"Good and wise nephew!"

Juxian Garden, study room.

Facing the young county magistrate sitting silently at the bottom of a row of seats directly in front of him, the figure of a weak-headed counselor.

Li Xian choked with sobs, her sleeves were wet with tears, she was happy and crying, unable to make a sound.

He is not a resolute, strong and profound person, but in the eyes of the world, he is indecisive, sentimental and weak.

It's a pity that he has a mother who is iron-handed and lusty for power.

He was born in the emperor's family by mistake again.

He is not as smart and tolerant as his eighth brother Xiang Wang Li Lun.

If you put this indecisive, sentimental and weak character in a commoner or a wealthy family, it may be considered a kind and considerate person who values ​​love and justice. He may be considered a good husband and father to his wife and children.

But he is not a good emperor or a good lord.

Li Xian deeply felt this a long time ago, after experiencing the turmoil of deposing the emperor and being demoted to a commoner.

In the past, those close friends in the East Palace who had been treated generously and favorably by him left him one by one, silently severing contact with him.

The only one who didn't hesitate to resign and follow was Mr. Yuan, who was old-fashioned and pedantic, but respected benevolence and etiquette.

After experiencing the ups and downs of life, Li Xian became disheartened and paralyzed himself.

He changed his name to Su and spent more than ten years living in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. He was worthy of the word "idle" in his name.

But how can ordinary people accept this kind of gap from emperor to common people?

Li Xian actually held back. He had a weak character. He had told himself over and over again that "becoming a rich man" was already the best ending.

Moreover, he can grow old together with his wife and accompany Fusu and Guo'er to grow up. This is a true love that was difficult to experience in the imperial family in the past, and one must be satisfied with it.

Until last month, the Luoyang court sent an angel again, and it was his old "love rival". He was scared to death. The "jue" presented by his mother still made him afraid to approach it.

What really changed Li Xian's mentality was the story of "Zheng Bo Duan Yu Yan" told by Ouyang Rong not long ago;

On the fifteenth day, Wei Shaoxuan lifted up the sheepskin and exposed his fangs to hunt down his wife and children.

The latter ignited the anger and fear in his chest.

The former, the wise and wise nephew in front of him, gave Li Xian hope.

He no longer wants to live in this precarious position, where he will be teased and chased by his children and nephews, and his beloved daughter will be robbed.

Even this thought made him tremble with fear. The figure of the Iron Blood Queen in front of him covered the sky and made him despair.

But Li Xian still took this step and tried his best to retain Liang Han's nephew.

Not for his own lust for power, but for Meiniang, Fusu and Guoer.

It doesn't matter that he's just eating and waiting to die. He's a coward.

But Fusu and Guo'er can't do that. They are still young. They are the children of the Li family who should be "worthy", and their fate should not be the same as that of a useless person like him.

Li Xian trembled all over.

Today, I have family behind me.

There is no way to retreat.

Being weak doesn't mean you can be bullied without a bottom line.

In the study room.

Li Xian tried his best to open his eyes wide and suppress his tears. Looking at the weak-headed counselor in front of him who once crushed Wei Shaoxuan, the sixth son of King Wei, into minced meat, he was filled with excitement and guilt that he was indebted to him for resigning.

Even though, after Ouyang Rong walked into the Su Mansion today, he came to Dalang Fusu's study and made some kind of silent statement.

But Li Xian was still undeterred in his gratitude and had no grudges.

After all, wouldn’t his be the eldest son Fusu’s from now on?

This is the undisputed consensus of the whole family.

Wei Mei loves her eldest son most.

Guo'er also has a very good relationship with his elder brother. The two are siblings, and Fusu has doted on his younger sister since childhood and would give in to anything.

Although Li Xian still has one or two concubines, they are still babies waiting to be fed;

If they hadn't been separated when the disaster came, they would have gone back to their parents' home with the snobbish concubine, far away in a foreign land, and wouldn't have followed him to Longcheng to endure hardships, and their lives would have been precarious.

Naturally, the feelings cannot be compared with those of Li Xian, Li Fusu, Li Guoer and Wei Mei.

The four of them share the joys and sorrows in Longcheng, and their family bond is the strongest.

Li Xian covered his face and cried for a while. He wiped away his tears and calmed down his emotions. He was a little at a loss for a while and said to Ouyang Rong in shame:

"Made Liang Han's wise nephew laugh."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Uncle has a true temperament."

Li Xian felt ashamed: "But it has delayed Lianghan's future."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, pondered for a moment, and whispered:

"I have promised Fusu that from today on, I will come to your house to do my best."

Li Xian hurriedly waved his hand: "What are you talking about Lianghan!"

At this time, he couldn't help but glance sideways and glanced at Ouyang Rong's eyes. Li Xian found that his eyes were faintly purple, as if they had been like this ever since he was at the county government office.

I don't know if it's a lighting problem.

Ouyang Rong seemed to notice Li Xian's gaze and lowered his eyes slightly.

At this time, Wei Mei and Li Bao'er came over carrying refreshments.

Wei Mei was extremely cordial and served Ouyang Rong tea. Li Guo'er stood by silently and helped, but the usually arrogant little girl with plum blossom makeup was a little quieter in the study today.

"My nephew, Liang Hanxian, moisten your throat. This is some snacks I made. You should also try it. It can relieve the heat."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "Junior sister likes this, let her try it."

He motioned to Wei Mei and asked them to bring the ice cream-like cake to the junior sister sitting opposite, who just looked at him eagerly.

The two senior brothers and sisters are getting closer and closer to each other.

Li Guo'er saw it, including the sweet smile on Xie's sister's lips.

I can't resist the iced snacks, but I can't resist the tea.

Li Xian's face turned serious, and he called Li Fusu, who was scratching his head, and asked him to bow to Mr. Ouyang Rongzhi, and Li Fusu obediently obeyed.

For a moment, the father and son, who were the direct lineage of Emperor Taizong, served tea and water in front of Ouyang Rong, just like servants.

Ouyang Rong helplessly took a sip of tea, immediately stood up and refused, forcing them to sit down.

"Uncle and Da Lang don't have to be so generous." After a pause, he nodded and said, "Don't call me a good nephew or good man from now on. Just call me Tan Lang."

Li Xian and Li Fusu were overjoyed.

"Uncle, aunt, Da Lang, and Miss Li, please take a seat."

Ouyang Rong said casually, he lowered his eyes and covered up the purple light in his eyes. At the moment, his mind was a little distracted and focused on something.

Ouyang Rong glanced in the direction of Luoyang where he ordered Song Hao to leave.

Just after he politely declined the imperial edict and sent Song Hao out of the courtroom, an ancient bronze bell suddenly trembled in the quaint little tower in his mind, and a familiar purple mist gushed out.

A sudden blessing.

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised.

It requires two thousand [merits].

Ouyang Rong just took a moment to take a look on his way to Su Mansion.

Very good, he is not enough.

at present.

[Merit: one thousand five hundred and eighty-one]

Ouyang Rong sighed.

These days, he has found that [merit] is very difficult to earn.

Since the flood control incident, Ouyang Rong spent all the [merits] he had carefully accumulated on the 15th day of his reign.

The growth of [merit] is very slow.

Recently, he has been working hard on the new ferry crossing of Zheyi Canal. In addition, he has presided over the construction of some scattered buildings at the corners that collapsed during the flood, as well as caring for the families of the flood control martyrs.

For more than half a month, Ling Ouyang Rong only gained more than 1,500 [merits], and now he is still short of nearly 500.

Ouyang Rong was ready to give up, but this new blessing seemed to last for a long time after being triggered.

The Heavenly Official ordered Song Hao and his entourage to go away, the purple energy still lingering in their eyes.

I don't know how long it will last.
To be continued...