Xuancheng, Jiangnan, Wenhua Academy.

A luxurious carriage stopped at the entrance of the academy, and the maid helped a very dignified-looking lady down. After getting off the carriage, her eyes fell on the plaque of the academy for a long time, and then she walked slowly in with the help of the maid.

They were followed by a team of servants, all holding things in their hands, whether it was clothes or food, and some valuable pens, inks, papers and inkstones. From the first glance, they came from a wealthy family.

The group of people walked through the academy and came to the door of a small courtyard. The richly dressed lady looked at the simple courtyard in front of her, and the complicated feeling in her heart suddenly arose again.

Qingfeng Xiaoyuan, can he really ignore everything?

Doesn't he know that the Song family has become the laughing stock of the entire Xuancheng family? As a member of the Song family, could he really abandon his own family?

The lady standing at the door was none other than Song Siwen's mother, Mrs. Qin. She had come to the academy many times but had not even seen Song Siwen in person.

Song Siwen only spent one night at the Song family after returning to Xuancheng, and then moved to the academy.

But the Song family could only be ridiculed by outsiders, but they could not say that Song Siwen was unfilial at all, just because Song Siwen was invited to live in the academy by his mentor, the great Confucian Master Zeng from Jiangnan.

It was precisely under the guidance of this mentor that Song Siwen was known as the number one child prodigy in Jiangnan at that time, and his reputation was so great.

However, everyone who knows clearly knows that Song Siwen did not want to go back to the Song family. Even when he met his brother in the academy, he pretended that he did not know him, which made many students in Jiangnan laugh behind their backs. The Song family allowed Song Siwen to travel and treated him badly. No matter whether you ask or not.

Now that he is back, he is no longer on the same page as the Song family. Even during the Dragon Boat Festival, Song Siwen did not return to the Song family.

Mrs. Song calmed down the emotions on her face and signaled the maid to go forward and knock on the door. Soon, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was an old man, who was also the father of the Yang brothers. He looked a bit old, but more like the grandfather of the Yang brothers. When he saw the person coming, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes. He stepped out of the threshold and made a mistake. The gift.

"lady."

"The young master has gone out with his wife. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back for a while. Does your wife want to go in and have a rest?"

It was like this again, even though there was a hint of anger in her disappointment, she still held it back.

Mrs. Song looked at the old man and said, "This is his teacher's residence. Since Siwen is not here, we will not go in. These are some things we brought to Siwen."

Mrs. Song looked behind her and said, "Lan Xiu, please take someone inside."

"Yes, ma'am."

"When the young master comes back, I will tell him that his wife has been here."

Mrs. Song took a step forward, looked at the old man, sighed quietly, and asked him, "Is his health really better? Is there any discomfort left?"

"You can't just focus on studying. He is weak, so he should pay more attention and take more breaks on weekdays..."

"There are many famous doctors in the south of the Yangtze River. If there is any discomfort, I will send someone to call for you."

She was very concerned on her face, but the old man sneered in his heart. If he really cared about his son, how could he be willing to let him be forced to travel at a young age? When Song Siwen was born, he was running errands in the courtyard. He was indeed Mrs. Song's child, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that this mother and son were very different from ordinary mothers and sons.

"Young Master met a miracle doctor in the capital. He is indeed well now. I won't bother Madam."

These words were very strange to Mrs. Song's ears. The smile on her face gradually stiffened. The servants who went to deliver things in the yard also came out. Mrs. Song said: "In that case, I will come to see him next time."

"Madam, walk slowly."

After watching the group of people leave, the old man returned to the yard. As soon as he closed the door, his young son came out from nowhere and said angrily: "I saw that the young master was getting well soon, so I wanted to care about him. Why have I never seen him before?" Does she care so much about her young son?"

"I think I heard rumors in the academy that the young master's articles are so good. Who doesn't envy such a good son who can read? They don't know how to cherish it."

"Fortunately, the young master is not here, otherwise I would have been sad again."

Song Siwen's mind was so sensitive that he decided to leave home without a trace of concern. If he wasn't so heartbroken, who would be willing to leave his family at such a young age?

Yang's father raised his hand and knocked him on the head, scolding: "Don't talk too much!"

"What I said is true..."

"Go and collect all the things that the madam sent. You can report them when you come back. Don't let the young master see those things."

"My son knows."

Although the things Mrs. Song sent were all valuable, Song Siwen never wanted these, and he didn't need them now.

In the evening, Song Siwen returned to Qingfeng Xiaoyuan with his mentor Master Zeng. When Master Zeng went back to his room to rest, Yang Dong told Mrs. Song about her visit to Qingfeng Xiaoyuan.

Song Siwen had a slight smile on his face, but that smile made everyone feel uncomfortable.

"Next time, tell my mother not to bother coming here anymore. She has a lot of homework recently. I will go back to pay her respects another day."

The Yang family father and son looked at each other and hurriedly responded.

Seeing that Song Siwen was not in a high mood, Yang Dong hurriedly walked indoors and took out a letter.

"Young Master, this letter from the capital means it's time for Divine Doctor Lu to inquire about your physical condition."

Song Siwen's expression softened a lot and he took Yang Dong's letter. In addition to Lu Zheng asking about his health, the letter also contained Xiao Qi's greetings.

A faint smile appeared on Song Siwen's lips after reading it. However, when he saw that the address to which he wanted to reply was not Prince Lingyang's Mansion, but an unknown village on the outskirts of Beijing, Song Siwen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Is there something unexpected happening in the capital?


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