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Chapter 129 Distraction
After Yang Zhiyuan waited for Sanskrit to arrive, he only drank a cup of tea here before going to the study.

Fanyin saw his father's dazed and absent-minded appearance a little strangely, and seeing Zhong Xingyan's virtue of waiting for his meal with his mouth open, he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked him: "What's wrong with my father? Did you say something to my father? "

Zhong Xingyan rubbed his chin and tilted his head, "I didn't say anything? I just praised Mr. Yang for being too down-to-earth and honest, so easy to be deceived."

"Is this a compliment? It's obviously a sarcasm."

Sanskrit rolled his eyes, Zhong Xingyan chuckled, "You said that yourself, I didn't say that."

Fanyin looked at him like this and was really not in the mood to fight back, so he asked Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Wang to come and entertain him. Fanyin sat aside and seemed to entertain him, but in fact he didn't say a word at all. Now there are Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Bichun. , Cuiqiao is here, she can't scold and bicker casually like before.

If you can't scold and bicker, what else can you say to Zhong Xingyan?

Fanyin was on the sidelines only hoping that Zhong Xingyan would leave quickly, but this guy went crazy for some reason, and refused to leave after eating. The little one is ready to move.

"When will Brother Zhong be free to take me there?" Er Fatty knew him very well, because he was really inseparable from someone like Zhong Xingyan.

Zhong Xingyan glanced at Sanskrit, and pointed his mouth in that direction, "Will your senior sister let you go?"

Er Pang's joy immediately froze and disappeared, he shrank his neck and said, "No." After saying this, Er Pang frowned and looked at Zhong Xingyan, "At least I won't let me go with you."

Zhong Xingyan was choked, but the funny Sanskrit could not help laughing, Er Fatty quickly took the opportunity to please, "Sister Huailiu, I haven't strolled in Beijing yet, and the weather is good now, look at this... ..."

"If you can memorize all the "Analects of Confucius", you are allowed to play as you like." Sanskrit's condition made the little flame that had been extinguished in Er Fatty's heart smoke again, he gritted his teeth after thinking about it for a long time, and said, "I'm going to memorize it now!" Without saying anything, the fat man took Liu An back to his yard.

Mrs. Wang sent him back very enthusiastically. Because Er Fatty was timid and afraid, Zhong Xingyan watched him leave and couldn't help but shook his head. Strong enough but a rat guts, what can you do as a poor, pedantic stinky literati? How do you teach children."

"Anyway, I won't be shameless to go to other people's house for dinner, and I don't have the consciousness to eat people's mouths and take people's hands short." Zhong Xingyan curled his lips at Sanskrit's run, "The news I sent to Master Yang is worthless I'm afraid it's priceless."

Sanskrit was startled, "What did you tell my father?"

"Why do you meddle in so many men's affairs, you girl?" Zhong Xingyan wiped his mouth, and was about to leave, but he stopped involuntarily, looked up and down the Sanskrit voice for a while before shaking his head: "Forget it, You have more heart than your father, so you must not be at a disadvantage, I won't talk about it anymore, let's go!"

"Come back..." Sanskrit's yell did not stop him, Zhong Xingyan swaggered and waved, "If your father doesn't tell you, I'll tell you tomorrow."

Zhong Xingyan stood at the gate of Yang's house wandering for a long time before leaving, as if he was afraid that others would not see him visiting Yang's house.

Sanskrit-sounding Nao Ren'er was in pain, but she had nothing to do with him, she didn't care about scolding Zhong Xingyan, and she went to Yang Zhiyuan's study with the food.

Just now when Zhong Xingyan and the others were eating, Cuiqiao went to invite them. Yang Zhiyuan said that he was not hungry and would eat later. Fanyin knew that his father had something on his mind. some.

Yang Zhiyuan was reading a book at the table, and when he saw Fanyin bringing the food, he might as well put down the book and walk to the table, "Master Zhong has left?"

"Let's go," Sanskrit put the food in front of his father, pouted and muttered: "This man also comes from a wealthy family, and he actually goes to other people's homes for every meal, how does he survive?"

Yang Zhiyuan couldn't help but smiled, "It's not been a day or two since he's been famous for his strangeness, he's still kind to us here."

Seeing that he didn't complain about Zhong Xingyan, Sanskrit paused and asked tentatively: "Did he say something to you again? It seems that you are absent-minded today."

"Today, County Magistrate Fang asked me for a few private chats, looking back at our relationship in Qingcheng County." Yang Zhiyuan seemed to be looking for an outlet to vent his depression, "but Zhong Xingyan said that he had defected to Yuwenhou In the first line, even the county magistrate who has always been against him has eased the relationship."

Yang Zhiyuan laughed bitterly at himself, "It's too much to be a father. What Zhong Xingyan said is right. People in the officialdom don't have any affection to talk about. There is only interest. It seems that many things need to be discussed in the long term. Think about it."

Fanyin couldn't say anything about it. Just now, her father had already said that it was related to Fang County Magistrate. She must not be able to follow and worry about this matter.

Putting this topic aside, Fanyin couldn't help but think of Zhong Xingyan, "This person has walked through the main entrance of our mansion now, but he still comes every day. Does this matter affect you?"

"Leave him alone. When you come, you can cook a meal and entertain him. If you don't come, you don't want to flatter and force. As a father, you are just a small master. How can you manage these high-ranking officials' children?" Yang Zhiyuan's words were full of meaning, "What will others do? It has nothing to do with me, if they come to drive Zhong Xingyan away if they have the ability, there is nothing I can do."

Fanyin couldn't help but chuckle, she could see the cunning in her father's eyes, it's not necessarily a bad thing to use that guy as a shield, there should always be a price to be paid for eating and drinking for free, or maybe... Zhong Xingyan's goal is that.

The father and daughter put aside these headaches and irritating trifles, and talked about finding a husband for Er Fatty. Originally, Yang Zhiyuan intended to let him study in the school in Beijing, but now it seems that the time is not right, so they can only find a suitable husband first. , Now that I started reading "The Analects of Confucius", it can be explained that I can't speak Sanskrit, even if I can speak it, it must not conform to the dead rules of the imperial examination, so I still need to find a gentleman who has experience in the imperial examination to teach.

It's not because Yang Zhiyuan doesn't want to teach in person, it's because he doesn't have enough time, and he's too busy with troubles now;

Secondly, and the most important point, Yang Zhiyuan is more willing to find someone from the capital to travel around with Er Fatty and make friends with the literati circle, so that he can gain a lot of knowledge and know more anecdotes, because that is an area that he cannot set foot in. Because he is already an official.

The father and daughter made up their minds like this, and simply went back to their respective yards to rest.

As soon as Sanskrit went out, he saw Bichun standing by the courtyard door of the study, with that affectionate look, seemed to be causing a "chance encounter"?
"What are you doing here?" Seeing that she was alone, Fanyin couldn't help but look a little cold. There must be proper rules, the house is already chaotic enough, if these two maids continue to make trouble, life will not be over.

Seeing that the light in the study room was still on and that her master didn't come out, Bichun felt disappointed, but she didn't dare not answer Sanskrit's question, so she hurried forward to bless Fushen, and replied: "Yes. Aunt Miao asked the slaves to see if the master had rested, for fear that the master would be too tired."

"Aunt Miao said this?" Sanskrit stared at her, Bichun nodded quickly, "It's really Aunt Miao's order, how dare the servants talk nonsense to the young miss."

"Go back, father has something to do today," Sanskrit said, and Bichun was a little unwilling. "The servant also prepared evening tea for the master, do you want to send it in..."

"No need, father doesn't need tea at night. Didn't Aunt Miao tell you? Don't wait in front of the study door, go find Mama Wang, ask Mama Wang to ask, there are people coming and going in our family now, Don't you make people laugh at your random wandering around." Fanyin frowned, and Bichun's face turned red.

Despite Qing Miao's orders, Bichun still felt guilty and did not dare to say more, she could only nod her head in response, then hurriedly left the study and walked towards Qing Miao's small courtyard.

Sanskrit sighed, if there are too many women, there are too many right and wrong. Is she a girl who can still take care of her father?Shouldn't it be time to remind father to marry a stepmother again?
At night, the stars shine brightly, and the full moon overlooks the earth, so that every household turns off the lights and goes to bed one after another. Even the birds and insects on the trees stop singing and fall asleep.

Yu Wenxin listened to the guard's report, and took a thin letter in his hand. Although the paper was thin, the content on it made him feel a rare heartbeat.

"Yang Huailiu is actually a fake?"

Yu Wenxin muttered softly, and then showed a smile of unknown meaning, but there was a playful and teasing lingering in the smile, after a long pause, he said to the guards around him: "Can this news be confirmed to be true or not? "

"[-]% sure, if you want to confirm the authenticity, I'm afraid you need to check carefully."

"Then go and check again." Yu Wenxin's order made the guards a little puzzled. The current news was found out because of Yang Zhiyuan's investigation, but it seemed that his son was more interested in Yang Huailiu's news than Yang Zhiyuan's. Ignore it?
Who exactly is he looking for?
Yu Wenxin saw the confusion on the guard's face, and said in a stern voice, "I'm looking for something, do I need to explain it to you?"

"I don't dare to be humble, I will go here." The guard quickly bowed his head and confessed.

"Within three days, I want information from everyone in Yang Zhiyuan's family, including the dead." Yu Wenxin looked at the guard next to him, and the cold look made the guard's heart tense. You should get out.

Yu Wenxin picked up the paper in his hand and pulled out a faint smile, "Yang Huailiu, Yang Huailiu, she was just a little nun before, but now she can become a lady of the official family? A 14-year-old girl actually has this city, what kind of evildoer? We wait Let's see how you finish this scene."

In the early morning of the next day, Fanyin received an invitation letter as soon as he got up, and the inscription was: Loyalty to Mrs. Uncle.

(End of this chapter)