Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

On the day of the funeral, Governor Ma seemed to finally realize that the deceased was his wife whom he married in a formal ceremony. He was in a low mood and had no more mood to teach Jiang Chen what to do.

It was a drizzle in late spring, and the willows were green.

Jiang Chen, dressed in mourning clothes, stood at the stone railing, looking at the bleak black and white in the courtyard, with no sadness or joy on his face.

He had attended many funerals. Some of his own, some of others. Over time, he had become accustomed to this gloomy color.

The only difference was that it was the first time he attended a stranger's funeral, and he was asked to show some grief.

He went with the team, saying that he wanted to show filial piety, but in the end he just did not go beyond the rules. It was like a formality.

Governor Ma did not say anything good or bad to him.

Jiang Chen actually did not want to really care about his preferences. If he wanted to, he could naturally pay attention to it. Jiang Chen also knew very well that he was the father of this body by blood, but he was just a passer-by in his millions of years. In the end, nothing can be left.

The rain continued, washing away all the dross, and there was no daylight for nearly seven days.

When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out, and the wind blows away without leaving any trace.

For this era, the life and death of a woman is not a big deal.

Governor Ma is still the governor, dealing with all the big and small affairs of Hangzhou from morning to night. Jiang Chen also studied literature and martial arts like the original owner did. The death of a person seems to have no effect on this family.

It's just that Ma Junyi never brought a woman to walk around the house openly again. Now, in fact, no one cares whether he has a new love, and no one cares whether he has other children.

At least Jiang Chen doesn't care.

The sky is just getting light.

Jiang Chen packed up, picked up the bow that was said to be the original owner's favorite, and went to the martial arts field.

The arrow was on the string, and the footsteps retreated slightly. When the fingers loosened, the arrow flew out of the string.

With a "clang", it hit the bull's eye. After a while, perhaps because of his young age and lack of strength, the arrow hit the target, trembled and fell to the ground.

The bowstring hummed.

Jiang Chen pulled the bow and shot ten more arrows. After hitting the target, he did not drop any more. He put down the longbow and said to the archery teacher who hurried over in a polite manner, "Teacher Wu, today's task is completed."

"Ah! Yes, yes, young master." He saw it. Eleven arrows, all hit the target.

Jiang Chen took two steps back and nodded slightly, "Student, I'll leave."

He turned around and walked into the house, and told the housekeeper, "Please ask Mr. Sun to come over."

After spending a few days together, Ma Shou has completely understood the meaning of this. Ask the master to come over = I want to complete the task = I want to go out.

It was completely a fair and honest way to learn martial arts and then plan to leave by himself.

In fact, the young master must still be blaming the master. Last year, the imperial archery competition made a mistake and the young master lost the game carelessly. When the master heard about it, he was very angry. In a rage, he wanted to punish the young master. He used a ruler to hit him hard. The lady tried to stop him. The master was furious and accidentally knocked over the teacup. The hot water splashed on the lady's face. After treatment, she was left with scars and her appearance was ruined...

Since sending the lady away... the young master has never wanted to stay at home. He finishes his lessons early in the morning (hard), goes out as soon as he has time, and comes back very late.

He is avoiding the master.

After all, even if the master is angry now, he will no longer have that gentle lady to protect him.

He is a child of a noble family, but his life is so difficult.

It is not known whether the master will remarry. If the Ma family has a new lady in the future, the young master's life will probably be even more difficult.

Everyone sighed for this.

Sure enough, after drawing the basic Thousand Characters, Jiang Chen sent the two gentlemen away, turned his head and went out in another direction.

Ma Shou followed him and asked in a panic, "Ah, my little master, where are you going!"

Jiang Chen glanced back indifferently, acting cold, "Your mission does not include finding out my plans."

Ma Shou, who had been carefully warned by Ma Taishou to be safe, said: "..."

People came and went on the bluestone road. Jiangnan was still peaceful, with vast mist and pavilions. This place had not yet been affected by the war.

Jiang Chen went to the bridge again. In fact, where people and fish are mixed, you can always get some special news.

For example, the situation after the Five Barbarians in the north invaded China.

Jiang Chen originally took the bamboo raft casually, but was eventually moved to the painting boat by the housekeeper.

He didn't care.

In short, for him, this was just the difference between a large ship with ten people and a small boat with one person.

They just didn't dare to leave him alone.

When they arrived at Mingyue Bridge, there were more and more people, and it was very lively.

The painting boat suddenly bumped and stopped.

Jiang Chen looked up from the stern and saw a middle-aged man standing on the wooden boat opposite. Before he could say anything, the housekeeper had already come out of the cabin and brought out the usual domineering aura of the Ma family, "Whose family? Didn't you see our Ma Gongzi..."

They are used to this attitude. They have confidence. Because the most powerful person in Hangzhou is the governor Ma.

"Housekeeper." Jiang Chen called out this sentence, and his voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for Ma Shou to hear. His heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyebrows and retreated.

The other party apologized without hesitation, completely ignoring Ma Shou, and said to Jiang Chen, "I'm sorry. The boat is going too fast, I hope the young master will forgive me."

Jiang Chen turned his head and said lightly, "It's okay."

"Hey? Oh." The other party bent down to check and sighed unintentionally, "The boat is broken again."

When Ma Shou saw the other party acting like this, he immediately got angry and couldn't help but reprimanded him, "What? If you crash the boat, just apologize and that's it? My young master is fine. If I hurt you, how much is your apology worth?"

"Huh? Your young master hasn't spoken yet, but you are in a hurry to reincarnate!" The other party frowned and turned to Jiang Chen at the stern of the boat and shouted loudly, "This young master, don't you..." take care of your family. of servants.

Jiang Chen put away the bow at his feet and arranged the long arrows in his arms. Facing the questions that were about to come out from others, for a child less than seven years old, it seemed too plain. His reply tone was steady without any anxiety or embarrassment, " Why do I have to care? You and I know the truth, so why should I point it out?"

"...We have already apologized, what else do you want! You haven't even apologized!"

"If I was the one who hit the boat, it's okay to apologize. If I didn't do it, how can I apologize?" Jiang Chen smiled, clearly speaking calmly but somehow appearing a bit tough, "For an unfounded crime." Being responsible is not my style."

Just like this...just for the sake of his own reputation, he blamed all his faults on him. Good... really good. As expected, it hasn’t changed anywhere.

"Yu Yi, he's just a child." An old but not weak voice came out from the cabin.

But a child.

Jiang Chen laughed at this. It does sound like it's his fault.

Jiang Chen held the steward's sleeve and sighed, saying in a magnanimous tone, "Steward. He's just an old gentleman."

The wording seemed extremely respectful, but after contacting and answering, it did not make people feel that they were respected.

Everyone: "..."

The person inside was obviously stunned for a while, and then said, "You are a small child, but you are also very competitive and unwilling to suffer losses."

Jiang Chen held the bow and arrow in his arms. He was completely accustomed to the opposite words of praise, and said calmly, "Sir, you are too worried."

"Young man, your boat is leaking," the voice reminded.

"Mr. Lao is worried. Someone will handle it later."

"If you don't mind, come on board."

Jiang Chen tilted his head, "Thank you for your kindness." He looked at the ship coming straight over, "But the person who picked me up has arrived."

"Butler. It's time to go home." After this happened, he felt it was necessary to go back temporarily.

He rolled over the side of the ship, landed firmly on the deck of the approaching wooden ship, and walked into the cabin. While shouting about danger, sir, please be careful, the housekeeper cowered and used his hands and feet to get over from the leaking boat.

When the boat was far away, the unoccupied boat was almost half sunk. The people in the cabin asked, "Whose child is this?"

Someone answered, "It's... from the prefect's family."

"It's the Huan family." The man sighed slightly, "It's the Huan family."

In fact, as the governor of Hangzhou, there are always many people following Ma Junyi. When Jiang Chen goes out on weekdays, there are always a few people around him who are related to the Ma family, covertly or covertly. He knew it clearly, but he didn't bother to expose it. Therefore, he was not worried that the boat was damaged today. To take a step back, even if he unfortunately falls into the water, this is not a deep sea. He can swim to the shore by himself, and he will not sink without a sound.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Chen was called to the main hall. Taishou Ma pointed to the person sitting in the deputy seat and introduced, "Fo Nian, this is Uncle Wang. Do you remember?"

The man was wearing a soap-colored floral robe, with a Hetian jade tied around his waist, and a golden crown on his head. He looked luxurious, but his face was red, and his orchid fingers raised from time to time when speaking, which made him look too feminine.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and did not show any special attitude towards this slightly special gesture. He bowed his hands in complete etiquette and responded in a dignified manner, "I have met Uncle Wang." Maybe he remembered, maybe he didn't. So what. After all, what the two people present wanted was just for him, the younger generation, to bow his hands and say hello humbly, whether sincerely or not.

In this way, they will be satisfied.

Wang Zhuoran curled his red lips, walked over, patted his shoulder with his fingertips, and said with a soft smile, "Hey, we haven't seen each other for a few years, Buddha's memory is growing up well." In a blink of an eye, he saw that he had not processed it yet The perfect mourning hall sighed to Jiang Chen with some regrets, "It's a pity..."

Because Jiang Chen was present, he didn't say anything.

Huan Mei is the same...why can't I think about it so hard?

Taishou Ma also became worried, "Blame me, blame me at that time..."

Didn't notice anything was wrong with her.

He...he still remembers Ruan'er's expression when he saw him bringing Ruyu home. It's a pity...he didn't care.

Huaiyuan Huan family. When Huan Ruan passed away, the last direct lineage of the Huan family was gone. When he married Huan Ruan seven years ago, his father-in-law Huan Wen Shang held great power. Unfortunately, Heng Wen died prematurely when Fo was five years old. Since then, the Huan family has plummeted.

Just because when Heng Wen led the army, he liquidated various aristocratic families and formed many conflicts with the Yu family and the Yin family. Once he passed away, the Yu family, which had been suppressed, began to fight back. Basically, all three families suffer a lose-lose outcome. Huan Ruan's descendants, brothers were transferred from outside to outside, and from one level to another, Huan Yu and Yin were still tit for tat. Only because she was married as a woman, she was barely affected.

It's a pity that he is just a small prefect, and he still dares not approach the Central clan anymore, for fear that someone will plot to retaliate against him.

Unfortunately, the Huan family rose too quickly and declined too quickly.

Jiang Chen glanced at his expression inadvertently, lowered his head, and felt it was funny. People are dead. What else is there to regret? When Huan Ruan was alive, Ma Junyi only gave her fists, kicks and insults. After she died and was buried, Ma Junyi felt regretful and regretful.

I don’t know if it’s the people or the power that is regrettable.

Among the four major gentry clans in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Wang Xie Yuhuan was king. Wang Dao was dead, Yu Liang was loyal, Huan Wen died of illness, and the new prime minister was Xie Shi Xie An. For a long period of time in the future, Xie An will manage the glory of the Xie family in Chen County for the next three hundred years, and contain and balance the current generation of wealthy families.

Wang Xie family.

Jiang Chen felt that he should be lucky that the grandfather, Heng Wen, who was related to this physical body by blood, did not attack the three Wang, Xie, and Yu families at the same time.

Wang Zhuoran looked at Jiang Chen for a long time, and saw that he kept his head lowered. He thought that he had always respected the Huan family, and now he was probably sad about the death of the Huan family, so he had to change the subject with Ma Junyi and said, "Brother Junyi, Fo Nian is a good boy.”

Taishou Ma: "Brother Zhuo Ran, there is no need to comfort me. He...hey..." My family knows their own affairs. The study and living conditions of the nobles are much better than those of the common people, but he can't even compare with the children of the common people. In last year's Hangzhou Royal Archery Competition, as a descendant of the nobles, Fo Nian lost to the common people. It really... made the Ma family The face is dull.

Wang Zhuoran closed the folding fan in his hand and said with relief, "Buddha is still young after all." Many participants in the archery competition were over ten years old.

"By the way, Brother Junyi, Fo Nian is seven years old this year?"

"That's right. In a blink of an eye, it's been seven years." He has been married to Huan Ruan for seven years.

Wang Zhuoran glanced at Jiang Chen's expression subconsciously, and sighed silently in his heart, begging Brother Junyi not to mention Huan Ruan repeatedly in front of his children, "It's time to go to a private school to practice Buddhist meditation."

"this……"

"Brother Junyi is the prefect of Hangzhou, and the best one in Hangzhou is Nishan Academy, which is famous far and wide. The court often goes to the academy to recruit talents. Entering Nishan Academy is almost like stepping into the court with half a foot. Brother Ma, why don't you think about it? , send Buddhist children to study there.”

"Nishan Academy? This...I also know a little bit about it. But this Nishan Academy is said to be located in Hangzhou, but it is not close to Hangzhou City. This academy has been studying for three consecutive years, and students are not allowed to return except for important holidays. Students are enrolled in the academy He is always over sixteen years old." Ma Taishou shook his head, feeling a little sad, "Zhuoran, at this age, I can only ask a tutor to teach at home, but I'm afraid Nishan Academy won't do it. Recruitment.”

Wang Zhuoran smiled and said, "Brother Junyi is too worried. I think this kid Fo Nian is very talented, so it doesn't matter if he goes to school early. If brother Junyi is worried about his young age, he only needs to bring an older and honest book boy with him." ”

"This..." Ma Taishou glanced at Jiang Chen subconsciously, "Fo Nian, what do you mean?"

For some reason, since Huan Ruan's death, he could no longer recall the harsh and harsh feelings he had felt in the past when facing his son.

Little did he know that leaving home suited Jiang Chen's feelings. “There is no end to learning, and children are willing to go there.”

Governor Ma was stunned for a moment. I always felt that there was a bit of joy in this tone, as if I wanted to leave home and travel far away and never come back——

"Can……"

Wang Zhuoran smiled, "Brother Junyi, don't worry about it anymore. In my opinion, this kid Fo Nian has a generous manner and good conduct, so how can he not be recruited?" He touched his chin, "That's fine. Nishan The headmaster of the Academy is also from my Wang clan, and he will sell me one or two thin noodles when I write a book."

...The quality of Buddha's recitation reminded him of his cousin Wang Xizhi. He, Wang Zhuoran, considered himself harsh, but he was quite satisfied when he saw the child, who spoke politely, advanced and retreated in a measured manner, and was steady and composed. I don't think Wang Shiyu, who came from a well-known family with a broad mind and an open mind, would be dissatisfied with him.

"But Nishan Academy only admitted students last year. Even if you want to enroll in Buddhism, it won't be until next year. Brother Zhuo Ran, you don't have to break the rules for me."

Wang Zhuoran opened his fan and covered his lips with a smile, "Brother Junyi is so polite. I'm afraid he won't be able to let his child go far away. That's fine. It doesn't matter if he starts school next year. Brother Junyi can take the time to prepare more for Buddhist recitations. ”

"That's...that's fine."

"Fo Nian is young and has not yet chosen a name. Now he wants to study in an academy. Zhuo Ran, why don't you come and give him a name?"

"Brother Junyi..." Wang Zhuoran was quite moved. It would have been impossible to name his son without a true and deep friendship.

It can be seen that Ma Junyi indeed treats him as a close friend.

"Now that the current situation is unstable, I hope that in the future, Fo Nian will be like the old general Huan Wen, a man who is accomplished in both literature and martial arts, who can argue both in the temple and on the battlefield. He has both literary talent and strategy, but this style of writing, Taoism, and strategy is not pleasing to the ear. Wencai! What do you think, Ma Wencai?”

"Literary talent. Well, not bad! Not bad."

"Fo Nian, what do you think of the word literary talent?"

The matter is over, the words have been spoken.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment and bowed slightly. He no longer wanted to express any unnecessary objections. He was still polite and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."