[Rebirth] Pity

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Xiao Gong has already made his debut, and General Wei's poems are all made up by civet cats, so don't scold them if they are bad.

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Wang Zi'an lived in Jin'an Mansion for a few days, and under the meticulous care of his father and mother, his health gradually improved.But this kind of goodness is only compared to the previous Wang Zi'an. Compared with his peers, Wang Zi'an's body is too weak.With a little wind, Biyun would make a fuss for a while.

Wang Zi'an has no dissatisfaction with this frail body, he is lucky to live again, how dare he ask for more?

Sitting in front of the book desk, through some books and Biyun's words, Wang Zi'an also got a little understanding of this world.In this world, there is no Yu Dynasty, only an empire called Daqing.

Emperor Daqing, surnamed Mo, was a descendant of a declining family in the previous dynasty. Under the emperor's command, the people of this dynasty lived in peace and happiness, and the prime minister of the dynasty was Wang Zi'an's current father, the Duke of Jin'an. Wang Lianyi.

Wang Zi'an couldn't imagine that, as the second son of a dignitary in the court, someone would dare to harm him.

"My lord, why did you get up and read a book without putting on your clothes again! What if you catch a cold!" Bi Yun started to babble as soon as she entered the room, but she was helpless because Wang Zi'an was so careless. Can quickly fetch a sable cloak and put it on Wang Zi'an.

"It doesn't matter, the room is warm!" Wang Zi'an said helplessly, the charcoal fire in this room has never been cut off, how can there be any coolness?Everyone in Jin'an Mansion thinks too much of him. Sometimes, even he himself doesn't feel that he has a bit of gold and nobility!

From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult!

Wang Zi'an wrapped himself in sable fur, and was about to open the door to go out, but Biyun stopped him.

"My lord, it's cold outside! Don't go out and catch a cold!"

"I'm much better now, I'm going to get moldy if I stay in the house!" Wang Zi'an bypassed Biyun, opened the door and went out.

For the past few days, Biyun has been restraining him from leaving the door once. He has been here for so long, but he has never even seen his own yard. Now that he is in better health, he can no longer stay in the house.

"It's winter, how can there be any mildew..." Bi Yun hurriedly chased after Wang Zi'an, but she just stood still at the door, she could only blame the scenery in front of her, it was so beautiful that she forgot breathe.

The air outside is cold, fluffy snowflakes are flying wantonly, and the yard is covered in silver, which is too beautiful to behold!

Wearing velvet boots, Wang Zi'an walked towards the courtyard with shallow steps. The plum blossoms in the courtyard were blooming in full bloom, and some delicate snowflakes stained Wang Zi'an's black hair and eyelashes, which did not melt for a while.

Against the backdrop of the white snow, those eyes that have experienced life and death are more clear, and the hair that has never been combed due to being bedridden for a long time is casually scattered behind the head, gently fluttering with the cold wind.

Snow White, a fairy in the sky!

In the long corridor not far away, a tall man in green clothes and jade face stared at the person under the red plums, his thin lips parted slightly, and murmured: "...the cold wind is cold, the plums are like blood. The black hair is like ink , skin is better than snow..."

The man suddenly paused for a moment, and then said again: "His lips curled into a smile, as if the country is overwhelmed by the city. When the clear eyes are fixed, the clear spring and clear water are overwhelming..."

Wei Yishuang's voice stopped abruptly, because he saw a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that shocked him so much that he couldn't speak.What kind of eyes are those?It is as clear as water, but it seems to be full of countless emotions, the relief after happiness and sorrow!

Little boy, why does his eyes seem to see through the world of mortals?

No one knows that after experiencing the despair of being pushed into the water, and then experiencing weird things that ordinary people can't imagine after death, a [-]-year-old young soul is no longer what ordinary people imagined.

After the catastrophe of life and death, there is not much left in his feelings. Perhaps, except for a few close people, no one can stir up a wave in his heart.

Wang Zi'an's eyes are clean and clear, but this kind of cleanliness seems to be an endless alienation after seeing everything in the world lightly!

Just like at this moment, facing such a magnificent plum scene, Wang Zi'an's heart is still as calm as water.

Wei Yishuang pursed his lips, and whispered again: "The eyes are clear, like a secluded spring, clear and pure. Indifferent, out of the world. Looks like a fox, charms all beings without being a monster. Proud as frost, Qing Ya wins lotus."

From the other end of the corridor, the prince came to Wei Yishuang with a servant, and jokingly said, "General Wei, here we are! Our general is going to fight on the battlefield, don't let me, a little duke's mansion, be fooled!" on the way!"

"Uncle Wang, don't make fun of me anymore. Mei Jingyou from the Prime Minister's Mansion has become obsessed and forgot to return!" Wei Yishuang laughed, not taking Father Wang's joke at all.

Father Wang looked at the plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard, and he showed a kindness without any hesitation, and said: "Wei Xian's nephew Wen Tao is outstanding, what is this? After climbing the plum tree, this Qingmeiyuan is now here!"

Wei Yishuang raised his eyebrows, the Wang family still has a son?Wang Zilin never told him that he actually had a younger brother, so he really hid it tightly!Wang Zilin is the eldest son of the Wang family.

Wei Yishuang and Wang Zilin are schoolmates and childhood playmates, the two families of Wei and Wang have always been on good terms.

It's rare to see this man who has always been refined and rigorous show such a gentle look. Although he is stubborn, his tone is quite lovely.Wei Yishuang looked back at the empty courtyard, and the figure of the dusty figure appeared in his mind again.

"I don't know which son it is, can you please come and see me, I must have a father like Uncle Shi, and his literary talents must be extraordinary!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Yishuang saw that Wang's father's expression suddenly became a little sad, and he only heard the other party say: "This is the youngest son of the family, his name is Zi'an, he has been weak and sick since he was a child, he rarely goes out, and he is unknown outside. It's normal, your father may have forgotten to tell you."

Father Wang didn't mention Wang Zilin, because he never expected Wang Zilin to share his precious things with others, even close friends.Why!I don't know who the eldest son looks like with such a younger brother!Obviously, the prince forgot that he was a "little son".

#On the difference between the eldest son and the second son#

"How is Zi'an now?" Wei Yishuang asked with concern.

Father Wang sighed: "It was rare to go out once a few days ago, but fell into the icy cold lake, and has been bedridden with a weak body, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see him!"

Wei Yishuang was somewhat regretful, "Young master is auspicious, he will be fine!"

"Nephew Chengxian's auspicious words!"

In the end, Wei Yishuang took one last look at the red plums that filled the courtyard, and followed the footsteps of the prince's father to leave this beautiful courtyard like a paradise.

At this time, Wang Zi'an had already returned to the house, holding a hand stove in his hand, sitting on a soft chair, turning a deaf ear to Biyun's endless preaching.

He stretched out his hand to open the window, and a gust of cold wind blew in. It was snowing in the cold winter outside, and the plum blossoms were also vivid. However, before the scenery in front of him was left for a few seconds, a pair of ruthless hands closed the window, and turned his head. Then he saw Biyun looking at him with an uneven face.

The prince sighed in relief, he knew his current situation to some extent, no matter how weak he was, since God gave him a new life, he was doomed to lose something, but it was just ordinary people's health, so why should he complain!

Bi Yun was also shocked by the cold wind just now, frowned, and said to Wang Zi'an in a good voice: "Young Master, it's cold outside, how can you not cherish yourself so much! Madame knows, you must be in a hurry."

Wang Zi'an heard this sentence the most when he came here, his ears were callused, "I see, just don't tell your parents, I won't do this next time!"

"Really?" Biyun was a little suspicious.

"I promise!" Wang Zi'an said helplessly, holding his forehead.

"By the way, why didn't dad come over today? Is there something wrong?" Wang Lianyi would come here to report every day, and it was so sudden that he was not used to it.

The words were diverted, Biyun didn't care about what happened just now, and replied truthfully: "Today, General Wei came to the mansion, and Lord Wang must have come to entertain him." Kind of respectful.

"Who is General Wei, and why did he come to see his father?" Wang Zi'an asked curiously when he heard the personnel affairs outside.

At first, Wang Zi'an only dared to follow Biyun's words cautiously, for fear of showing his flaws.But Biyun never had any doubts about the things he asked, and even explained them to him with great interest, so he got used to asking questions directly.

How could Biyun not answer?She wished she could tell the young master everything in detail.The young master in the past never cared about the outside world. At that time, the young master was like a fairy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world. Now it's rare to have a bit of a human touch. Biyun can't wait to explain things as detailed as hair!

Speaking of General Wei, Biyun's words were even more eloquent, "General Wei's name is Wei Yishuang, and he is the youngest general in our Daqing. He is only 24 this year. He is proficient in everything. Without a single defeat, he is the patron saint of our Daqing, and the general is also the most beautiful man in the imperial capital!"

While Biyun was talking excitedly, Wang Zi'an was dumbfounded when he heard it, he really is a remarkable person!Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, there are always amazing and talented people!

As Biyun spoke, he took a peek at his young master and sighed secretly, if it weren't for the young master's poor health, the title of the most beautiful man in the imperial capital would have changed hands!Hey, the sky is jealous of Lan Yan!

"By the way, Young Master, the Eldest Young Master will be returning home in a few days, and the Young Master will not feel bored by then!"

Wang Zi'an counted the days, that's right, wouldn't it be the New Year soon?As for the eldest son in Biyun's mouth, he must be the elder brother of this body, but unfortunately, Wang Zi'an's impression of Wang Zilin is so shallow that he doesn't even have an outline, and Wang Zi'an doesn't realize how close he will be to this elder brother with the temperament of the original owner , the age difference of eight years is more than a ditch!

The days passed quickly in leisure time, and while Wang Zi'an was reading to pass the time, the weather gradually became less severe.When this festive season is approaching, every household is full of joy, even Wang Zi'an's Qingmei Wanli is full of excitement.

I don't know what happened today, but Bi Yun, who had always opposed Wang Zi'an's stepping out of Qingmeiwan, unexpectedly agreed, since Wang Zi'an came to this world for more than [-] days, this was the first time he went out of the yard.

Wearing a sable fur, Wang Zi'an went to the front hall under the leadership of Biyun, walked through the exquisite and unique corridor, and watched the scenery of the mansion along the way. The second generation of super power, the second generation of rich.