He knew he was dreaming again.
This dream has appeared in his life for decades, day and night, entangled, it seems to be deep into the bone marrow, and it seems to be flesh and blood. It can't be thrown away, it can't be digged away, and it seems like something is missing if it doesn't come for a day.
But he had never had such a clear dream, so clear as if it were real.
"Dog, why are you being so stubborn? Isn't my money your money? What do you think I earn money for? Isn't it just for you to study and make you proud?"
"Why do you say you are so stubborn! You say you are so stubborn, who do you show your stubbornness to?!"
"I know you don't like me, but I've been like this for many years, and I can't change it! I don't plan to change it either!"
"Look at Hong'er, does he look like you?"
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Xue Tingxiang suddenly felt that someone was shaking him. He opened his tired eyes and saw the dark inner room. Hu San's face was no longer young, and even the lines on the tent were so familiar to him. He was just dreaming.
It's just that the dream was too clear, the fragrance of sorghum contained in the air, and the curvature of her stubbornly pursed lips, made him immerse himself in the situation. And the tears she was crying from, crystal clear and shining with colorful light, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but was woken up by someone.
"Sir, it's time to drink the medicine."
Xue Tingxiang was propped up to give medicine. He was terminally ill, and he had to be served by someone to drink medicine. How could he still be like that Xue Shoufu who had been in court for decades.
Oh no, he's not the first assistant anymore.
He has submitted a letter to beg for bones, and plans to return to his hometown to retire.
In fact, he didn't plan to go back.
"Master Zhang, Master Wang, and Master Li, Master Cao, came to visit you, but they stayed out of the door at your command. I've been here every day, and I'm here again. Do you want to see me?"
What can they do? It's not that he thought his illness was an expedient measure, waiting for him to stand up and continue to lead them to fight the emperor, but he was really ill, terminally ill, and medicine and stone were ineffective.
"not see."
"Sir, sleep a little longer."
The room became quiet again, and Xue Tingxiang's eyelids began to heavier again. He blinked and fell into sleep again.
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"How can Master Wang come to see this old man?"
Wang Mingsheng's eyes were a little complicated, but he had a smile on his face: "In the end, as a minister of the same dynasty, this official should come to visit Lord Shoufu."
"I didn't expect you, Wang Mingsheng, to say such hypocritical words, but to see if the old man is dying for the emperor?" Xue Tingyan sarcastically said.
He was obviously an old man with a shriveled face and was obviously dying, but just because of his unpredictable, indifferent eyes that seemed a little inscrutable, people didn't dare to ignore him in the slightest.
After all, this is Xue Shoufu, and the name alone is enough to deter everyone. It was Xue Tingxiang's three dynasties, and the deep-rooted roots left by the court for decades, like a towering ancient tree with intertwined roots. He didn't need to do anything, just standing there, it was enough to make everyone daunted.
Otherwise, why would the new emperor have exhausted his means, but he still did not dare to act rashly, only daring to take the detour.
"It seems that your lord has misunderstood your Majesty a lot."
Xue Tingxiang snorted and laughed, half closed his eyes, did not speak, and looked like he was obviously too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Actually, this official is here for himself. I just came to see how the little man who abandoned his wife and son to climb the dragon and the phoenix is now in a miserable state. I am afraid that Mr. Xue is dead now, and there is even a descendant who wears hemp and filial piety. None of them, in fact, Master Xue is too hard to see, it's just a play, just listen to it and watch it, how can you take the fake play as real and make yourself angry like this? Is it because of conscience or fear? His true face is known to the world, he is reviled by others, and he has been smeared for thousands of years?"
"you… "
"It's too much to save face for you to say that you abandoned your wife and children. It should be killing your wife and killing your children, isn't it, Master Xue?"
No one knows all this. The world only knows that Xue Shoufu had an original partner before Mrs. Xue, but they don't know what happened to the original partner. After all, it's been too long. Xue Tingxiang has stood in the court for dozens of years. His former, former and current opponents have all been trampled under his feet.
The world only knows that Lord Shoufu is friendly and polite, but he does not know that Lord Shoufu also has a vicious and vicious side. All these years, anyone who wants to make a fuss from his old things has been a ghost. No one knows how many grievances have been added to it, and the only one who can know is Wang Mingsheng, the 'suffering master'.
"You, you are..."
Wang Mingsheng leaned to his face: "It's a pity that my mother's life is big, and so is my life. The sinking ship didn't kill us, but was saved by others. Ye Du wants to see this scene. It's a pity that your life is too long and you are in power, so I can only climb up step by step to a position where I can step you down... "
"You are... Hong'er..." Xue Tingxiang struggled to say this.
Wang Mingsheng stood up straight and smiled happily: "My name is not Hong'er, neither is my surname Xue, my surname is Wang. My mother remarried to the one who saved us... Don't get excited, even if you Now that I'm dead, I'm not your son either..."
Wang Mingsheng has always been known for being calm, reserved, and secretive. It is probably the first time that he has laughed so cheerfully in front of people.
"By the way, you don't have to think that even if your official surname is Wang, you can still inherit the Xue family's lineage. Let this official think about it, Yaoji released the rumor that this official had a good relationship with Longyang, it seems that you ordered someone to do it. . Really let you say, this official does not like women, so I will not marry for many years... "
He smiled and looked at the old man on the bed, seeing how shocked, disappointed, and remorseful he was.
But so what
He suddenly found that he was not as happy as he had imagined, even this smile seemed too fake. He suddenly lost interest, straightened the corners of his mouth, brushed his sleeves, and said, "Since Master Xue is okay, then this official will leave."
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"I didn't, I didn't..."
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
Hearing this voice, the mist in front of Xue Tingxiang suddenly dissipated, and he suddenly woke up from his dream. There was this dark inner room again, Hu San's unsightly face, even a little ugly, the air was filled with a bitter medicine smell, and there seemed to be a rotten aura floating gently.
Xue Tingxiang moved his lips, but no sound came out.
"Sir, what did you say?"
Hu San was very anxious and kept asking, but Xue Tingxiang couldn't speak at all, Hu San could only ask based on his own guess: "Are you thinking about what happened before? Don't worry, your words have been passed on to Master Zhang. , he already knew that Lord Wang is your only son and will do as you ordered."
Xue Tingxiang blinked, Hu San thought he had something to say, and put his ear beside his mouth, but only heard one sentence: "I don't..."
There is no text after that.
When Hu San looked up anxiously, he saw Xue Tingxiang's wide-open eyes and gray-blue face.
Shaking his hands, he stepped forward to touch the other's breath, but was shocked and sat on the ground.
The cold wind came in through the broken window paper, and it blew Xue Gouzi's face with a cold face.
He shuddered and opened his eyes.
Imprinted in the eyes is a small room, with blue brick walls and black tile roofs. The walls are covered with white ash, but they look gray. The beams of the house are in the color of solid wood, because there is no dust, they are exposed, and there are several bamboo baskets hanging on them. There seems to be something in the baskets, and they are covered with blue cloth.
He was lying on a kang with a half-new quilt covering his body. The quilt looked clean and tidy, but the cotton wool inside was hard.
And facing his kang feet, there is a row of dark brown kang cabinets. The cabinets are inlaid with folded leaves with bare brass nails and copper spike handles. They are carved with simple auspicious clouds and flowing water patterns, which look thick and generous. . Although it is nothing in a big family's home, it is already a piece of furniture that can be obtained in a farmer's family.
There is no problem in passing it down for several generations!
This is what his father said back then. His father was the best carpenter in the village.
Xue Gouzi felt a pain in his head, as if he had been beaten with a hoe. He tried to sit up, but was weak, and fell back onto the kang.
It was only then that he realized that he was Xue Gouzi, the eldest son of the second room of the Xue family. Because of something happened, he couldn't think of his anger and became ill for a while, and he had been sick for many days.
He is not Xue Tingxiang, that Xue Tingxiang is the person in his dream.
How could he be like that
In order to prove that it was all just his dream, he raised his hand to take a look.
really! The hand in front of him was slender and fair, and he didn't have the muscle and bone feeling that a man should have. He was only fourteen this year, so how could he live to be in his seventies and finally die.
Xue Gouzi let out a heavy sigh, and looked around again, and his heart finally calmed down.
Someone was talking outside, and the voice came in through the crack of the window.
"I'm talking about Zhao'er, it's not the fourth aunt who told you, look at what you have become now, a girl who stays in the family all day long, but learns how to do business with those small merchants and hawkers. That business is what you can do. What do you do? Look at your fourth uncle, you can't lose a few money by running around in the daytime, don't worry about it, if you have a little time, help your fourth aunt to do some work!"
The voice sounded like a young woman, but the irony in her words was too strong. It is said that the appearance is born from the heart, and it is no wonder that Sun has a mean face.
This thought flashed through Xue Gouzi's mind subconsciously, and then he was stunned. He hated the four aunts, but how could he think of each other so much
Before he could think of a reason, he heard the voice in the dream ring.
"Fourth aunt, I want to help you with some work, but you also know that the dog has been ill for many days. At first, the family gave a few pennies to get the medicine, but it only took half a month. The money didn't come together, so I stopped the medicine. The dog is my man. I can't just watch him get sick like this. It's not impossible for the fourth aunt to want me to help with the work. Otherwise, you can lend me some money to buy medicine. Can I pay you back slowly in the future?"
The owner of the voice was a young girl, and the tone revealed a capable and refreshing taste, mixed with a bit of run-on teasing.
Yes, Zhao'er was deliberately running on the Sun family.
Sun has always had a temperament that can't get in. It's more difficult for her to give out a penny than to go to the sky, let alone lend it to the two and a half children in the second room.
There are only two people left in the second room. The top door is only fourteen, but there is a big one, who is only sixteen, and is still a girl. Every time Mrs. Sun heard the rumors in the village that Zhao'er, a dead girl, had made money from any business, her face was full of disbelief.
What kind of business can this dead girl do to make money, but she digs three melons and two dates from the wild, and uses it to deceive the people in the city for a few pennies.
"Your aunt doesn't have any money to lend you any money. Our family's money is all with your mother. You can go there!" Mrs. Sun patted her butt and stood up and went into the house, too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhao'er.
"Since the fourth aunt has no money to lend me, I don't dare to take care of what Ama wants, so I can only figure out where to get some money and get medicine for the dog!"
Zhao'er's voice was particularly loud. Naturally, these words were not only for Mr. Sun, but also for Mr. Zhao, who was sitting in the main hall.
Sure enough, Zhao'er entered the house on the front foot, and Mrs. Zhao stood at the door and scolded Mrs. Sun: "You haven't washed the pigsty yet, so you're back in the house and corpse?"
Zhao'er pouted, lifted the curtain and walked in, and bumped into Xue Gouzi's eyes looking at her.
The author has something to say: a new article, double cultivation, different ways of pampering, first women favor men, then men favor women.
Although Mianmian is based on the big boos in the actor, don't sit in the same seat as Xue Tingxiang in the actor. The two books can be viewed as independent, because many of the details have changed.
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Although the male protagonist's name is Gouzi now, it will be changed later. Back then, people in the countryside had cheap names. In fact, I think the dog sounds pretty good, just like a cousin, isn't it? →.→