Chapter 40: city

"Sister, what do you give to Rong Bo?" Ban Heng followed behind the class. "I saw his face seem to be wrong."
"When reading a book, the rarest thing is definitely a book," Ban said. "It’s the manuscript of the "Zhongcheng Theory". It has some meanings other than the soldiers’ fights. Others I can’t see it. It’s good to vote for it, anyway, it’s still in our home.

The class was a family of military lords. When he followed the founding emperor of the Jiang family, he got a lot of good things. It is said that the ancestors of the class have a first-class squad, but they are not very good. Every time everyone catches a good thing, others always get gold and silver jewels. The ancestors of the class can only get some books and paintings that everyone does not want. Perhaps because of the financial disappointment, the officialdom was proud, and other generals who accompanied the founding emperor of the Jiang family to the world gradually declined, leaving the class to maintain the glory of the year.
However, this glory will probably disappear, and the class will eventually become the same as other founding generals, and become a milestone in history.
"That is also true, it is useless to stay in our house anyway, in case it is so embarrassing..." Ban Heng coughed a few times. "Things for people who look pleasing to the eye are better than being snatched away."
"Yes," Ban Yi patted the palm of his hand. "There are ancient princes and princes who sing the princes for a slap in the face. I am using a copy of this book to sing a beautiful woman. It is also an elegant thing."
Ban Heng stunned for a long while and said: "Sister, fortunately, you have not produced a man."
Ban Yi looked back at him inexplicably.
"If you are a lover, you will be a romantic person everywhere." Ban Heng shook his head. "That's not good, not good."
Fortunately, Rong Boye did not hear his sister's words. If he heard it, it would be a good thing to turn into a bad thing.
"Zhongcheng Theory" is a book written by the former dynasty after returning to the hometown. It is written together with the world famous celebrities. It contains the way of the court, the way of the monarch, the way to be the way, and the insights of countless people of insight in the past. to sum up. It is said that after the demise of the former dynasty, this book was also lost because of the war. If someone can get a scrap, it will be sought after by countless people. If you love it, you don’t think... This book is actually in the class.
What did the ancestors of the class had done in the past, why didn’t they accumulate so many precious books?
Rong Rong washed his hands and carefully opened the book. Just watching a piece of content, he couldn’t help but clap his hands. It’s true that every sentence is the essence. Every paragraph implies the philosophy of life. It’s a collection of countless people. The greatness of the people makes people enchanted.
For the way of the minister, for the way of the king, for the way...
The class will appear in almost every generation, do you know if it is related to this book? However, when he discovered that there was even a snack in the book, and even a small tortoise painted by a child, the "Zhongcheng Theory", which was regarded as a by countless scholars, became less mysterious.
What he didn't understand most was that Ban Hao gave him this book so easily, just like giving him a stone, a flower, and his attitude made him doubtful about his life. Is "Zhongcheng Theory"?
Rong Rong’s family has a collection of the scrolls of this book, so although the attitude of the class people makes people feel that this is not true, he has to admit that this is true.
A collection of ugly little turtles in the crevice of a page!
Rong Rong stayed in the house for a whole day, and even the rice was eaten in the study. This made the guards and the little sisters who were very close to the body very worried.
"Du Gongzi, what happened to the uncle?" Xiao Yan saw that the food he had entered was hardly moving. He was worried about finding Du Jiu. "Today's meals have not been used."
Du Jiu remembered that before the Lord and the Fule County, the Fule County owner seemed to give him something. Is it that the two people have mutual affection, so they write poetry to express their feelings? But who does not know the whole capital, the Fule County is not good poetry, what can she write?
"The uncle has his own ideas, you don't have to worry," Du Jiu thought, "Do not worry."
Xiao Yan saw Du Jiu say this, and with the worry of holding his heart, he withdrew his food.
In the evening, the lamp in the study was bright for a long time. Until the second day, the talents in the study blew out the candle.
Du Jiu stood under the tree and looked at the study room and finally turned black, and turned back to his house. Grandpa does not like to read books at night, because he feels that reading at night is very hurtful, and he does not care for his own body, but today he broke the precedent.
What did the Fule County master do for the uncle?
This evening, the same unintentional sleep is also the Yan family.
Mrs. Yan found that since the younger son returned to Shijia Bezhuang, the whole person has become lost. If the former little son still has some vitality, now he is like a piece of dead wood, without the slightest vitality.
She twirled on the other side of the night, and she simply fell asleep and spurred Yan Hui, who was in bed with her, to be tossed.
"Madam, what is your heart, what is your worry?" Yan Hui was once again awake by Mrs. Yan and felt that she could not sleep again. "There is nothing to say to the husband. As the saying goes, one person It’s short, two people count, you don’t need to.

Mrs. Yan saw that she woke up her husband, and she was somewhat unwilling to go, but she was more worried about her children, so she said what she was worried about.
"I didn't think that this child would be so valued by the class girl," said Mrs. Yan. "I thought the class girl was remarried three times. Our family asked people to say good things. The class should agree. Which one? ......"
Which class has refused to be so simple, it seems that I have never thought about getting married with Yan family.
Her children look handsome, read a lot of books, good character, I do not know how many people moved their minds, want to get married with their family, the class is still so uninteresting, so that her child is so sad, it is...
"Mrs., although the class has no real power, but the class of the county has a part of the royal blood, and the status is honorable. Even if it is retired many times, there are countless children who want to get married with them. A good woman asks for help. A good woman is an expensive woman." Yan Hui thought very clearly. "The class is not willing to let the county owner marry Zhongkai. That is, they have no fate, and they don't have to be too strong."
"I don't want to force it, but you didn't see the child of Zhongkai..." Mrs. Yan was full of bitterness. "I am afraid that this child will not be able to walk out of this heart and ruin his body."
"How can I lose my fighting spirit because of my female family?" Yan Hui did not take it for granted. "Why is it good to have a wife without a wife?"
Mrs. Yan saw his attitude, and he was too lazy to say more to him. He turned his back to Yan Hui and took unrequited cold treatment to him.
Yan Hui reluctantly sighed: "If you look at you, don't worry, tomorrow is the big dynasty. I will explore the waters of the class again." Parents always want their children to be happy, not to mention the fact that the class is ridiculous. But it is not a too bad marriage object.
At least... better than Shijia.
The sky just barely showed the white belly, Du Jiu stood at the gate, and saw that the grandfather walked out with great spirits and arched his hand to him. "Hey, the horse is ready."
"Yeah." Rong Hao nodded to Du Jiu, and finished the cloak of his body and walked outside. Du Jiu felt that the feeling of the grandfather seemed to be very good. He curiously picked up his eyebrows and was busy with it.
All the doors on the Golden Temple were opened, and the courtiers entered the temple from the side door. They each maintained a subtle smile, but they did not see any grudges under private. However, there seems to be a natural sense of distance between Wenchen and the military commanders. They are distinct from each other, and each has its own name.
Ban Huai’s identity is relatively embarrassing. He attacked the military commander, but he was idle and had nothing to do with the military commander. Therefore, he was in a different circle from the civil servant, but the third group in the church.纨绔 Aristocratic small group.
The civil servants are very complicated about the senses of this small group. They are a little bit ignorant of them, and they are not afraid to offend them. Because this group of people is too thick with the royal family, they can't take this group of people.
"Jingting Hou," Yan Hui found the figure of Ban Huai in the courtier and spoke to him. "Is it good lately?"
I am talking to my classmates about the bonsai of the family who is quite interesting. Some of them dare not look at Yan Hui. This is what is going to happen. The serious left-handed person has taken the initiative to talk with him.
The other few squatters were so busy, and they moved a few steps to the side. They didn't want to talk too much with Zheng Hui, the serious minister, and feared Lucy.
When Ban Huai was empty, he arched his hand toward Yan Hui: "Strictly, I have something to do?"
Don't ask me if it's good, what is the purpose to say it directly, I don't understand the way you talk about these writers.
Yan Hui did not think that he had just opened his mouth. The atmosphere of this chat became embarrassing. He was uncomfortable in ruling the clothes: "I don't know if Hou has a free time in the future, and Yan invites Hou to have a cup of light tea."
Ban Huai: ...
I always feel that there is a kind of unpredictable feeling.
"You don't have to drink tea," Ban Huai slammed his hand. "Strictly speaking, there is nothing to say about Yan Xiangye. The class is not a person, and does not pay attention to those vagrants."
No, you are not paying attention, I am very particular about it.
Yan Hui is speechless, he does not want to say in front of other people, my son is obsessed with your daughter, how do you want to marry my daughter to my son? This is too unconcerned, too rude Now!
The two face each other, Ban Huai seems to see the struggle and persistence of the other side of the eye, so the doubts in the heart are deeper, this is how big things, in order to let the left to say so much to him.
Oh, it’s horrible to think about it.
Rong Rong walked into the hall, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he saw Yan Hui and Ban Huai standing in the corner.
When did Yan Hui and Ban Huai have a relationship?
His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he suddenly thought of something. He walked in the footsteps and unconsciously went to Ban Huai.
"Hou Ye," Rong Yan walked to the front of Ban Huai with a smile on his face and performed a ceremony for the younger generation. "Thank you for the dessert party that Hou Ye gave to the younger generation. It is really delicious."
When Ban Huai met Rong Rong, the lovable young man came over, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief. "Yong Bo is very polite, but it is a small matter."
Rong Xiao smiled and then bent down to Yan Hui for a ceremony: "I have seen strict phase."
"Rong Boye," Yan Hui returned to a ceremony and turned his head to Ban Huai Road. "After the pilgrimage, he will slowly talk with Hou Ye."
Banhuai face is stiff, but the heart is very resistant: No, I don't want to talk to you!