When Duan Ling woke up the next day, Wu Du was in a daze in the hall, facing the clear porridge and breakfast on the table, waiting for Duan Ling to get up.
"I have to go to study today." Wu Du said to Duan Ling, holding the bowl.
Duan Ling felt a little nervous when he thought of going to study, as if he had returned to that year in Shangjing. Li Jianhong said, "Son, it's time to study today."
Every time he hoped that his father could accompany him all the time, it would be great if they were not separated. When entering the Biyong Hall, it felt like entering a prison.
I don't know if Lang Junxia will come to kill him again. Although Lang Junxia may not have the spare time, will he have already told Cai Yan
"Then what are you doing at home?" Duan Ling asked.
"I will protect you." Wu Du said, "Don't be afraid."
Duan Ling said: "It shouldn't be necessary. When Muqing was there, Lord Changliu was often there. I think that who... would not dare to come in and trouble me."
Wu Du looked at Duan Ling, and Duan Ling said again: "Your injury is not healed yet, don't move around."
"The feet are almost better." Wu Du said, "The right hand can make a sword."
Duan Ling thought about whether Wu Du wanted to squat on the beam to watch him read, it was really tiring, and he struggled like this every day. Taking the identity of the prince and asking him to obey orders is not enough, Wu Du will be angry.
"I'm still sleeping when I stay at home." Wu Du said, "Eat quickly, go after eating, don't talk about it."
Duan Ling had no choice but to give up and said, "If you see Lord Changliu, don't fight."
Wu Du replied, "Naturally I don't have the same knowledge as him."
Duan Ling wanted to clean up after dinner, but Wu Du told him to hurry up and leave it alone. Duan Ling had no choice but to pick up the book and go out. He glanced back and saw that Wu Du was cleaning the dishes and chopsticks.
"I'm leaving, you don't want to go." Duan Ling said to Wu Du.
Wu Du made a gesture, motioning you to hurry up.
Duan Ling went around seven times and eight times. The new prime minister's mansion was much larger than the one in Xichuan. When they came to the book hall, Mu Qing and her husband were already waiting. Duan Ling hurriedly pleaded guilty. sit. After a while, Lord Changliu came in, sat down beside Muqing, moved the case, and sat cross-legged.
"What are you doing?" Mu Qing asked.
Changliu-jun covered his face, his tone was a little unhappy, and he said, "Read with you."
Duan Ling glanced curiously and saw Changliujun holding a copy of "A Thousand Characters", remembering that Mu Kuangda said he was illiterate before, and almost sprayed tea on the table. Xindao must have been stabbed in the sore spot by Wu Du last night, and decided to become a literate assassin from now on, right
"Remember what you read before?" said the gentleman, "do it again."
"Yes." Duan Ling's memory is very good. He turned out the "University" before leaving Xichuan and memorized three chapters. The husband nodded, and began to teach and write, and said to Muqing: "You have been playing for a few days, today At the beginning, I will put the play heart away, and Wang Shan is also back, so don't blame me for beating your hands."
Only then did Duan Ling know that Muqing hadn't studied much since he moved the capital.
"Yellow." Duan Lingchao said to Jun Changliu, who was beside him, "Yellow of the profound yellow of heaven and earth."
Changliu-jun nodded, not daring to make a sound.
"Wang Shan, what do you always look at the top of your head?" said Mr.
"It's nothing." Duan Ling said, "I slept with my neck twisted yesterday."
Duan Ling searched for Wu Du's figure on the beam, but he never found it. It happened that Lord Changliu was there, and Wu Du was no longer there. However, within a moment, the sound of clogs came from the corridor.
"Who built the house." Wu Du said, "It's all round and round, won't the shepherd get lost in the mansion?"
Several people in the book hall glanced at Wu Du together, Wu Du kicked on the clogs, bent down and put them away, walked in barefoot, first bowed to the master, then moved a table and sat down beside Duan Ling.
Everyone: "… "
"You're here too." Mu Qing said.
"I will accompany him to study." Wu Du replied, "There is no distinction between teachings, Master, is that what you say?"
The Master said, "There is no difference between teaching and learning, and you can't fight in the school."
Duan Ling didn't expect Wu Du's "guarding" to be so openly guarded, and immediately found it funny. Wu Du pointed to Duan Ling's paper and ink, motioned him to leave himself alone, and inadvertently glanced at the "Thousand Characters" held in Changliu's hand, and said in surprise, "Changliu-kun, are you illiterate?"
At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
"He's studying." Mu Qing said immediately.
"By reviewing the old and learning the new, you can be a teacher." Duan Ling added.
Changliujun: "..."
Wu Du then nodded and didn't ask any further questions. Lord Changliu was sweating, but he didn't dare to read aloud. The master urged the two to write a fuss, and got up and went out.
As soon as the Master left, Duan Ling and Muqing both relaxed and fell to the side. Muqing drank last night and was still dizzy, lying on the table and dozing off, while Duan Ling leaned lazily against the armrest by the table. With a tripod on Wu Du's lap, the sun shines brightly in the autumn, and it shines in from outside the window panes, making everyone feel warm. Duan Ling felt that life is really beautiful, even reading is meaningful, and he is no longer alone.
"Wang Shan." Mu Qing looked a little appetizing and said, "Come here, I have something to tell you, you teach me."
Duan Ling was about to get up, but Wu Du said, "It's not noon yet, what are you doing?"
Mu Qing had to continue to sit and move around until the master came back, read the article prepared in front of the two, and rang the bell outside, and then agreed to put the meal, the four of them lined up in the corridor a little higher. Sitting on a wooden board, holding a food box in his hand, eating while talking. Muqing and Lord Changliu were called away halfway through their meal, leaving Duan Ling and Wu Du.
"Guess where they went?" Duan Ling said to Wu Du.
"I think it's also a guest." Wu Du replied, "Let's eat something delicious, do you want to eat?"
Duan Ling waved his hand, the autumn wind was pleasant in the afternoon, the leaves were rustling, the wind chimes were jingling, and the sun slanted in. Jiangzhou is really a good place, with four distinct seasons, unlike Xichuan, which is always gloomy.
When Wu Du saw that Duan Ling was tired, he let him lean against each other. The two leaned against each other in the corridor and took a nap. When he woke up, Ling rubbed his eyes. Before Mu Qing came back, Wu Du taught him to practice the sword for a while. . One person has a wooden ruler, Wu Du has one hand behind his back, and he doesn't take a step.
"The shoulders are too high," Wu Du said. "The key to the mountain splitting style lies in the arms, not the shoulders. Once the shoulders are raised, they will be cut off."
Duan Ling did what he did, and slashed forward suddenly, Wu Du turned around, and Duan Ling almost fell, Wu Du laughed, grabbed his waist with one hand, hugged him up and stood up straight.
"Come again." Wu Du said, "Take care of my feet another day, and teach you to jump off the wall and practice light kung fu."
Mu Qing came back, threw something to Duan Ling, and said, "For you."
It was a coral bead, and Duan Ling knew at a glance that it belonged to the Yuan people. The pastor had never had such a bead before.
"Where did it come from?" Duan Ling asked.
"Dad gave it." Mu Qing said, "I will give you one too. Are you learning swords? Can I learn it too?"
Wu Du saw that Muqing gave Duan Ling something, and he felt that it was not easy to take it for nothing, so he taught him a few tricks, Duan Ling and Muqing were going to and from me to practice, and Lord Changliu watched for a while and said: " You teach them the swordsmanship of mountains and rivers?!"
"None of your business." Wu Du replied.
Duan Ling: "..."
There is only Wu Du in Baihutang now, and he is naturally the one in charge. Whoever loves to teach, Changliu-Jun can't intervene, so he can only watch from the side, and finally ask: "Have you ever found your mind?"
"No." Wu Du replied.
Changliu-jun sneered and said casually, "If you don't have a mind, practice a ghost's sword."
"Read your book." Wu Du said impatiently, "Why are you so close to Jun
Changliujun: "..."
From this day on, both Wu Du and Changliu Jun joined Duan Ling and Muqing in their study. Changliujun occasionally went to accompany Mu Kuangda, but Wu Du was there almost every day. The weather was getting cooler, and when the brazier was set up in the book hall, the first snow of winter came, and the daytime only made people more lazy. Yes, it can not only warm hands, but also warm feet, and is inseparable from Duan Ling all day long, making Muqing full of jealousy.
The snow in Jiangzhou is dense and clean, fluttering in the wind, and all the plants are covered with a thin layer of white gauze. Today, Wu Du had just arrived in the book hall, and was called away by Mu Kuangda, leaving Duan Ling and Mu Qing to cook a fire in front of the brazier, laughing and joking. After a while, Wu Du hurried over and said to Duan Ling outside the book hall, "I have to go to the palace."
"Did something happen?" Duan Ling asked.
"I don't know." Wu Du said, "It is said that a foreign envoy has come, and His Majesty personally passed it on. Let me go in and meet."
Duan Ling said: "Then go, do you want to wait for you to eat at night?"
"I'm afraid of giving a banquet." Wu Du replied, "I will definitely come back at night, yourself..."
Duan Ling knew that the half sentence after Wu Du was "Be careful of yourself", so he understood it and nodded to him. It has been nearly three months after returning to Jiangzhou, and Lang Junxia has never come to kill him, and the prince has not taken any action. Could it be that he does not want to touch him? Duan Ling often relaxed his vigilance, but he had to force his mind to remind himself to be careful.
"Mountain." Muqing said to Duan Ling, only then did Duan Ling regain his senses and said, "Let's study, there will be an exam in the first month of the month."
Muqing always called him that, and Duan Ling thought it was strange. Although he only called him by a single name, it always seemed a little too intimate.
"Wu Du is very cunning." Mu Qing said solemnly, "He must have lied to you."
"What?" Duan Ling heard the word "liar" associated with Wu Du, and instantly his scalp tingled and his stomach began to hurt.
"Chenpin said." Mu Qing replied, "Don't always believe in Wu Du, you can do whatever he asks you to do."
"No no." Duan Ling defended, "He won't lie to me."
Wu Du really wanted to invite merit and reward, but now that he is dead, can he still sit and talk to Mu Qing
Muqing had no choice but to say nothing and turned the page. Duan Ling was a little curious again. He knew that Muqing was for his own good, but he was ruthless. , after all, he has mastered too many secrets of Mu Kuangda, and in a sense, the Mu family is still his benefactor.
So he always controlled himself, didn't have a deep friendship with Muqing, and left room for everything. Except for studying and taking the exam, he didn't give him any chance to cultivate his feelings. Otherwise, it would only be more painful for each other to settle accounts in the future.
"Why did Changpin say that?" Duan Ling keenly felt that since what Muqing said just now came from Changpin's mouth, it must not have been just casually said, and there must be something hidden in the words.