Dressed as the Regent's fox pet

Chapter 17 Misty Waves

Misty rain began to fall outside the window, and inside the window Nie Wu was giving Nie Mingchi the last inspection before recovery.

"My lord's injury is not serious, but Zhongzhou is far away. If my lord chooses to leave tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll have to take a carriage." Nie Wu retracted his hand.

"Then take the carriage." Nie Mingchi replied, but looked at the hardworking fox on the table beside him.

Fang Yingzheng was trying to identify the three big characters on the bamboo slips, but after reading it for a long time, he couldn't distinguish the ugly Yinmao, and he began to feel dizzy.

Nie Mingchi came over and asked, "How?"

Fang Ying shook his head, lying on the table with all four paws, feeling extremely tired.

It is said that after Nie Wu taught him painting according to the owner's instructions, he began to laugh at the fox's paintings on a daily basis.Finally, Fang Ying couldn't bear the anger and was afraid of the fox's claws, so he jumped onto the bamboo slips and pointed to the complicated seal characters, expressing that he wanted to learn this.

Nie Mingchi, on the other hand, has been reviewing the accumulated official documents, only occasionally watching the excitement, and not talking to him, just letting these two make a fuss in the study.

After starting to teach the fox to read, Nie Wu didn't smile anymore, but his expression became more and more broken, his mouth became more and more broken, and he was developing into an old lady.

Nie Wu saw that the fox couldn't even distinguish the three commonly used words, and his heart was actually broken, but the master has completely recovered, so he should get rid of the blame in time.

To avoid being taken advantage of again, Nie Wu said, "My lord, why don't you teach this fox yourself?"

Nie Mingchi could hear the flattery and flattery in Nie Wu's tone, he really didn't expect his shameless subordinate to bow down to a little fox so quickly.

Nie Mingchi raised his eyebrows and comforted him, "I just feel that you teach well."

Nie Wu almost knelt down to Nie Mingchi, his expression was filled with grief, "My lord, please show mercy! This subordinate will never dare to talk too much in the future."

Nie Mingchi helped him up, and suppressed the faint smile on his lips, "Forget it, you go back and pack your bags, and I will teach this fox."

Fang Ying was still wrestling with those three characters, but when he heard a plop, he didn't know what was going on, but when he looked up, he realized that Nie Wu had already run away in a hurry.

Nie Mingchi looked at the fox who had no idea that he had angered a teacher away, couldn't hold back his smile, and walked over to pick it up from the desk.

Fang Ying heard the owner say, "Go and have lunch first, and continue when you come back."

Fang Ying was carried away by Nie Mingchi, but what was strange was that Nie Mingchi did not eat in his own room, but took him to a strange place with a bamboo umbrella.

It was an open lake, and there was misty mist and rain on the surface of the lake, and the misty waves looked far away.

There is a long corridor leading directly to the center of the lake on the lake, and there is a pavilion looming indistinctly.

Fang Ying saw that the owner walked up the corridor with an umbrella and came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

There are gauze curtains hanging around the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and only a part of it is rolled up on the side facing the promenade.

There are servants who are serving dishes and drinks in the pavilion.

There is no wind, only the vast mist, and even the reeds in the distance have become ethereal.

Nie Mingchi put down the bamboo umbrella, and sat at the stone table in the pavilion with the fox in his arms, but he didn't move his chopsticks, as if he was waiting for someone to come to the appointment.

After a while, seeing a servant leading a person to the promenade on the other side of the lake, Fang Ying looked over and felt that the crooked figure was somewhat familiar.

After the man walked into the Huxin Pavilion, Nie Mingchi got up to greet him, "Old Zhang, please."

Only then did Fang Ying realize that the person Nie Mingchi was waiting for was the old man in the stable.

Mr. Zhang, that is, Master Zhang did not refuse this time, but just sat down, "His Royal Highness is leaving for Zhongzhou?"

Nie Mingchi nodded, "Yes, we will leave tomorrow."

Mr. Zhang stroked his beard, "It's better to go back earlier, after all, this Shuozhou is not a place for His Royal Highness to stay for a long time. The young emperor is young, so His Royal Highness needs to go back as soon as possible to help."

Nie Mingchi smiled and said, "That kid is not so easy to be led by the nose."

Mr. Zhang nodded when he heard the words, "Although the young emperor is young, he is indeed intelligent. It's a pity that his mind is not on government affairs."

"It's been much better in the past two years. It's just that his nature is like this, and it's not so easy to change. It will take time." Nie Mingchi said.

Zhang Laofu nodded again, as if thinking of another matter, "Is the reform of His Royal Highness still going on?"

Nie Mingchi nodded.

Mr. Zhang frowned slightly when he heard the words, "Qi Feng has lasted for more than seven hundred years. The old system of the former king has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and many benefits have become hereditary. Even though the old system has many disadvantages, it can ensure the continuation of the country. There is always a reason for its existence." I have heard some of the new laws of Your Highness in the past two years. I am afraid that it will touch the old system and shake the foundation of the ancestors. Your Royal Highness should not act too hastily. Any legal provisions must pass the test of time."

"Students are taught," Nie Mingchi looked up, "I wonder if Mr. Zhang is willing to enter Mingyuan Pavilion again, and students are willing to welcome him as a bachelor."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand and refused, "I said earlier that this world is now your young people's world, and I, a bad old man, will not participate. If you really want my Zhang family to enter the court again, you can find me after returning to Zhongzhou The grandnephew who went there the year before last, his name is Zhang Yong, he has what I have learned all my life, and maybe he can help you."

Hearing what he said, Nie Mingchi relaxed. He stroked the fur of the fox and asked, "Mr. Zhang is still thinking about the past, and is chilled by what he did to respect the emperor?"

Fang Ying raised his head and glanced at the two of them. Naturally, he would not think that the previous dynasty referred to by the owner referred to another dynasty. Combined with the title of Emperor Jing, it obviously referred to what happened in the period of the first emperor.

According to this meaning, it is that Emperor Jing, who is the owner's father, has done something stupid, and it is no wonder that the owner has always respected Zhang Lao and respected him as a corporal.

Mr. Zhang sighed, looking at the vast mist on the lake, "It's impossible to say that I don't care about it. After all, dozens of members of my Zhang family, including my grandson who was not born in time, died on the road of exile. In the end, only me and that grandnephew survived."

Nie Mingchi was silent for a moment, and before he could open his mouth, Elder Zhang continued, "I know His Royal Highness intends to reverse the case for the Zhang family, but this is a matter of the previous court after all, not to mention the fact that there is little evidence and a lot of involvement. It's better not to touch it."

Nie Mingchi was silent, "It's my Nie family who are sorry for the Zhang family."

Mr. Zhang waved his hands, and turned to Nie Mingchi, "I see that fox has a kind face. If you want me to give it a hug, I just happen to have a small gift for it."

Nie Mingchi looked down at the fox and saw that it had no objection, so he put it in Zhang Lao's arms.

Zhang Lao first imitated Nie Mingchi's previous way of stroking the fox's fur, and after a while he took out a small silver longevity lock from his clothes.

Fang Ying watched as Zhang Lao put the longevity lock on his neck, and looked down carefully.

This longevity lock is obviously old, and it doesn't look very brand new. There are two small characters in the middle. Fang Ying has just learned that character, which is the word Mingjing.

Fang Ying looked up at Mr. Zhang, hoping that he could clear up the confusion.

Mr. Zhang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "That's my grandson's small characters, so how about giving it to you? May this lock be with you for the rest of your life, and your heart will be clear and clean, free from filthy dust."

Fang Ying met the old man's eyes that seemed to be able to see everything, but at the moment there was a smile in them, as if he was looking at an ignorant junior.

Thinking that this longevity lock was originally intended for Mr. Zhang's unborn grandson, Fang Ying felt indescribably heavy.

He just nodded, but there seemed to be something stuck in his heart.

Mr. Zhang stroked his beard in satisfaction, and handed the fox to Nie Mingchi again, "I'll accept the wine, and the dishes won't move."

Mr. Zhang picked up the jug and tasted it like he was still in the army, "The high-quality Zhongzhou Qionghua wine, His Royal Highness is interested."

After finishing speaking, he got up without stopping for a moment, took the jug and walked towards the corridor, and disappeared in the vast mist not long after.

Fang Ying heard a soft sigh coming from above his head, followed by a sigh.

I don't know if it's because of Mr. Zhang's past, or because of the two words on the longevity lock.

Early the next morning, Nie Mingchi carried the fox into the carriage, and embarked on the journey to Zhongzhou with his subordinates.

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The author has something to say:

The part of Shuozhou is longer than expected, but Zhongzhou is the key point, and everything that follows happens here.

#Volume Two Imperial City