Chao Yu Jie

It would be shocking for anyone to suddenly travel to ancient times, but this person is the second generation of an official and he is the son of Lord Hou, so it is not comparable to ordinary people.The Wen family only thought that he had hurt his head and couldn't remember the past.But Chen Rui really can't feel at ease, let's not talk about the fine-tuned Shangjing dialect, he only knows a little bit of it, if people know that his ghost is the shell of Wenzhuo taken up by outsiders out of thin air, he can't be tied up like a ghost Burned!

This really underestimated the position of the prince in the heart of the Marquis of Xiangyang. When he hadn't woken up earlier, Wen Zhuo was hanging on his breath.Wen Shiyu was very anxious, he was afraid that the white-haired person would give away the black-haired person, and he was not afraid of being laughed at by others. The mansion had already invited Taoist priests to do altar, and also invited monks to do a long-term praying dojo.It's just that Wen Zhuo was not called back, but Chen Rui was called.

As soon as Chen Ruifu woke up, he was surrounded by people and waited on him.The imperial physician Wen Shiyu invited could only examine the flesh and the heart, and he couldn't see why the eldest son was insane.It's just that the injury was unlucky, so it's better to take care of it slowly.Therefore, Chen Rui pretended to be stupid all day long, and he didn't show any flaws.

Rongying had already heard about the incident in the Xiangyang Marquis Mansion, even though he was worried, he was his own nephew after all, and this time he came back to Beijing to meet Wen Zhuo.

Wen Shiyu sent someone to call his son to see him.He complained to his uncle: "Zuo'er has been relieved a lot by this misfortune, but now he can't even recognize his family members, and he can't speak flexibly. Don't be surprised." Then he remembered, "He is now It seems that he has changed his temper, and now he knows how to read books. Sometimes I wonder if he is bewitched by evil spirits?"

Rong Ying couldn't help laughing: "I think he was the evil spirit in the past. The disciples of the Hou family don't think about making progress, and they only know how to do nothing every day. How can they not cause trouble?"

Seeing that Wen Shiyu was still worried, he added another sentence: "The prodigal son will not change his money when he turns back. He has learned such a lesson, and there is no reason not to change his ways and return to the right. Although it is strange to say nothing, if you are really worried, you can invite someone to come Look."

Xiangyang Houdao: "A few days ago, the Zhizhen monk of Fangyue Temple came here and only said, 'The past is fixed, and you will be reborn'. When you ask him carefully, he just said it's okay. No."

Rongying frowned, and advised him: "Since Zhuer'er has lost his way and found his way back, recuperating from his illness is one of the first things, why not take this opportunity to discipline him more, let him calm down, and don't let him wander around."

The Marquis of Xiangyang pondered for a moment, thinking of his son's refusal to go to the family school, and the fact that he didn't know how many teacher teachers he had left at home, and felt a little troubled for a while.General Rong shook his head straight when he saw him like this, and said: "It is often said that a loving mother has many losers, and this loser is spoiled by a loving father like you."

So he drank another cup of tea, and said: "Rong Zhu has grown up, and he has also been fond of martial arts since childhood, so he should be able to inherit my mantle in the future. Rong Li is a bit alert and can read books quietly. I plan to let him in the near future Go to Beijing and enter the Imperial Academy."

Wen Shiyu immediately understood, and said, "That's very good." Rongying also thought so.

Although he was not in Beijing all year round, he took good care of his only nephew, probably because he thought about his sister's brotherhood.

However, when he saw Wen Zhuo, Rong Ying was taken aback.

Naturally, Chen Rui didn't know Rongying. When he saw Wen Chou calling his uncle, he was hesitant to call him because he thought he and Wen Chou were half-brothers.

The two brothers stood together, Wen Chou was old and dignified, and also often walked around with good manners. On the other hand, although Wen Zhuo was only a teenager, not only his complexion was gloomy, but his behavior and posture were simply at a loss, which made Rong Rong's eyes roll hot.

Wen Zhuo used to eat, drink, play and have fun all day long, but after being passed by Chen Rui, he had to spend his brain to adapt to this evil feudal society besides recovering from his injuries. Now he has lost a lot of weight, and he finally looks human, but in the eyes of his elders It became emaciated.

After all, close relatives of flesh and blood protect the weak, not to mention Wen Shiyu, even Rong Ying felt a little distressed at this moment.

Wen Zhuo was questioned by his uncle, but he didn't answer anything. Most of the conversation was taken by others. Rong Ying looked at the vaguely similar faces of Wen Zhuo's siblings, and finally left with a complicated expression.