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What Ziying still didn't understand was why his foster father wanted to send him to the Su Mansion, and why he repeatedly told him not to step into the outskirts of the city, nor to set foot into the imperial court, during his lifetime.

At that time, he thought his foster father was afraid that Duan Ling Tian would send him back to die. However, his thoughts after his rebirth told him that things were far from what they appeared to be.

Why did his position of being the top scorer be reduced to that of a flower scout during the throne room test of his previous life? Why was he sent to Fringe City as a civilian to serve as a military general? Why was it that when the foreign enemies invaded, he had sent several messages for help, but did not send any reinforcements, and instead waited for the bloody slaughter of the city?

In retrospect, his foster father should have predicted the predicament long before the outer tribes surrounded the city. As a result, he spent a lot of money to encourage the citizens in the city to move towards the inner city. In just a short period of time, a third of the citizens in the city had already left.

How could my godfather have known about the outer cities? If he knew that, why did he immigrate so heavily when he wasn't actively preparing for defense? Why did he even end up as a prisoner in the city?

How could he continue to read books?

Looking out from the window of the pavilion, Hong Guang had already walked down the stairs. On the green and white brick road, his grey monk's sleeves fluttered, leaving a shadow on the ground. For some reason, that grey shadow seemed to have a trace of sorrow in it.

Jing Ji, who was standing far away, ran over to greet Hong Guang. Hong Guang said something to him, then he reached out to touch Jing Ji's head and pulled him away.

Such a scene was somewhat similar to the image of him and his foster father. He often read something and ran up to his foster father, who would rub his head and laugh, praising his intelligence.

But the night before he left, his godfather had called him into the study with such a serious look on his face.

It seemed as if his foster father had a lot of things he wanted to say to him, but in the end, he only said, "Child, you have to leave this place tomorrow. Never come back. Being an ordinary person is your greatest blessing! "

He did not understand and did not think too much about it that day.

But today, he suddenly thought, if he was willing to be an ordinary person, would his fate have been changed?

After returning from the Temple of Tranquility, Ziying had made a long choice between the truth and the burial. In the end, he had decided to let nature take its course.

If he had obediently stayed in the Su Mansion, he would have avoided that massacre and he would have been willing to become an ordinary person.

Perhaps this was the meaning of rebirth.

After breakfast that day, the weather was cold and gloomy, and Ziying was bored in his study, so he came out and strolled around the back garden.

This backyard was said to have been taken care of by the former mistress of Su Mansion. Even though it had been a long time since her death, she still retained her old beauty. According to his aesthetic standards, Mrs. Su all those years ago was really a shrewd woman. Just by looking at the words on the question in the pavilion, one would be able to see through her talents.

Unfortunately, Su Wenxi didn't have a shred of inheritance from her.

He stood in the pavilion and gazed at the shallow pond, the green lotus, as layers and layers of leaves covered the surface of the water. From afar, he seemed to gradually lose his vision. He suddenly felt lost.

Even after coming to the Su Mansion for a few days, there would still be the loneliness of living in another hometown. Old Master Su was good to him, but this place was not his home.

When he came that day, his foster father had told him to "take Father Su as his father and Su Mansion as his home", and he had actually hinted it very clearly. In his heart, there was some dissatisfaction. He was once full of regret, but now he could only move to Su Mansion. Was he waiting for the young miss of Su Family to grow up and become her husband that would take on another woman?

There was a shattering sound outside the pavilion, as if bricks had fallen off.

He turned his head in surprise. Not far away, atop the brick wall, Su Wenxi was holding a thick willow branch in one hand with the corner of her robe in one hand, sticking her tongue out at the wall beneath.

He looked up and saw him. He loosened the corner of his robe and waved to him. He didn't say anything. Instead, he made a "hush" gesture and turned around. He then jumped up. The corner of his robe flew away.

While he was worrying about whether or not his leg had been injured, he heard a series of quick and light footsteps before he gradually disappeared into the distance.

"…"

After standing in silence for a while, he finally felt that it was better to pretend that he didn't see anything.

After standing there for a while, he silently walked back.

Along the way, Dong Yan came to find him. When he saw him, he said, "Young Master, the Miss asked Hong Ying'er to send a box over just now."

"What kind of box?"

Dong Yan hesitated for a moment and was embarrassed to say that it was a young lady's makeup. He thought for a moment and said vaguely, "I've put it in the study. Young Master, why don't you go and take a look?

Lou Zigui gave Dong Yan a puzzled look. What kind of box could a little girl like Su Wenxi, who climbed up a tree on the wall, give him?

Stepping into the study, he saw the carved mahogany box on the desk. It was clearly a young lady's makeup case.

He was stunned and turned around to look at Dong Yan. "Hong Ying'er sent this box over?" Didn't he take the wrong one?

"..." "Yes." Dong Yan lowered his head.

He thought to himself, it's a good thing that the old master has always been lax with his young mistress.

She stealthily glanced at the frowning Ziying and thought to herself, No matter what, this is considered to be a show of goodwill, right?

After frowning for a while, he reached out a hand to open the box. It wasn't that he didn't know the rules, but he didn't believe that Su Wenxi would be so kind as to give him something.

Dong Yan secretly looked over with his mouth agape. What was with this box full of children's silk flowers? Miss, you can't have sent all of the silk flowers that the old master gave you all these years, right? The problem was, Miss never wore these silk flowers. What did it mean to give them to young master?

Su Wenxi, who had taken care of her fiancé's business, ran to an old house at the west end of the village and knocked twice on the broken door. She didn't wait for anyone inside to open the door and directly entered.

Then, he heard a slightly aged voice from the side of the courtyard ask with dissatisfaction, "This little girl is getting more and more rude. This door is old and worn, can't you gently push it?"

Su Wenxi giggled, with a nonchalant look on her face. "It's not my house's door, what does an old, broken door have to do with me? "If you have the ability, then apologize to Old Master Su."

The old man, dressed in an old gray robe, was tending the flowers barefooted. He stared at Su Wenxi and said, "It didn't sound like this when I was approached by you earlier because of your depression and stomach disorder!"

Su Wenxi immediately became coquettish as she giggled and hopped over to curry favor with him. "Alright, alright, this is just a joke …"

"Watch your feet!" The old man ignored Su Wenxi's fawning and stared at her. He almost stepped on an unknown plant and shouted.

Su Wenxi's feet landed on a gap between two ridges. She bent down and looked at the listless and listless little Miao, clicking her tongue and saying, "It seems like she won't be able to live!"

The old man was so angry that his beard was standing on end. "How many days have you left these flowers and plants in this yard? Are you serious?"

Su Wenxi laughed. "You can't blame me for this. I clearly told you before I left that you weren't optimistic about it, so you can't blame anyone else! "

The old man glared at Su Wenxi. Then, he stuffed the small hoe in his hand into her hand, turned around, and angrily walked out of the flower pond.

Su Wenxi looked at his back and laughed loudly. "Oh oh oh, so you're angry now? "Your temper continues to grow day by day. That rich man surnamed Zhou in the city still hopes for you to save his family's incense. As for a thousand taels of silver, do you not plan on earning it?"

The old man turned around angrily and pointed a finger at Su Wenxi. "Are you cursing me for being angered to death earlier?"

"You cannot die. At least you can't die until I finish my apprenticeship. I thought about it and felt that earning money that didn't need to be done and was worth it was actually earning money from those stingy rich people! "Old Man Qiao, I've decided. From now on, my path to wealth will be paved from your hands!"

Old Man Qiao was so angry that he raised his beard. "It's the duty of the doctor to save the dying and tend to the wounded. You little girl at such a young age only think about using the name of a doctor to steal money!] Your Su Mansion lacks this gold and silver object? It is truly heartless to be rich! "

Su Wenxi was not angry at all. She giggled and said, "To be heartless to the rich, I took money from their hands, not to rob the rich? If I go back and spread it out to the poor, wouldn't I be able to help the poor? "

Old Man Qiao: "..."

When Su Wenxi returned to Su Mansion in the evening, she found a familiar path to the wall at the back of the garden.

The thick branches of the century-old willow tree in the wall hung down and covered half the wall. Su Wenxi stretched out her hand to pick up the willow branch. As usual, she was going to pick up the strongest branch and send the fairy flying into the sky. However, she found that the willow branch was covered by a wooden ladder.

Eh?

Su Wenxi was at a loss. Was it her family's Old Master Su or her little servant girl? Or a thief who entered the mansion to steal something?

Su Wenxi pondered for a moment. The existence is reasonable and useful. Go ahead.

On hands and feet, on ladders, nimbly like a monkey. Soon, they arrived at the top of the wall.

Looking through the wall, he saw the exact same wooden staircase on the other side, like a real twin brother.

A thief wouldn't have the guts to place a ladder inside, right?

Su Wenxi rubbed her chin. Lowering her body and suppressing her voice, she quietly called out, "Hong Ying'er?"

No echo.

This little girl doesn't seem to like working hard these days!

Su Wenxi, who did not hear any response, thought for a moment before reaching out to grab a branch she had always used. She intended to send a heavenly woman flying down from the sky to land on the ground.

"Walk down the ladder!" It was a very strict voice.

Eh? Someone?

Su Wenxi paused and looked around the corner of the back garden, but she didn't see anyone.

"Walk down the ladder!" This time, the sound was a bit louder, and it seemed like … Under his feet.

Su Wenxi lowered her head and saw a person standing close to the trunk of a thick old willow tree … He was holding a book in his hand.

Su Wenxi understood now.

"Ladders? Did you set them up?"

Lou Zigui half raised his face and looked at her. His expression was similar to the expression Old Master Su had when she broke Old Master Su's jade ruyi when she was young.

"Girl, don't learn to climb walls like a boy!"

The tone of a lecturer.

Oh, and a pedant!

Su Wenxi looked down at her son condescendingly. With a gentle smile, she asked, "What else?"

Looking at her face, Su Wenxi was definitely an extremely cute, likeable and bewitching child.

But, Ziying knew that this was definitely an illusion. At least he had known Su Wenxi all these days. Other than her face, he hadn't been able to tell that she had a girl's appearance on her, including her clothes.

Pursing his lips, he said, "From tomorrow onwards, you will stay in the manor and study and read with me!"

Since he was going to be his wife in the future, he should at least not make a joke about "Nanliang" being read as "Nanjing".