Wang Xuanling heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the Old Master, who had become less talkative over the years, was in a good mood and did not become muddle-headed. He thought that it was true that having an old man in the family was like having a treasure. Judging from the situation, he could only stand now. Was there a chance for him to sit on the Minister's seat?
Even though Yelu Hongcai wasn't well-received by those grassland great generals in Northern Mang Royal Court, not many of Northern Mang's most authoritative great generals and edicts clearly expressing their support for him, in the end, this person was still the rightful first in line to the throne. Among the Southern Dynasty remnant people who attached the most importance to orthodoxy, there were still quite a few nobles who thought highly of Yelu Hongcai. In the past, the two previous great kings of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Huang Songpu and Xu Huainan, were actually extremely close to this crown prince who had a gentle nature. However, following Xu Huainan's sudden death and Huang Songpu's resignation, as well as the rise of Dong Zhuo, Hong Jingyan, Zhong Tan, this group of robust young generals, Yelu Hongcai became more and more low-key.
Wang Xuanling, who was standing quietly on the side and holding his breath, was certainly not stupid. The reason why the Crown Prince came quietly this time was partly because of Wang Jingchong's identity as Dongju Bo, and partly because his Old Master had a prestige that could not be underestimated among the survivors of the Southern Dynasty. This was especially the case after the Wang Clan and the 'A' Great Clan were connected through marriage. This was equivalent to touching the true core of the Southern Dynasty, unlike those ordinary 'B' Great Clans who appeared to be well-off on the surface and had people serving as assistant ministers and generals, but in reality, they were just a bunch of parasites attached to the Longguan Clan.
For a moment, Wang Xuanling had mixed feelings. The land under his feet, the Merlin Courtyard, the Wang family's mansion, the entire Western Capital, and even the entire Southern Dynasty were all specially opened up by the vigorous old lady Murong for Hong Jia and the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period. Except for the bloody massacre that happened inexplicably years ago, where many "peach trees" that were moved from the Central Plains to the Southern Dynasty were cut down, which made people tremble in fear, Empress Murong could be said to be quite protective of the survivors of the Southern Dynasty. Some big families of the Norland went south to pick a fight, and afterwards, they would be punished by the Yelu King. Perhaps it was not too heavy, but it definitely could not be said that it was not painful or itchy. It was just like the Wang family that Wang Xuanling belonged to. Although it was not a big family in the Central Plains, it was still a member of the Hanlin Academy for ten generations. However, it was still an exile thousands of miles away from its hometown. It was even worse than a homeless dog rolling in the mud for food. How could it have imagined that it would return to being a court official in the Southern Dynasty wearing a yellow and purple court robe?
Yelu Hongcai's face suddenly turned gloomy. He said in a low voice, "Old Master, I also heard about the calligraphy just now. The second family of Longguan is really unreasonable! When I return to the grassland king's tent, I will definitely talk to His Majesty about this in person. There is no reason for Old Master to be wronged like this! "
The old man smiled and waved his hand gently. "It's okay, it's okay. Not to mention the meaning of this calligraphy, just the words alone can be said to be worth a thousand gold in our Southern Dynasty. Although there is no signature, it is obviously written by Yu Liang, one of the four calligraphy masters in the world today. I still have a good eyesight. It is indeed worthy of the title 'The strokes are like dragon claws that appear in the clouds and are full of the aura of gold and stone'. If it was not that Soldier Advisor who was admired by the literary circle of Liyang, no one could have written such an artistic conception. Besides, it is not easy for me to live to this age, so it is time for me to take advantage of my seniority. Naturally, many things can be treated as a child's babble and dismissed with a laugh, just a laugh. There are many ancient poems and books that say 'a person's life is less than a hundred years'. This' but 'is really accurate. Even if I can't get over it, what does it matter? So, Your Highness, don't worry about this matter. It is better to use it as a topic of conversation after a meal than to get angry. "
Hearing the old man's words, the arrogant woman also seemed a little surprised. For the first time, she looked at the Old Master of the Wang family seriously.
Yelu Hongcai laughed heartily. "The god of longevity is the most important. I will listen to Old Master."
While the old man smiled, he quietly glanced at Wang Xuanling. The latter was an old man in his sixties, but in front of the Old Master, he was still like a child who made a mistake. He immediately panicked and said, "It's not that I am talkative …"
Yelu Hongcai helped to explain. "Old Master, it has nothing to do with Assistant Minister Wang. I heard it myself."
The old man smiled. "In this courtyard, Your Highness is the most important. I will listen to Your Highness."
Yelu Hongcai smiled knowingly. It seemed like a simple joke, but it made the crown prince swallow back many of the drafts he had prepared. Since the fire was strong enough, adding more firewood would be as bad as falling short.
He chatted with the old man about poetry, calligraphy, and painting, but didn't mention anything about military affairs. Yelu Hongcai saw that the Old Master was unable to hide his fatigue, so he got up to leave. Of course, he wouldn't let the old man get up to see him off. Assistant Minister Wang, who had been watching the minister for many years, accompanied him out of the courtyard.
The maid named Chai Mi secretly patted her chest. So it was the crown prince who came in person. She really couldn't tell. He didn't put on any airs at all.
The Old Master of the Wang family, who had returned to his rattan chair, closed his eyes and leisurely patted the chair's armrest with one hand.
Chai Mi tiptoed to fetch a round fan and gently fanned it for the Old Master.
As the breeze caressed his face, the summer heat, which wasn't heavy to begin with, became even lighter.
A smile appeared on the old man's face as he muttered to himself, "Calmly sitting in the mountains and seas, pinching the world for a thousand years."
The maid didn't dare to speak.
She only sincerely hoped that this century-old man could live another hundred years.
The old man fell silent. After some time, he said, "Chai Mi, if your hand is tired, don't fan."
The maid smiled and said, "Old Master, don't worry. This servant can still fan for a while."
The Old Master of the Wang family said softly, "Since I'm in good spirits today, I'll talk to my daughter more."
The maid asked cautiously, "Old Master, aren't you tired?"
The old man smiled and said, "I still don't feel tired."
The maid secretly glanced at the entrance of the courtyard. "Then Old Master, please speak. This servant is listening."
The old man slowly said, "Little girl, let me tell you. In the future, it's best not to marry a scholar, especially one with talent. If he's too talented, it's easy for him to use it on many women. His mind is the most erratic, and he can't stop on one woman. This year, he'll be whispering sweet nothings to each other. Maybe next year, he'll be with another woman. If you want to marry an honest man, it's not that there aren't honest scholars. There are, but there are too few. Take me, this old man, for example. When I was young, I was such a heartless scholar. By the time I truly calm down, it'll be too late. "
The young girl stopped fanning and covered her mouth to hide her laughter.
The old man smiled and said, "You don't believe me? If you don't listen to your elders, you'll suffer. "
The young girl hurriedly said, "I believe, I believe!"
The old man joked, "You answered so quickly. It's obvious that you didn't take it seriously. Little girl, you still don't believe."
The young girl wrinkled her little face.
The old man shook his wrist. "Go back to your room and rest. Let this old man be alone for a while. You can come back in two hours."
The young girl grunted and took a small stool to sit under the eaves. It was neither too far nor too close. She couldn't hear the old man's words, but she could clearly see the plum tree and the rattan chair.
In fact, the old man wasn't talking to himself.
He just looked a little sad.
In the blink of an eye, his old country was gone. In the blink of an eye, his teacher and close friends had passed away. In the blink of an eye, he had been in a foreign country for twenty years. In the blink of an eye, he was a hundred years old.
Then the young girl was shocked to see a scene. The old man tried to stand up as if he knew that she was going to help. The old man didn't turn his head and waved his hand at her.
The old man stood up with difficulty and looked up at the branches and leaves of the plum tree in a daze.
The old man smiled.
Mr. Li, Mr. Nalan.
I, Wang Du, haven't lost the strength of the scholars of the Central Plains.
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