It wasn't hard to imagine how grand the Wang Residence used to be, but now it was deserted.
Zhang Feng looked around and saw two figures by the window. One seemed to be a man, sitting cross-legged, and the other was a servant girl, standing respectfully at the side. Seeing this, he hurried forward. "May I ask if you are the Wang Residence's Old Master, Wang Xi?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the man and saw that he was about forty years old. He had a long hair bun and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked kind, but his eyes were tightly closed, making him look mysterious. He was wearing a discolored brocade robe. It must have changed color because it had been washed many times.
After a moment, the man lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Feng. "Who are you? Why do you say you know Zihuai? What are your intentions in coming to the Wang Residence? "
Zhang Feng smiled bitterly. After all this time, the old man was still suspicious of him?
He was too damn cautious. Just how badly had he been harmed?
He shook his head and smiled. "Master Wang, my name is Zhang Feng. I am half a disciple of Master Zihuai. As for coming to the Wang Residence, it was on Master Zihuai's orders to pay a visit."
As he spoke, he waved at Yuchi Baoqing, indicating for him to bring the gift.
The old man was too wary now. It was better to build a good relationship with him first before asking for help. Besides, the old man still didn't believe that he was Master Zihuai's disciple. Perhaps the gift would lower his guard.
This method seemed to have some effect. The servant girl opened the gift box and placed it in front of the old man. The old man glanced at it, and a glint flashed in his eyes. However, it quickly disappeared. He smiled faintly. "The things you gave were worthless things in the Old Man's eyes. They were not presentable at all."
Zhang Feng rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly. He knew that the Wang Residence used to belong to the first-class nobility. However, now that it had fallen, he still wanted to take advantage of it?
Just as he was about to reply, the Old Man spoke. "Little child, for the sake of your gift, this Old Man will temporarily believe that you are Zihuai's disciple. First, tell me what Zihuai looks like. Also, do you have any proof?"
After all this time, he still didn't believe it.
Zhang Feng laughed bitterly in his heart, but he still put on a smile on his face. "Mr. Zihuai is now in Chang 'an. He's about 50 years old, and his face is full of wrinkles. Oh right, there's also Mr. Zihuai's handwriting here …"
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his waist and handed it over.
The old man's expression changed. He quickly took it and looked at it seriously.
She laughed excitedly at first, but then she felt sad. She pinched the note and said sadly, "Zihuai, you didn't listen to me back then. Now … sigh …"
He let out a long sigh. Then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly got up and said to Zhang Feng with a smile, "Nephew Zhang, please forgive me for what happened just now. I really had no choice."
As he spoke, he looked at the maidservant at the side and hurriedly said, "Quickly go and brew the tea. Remember, after brewing the tea, take out my precious Da Hong Pao. Since we have an esteemed guest today, we must bring out the best."
The maidservant nodded and ran out with small steps. She seemed to be happy because her master was happy.
"Nephew, come, come, come, come sit." Wang Xi pulled Zhang Feng over. His vigorous footsteps didn't seem like an old man at all. "Come, nephew, sit. The good tea will be served soon."
Zhang Feng didn't react for a moment. He didn't expect that the old man, who had been cold and indifferent just a moment ago, would suddenly change his attitude. It seemed that part of it was still thanks to that note.
He smiled. "Uncle Wang is too polite. Although I'm half a disciple of Mr. Zihuai, uncle doesn't have to treat me so well."
Since it was the first time they met, he still had to be polite. This was something he had learned in his two lives. More importantly, Wang Xi's attitude had changed so quickly that he was still not used to it.
However, Wang Xi acted as if they were close friends. He waved his hand and said carelessly, "Ah, you don't have to be so polite. Back in the days, Old Man and Zihuai were like brothers. When we were in private school, we ate the same bowl of rice, slept on the same bed, and read the same book. Later on, when we were successful in our studies, we would write poems and drink wine in the bamboo forest. It was very comfortable. His disciple is the Old Man's disciple.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng felt reassured. This old scholar and Wang Xi had a good relationship, so he should be able to help him. However, with this house in such dire straits, how could he still have a say in Jiangnan?
This was the Gao family, not just anyone could go against them, let alone a family in dire straits.
For a moment, he didn't even want to trouble this old man he had just met.
Looking at the relationship between Wang Xi and the old scholar, if he asked, Wang Xi would do his best to get it done. He was worried that he would drag the Wang family down with him.
While he was in a daze, Wang Xi spoke again. "Nephew, how is Zihuai doing in Chang 'an?"
Zhang Feng cupped his hands and smiled. "Uncle Wang, you don't have to worry. Mr. Zihuai is working as a teacher in a school in Chang 'an. He doesn't have to worry about food or clothing."
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