Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

"Master, Huang Xin wants to see you."

Zhu Gaoxu grabbed the teapot and took a sip directly. The tea should have been cold, but the teapot was exposed on the stone table and was exposed to the sun. It was not completely cool yet. It was in a lukewarm state, just like Huang Xin who had experienced this debate. Just the same, there is still strength in his heart that can support him to continue to resist.

It was a midsummer afternoon, and Jiang Xinghuo, who was sleeping a little under the shade of a tree, was still not very clear-headed. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths of the soothing tea fragrance in the air, and then slowly He opened his eyes and looked at Zhu Gaoxu.

"What do you think he wants to do?"

Zhu Gaoxu scratched his head and guessed: "Perhaps he is admitting defeat to the master? After all, he has made a bet before."

"I don't think Huang Xin is someone who gives up easily."

Jiang Xinghuo rustled the cup on the table and said, "And strictly speaking, they haven't lost yet."

"Why?"

Zhu Gaoxu asked in surprise: "The imperial edict from the imperial court to the Fourteenth Chief Envoy to collect dragon bone medicinal materials with ancient inscriptions has reached the cabinet. As long as Ming Pao continues to decipher the meanings of oracle bone inscriptions, their debate will be over. There is nothing left to lose.”

"That's the truth, but they still have one last fight. Huang Xin will not admit defeat until this last fight fails."

Jiang Xinghuo put the pamphlet away first, and then said: "On the anniversary of Taizu's death, they will cry at the tomb."

"Emperor Taizu Gao, please open your eyes and take a look. Your ancestral methods are about to be changed."

Zhu Gaoxu sneered:

"My father is timid and is afraid of Grandpa Huang, but I am not afraid. When I was a child, I was hung up and beaten by Grandpa Huang. At that time, that little brat Zhu Yunwen was laughing next to me. I have wanted to kill him for a long time. Even if Grandpa Huang is really When he lifted up his coffin from the Xiaoling Mausoleum, I dared to push him back with my own hands and bury him with a shovelful of earth."

Well, what a great filial piety.

However, only Zhu Gaoxu can say that Zhu Di is timid, but how can I put it, compared with the bold Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Di, who still has a trace of awe for Lao Zhu, is indeed a bit timid.

After all, Zhu Gaoxu realized the seriousness of this matter.

"But if something like this happens, my father will be embarrassed. Why don't we just send troops to control the scene and prevent them from talking."

"That's not what happened."

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head: "If you don't let people talk, you can do it if you know it in advance this time, but what about next time? You will be sniped next time, right? It's better to solve it once and for all. On the anniversary of Taizu's death, His Majesty brought a full When the civil and military officials went to pay homage to the Xiaoling Mausoleum, everyone was present. Debate was in order to change the minds of scholars, and for this matter, it was necessary to change the minds of officials in tandem, complementing each other. Only in this way can the reform be promoted in public opinion. Completely reversed, the king dominates the past and the present, and everything accumulated is in this last tremor. How can we not let people speak, not only speak, but also speak freely. "

Zhu Gaoxu understood what Jiang Xinghuo meant.

"So, does master want to see Huang Xin?"

"Of course I want to see him. Since he's already here, wouldn't it make him think that I have concerns if I don't let him see me?" Jiang Xinghuo raised his face and said with a smile.

Zhu Gaoxu nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked again: "Master, you said that to collect dragon bones, do you need money from the court? Otherwise, will it cause a burden to the people?"

Jiang Xinghuo was slightly startled before explaining.

"Only giving money will cause a burden, not giving money will not."

"The dragon bones engraved with ancient characters can basically be seen at a glance. If the imperial court gives money, and local officials want to get more money from it, it is easy for them to intensify their demands on the people, and people with quick thinking will also think Try to counterfeit it. But if you don’t give money, this kind of thing is different from collecting flowers and stones or catching snakes and fighting cocks. If the people don’t have it, they don’t have it. The local government just wants to complete the task of the court and will not be too forced. "

"Will it happen that people are collected from door to door, and the officials who collect the money will not pay according to the regulations, but if they don't pay, they will fine them privately?" Zhu Gaoxu thought for a while and asked.

"Chen Ying's supervisory censor is not from the Bai sect. Isn't this going against the trend and committing crimes to achieve political success?"

"Well, the disciple knows." Zhu Gaoxu said again, "Li Zhigang just asked me about his affairs. Do you want to tell him along the way?"

"Tell him to stay peacefully in the prison and wait for the trial of the three law divisions. If the war in Annan goes well, he will soon be able to take office as the first chief envoy to Cochin."

"Call Huang Xin for me." Jiang Xinghuo put down the tea cup.

Not long after, Huang Xin was brought over, and Zhu Gaoxu stood like an iron tower, guarding the entrance of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the two of them were walking casually. Jiang Xinghuo stretched out his hand, and a gust of hot wind blew on his sleeves and shoulders, bringing with it the slightest warmth.

"It's such a hot season..." Jiang Xinghuo, who was walking in front, narrowed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was already intoxicated by this rare comfort.

"Yes." Huang Xin sighed, breathing the air deeply as well, but instead of enjoying the brief escape from the cage as he imagined, he felt a little suffocated.

Jiang Xinghuo looked back at him and said with a smile, "Huang Fuxian, do you also like your current life?"

Huang Xin was stunned for a moment, what did this bitch say? What normal person would like to live in prison?

etc.

Huang Xin recalled his only two inmates, and it seemed that he liked them both.

"Then they are not normal people. Only I am normal." Huang Xin shook his head and shook the strange thoughts out of his mind.

Huang Xin then said: "I don't like it, there is always an inexplicable feeling of instability."

"Really?" Jiang Xinghuo seemed thoughtful, then smiled faintly after a moment, "Then you'd better do something more practical first. People tend to feel uneasy if they are idle. Moreover, today How can anyone down there live a happy life?"

He turned his head and continued walking forward, pointing at the newly painted wall and saying:

"This wall was built by Emperor Taizu Gao before it was rebuilt. It can eavesdrop on the conversations of prisoners in the prison. You also came here at that time. I heard that Song Lian and Song Ne were eavesdropped when they talked at home. , every move will even be drawn, do you think it was better then or now?"

After saying this, Huang Xin was silent for a long time, because he had indeed experienced all this personally.

Moreover, Huang Xin knew that Mao Dafang and others would launch a mourning ceremony on the anniversary of his death, but only a handful of officials were involved in this matter. More officials, like Xie Jin, were responsible for beating the drum. He didn't know if Jiang Xinghuo knew that.

If Jiang Xinghuo knew clearly, then the other party's current words obviously meant something and were warning him of something.

"You won the bet before. I didn't expect you to win so neatly and beautifully."

Huang Xin raised his eyelids, looked at Jiang Xinghuo, and chose to change the topic.

When they met before, Jiang Xinghuo said wildly: "Zhu Xi can claim that he 'wins' because his opponent is not me."

But now it seems that Huang Xin was wrong and Jiang Xinghuo was not innocent.

Although Jiang Xinghuo did not appear in person in the Bible Debate Arena, people like Huang Xin could certainly see that all of this was planned by Jiang Xinghuo, otherwise it would not have been such a near-perfect result.

Huang Xin really didn't expect that a treacherous and evil person like Jiang Xinghuo would have such profound academic attainments. He attended the debate between Jiang Xinghuo and Kong Xilu. In fact, from that time on, Huang Xin had already I had a bad premonition.

But when Cao Duan told Kong Xilu what happened, Huang Xin felt somewhat relieved.

Public opinion alone cannot stop him.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at him: "That's not what I want to talk about today. Tell me, why do you want to see me? I really want to know what beliefs support you to survive today, or do you think you can rely on being in Taipei?" Crying at the mausoleum on the day of my ancestor's death can stop the reform, or can it push me into the abyss of eternal destruction?"

He was so frank that Huang Xin couldn't stop pretending to be stupid.

"As expected, you found out."

Huang Xin snorted lightly and said with a gloomy expression, "I've known for a long time that I couldn't hide the news like this."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Xinghuo asked with a frown, his tone was very unpleasant.

He originally thought that Huang Xinqiu would speak frankly when he saw him, but now, the other party has been beating around the bush.

"I want to tell you that even if you win the debate, you still can't win the next match."

Huang Xin stared at him and said slowly: "Not only you, the whole temple will be in chaos because of you."

Just when Jiang Xinghuo frowned and was about to say something, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly came over. He had just received news that Jin Yiwei was coming.

"Bao Zhao is dead, shot to death by Duke Cao himself."

Zhu Gaoxu did not hide it from Huang Xin. When Huang Xin heard the news, his body swayed, but he soon stabilized. His eyes remained firm, as if he was sure that Jiang Xinghuo would not win.

"Perhaps you do have some tricks up your sleeve, but in the final analysis, you want to confuse my mind and let me make random guesses. I will make associations at the first sign of trouble and then mess up. But what I hate most in my life is the Riddler, especially the Riddler. The Riddler is always busy with nothing to do every day."

"From today on, you will be responsible for deciphering part of the oracle bone inscriptions. Someone will send the rubbings every day."

"Also, you have to live a good life. Don't be like Jing Qing and Mei Yin. You have to watch with your own eyes how I change the world."

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The aftermath of the debate competition is not only a topic of conversation among the people in Nanjing, but also has a profound impact on the situation of the Ming Dynasty.

With the release of the new column "Into Oracle Bones" in Ming Pao, more and more people have realized that people in ancient times had the same joys, sorrows, and joys as they did, but the society at that time was even worse than it is now. It was cruel, people lacked supplies to maintain food and clothing all year round, and slave owners often chopped off their hands and feet. It was not a beautiful era like the heaven on earth as described by neo-Confucianists.

The "New Mind Learning" inherited from Lu Jiuyuan, this new version of the concept that everyone can become a saint, is also impacting Shilin.

The three mainstream theories of the Southern Song Dynasty, Neo-Confucianism, Xinxue, and Practical Xue. As one of them, Xinxue declined, but it did not disappear completely. There are still a considerable number of schools that maintain the inheritance of Xinxue. This is also the case under Jiang Xinghuo's In the past life, the reason for the rapid rise of psychology in the Wang Yangming era.

If it were a completely new knowledge, it would have never been able to almost replace Neo-Confucianism as the official doctrine of the Ming Dynasty in just a few decades. Of course, these assumptions were vigorously attacked when Zhang Juzheng came to power and presided over the ten-year Wanli New Deal. Lectures but nothing to talk about.

Therefore, as soon as the "New Mind Learning" came out, it immediately won the recognition of the schools in the academic world that still maintained the orthodoxy of Mind Learning, and attracted many scholars who were wavering in their positions. It became a trend for a while, and gave Neo-Confucianism a side influence. one strike.

The "Three Righteousness Theory" also puts the interests of the people of the world on the same level as the great righteousness. Some people may not admit this theory, but no one does not admit that this theory has perfectly explained "whether the court wants to make profits." The problem.

In this way, the successors of the Yongjia and Yongkang schools began to consciously move closer to Jiang Xinghuo, the man who carried the banner of practical learning in this era.

Vaguely, the academic circles of the Ming Dynasty once again formed a three-legged trend, as if they had returned to the era of struggle for orthodoxy in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Of course, although the dispute in public opinion has come to an end, the real confrontation has actually just begun.

For the temple, the main event is later.

Needless to say, military ministers, the awarding of medals and ranks in the first year of Yongle was a general characterization of their past merits and status. Medals are not controversial. They have participated in a certain battle, but the ranking is very important. Whether it is the Yanshan clique, the Yuzhou clique, the Daning clique, the Hebei clique within the Yan army, or the various factions of the Southern army, they are all trying their best to build relationships with various government officials in the hope of gaining a good position. If Yao Guangxiao hadn't closed the door to thank guests, the threshold of Rongguo Duke's mansion would have been trampled to pieces.

The focus of the civil servants is on the anniversary of Taizu's death. It is said that the second batch of civil servant adjustments in the first year of Yongle are about to come down. And well-informed people know that the anniversary of Taizu's death is equivalent to announcing to the world that Emperor Yongle will eliminate the old and establish the new. In the future, the Hongwu Dynasty will Even if the matter is completely over, the Yongle New Deal will officially enter a new stage, and many major policies that were unthinkable in the past will be promulgated.

Although it is said that the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish, but there is always peace before the storm.

When the outside world was stirred up by a piece of "Ming Pao", and everyone was paying attention to the two major events that concerned the civil servants and military officials after the death of Taizu, Jiang Xinghuo, the one who caused the turmoil, was staying at home writing a novel.

No way, as a special writer, I still have to take the time to update every few days, otherwise what will the people read in the "Tianya Huaben" column?

Jiang Xinghuo glanced through the open window. In the distance, Yu Qian, who had just returned from school in the main hall, looked a little depressed today.

"I understand~I understand~"

Although Yao Guangxiao has returned to secular life, he cannot change the habits he has developed for decades. He still insists on sitting under the Bodhi tree every day to meditate.

The sun was just right, falling through the shadow of the Bodhi tree on Yao Guangxiao's white eyebrows.

Thanking guests behind closed doors made Yao Guangxiao less worried about many other princes. Because he refused equally, no one came here.

Unlike Zhu Neng, Qiu Fu, Li Jinglong, Xu Huizu and others, they are simply full of people, especially Li Jinglong who successfully completed his mission to Japan and made great contributions in the Bao Zhao rebellion case. He was recognized by Zhu Di and truly Return to the core power level, instead of being the mere wooden post at the head of hundreds of officials before.

Yu Qian sighed, squatted in front of Yao Guangxiao, and asked for advice seriously: "Master, where is the compassion?"

Yao Guangxiao raised his right hand, pointed to the door, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yu Qian frowned and thought for a while, then asked:

"What the master means is that all living beings in the world, whether they are dignitaries, traffickers, or birds, flowers, birds, insects, fish, every plant and tree, are all compassionate?"

Jiang Xuan was passing by with a kitten she picked up from nowhere in one hand, and with a vegetable basket in the other, she raised her arm to wipe the sweat from her cheeks, ruthlessly exposing the illusion.

"The old monk wants you to leave him alone."

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It is true that the old monk only planned murder and arson in his life, and never practiced compassion and cause-and-effect.

Yu Qian touched the tip of his nose and stood up, following Jiang Xuan to the kitchen to help.

"The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. Little gentleman, it's better to hug this raccoon slave."

"Where did this kitten come from?"

Yu Qian reached out to catch the cat handed over by Jiang Xuan and teased it curiously for a while.

"The cat from the Xu family next door was brought back not long after it was born." Jiang Xuan replied casually.

"Then why do you put it in the kitchen?"

"Otherwise? Let the old monk crawl in the yard with his bald head?" Jiang Xuan asked.

Yu Qian suddenly became speechless.

Jiang Xuan glanced at the speechless Yu Qian and the fluffy kitten in his arms, and then caught a glimpse of the vegetable basket next to her filled with various vegetables, eggs, meat and other ingredients. She was instantly filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Scholars are just like that, don't they always feel soft-hearted when they see cats, and they have to eat and drink well every day to feel comfortable?

Looking at the unhappy Yu Qian, Jiang Xuan asked casually while washing vegetables: "How are your studies lately? I heard that you have become famous in the main hall. What is the name of cousin? Oh yes, top student. He even came first in the exam!”

"It's okay." Yu Qian put the cat back on the stove on the right side of the chopping board next to Jiang Xuan, lowered his head and remained silent.

The kitten curiously looked at the unlit water on the stove. It smelled it first, and then tried to touch it with its paws. As soon as it touched the water, the water rippled, and it "slithered" back to Yu Qian's side. on the shoulders.

"what happened?"

"without"

Jiang Xuan stared at him suspiciously for a long time. Seeing that he still looked wilted, she suddenly felt blessed. She smiled and leaned into Yu Qian's ear, and whispered:

"Are you worried? Whose little girl do you like?"

"No, that's not the case."

"Who are you lying to? My sister has been here before. Do you think my sister is blind with her tricks?"

Jiang Xuan hummed twice: "Guan Guan Jiujiu, in Hezhizhou, a graceful lady and a good little gentleman."

The more Jiang Xuan talked about it, the more excited she became. She wanted to solve the case immediately and find whose little girl it was.

"Research your own marriage first."

At this moment, Jiang Xinghuo finished writing a chapter of "Journey to the West", opened the wooden door of the kitchen and walked in. The sudden sound frightened the egg in her hand and almost broke it.

As an eldest brother is like a father, Jiang Xuan naturally did not dare to talk back and returned the sentence intact.

Jiang Xuan was furious, gave her cousin a fierce look, turned around and ran out of the kitchen to gather leeks in the vegetable patch.

The vegetable plot at home uses the latest version of chemical fertilizers from Zhang Tianshi and Yuan Zhenren, and the growth is extremely gratifying.

"Master."

Yu Qian lowered his head.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xinghuo was a little surprised. Yu Qian didn't feel like he was being relied upon by others. He wasn't attracted to any girl as Jiang Xuan said. She had to eat, drink, and study every day. There was no external pressure, and she hadn't reached puberty yet. How could that child still be able to do it? What's the problem?

"Which noble child was beaten in the main hall?"

"No, the classmates are very friendly."

When there was only one commoner child in the aristocratic school, and this child still lived in the home of the Imperial Master and Duke Rongguo, it was normal to be friendly.

Jiang Xinghuo is very concerned about Yu Qian's mental health problems. After all, if many things in childhood are not dealt with properly, they will affect a person's entire life.

He knelt down and looked at Yu Qian.

"Why are you so coy today? Just say whatever you want."

Yu Qian was a little frustrated: "Master talked about choosing left or right last time. I've been thinking about it these past few days and I still can't sacrifice myself to save others. But I used to think that the meaning of my life was to become a A great hero like Wen Tianxiang. Now that I can't do it, I feel that I am a little inconsistent and don't know what the meaning of life is."

"Um?"

Jiang Xinghuo was stunned, but he didn't expect that Yu Qian's troubles were actually this.

Yu Qian blinked and looked up at Jiang Xinghuo in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he said.

"It doesn't mean that you have to give up something, such as choosing the left or the right, but there are many choices in life, and they are not limited to 'left' or 'right'."

Jiang Xinghuo paused and continued:

"For example, choose what you like and chase your dreams. If you like painting, work hard to practice your painting skills. If you like cooking, practice more frequently. If you want to become successful, then strive for it bravely. People don't have to stick to the secular world when they live. The rules and regulations, because sometimes you think those regulations are very important, but in fact they are broken into pieces and don’t mean anything.”

After listening to his master's consolation, Yu Qian raised his head in a daze.

"I see."

Yu Qian showed a bright smile, like a warm morning sun in early summer, illuminating the softest place deep in Jiang Xinghuo's heart.

Jiang Xinghuo bent down slightly, rubbed his head, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Boy, I know you are unwilling to be ordinary, but you are still young now and have too many things to learn. When you reach an age where you can decide the fate of yourself and the people around you, it will not be too late to make a decision."

Yu Qian's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Jiang Xuan walked in carrying cut leeks: "What are you two talking about?"

"nothing."

Jiang Xinghuo said calmly and pulled Yu Qian out of the kitchen.

"You still don't understand."

"He's not an ordinary kid, you can't fool him."

Yuan Gong, who was wearing linen clothes, was holding a compass and carefully measuring the Feng Shui pattern in the yard. He didn't hear the previous conversation between Jiang Xinghuo and Yu Qian, but based on his life experience, he saw the undisguised frustration on Yu Qian's face. , so he said casually.

"But children really shouldn't think too much. Early intelligence will bring bad luck. You have a few classmates in the main hall who are like villains. They don't look like they will live a long life."

Hearing Yuan Gong's pointed words, Jiang Xinghuo was slightly startled. Are he talking about Zhu Zhanji?

Zhu Zhanji can indeed see that he is precocious and does not live long.

Of course Zhu Zhanji is a good boy, but the Baozong is really not a thing, and the historical line is something like this. If the Baozong is moved and the Baozong is not born, it means that the historical line predicted by Jiang Xinghuo in the future will be about the emperor. All failed.

And this means that no matter whether it is the eldest prince or the second prince, whoever becomes emperor will have an unpredictable history of his descendants. There is no question of whose descendants are good and whose descendants are bad.

This is why Jiang Xinghuo has no objection to Zhu Di's decision.

Since the future historical line is unpredictable, whoever succeeds will win.

"But I really can't figure it out."

Yu Qian became more and more frustrated.

"What can't you understand?"

"the meaning of life."

Yuan Gong laughed loudly and just recited a poem by Su Dongpo: "The mist and rain in Mount Lu are the tide in Zhejiang, and I can't help but regret it before it arrives. When I get there, nothing will happen. The tide in mist and rain in Mount Lu is in Zhejiang."

Yu Yuqian seemed to understand, but Jiang Xinghuo simply told him.

"What Yuan Zhenren said is wrong. Experientialism, or the view that 'the meaning of life lies in experience' is wrong. The meaning of life does not lie in this."

"Then what is right?" Yu Qian was completely confused.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at Yu Qian: "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes." Yu Qian nodded vigorously, his eyes full of hope.

Jiang Xinghuo thought for a while and then said, "Let's do this. When you have dinner, you first ask other people what the meaning of their lives is, and then I will tell you my answer."

Just as a few people were standing in the first courtyard having a conversation, there was a "bang bang" knock on the door knocker at the side door used for exiting.

Jiang Xinghuo opened the door, and it was the two little girls from the Xu family next door.

Xian'er and Rong'er, one with a runny nose and the other holding a small windmill, looked at him excitedly.

"Hello Mr. Jiang!"

"This is what you are doing?"

"We gave Aunt Xuan a cat, and she said she wanted to treat us to dinner!" Ronger answered quickly.

"Oh, come in then."

It was obvious that the two little girls didn't like the food in Wei Guogong's mansion, nor did they like the depressing atmosphere there, so they ran here every now and then.

"Where is your sister-in-law?" Jiang Xuan asked through the kitchen window.

"My sister-in-law was painting just now and now she is receiving guests."

Duke Wei and Duke Ding have not separated yet, so there are always many guests visiting recently.

Here, no one stopped them from playing with the windmill. Xian'er held the windmill and ran around the Bodhi tree with a "hehe" sound, finally causing the meditating old monk to open his fierce triangular eyes.

"Grandpa Yao, wake up."

Xian'er smiled and said to Yao Guangxiao: "Go on to sleep, it's not time to eat yet."

Yao Guangxiao had no interest in fussing with the children, so he got up silently and came to the dining room.

He saw Yu Qian in front of Fatty Zhang and asked curiously: "Master Zhang, what is the meaning of your life?"

Zhang Yuchu rubbed his fingers and replied sternly.

"——It is our duty to restore the glory of Taoism!"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao walking in, Yu Yuqian asked him the same question again.

Yao Guangxiao spit out two words: "Slay the dragon."

After saying that, he calmly sat on the chair and waited for dinner.

The meaning of Xian'er and Rong'er's lives right now is to play, and they still can't understand Yu Qian's pain.

Jiang Xuan is busy every day, cooking after studying. She feels that her life is much more fulfilling than in the countryside, and she has no time to think about the meaning of life.

Yu Qian didn't get the answer he wanted until Xu Miaojin, who came to take Xian'er and Rong'er home for dinner, accidentally gave him a soul blow.

"So could it be because I'm too busy? You can learn from them."

Ronger agreed: "That's right! We don't want this kind of problem."

Xian'er just held Xu Miaojin's arm and acted coquettishly: "I don't want to go home for dinner."

"You're wrong to say that." Jiang Xinghuo fished out an iced watermelon from the well in the front yard and retorted on Yu Qian's behalf.

"Children are at the age where they should play. What's the use of thinking about the meaning of life every day?"

Xu Miaojin walked out holding a child in one hand and looked back.

"You can't regret it until you miss it, right, Mr. Jiang?"

Xian'er continued to shake her arms and said, "Sister-in-law, you should go to Jiangnan with that Japanese woman, and take us with you then."

Ronger whispered: "My sister-in-law is not going, my eldest sister said that the other day."

Hearing that Queen Xu seemed to be looking for Xu Miaojin, Jiang Xinghuo was startled and clapped the iced watermelon in his hand: "Let the child eat a melon before leaving."

Both Xian'er and Rong'er were stunned by Mr. Jiang's sudden warmth, and they didn't recover for a long time.

"good."

After inviting a few people to sit down, Jiang Xinghuo went to cut the melons in person, and young reporter Yu Qian also interviewed Xu Miaojin.

"When I was your age, I wanted to be a good painter. I thought it was interesting and meaningful to be able to draw every day. Later, when I grew up, I didn't know what to do that was meaningful. My family felt that I I should marry a good husband, and it is best to win something for the Xu family. Perhaps this is my greatest meaning." Xu Miaojin stated calmly.

"Then you think so too?"

"It was true at first, but not anymore."

"When did it start?" Yu Qian was very inquisitive.

"It was also here when Ronger asked me what I wanted to do in the future."

Jiang Xinghuo's melon was cut quickly. He served it and rolled up his sleeves and the others ate in silence.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, and Xian'er's question about "will watermelon grow in the stomach after swallowing watermelon seeds" was never asked.

"Put the melon rinds and seeds somewhere. I'll clean them up later."

Xu Miaojin washed her hands carefully with the two little girls, then held one in each hand and prepared to go home for dinner.

"I'll take you out."

"No, Mr. Jiang." Xu Miaojin politely refused, "We are separated by a wall."

"Aren't you going to Jiangnan to see it?"

"not going."

Jiang Xinghuo stood under the grapevine and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Separated by a wall, if the next door was not the Xu Mansion of a double kingdom, and it was not the "Xu" of the Zhongshan King Xu Da, maybe many things would be different.

He is afraid of his own weakness.

Xu Miaojin recalled what her sister had said to her not long ago, and looked into Jiang Xinghuo's eyes tenderly.

"Mr. Jiang, I can't spend my whole life, but it's possible for you."