Royal Road

"Yaji is ahead of schedule?" Liang Feng asked, leaning on Pingji, raising his eyebrows.

A Liang replied, "It should be early to report to the host. I went around in and out of the courtyard a few times today. I heard that Wang Zhongzheng doesn't like being cautious, so I changed the Yaji to tomorrow, which is in the outskirts of the city. In the water-recovering pavilion next to Weishan Mountain."

After receiving the order, Aliang did not dare to neglect, and immediately organized a few people to listen to the news. Don't say, the method the lord said is really effective, but for a small amount of money, he listened to the news from the people who are in charge of the carts and horses. Several people say that they will go to the Sushui Pavilion on the day. There are also a few well-informed people who bluntly said that the nobles do not like the restraint of the mansion, and they will hold an elegant gathering on the mountainside to evaluate the children of the family.

This is a few days earlier than the original owner's memory, plus Li Lang deliberately blocked the news, even if he insisted on participating in the collection, I am afraid it would be too late. Liang Feng pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Is that water-recovering pavilion close to the official road?"

"Weishan is on the west side of the official road, not far away." A Liang is most familiar with the road and replied immediately.

"That's good." Liang Feng said, "Pack up and don't say anything. When Li Lang goes out tomorrow, we will go on the road and head home."

Luzhu blinked in surprise: "Lang Jun, are you going to participate in the elegant gathering? Your body..."

"Who said I want to participate?" With a chuckle, Liang Feng slightly propped up his body.

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Early the next morning, Liang Shu watched his son leave the Li Mansion. For today, the Li family exhausted all their energy. Not only did they carefully prepare a dress and a crown for Li Lang, they also provided him with a famous piano incense burner, a smart book boy. Li Lang, who originally had only five or six points of appearance, also had seven or eight points of tolerance. As long as there is no big mistake in the answer, a top grade should have a good chance of winning.

It's a pity that I can't follow it in person. The frame had left Li's house long ago, and Liang Shu sat in the room, unable to feel at ease for a long time. Seeing the sun gradually rising from the east, her emotions became more and more tense. Wang Zhongzheng should be coming soon, right? That is the direct descendant of the Wang family in Taiyuan. I have seen such a talent and appearance as a young gentleman and a son. Can he see it?

It was just when I was feeling nervous, Jian Jia suddenly walked in, and said in a panic: "Mother, Liang Langjun is coming to say goodbye!"

"What?!" Liang Shu suddenly got up, "How to choose at this time? Has the servant revealed the news?"

"No!" Jian Jia hurriedly retorted, "If he knew about Yaji, how could he choose this hour? It might be a coincidence."

Hearing this, Liang Shu calmed down a bit. Indeed, when is this, even if he rushes to Sushui Pavilion now, it is estimated that he will not be able to keep up with Yaji. This is a big deal, how could it be possible to tolerate people being late. His complexion was a little slow, Liang Shu sat back on the main seat again, settled down, and said, "Let him in first."

Jian Jia got the order and turned to go out. After a while, Liang Feng slowly walked into the door with the support of the green bamboo. Seeing the appearance of the visitor, Liang Shu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. I saw that person was pale, described as haggard, dressed in white and simple and plain, and he was a little awkward when he hung on his body, and it didn't look like he had gone to an elegant gathering at all. On the contrary, it is more like casual clothes prepared for a long journey.

However, Liang Shu would not express such thoughts on her face. Instead, she frowned slightly and said, "Feng'er, why did you get out of bed because you haven't recovered? The Liang family is three days away from Shangdang County. Whenever something happens, how will my aunt take care of it."

With the support of the green bamboo, Liang Feng came to the hall and stood still, and bowed slightly to the beautiful woman: "Auntie, I have been thinking about it for a long time in the past two days. Since I can't participate in the gathering, it is better to leave as soon as possible. It's just sorrowful."

Liang Shu choked, this is really hard to refute. According to the original plan, the gathering should be held the day after tomorrow, and it is not difficult to understand if you want to leave early, not seeing and not worrying. But this is a coincidence! After a pause, Liang Shu sighed quietly: "Aunty doesn't understand your mind. It's just impulsive and missed the body, but what should I do?"

Liang Feng smiled sorrowfully: "Don't hide from my aunt, I am afraid that this remnant body will not be able to hold it, so I want to rush back as soon as possible. Rong'er is still waiting at home, always have to meet."

This is extremely unlucky, but Liang Shu's eyes are bright. Yes, if Liang Feng hurried home and bumped all the way, he might die directly. Coupled with leaving now, naturally, I won't know about the advancement of Yaji. The calculations that deliberately concealed this matter were also wiped out. It's not a good thing to kill two birds with one stone!

Pretending to hesitate for a while, Liang Shu sighed: "It's all my aunt's carelessness that made you seriously ill. That's fine, I'll send you out of the city. You must take care of your body after this long journey. In a few days, I will let Langer visit you again."

As long as people watch Liang Feng and bypass the Sushui Pavilion along the way, the affairs of Yaji will not be exposed. Liang Shu's abacus clinked, pretending to say.

"Thank you auntie." Liang Feng was not polite, thanking him.

After a few more polite words, seeing the sick Yangzi's staggering figure, Liang Shucai personally sent him out of the door, and sent two confidants to follow and send him out of the county.

Everything was arranged, and she was relieved looking at the bullock cart going far away. Now, things are foolproof.

The Liang family's bullock cart is not luxurious, it only has a soft couch on one side, and even the incense burner is not lit. However, what is placed on the small table at this moment is not tea and cakes, but a bronze mirror powder box. Lu Zhu looked at the man leaning on the couch and anxiously urged: "Lang Jun, it only takes a quarter of an hour to get out of the city. If you want to participate in the gathering, you must change your clothes. This white dress is too simple, I will get that one. How about a begonia-colored silk brocade robe with ice patterns?"

Men have to wipe powder and bring flowers and wear **** colorful clothes. What kind of world is this? Liang Feng restrained the urge to roll his eyes and calmed down: "You don't need Fu Fen, just trim your eyebrows simply, let the eyebrows rise slightly."

This dignified face is still a bit feminine, and a sword eyebrow can bring out some spirit.

Lu Zhu was stunned. Her family had always liked Fu Fen Hairpin. Why did she suddenly change her hobby? She asked blankly: "What about the robe..."

"Look for a dark outer robe, it's best if it has no pattern, and it's plain." Although Liang Feng is not familiar with the aesthetics at this time, "women want to be pretty three-point filial piety, men want to be pretty and soapy." The common sense is quite clear. He has become so ill and looks like a ghost, no matter how much he looks up, it is no use, it is better to focus on the key points.

Obviously, the princes of the Sima family were about to beat their heads into dog heads, and that Wang Zhongzheng still pretended to turn the banquet ceremony into a poetry club. What kind of Wei Jin style, what is outstanding. To put it bluntly, it's pretending to be forced. Even if he is not familiar with history, has he seen few pretending jokes for thousands of years? With this beautiful face that is never mixed with water, and if you don't pretend to be a special outfit, wouldn't it be a waste of Li family's guard?

Liang Feng raised his eyebrows, and said to the little maid who was still stupidly puzzled: "What are you still doing in a daze? Go find it."

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The bullock cart creaked out of the city gate and headed towards the official road. The two servants of the Li Mansion breathed a sigh of relief, and as long as they walked a few miles further, they would bypass the trail to Weishan. Then the task assigned by the mistress was completed, and they could go home and return to their lives. However, I just slackened a little bit, and suddenly there was a shock from the car: "Lang Jun, look! There are a lot of cars and horses parked over there!"

The Li family servant immediately raised his mind and hurriedly said: "Maybe it is a noble person who is traveling, we'd better avoid..."

"Which one?" Luzhu said nonchalantly, "How did I see several servants and maids? Ah, isn't that the frame of the Li Mansion?"

The servant immediately panicked and was trying to find an excuse to stall, a faint voice came from the car: "Since the third brother is also here, go around and say goodbye to him."

"Liang Langjun, this, this doesn't need..." The Li family servant's expression changed, and he wanted to say something.

When the bamboo curtain of the ox cart was lifted, the green bamboo had already poked out his head and said angrily: "Do you dare not listen to what my prince said? What are you! Aliang, go over there!"

After all, there is a difference between master and slave, plus the Liang family has three cars and a dozen people, even if the two slaves want to stop, they can't stop it at this moment. The ox cart turned around and steadily went down to the foot of Weishan Mountain. Said to be mountains, Weishan is actually not high, especially in places like Shangdang surrounded by mountains, it is even more unremarkable. Fortunately, there are trees and streams, which are also quiet and elegant. The Sushui Pavilion is built on the mountainside, winding more than a hundred steps, stretching upwards, making the small pavilion also have the meaning of a deep winding path.

At the foot of the mountain, many frames have been parked, most of them are light cars with simple frames, and a few are more luxurious, but only three or five slaves are standing by. Seeing a new bullock cart coming, a neatly dressed small official came over, stopped the car, and said politely: "Wang Zhong is holding an elegant gathering on the mountain, please come back another day."

His voice fell behind, and there was a strange silence in the bullock cart. When the little official was about to repeat it, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from the car: "August is ahead of schedule?"

Although the voice was not clear, it was deep and tactful, quite touching, not to mention the surprise and disappointment in the speaker's voice. The little official suddenly felt some pity in his heart. It wouldn't be a prince who didn't receive the news and was late? But with the task, he didn't dare to slack off, and said again: "The collection has already begun, please stay here."

This was seeing off the guests, but the bullock cart still didn't mean to turn around and walk away. On the contrary, the bamboo curtain was lifted, and a young maid came down from it, and placed the footstool briskly by the car. The little official just wanted to say something, but saw a bird's flow and blue cloud pattern stepping out of the car, and gently landing on the footstool.

"In Xiachen Junzhe Liangfeng, come to visit Zhongzheng. Please recommend me."

A word stuck in his throat, and the little official stared at the young man stepping out of the bullock cart, unable to speak anymore.