Standing in the study room of the National Master's Mansion, Gongsun Linglong looked at the neatly tidy desk and sighed silently.

There are many books here, and when you look around the bookshelf, those books are spotless.

Near the door, there is a clothes hanger. The wooden drag of the clothes hanger is very round, and it is slightly reflected in broad daylight.

Gongsun Linglong looked around here and looked down at the case. The pen and ink still had very new traces, and it seemed that people were using it every day.

She guessed that it should be the old man outside the door.

"Mr. Lu Yan, a student, the famous Gongsun family, Linglong, will become the seventh generation of famous masters, reviving the decline of famous masters, and living up to the beautiful talks of Mr. Taiyishan and his father in exchange for books."

She stood in front of this desk and bowed and said, "The heaven and earth are the things that are produced by them. Things are nothing but nothing. It is actually a name. It is actually a name.

Mr.’s life in this world aims to teach people to actively explore the objective existence of the world, the emergence of the world, the essence of the world, and how people correctly understand the objective world.

The name of a famous scholar is appropriate, tested, and people's understanding of objective existence. Students are willing to be a real famous scholar and a loyal teacher for their own will, and never regret it after death."

Outside the study, Hui Liangyi's deep eye sockets flashed with a glimmer of light.

The situation of famous families is almost in name only. Gongsun’s family has produced such a junior, which is amazing.

Gongsun Linglong stepped out of the room and saluted Hui Liangyi, "Old sir, Linglong has been bothering you for a long time. I have already made my wish. I dare not bother you anymore, so I say goodbye."

"Are there any famous masters? "

She had just taken one step and heard Hui Liangyi's hoarse and low voice.

"Didn't the old man recognize a famous master in the past few decades?"

"I just heard some from the adults. The girl is so bold. If the adults are told to see him, he will definitely be relieved."

"Mr. Lu Yan..."

Gongsun Linglong didn't say anything else and took a step to leave the National Master's Mansion.

Hui Liangyi walked into Lu Yan's study room, almost closed his eyes, and familiarly turned out a stack of books on the innermost bookshelf - "Hui Zi", and Lu Yan's reading notes.

"The little girl from the Gongsun family, I'm waiting to see how you become a famous contemporary master."

He was the sixth generation disciple of the famous scholar. In his generation, Gongsun Longzi died, and the famous scholars were in chaos, and since then they lost their famous scholars. The famous scholars' theory became shallow verbal and fell behind from the ranks of various schools of thought.

Hui Liangyi sat down on the ground in the study room and opened Lu Yan's reading notes.

...

Xianyang City, Zilan Xuan.

Zi Lanxuan’s business has been very bad recently because everyone knows that Mrs. Nong Yu, the widow of the National Master, has returned here.

As a result, this place of love and joy, which was usually in love, lost guests immediately.

Hu Hui had no complaints about this situation. After all, she was her niece. She was willing to come back, but she was not unwilling to be an aunt. However, Lu Yan's death made him completely unable to understand the whole thing.

Unlike her sister Hu Quan, Hu Hui had a little understanding of some calculating subjects. She could see that Lu Yan's sudden death revealed unreasonableness everywhere.

"Nongyu, tell the truth to my aunt, is Mr. Lu Yan still alive?"

In a room, Hu Hui held Nong Yu's hand, approached her, and asked in a low voice.

"Auntie, husband, he is indeed dead."

"Oh, you are going to be anxious to death." Hu Hui grabbed Nongyu's hands and stared at her eyes, "You think your aunt doesn't understand you, Mr. Lu Yan is really dead, can you live alone?"

Lan Yu's eyebrows and eyes moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Tsk, hey! Then I'll ask you where Master Kuang Xiu went and didn't come back for two months.

Guzhu

That time Luowang rushed in and caught people with murderous aura, but you came forward to block them back.

You suddenly came back without saying a word, and it must have been arranged here.

Mr. Lu Yan must not have died, but just disappeared. Tell my aunt where Kuang Xiu is."

Nong Yu was still surprised by her aunt's keenness, but after listening to a few more words, her eyes became more and more strange.

It was Hu Hui who was holding Nong Yu's hand, but now it turned into Nong Yu's hand, and his starry eyes were full of suspicion, "Auntie, you, Master?"

"Hmm? I, Master Kuang Xiu, what's wrong?" Hu Hui's charming fox eyes blinked twice unnaturally.

"Ha!" Nong Yu let go of his hand and smiled.

No, this one is his master, the other is his aunt, this...

Hu Hui shook Nong Yu's hand away, stamped her feet and stood up quickly, her eyes drifting, and she quickly calmed down.

She breathed a sigh of relief and still sat down beside Nong Yu, "The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, nothing else. Let's talk about Mr. Lu Yan first."

Nongyu covered her mouth and smiled with her eyes curled, "Husband is not dead, don't worry. Okay, aunt, tell me about your situation and your master."

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"No, since Mr. Lu Yan is not dead, what is the performance? Now everyone in the world knows that Lu Yan is dead, you are a widow. What big thing he has done, leaving you alone."

Hu Hui was very anxious. At the beginning, she thought Lu Yan was a reliable man and would definitely wait for Yu to be nice. But now, she is so good that she can't understand at all.

"Okay~" Nong Yu reached out and held her down, smiled, "I know where my husband has gone and what he is doing, and I even shoulder the heavy responsibility he has told me. Don't be too careful. I still want to know, auntie, what you and your master."

"What's there to say?" Hu Hui frowned and gently turned her face away.

silence.

She suddenly slapped the table and said hatefully: "Are these men playing the piano all dead wood? I am a great beauty, the hostess of Zi Lanxuan, often ask about my well-being and brewing wine in person. Do you still want me to say it yourself? Humph~"

The willow eyebrows were covered with fury, the eyes were so charming and shameful, and the cheeks were flushed.

Nong Yu turned sideways slightly, looking at her aunt in her forties with her eyes squinted, and now she acts like a young girl in her childhood.

But all the men who play the piano?

"Auntie, what do you mean by the man who plays the piano? One is the master and the other is Gao Jianli."

"Gao Jianli~ That's right, it's that Gao Jianli. That's not a dead wood, he's just a dead ice cube."

Hu Hui said, picking up the tea next to her and drinking it clean.

"Well... in short~" She pursed her lips, stretched her eyebrows, and her tone returned to the same as before, as gentle as water. "Master Kuang Xiu, when will he come back?"

Nong Yu sighed and met her eyes, "Auntie, do you know what does it mean to choose to stay in one place like Master, who is like a master who is leaning on the world and expressing love to Canglang, and choose to stay in one place for a long time."

“…you said…haha~”

Hu Hui's eyes flashed and she lay on the desk with a smile.

Nongyu doesn’t know how to describe her mood at this moment, helplessness and relief? Anyway, she feels weird.

Suddenly, her expression changed.

There is someone outside the door!

"Hu~" the door of the compartment opened.

Kuang Xiu took a deep breath in place and took a step forward, "Miss Hui, I'm back."
Chapter completed!