First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 565 Chapter 565 Warm in the middle of the night (two more)

  The King An came out and wandered around and regretted it.

  It is so cold and the road is so dark, he should bring some warm clothes and warm clothes before leaving home.

  This is all right, there is no money, no carriage, and even his confidant Wu Yang has his grandfather detained.

  Wu Yang was the person who went with him to the country of Chen, seven years older than him. He is not only his secret guard, but also his playmate.

  He always felt that Wu Yang was completely loyal to him after so many tribulations, and reality gave him a cruel blow.

  Unknowingly, he has been swaying in the capital for several hours, falling several times, and there are still not few pedestrians on the street, but for the first time in his life, he felt that this kind of excitement had nothing to do with him.

  He crossed the endless street and came to a small courtyard where he once lived.

  But when he was about to go in, he was stopped by the boy inside.

  Xiaoshou said embarrassedly: "The princess, the little one just received the order from the dealer to not allow you to enter the house."

  Very good.

really good.

  Can't even live in another courtyard.

  Can't live here, there are other places.

  Anjun Wang went to the three houses under the banker's name in succession, but was turned away without exception.

King An can’t even enter the restaurants and inns that he once visited and are regarded as the guests. First, he has no money. This is not the point. In the past, he could walk sideways in the capital without money, and most of them were given to him. Rushing to pay the money.

  The important point is the second point. Mrs. Zhuang ordered someone to pass messages to the restaurants and inns he had been to.

  How did Mr. Zhuang know his past so well?

  Thank you Wu Yang.

  I don’t know how many times after being rejected, King An looked at the quiet sky, his shoulders trembling with a smile.

  The grandfather is right. Without the status of the banker's grandson, he is nothing.

  Tao Fu Yomo wanted to use this method to force King Ann back. King Ann was always a sensible and obedient child, who had suffered and suffered sins, but he did not face all that alone.

  He has Wu Yang next to him, and there are many masters. Behind him are the Queen Mother and the Tai Fu, and the entire Zhuang family.

  Now he has nothing.

  He can't even find a place to stay.

   Sad and ridiculous.

   But there is one thing he is very fortunate, that is, Gu Jiao has cured his eyes, and he is no longer night blind, otherwise he would have extravagant hope even walking on the street at the moment.

  The cold wind was bitter and cut on his face like a knife. At first he could still feel the pain, but gradually he became numb.

  After walking for a while, even his brain was numb, and he didn't know where he was at all. When he realized where it was, his eyebrows jumped and he turned and left!

  It's a pity it's too late.

   A small mushroom head sticks out from the crack in the door: "Are you... looking for someone?"

   "I..." King An opened his mouth.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open by Xiaodouding, the candlelight in the yard came out, Xiaodouding saw his face clearly, and he said: "You are the brother who has been to my house! We have seen it in the country, brother, you Still remember me?"

  Anjun Wang was speechless.

  When Gu Jiao’s family was still in the countryside, he went to the door, and in order to get acquainted with the Queen Mother, he went there more than once.

  But... how long has this been, how can the little guy remember him?

  Afterwards, before the King An said that I’m passing by and don’t bother me, Xiaodou Dingchong shouted in the yard: "Brother-in-law! There are guests at home!"

   County King An was surprised: "I...that...hey..."

  Xiao Heng came over, and he said to Xiaojingkong: "Do you want to sneak out and play again?"

   Xiaojing blinked with a guilty conscience: "Where do I have it!"

   After that, he ran away in a short while.

  Xiao Heng looked at King An, who was struggling to stay calm outside the door, but he was somewhat helpless, his eyes a little hard to say.

Jun Wang An also has a guilty conscience.

  Although he has not yet reached the crown, he is not considered an adult man according to Zhaoguo customs, but he is about to get married, and the crown ceremony will be advanced.

   Soon he will be a real man.

  Men have good face, especially in front of rivals and rivals.

  An county king made up his mind not to tell Xiao Heng to see that he was a bereaved dog. He straightened his back and said with a strong aura: "I'm passing by. I'm not here as a guest. I'm leaving now."

  Xiao Heng glanced at him deeply and said, "Come in and sit down."

  Anjun Wang was taken aback.

  Are they two familiar with each other?

  He just passed by, Xiao Liulang actually invited him into the house to sit down?

  Sit down!

  Who is afraid of whom!

  Anjun Wang said without changing his face, and entered the room with Xiao Heng with a cold face.

  This hour was when a few little men in the family were running around in the yard. The front and back doors of the hall were open and there was no fire.

  Xiao Heng asked King An to sit down on a chair at the table and poured a cup of hot tea for King An.

  Anjun Wang wandered on the street all afternoon and half a night, cold and thirsty, he took the teacup and took a sip slowly, and his stomach instantly warmed.

  Xiao Heng sat down opposite him: "Have you eaten yet?"

   "I have eaten it." King Anjun said in a desperate manner.

  Guru~

  His stomach screamed.

   County King An flushed.

  Xiao Heng called Yuyaer and asked Yuyaer to go to the stove to get a bowl of noodles.

  Yu Ya'er looked back at Wang Anjun several times.

  Anjun Wang Xindao, even if I am handsome, I don’t have to keep watching it like this, right? Xiao Liulang, your maid doesn’t know much about the rules...

  My aunt went to Aunt Liu's house to rub the leaf cards, and the old Jijiu went to serve tea and private money, and was not at home.

  Yao took Gu Xiaobao to see his aunt playing cards. Gu Xiaobao was excited when he watched the cards, and Yao didn’t know why.

  Anjun Wang drank his tea and looked around.

   "Jiaojiao is not there." Xiao Heng pierced through.

  Gu Jiao went to the hospital, she was definitely not there.

  Anjun Wang drinks tea to hide his embarrassment.

  Yu Ya'er cooked a bowl of smoked bamboo shoots and bacon noodles with a small plate of pickles.

  Anjun Wanggui is the grandson of the dealer. He usually eats delicacies from mountains and seas, but for some reason, he thinks this is the best noodle he has ever eaten.

  After a bowl of noodles, King An’s body is relaxed and even his frozen toes are warm.

  He didn't have a drop of soup left, and he ate the pickles cleanly.

  I drank the tea and ate the noodles, and Jun Wang himself was embarrassed if he stayed any longer.

  Just as he was about to leave, there was a little madness in the room.

  This kind of sound usually only occurs when Gu Jiao is out, and he is behaved when Gu Jiao is at home.

   "Sit down for a while, I'll take a look." Xiao Heng got up and went to Westinghouse.

  Xiao Jingkong couldn't find anything again, he turned his little treasure chest into a mess, and the ground was all his toys.

   "What are you looking for?" Xiao Heng asked.

  Small headroom stomped with arms akimbo: "Little gold! My little gold is gone! It's naughty again!"

  Xiao Heng got down and found the golden abacus under the bed, and then took the small clearance together, and packed back the things on the ground one by one.

  Junwang did not deliberately want to take a peek, he is actually facing the direction of Westinghouse, it is hard not to see it.

  He didn't expect that the dignified court commander would do what a talented person would do when he returned home.

  Isn’t there a maid?

   "It's late, you should take a shower."

   "I don't want to take a bath!"

  Sure enough, if Gu Jiao is not there, he is not a good baby who loves to take a bath.

  Xiao Heng is not used to him.

  Xiao Heng came out to fetch water, and then pointed to the direction of the study to King An, and said: "I will take a bath for Jingkong first. If you don't want to sit in the study, it will be warm."

   "Ah...this..."

   Forget it, the hospitality is hard to get, so he sits down again, and when Xiao Liulang is finished, he solemnly bids him farewell.

  Thinking so, King An entered into Xiao Heng's study.

Before King An came to the house, Xiao Heng stayed in the study room, so he lit the brazier and it was burning.

  Xiao Heng went to the stove to fetch hot water, mentioned it back and forth several times, and chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.

  An County King is incredible.

  On duty at two yamen during the day, and still have to go home to work, won’t you hire more people?

   Isn’t he pretty good at making money? When he was in the Imperial College, he helped people recite poems and make fus, which was expensive.

  Soon, King An discovered that Xiao Heng did much more than that.

  There are several homework books on the desk, most of which are from Small Clearance, and the other half are from Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun.

  So Xiao Liulang still has to tutor the homework of the three brother-in-laws?

  Beside this pile of homework is a pile of thick paper. The ink on the top few pages is still wet, so I just wrote it tonight.

  Junwang glanced at random, and was surprised to find that he did not recognize the word above.

  He doesn’t speak proficiently in the six languages, but he still knows a little bit. These are neither the characters of the Xia Three Kingdoms nor the characters of the Shang Three Kingdoms.

  "Is it Sanskrit?" King An doesn't understand Sanskrit, but he has seen Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, and it doesn't look like this.

  Amidst the howling of ghosts and wolves who only heard thunder but not raindrops, Xiao Heng took a strong bath for a certain little Douding, put on his clothes and threw it into the bed.

  Xiao Heng took the bath water out, and returned to the study after cleaning up.

Junwang An looked at the paper in his hand, and he said, "I just looked at it casually."

   "It's okay, look at it." Xiao Heng entered the room.

  Anjun Wang pointed to the next door: "Is he...every day?"

  Xiao Heng said: "Jiaojiao is not here for him." Taking a bath is like fighting.

   County King An thought of his scalp numb because of the noise next door, it is 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?" Jun Wang looked at the pile of paper on the table and asked.

   "Calculation." Xiao Heng said.

   "Calculation, formula?" Jun Wang frowned weirdly.

  Xiao Heng glanced at the paper in his hand: "The one you are looking at is for the ancestor rate."

  Junwang's expression is even more weird: "Isn't the ancestral rate calculated by the method of cutting the circle?"

He still knows the   circle-cutting method, which is obviously not.

  Xiao Heng explained: "This is another way."

  Anjun Wang is still confused: "Use these weird patterns?"

  Xiao Heng thought about it for a moment: "Strictly speaking, they should be regarded as another kind of writing."

  Anjun Wang: "Another one? Outside the six countries? Turkic?"

  Xiao Heng: "No, the Turks use Jin language, there are some differences, they are roughly the same."

  The cause must start from the ancestors of Turks and Jin. At that time, it was not Jin, but the former dynasty of Jin. It is rumored that it was part of the Turks and the tribes behind became independent.

  But it is also said that Turks were part of the pre-Jin dynasty. This statement is written in the annals of history, but the historical fact belongs to the victor. Who can say that the pre-Jin dynasty did not allow the historian to modify the history?

Jun Wang suddenly became interested, put down his body and asked Xiao Heng for advice.

  If in the past, he couldn't pull this face off.

  Tonight...Ghost knows what happened to him tonight.

  Xiao Heng never hides personal information, but if anyone sincerely asks for advice, he knows everything he can say, and is willing to teach him everything.

  He started with simple numbers, and slowly began to talk about basic formulas.

Jun Wang never knew that arithmetic could be so interesting. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world and fell into it.

   And he seemed to understand why the students of the Imperial College and the Jinshi of the Hanlin Academy were willing to ask Xiao Liulang for advice. Xiao Liulang never showed off his literary talents when preaching and teaching, they were all knowledge that was truly understandable.

  Until he was here, he finally realized that Xiao Liulang did not come to this day by relationship, and everything he possessed was obtained by his own ability.

   "What are you laughing at?" Xiao Heng asked.

  Anjun Wang smiled: "I never convinced you when you became the champion of the new division."

  Xiao Heng looked at him: "Are you convinced by me now?"

Jun Wang opened his mouth and nodded: "You can say so."

  Xiao Heng put down the paper in his hand, looked at the essence through the phenomenon, hit the nail on the head: "It's okay to stay overnight, one or two dollars a night."

  Anjun Wang Yi choked: "Ah, talking about money hurts feelings."

  Xiao Heng said quietly, "Account on credit, a three-point profit."

  There is still interest?

  Wait, how did you know that I want to take credit!

  Anjun Wang coughed slightly: "Which house do you live in?"

  Xiao Heng raised his fingertips: "Next door."

   County King An turned black.

  He can't lose face in front of Xiao Liulang.

   "Let’s say it first, I’m not homeless, but your kindness is hard to come by, so I’ll reluctantly stay for one night."

   He said, like a proud peacock, he went to the old Jijiu side.

  The big house is full, only one hut is left.

  Until he crossed the threshold, he maintained the arrogance and nobility that a county king should have.

  When Xiao Heng left, he brought him the door of the room, and he subconsciously took a picture in the bronze mirror.

  A string of screams like killing a pig broke out in the middle of the night——

  Ah!

  The beggar with the head of the chicken coop, a straw inserted, blood stains on his face, open plackets, and three slits in his sleeves is not him! ! !

  (End of this chapter)