King Anjun came out for a walk and regretted it.
The weather is so cold and the road is so dark, he should bring some wrapping and warm clothes before leaving home.
This is all right, he has no money and no carriage, and even his confidant, Wu Yang, has his grandfather detained.
Wu Yang was the one who went to Chen Country with him at the beginning. He was seven years older than him. He was both his dark guard and his playmate.
He always felt that Wu Yang was completely loyal to him after so many hardships, and reality gave him a cruel blow.
Unknowingly, he had wandered around the capital for several hours, fell several times, and there were still not many pedestrians on the street, but for the first time in his life, he felt that the excitement had nothing to do with him.
He walked through the flowing streets and came to a small courtyard where he once lived.
But just as he was about to go in, he was stopped by the servant inside.
The little servant said in embarrassment: "The prince, the little one just received an order from the dealer, and you are not allowed to enter the house."
very good.
really good.
Can't even live in another courtyard.
Can't live here, there are other places.
Prince An went to the three houses under the Zhuang family's name in a row, but was turned away without exception.
Prince An can't even enter the restaurant and inn that he has been to as a guest. First, he has no money. This is not the point. In the past, he could walk sideways in the capital without money. Grab the money.
The second point is that Mrs. Zhuang ordered someone to deliver news to the restaurants and inns he had been to.
How did Mrs. Zhuang know his past so well
Thank you Wu Yang.
After an unknown number of rejections, Prince An looked at the quiet sky, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Grandfather was right, without the identity of the grandson of the Zhuang family, he is nothing.
Mr. Zhuang probably wanted to use this method to force King Anjun back. King Anjun was a sensible and obedient child from childhood to adulthood. He had suffered hardships and sins, but he did not face all that alone.
He has Wu Yang and many masters by his side. Behind him are the Queen Mother and Tai Fu, and the entire Zhuang family.
Now he has nothing.
He couldn't even find a place to stay.
Sad and funny.
But there is one thing he is very grateful for, and that is that Gu Jiao has cured his eyes, and he is no longer night blind, otherwise he would be extravagant to walk on the street at this moment.
The cold wind slashed at his face like a knife, and at first he could feel the pain, but gradually he became numb.
After walking for a while, even his mind became numb, and he didn't even know where he was going. When he realized where it was, his eyebrows twitched and he turned and left!
Too late.
A small mushroom head stuck out from the crack of the door: "Are you... looking for someone?"
"I..." Prince An opened his mouth.
The courtyard door was pushed open by Xiaodouding, and the candlelight in the yard came out. Xiaodouding saw his face clearly, and said, "You are the brother who came to my house! We met in the countryside, brother you. Still remember me?"
Prince An was speechless.
When Gu Jiao's family was still in the country, he visited the door, and in order to recognize the Queen Mother, he went there more than once.
But... it's been so long, how does the little guy still remember him
Afterwards, without waiting for Prince An to say that I would not be disturbed when I was passing by, Xiaodouding shouted in the yard, "Brother-in-law! There are guests at home!"
The King of Anjun was startled: "I... that... hey..."
Xiao Heng came over and said to Xiao Jingkong, "Are you trying to sneak out to play again?"
Xiaojing blinked guiltily: "Where do I have it!"
After all, he ran away.
Xiao Heng looked outside the door, who was trying to keep calm but was at a loss for Prince An, his eyes were a little hard to say.
The King of Anjun was also guilty.
Although he has not yet reached the crown, he is not considered an adult man according to the customs of Zhao Kingdom, but he is about to get married, and the crown ceremony will be ahead of schedule.
Soon he was a real man.
Men have a good face, especially in front of rivals and opponents, they must not show their timidity.
King Anjun made up his mind not to tell Xiao Heng to see that he was a lost dog. He straightened his back and said with a strong aura, "I'm passing by, I'm not here to be a guest, I'll go first."
Xiao Heng gave him a deep look and said, "Come in and sit down."
Anjun Wang was taken aback.
Are they both familiar
He was just passing by, but Xiao Liulang actually invited him into the room to sit
Sit and sit!
Who is afraid of who!
Prince Anjun hummed without changing his face, and entered the room with Xiao Heng with a cold face.
At this time, the few young men in the house were running around in the courtyard. The front and rear doors of the main room were open, and there was no fire.
Xiao Heng asked An Jun Wang to sit down on the chair by the table and poured An Jun Wang a cup of hot tea.
King An was wandering on the street for an afternoon and a half night. He was cold and thirsty. He took the teacup and took a slow sip, and his stomach instantly warmed up.
Xiao Heng sat down opposite him: "Have you eaten yet?"
"I've eaten it." King Anjun said with a serious face.
Gollum~
His stomach growled.
Anjun Wang blushed.
Xiao Heng called Yu Ya’er and asked Yu Ya’er to go to the kitchen to get a bowl of noodles.
Yu Ya'er looked back at Anjun Wang several times.
Prince An said, even if I'm handsome, I don't need to keep looking at me like this, right? Xiao Liulang, your maid doesn't really understand the rules...
Auntie went to Aunt Liu's house to make leaf cards, and Lao Jijiu went to serve tea and private money, and she was not at home.
Yao shi held Gu Xiaobao to watch her aunt play cards. Gu Xiaobao was excited when she saw the cards, and Yao shi didn't know why.
Prince An was drinking tea and looking around.
"Jiaojiao isn't here." Xiao Heng pierced through.
Gu Jiao went to the hospital, but she wasn't there.
King Anjun drank tea to hide his embarrassment.
Yu Ya'er cooked a bowl of smoked bamboo shoots and bacon noodles, accompanied by a small plate of pickles.
Anjun Wanggui is the grandson of the Zhuang family, and he usually eats delicacies from mountains and seas, but for some reason, he thinks this is the best noodles he has ever eaten.
After a bowl of noodles, Anjun Wang felt comfortable, even his frozen toes were warm.
He didn't have a drop of soup left, and he ate the pickles cleanly.
After drinking the tea and eating the noodles, Prince An will feel embarrassed to stay any longer.
Just when he was about to say goodbye, there was a mad little voice from the small clear space in the room.
This kind of sound usually only occurs when Gu Jiao is out, but when Gu Jiao is at home, he is very good.
"Sit down for a while, I'll take a look." Xiao Heng got up and went to the Westinghouse.
Xiao Qingkong couldn't find anything again. He rummaged through his little treasure chest, and the ground was full of his toys.
"What are you looking for?" Xiao Heng asked.
Xiao Jingkong stomped on his hips: "Xiao Jin! My Xiao Jin is gone! It's naughty again!"
Xiao Heng lay down and found the golden abacus under the bed, then pulled Xiao Qingkong together and packed up the things on the ground one by one.
Prince An didn't mean to peek, but he was facing the direction of the Westinghouse, and it was hard not to see.
He didn't expect that the dignified court officials would do what the servants did when they returned home.
Isn't there a maid
"It's getting late, you should take a shower."
"I don't want to take a shower!"
Sure enough, if Gu Jiao was not there, he was not a good baby who likes to take a bath.
Xiao Heng was not used to him.
Xiao Heng came out to draw water, and pointed to King Anjun in the direction of the study room, and said, "I'll take a bath first for Qing Kong. If you want to sit in the study room, it's warm there."
"Ah... this... "
Forget it, the kindness is hard to accept, so he sits down again, and when Xiao Liulang is done with his work, he will say goodbye to him solemnly.
Thinking so, King Anjun entered Xiao Heng's study.
Before King Anjun came to the house, Xiao Heng had been staying in the study, so he lit the brazier, and it was burning vigorously at this time.
Xiao Heng went to the stove to fetch hot water, picked it up and down several times, and by the way chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.
The King of Anjun was incredible.
During the day, I work in two yamen, and I have to work when I get home, so wouldn't I hire a few more servants
Isn't he quite good at making money? When he was in Guozijian, he helped people recite poems and compose poems, which was expensive.
Soon, King Anjun discovered that Xiao Heng had done far more than that.
There are several homework books on the desk, most of them are from the small headroom, and the other half are from Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun.
So Xiao Liulang still has to tutor his three brothers-in-law's homework
On the edge of this pile of homework is a thick pile of paper, the ink on the top pages is still dry, and it looks like it was written tonight.
King Anjun glanced at it casually, and was surprised to find that he did not recognize the words on it.
He doesn't speak and is proficient in the languages of the six countries, but he still knows a little bit. These are neither the characters of the Lower Three Kingdoms nor the characters of the Upper Three Kingdoms.
"Is it in Sanskrit?" King Anjun did not understand Sanskrit, but he had seen Buddhist scriptures in Sanskrit, and he did not look like this.
Amidst the wailing of ghosts and wolf howls that only heard the sound of thunder but not raindrops, Xiao Heng gave a certain Xiaodouding a strong bath, put on his clothes and threw them into the bed.
Xiao Heng took out the bath water, and returned to the study after packing up.
Prince An looked at the paper in his hand, and said embarrassingly, "I just looked at it casually."
"It's alright, look at it." Xiao Heng entered the room.
The King of Anjun pointed to the next door: "He... does this happen every day?"
Xiao Heng snorted: "Jiaojiao is not like him." Taking a bath is like fighting a war.
King Anjun thought of the scene where his scalp was numb from the noise next door, and it was hard to imagine how Xiao Liulang came here every day.
Thinking about it this way, Xiao Liulang is not easy.
"By the way, what are these?" King An asked looking at the stack of papers on the table.
"The formula." Xiao Heng said.
"Calculation, formula?" An Jun Wang frowned strangely.
Xiao Heng glanced at the paper in his hand: "The one you are looking at is for the ancestors."
King An's expression became even more bizarre: "Isn't the calculation of the ancestor rate using the method of cutting the circle?"
He still knows the method of cutting a circle, but this is obviously not the case.
Xiao Heng explained: "This is another way."
King Anjun was still confused: "Do you use these strange patterns?"
Xiao Heng thought for a moment seriously: "Strictly speaking, they should be regarded as another kind of language."
Prince An: "Another kind? Outside the Six Kingdoms? Turkic?"
Xiao Heng: "No, the Turks used the script of the Jin state. There are some differences, but they are roughly the same."
The cause has to start from the ancestors of the Turks and the Jin state. At that time, it was not the Jin state, but the former dynasty of the Jin state. It is rumored that it was originally a part of the Turks, and the tribes behind them became independent.
But it is also said that the Turks were part of the former dynasty of the Jin state. This statement is recorded in the annals of history, but the historical facts belong to the victors. Who can say that the former and former dynasties of the Jin state did not allow historians to modify the annals of history
Prince An suddenly became interested, put down his body and asked Xiao Heng for advice.
In the past, he would never be able to pull this face off.
Tonight... The hell knows what happened to him tonight.
Xiao Heng has always been secretive, but whenever anyone sincerely asks for advice, he knows everything he knows, and he is willing to give it all.
He started with simple numbers, and slowly moved to basic formulas.
King Anjun never knew that arithmetic could be so interesting. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world and sunk into it.
And he seemed to understand why the students of Guozijian and the jinshi of the Imperial Academy were willing to ask Xiao Liulang for advice. Xiao Liulang never showed off his literary skills when he preached and taught, and it was all knowledge that could really be understood.
It wasn't until he was here that he finally realized that Xiao Liulang didn't get to where he is today because of his connections. Everything he had was obtained by his own abilities.
"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Heng asked.
The King of Anjun smiled: "When you became the champion of the new division, I never gave you my heart."
Xiao Heng looked at him: "Are you convinced of me now?"
Prince An opened his mouth and nodded, "You can say that."
Xiao Heng put down the paper in his hand, looked at the essence through the phenomenon, and said sharply: "It's okay to stay overnight, one tael of silver a night."
The King of Anjun choked: "Cough, talking about money hurts feelings."
Xiao Heng said calmly: "On credit, one-third profit."
And interest
Wait, how did you know I was going on credit!
King Anjun coughed lightly: "Where do you live, where do you live?"
Xiao Heng raised his fingertips: "Next door."
Prince An's face darkened.
He couldn't lose face in front of Xiao Liulang.
"Let's talk about it first, I'm not homeless, it's because of your kindness, so I'll just reluctantly stay for one night."
He said, like a proud peacock went to the old sacrifice wine.
The big house was full, and there was only one small house left.
Until he crossed the threshold, he maintained the arrogance and nobility that a county king should have.
When Xiao Heng left, he took him to the door, and he subconsciously looked into the bronze mirror.
In the middle of the night, a series of screams like killing pigs broke out—
Ahh!
This beggar with a chicken coop head, a straw stuck in it, a blood-stained face, an open front, and three cracked sleeves is not him! ! !
(End of this chapter)