceful sleeping faces of the two children, Zhao Su'e sighed: "It's really another Poor and lucky boy, you two are the same. When you were almost on your way, you met the best person in the world."
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Meng House, Kyoto.
Meng Nan has been dealing with unfinished official duties in the study since he returned to the mansion from Hongyou Temple. He, the young man of Hongyou Temple, is quite leisurely on weekdays. Only this year is approaching, and even those who are leisurely have to get busy.
Jin Xiaoan ran in from outside: "My son, I have your letter."
The pen in Meng Nan's hand didn't stop, but he said quietly, "Let it go."
Jin Xiaoan smiled brightly: "Don't you look at him?"
Meng Nan said: "Don't read it." Recently, Zheng Ruxue wrote to him twice in three days, and he was almost annoyed, and he didn't even want to hear the word letter.
Jin Xiaoan coughed twice and held up his belief: "Brother Meng is well, sincerely, Bai Zhi."
The pen in Meng Nan's hand stopped immediately, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the pen into the pen washing tank, and rushed to Jin Xiaoan at a very fast speed. He stretched out his hand to grab the envelope in his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Jin Xiaoan raised the envelope: "Didn't you tell me not to read it?"
Meng Nan stretched out his hand and punched him in the lower abdomen. Jin Xiaoan in pain could only retract his hand to cover his abdomen, and the letter fell into Meng Nan's hand.
"Of course I want to read Zhi'er's letter." The handwriting on the envelope is much neater than the last time, and it has a little charm. It seems that she has been practicing calligraphy recently, and she has made rapid progress.
After reading the letter, Meng Nan asked Jin Xiaoan: "Have you ever heard of Baima Street?" Kyoto is a big city with countless streets and lanes staggered vertically and horizontally. He can't remember most of them except for the names of a few more commonly heard streets and lanes. .
Jin Xiaoan thought for a while and shook his head: "I have an impression, but I can't remember it." He Chengri is inseparable from the son. How can he know things that the son doesn't know
"Go and find the butler." The butler has lived in Kyoto for a lifetime, and he knows more about things in this city than he is sure.
Jin Xiaoan hurriedly went, and it didn't take long for the old butler to come over.
"My son, do you have any instructions?" the old butler asked Meng Nan.
"Do you know Baima Street?" Meng Nan asked.
The old butler nodded immediately: "I know, Lord Ke's residence is on Baima Street."
Meng Nan asked again: "Which Lord Ke?"
"It's the Yushi of the Zuo Deputy Du of the Supervisory Yuan, Ke Zhengming, the official worships the third grade, which is quite the emperor's favor, don't you know the son?" The old butler looked curious. An official, how could he not even know a few of the most favored officials among the civil and military officials
Meng Nan waved his hand: "I'll meet soon, you go to prepare the car, I'll go to Kefu."
The old housekeeper went immediately, while Meng Nan changed his clothes and took Jin Xiaoan out.
Because it came suddenly and didn’t say a word in advance, Master Ke happened to be away from home. Mrs. Ke said that she was sick and bed-ridden, so Master Ke’s eldest son came to entertain her. He heard that she was the son of the Meng family. .
Meng Nan looked at the diligent young man in front of him, and asked with a smile, "This is Prince Ke? I have heard about it a long time ago."
Ke Xicheng hurriedly handed over: "Under Ke Xicheng, I am the eldest brother and sister. I have heard the name of Mengzi for a long time, and I saw it today. It is really the blessing of the three lives."