Xu Zixian sighed softly, inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner in front of Xu Yingbin's portrait, and said softly: "Father, please rest assured, in this life, I will not only restore the family business of the Hou Mansion, but also bring the Hou of Nan'an to a higher level..."

The little sister may have heard it not far away, and she couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.

"Let's go, go to Changwen Hou's Mansion to Yaji..."

"Do you have any article?" the little girl asked with tears in her eyes.

"You have to prepare your poems before you can go to drink?" Xu Zixian smiled and said, "With our friendship with Changwen Hou's Mansion, we may not be able to drive us out with a meal?"

"That's true." The little girl burst into tears and smiled, then looked at Xu Zixian and said, "I think after you worship your ancestors, you seem to be a little different from what you just now."

"It's not good for girls to be too delicate!" Xu Zi ignored her little sister and deliberately rubbed her neatly buns on her little sister's neat buns for a few times, making her little girl jump in anger.

Xu Zixian did put some things in the ancestral temple, which was confusion about his identity, ashamed and panic. These negative emotions remained in his heart until the sacrifice was over, and they were truly completely let go.

In any case, he is now Xu Zixian, the prince of Nan'an. His efforts and achievements and future glory are all bright with those in the family temple. With this identity, as long as he moves forward and achieves more success, that is their glory. I believe that Xu Yingbin should be relieved in the underworld.

The brother and sister took a break, and Xu Zi first changed into the robe of a third-rank military officer and went to Changwen Hou Mansion with her younger sister.

Like most of the royal families, officials and gentry were gathered in the Sanguantang area, often in the warehouse, the academies, and the Confucian Temples were also nearby. Most of the people walking around were civil servants and gentry families. When Xu Zixian and his sister arrived, they were wearing martial robes and were of the third rank, and their rank was not a marquis, but they were also higher than ordinary princes of the marquis's house, which attracted many people's attention.

There was a sudden discussion, and many people remembered the fact that Xu Zixian was awarded the title of General Zhaowu in the third rank and was awarded the title of the fifth rank troupe to the actual position of the training envoy.

Amid the many discussions, Xu Zixian and his sister watched a handsome young man approaching him quickly, and bowed to them from afar.

"Ninth brother, little sister, it's been a long time since we met."

The one who came to welcome Chen Zhengzhi, the prince of Changwen Hou Mansion, was of equal status and was quite familiar.

Xu Zixian also bowed and returned the salute. After getting up, he smiled and said, "I met Brother Chen often when I was in Qizhou for the fifth year. I remember that my elder brother served in Qizhou as an essayist, and I admired him very much at that time. Unfortunately, I was not successful at that time, and I didn't know how to be ambitious, so I didn't ask my elder brother for advice every day..."

Chen Zhengzhi smiled and listened to Xu Zixian's greetings, and nodded frequently while listening. His smile remained the same, and he was really surprised. It was said that Nan'an Houzi was completely different. He didn't know much about it before, but today he felt the difference when he met.

If Xu Zixian had no goods in his stomach and had a dandy temper, how could he speak like this? Don’t underestimate the polite words in greetings. If there is anything in your stomach, you can’t say decent words when you greet. Some people always think that they are handsome, but they are polite when they greet. Can such people really have handsomeness? The conversation can scratch the itchy parts, which is not something that can be done by simply flattering. If you don’t say anything else, Xu Zixian’s words first pointed out that Changwen Hou and Nan'an Hou had a friendship with Chen Zhengzhi at the time, and also pointed out that he had been with Chen Zhengzhi for a while, but he was ignorant and did not establish a solid friendship with Chen Zhengzhi. Now he regrets this matter deeply. Of course, the subtext is to make friends with Chen Zhengzhi, but it is not very straightforward and just right.

After saying this, Chen Zhengzhi felt like he was bathed in spring breeze and smiled and said, "My Ninth Brother is so extraordinary now. My words make Brother Yu very happy... I hope to come and go there in the future. I will be happier for my brother."

The two of them answered each other and made a big gap closer. Chen Zhengzhi looked at the younger sister again and said with a smile: "My younger sister has grown a lot taller. I remember that she didn't have long hair when she was in Qizhou... Please follow me to the main hall quickly. My father was very happy to hear that the two were coming and rushed to the meeting."

"Okay," Xu Zixian said: "It should be worthy of paying homage to Mr. Chen."

Chen Zhengzhi smiled and said nothing, leading the two of them through the ritual gate, passed through the second gate, and went straight into the main hall.

Xu Zi had been to Changwen Hou Mansion many times in his previous life, but he was always depressed and dissatisfied with extreme depression and failure. He often left in the mansion with dissatisfaction and was regarded as a weird person.

This time I came in, many low-level civil servants and gentry along the way took the initiative to greet Xu Zixian. The prince of Nan'an has become a rising star. Isn't it easy to get a position of group training? How could it be possible to have no big men behind the scenes? The imperial court's set of political affairs halls that were trained in the military is worth tens of thousands of yuan, and there are also big men on the road to Fujian. A short royal family marquis is nothing from the perspective of civil servants, but the royal family marquis who have real power need to be treated solemnly.

Many people also remembered Xu Yingbin, the old Marquis of Nan'an, who was a Jinshi in the Middle School, and was the first to be the commander, then the deputy commander, Qizhou Defense Envoy. The next step might be to recruit the commander, and then the commander. If Qizhou was not defeated, Xu Yingbin would have been to take charge of the army, and it would not be impossible for Xu Yingbin to be in charge of the army.

Many people looked at Xu Zixian with strange eyes, feeling that this young man was more likely to succeed than his father back then, but some people shook their heads secretly. Nan'an Marquis Mansion really didn't look like the ancestral tomb smoke, and it was more likely that this young man would rise quickly like his father, but would also die soon.

There are also some civil servants who are in need of the ranks, saying hello, but they have no idea of ​​getting along with each other.

They could find out the news from the upper class and know that Xu Zi was behind King Qi, and King Zhao had always been rude to his cousin and was even embarrassed.

This may involve a power struggle and great power. Not to mention the cousin, even the son can only stand aside. Everyone was just a little surprised, why did Xu Zi not rely on King Zhao but instead rely on King Qi of the far-sect?

The water in this pond is too deep and too muddy. Of course, don't go to it if you can...

It was very lively all the way. The layout and architecture of Changwen Hou Mansion were mainly simple and elegant, with less fine carving and whitewashing. It was not like a civil servant's mansion, but rather like the homes of military generals.

Perhaps although the first generation of Changwenhou was a civil servant, he also started his career as a martial artist.

Xu Zi first followed Chen Zhengzhi and approached the grand and grand hall of the seven-bedroom hall along the simple road. He immediately heard bursts of laughter from the room. It seemed that there were many guests, and the face of Changwen Hou Mansion was extraordinary.

The doors were all open. Chen Zhengzhi personally led Xu Zixian and his sister in, and then went all the way to the warm pavilion on the left. Chen Dujing and several old men of the same age were talking on the official hat chair. As soon as Chen Zhengzhi arrived, Chen Dujing stood up. Looking at Xu Zixian who was walking calmly, Chen Dujing smiled and said, "I saw Ming Da last time that he was at the funeral of the former Nan'an Hou. In a flash, several years have passed and Ming Da has grown up."

There is some remembrance in this sentence, and there is also some remembrance of the old friends. Of course, it is more of a commendation to the younger generation.

Xu Zi first met with great courtesy respectfully and said, "I first met Mr. Chen first, but I was rude and I have never come to the mansion to pay my respects. However, Rong Zi first argued for himself. My father died and his son was distracted and he was unable to cheer up for a long time. Later, I was cheered up and was confused in the city. It was difficult to calm down. Therefore, I went to the other courtyard, fought to help, rode a horse and practiced arrows, and thought about sorting out the thieves from Qishan, which attracted the Qishan thieves in a fierce battle. I had a lot of experiences. I was busy with the group training a while ago, and I was busy with the group training. I didn't even know where to start... I would come to Mr. Chen's mansion to pay my respects in the future."

Before Chen Dujing could speak, an old man with a gloomy face spoke first: "What he said was interesting. He was afraid of the temptations of the city and often lived in other courtyards, but now he is not afraid? It can be seen that he is still empty talk. Young people always speak honestly and do not pretentiously."

Xu Zixian looked up at the old man and recognized that it was Xu Ruhe, the Marquis of Xinchang, whose courtesy name was Xiuling. He was a fine and gloomy figure. He had always had great ambitions and wanted to pass on the hereditary inheritance of the Xinchang Marquis Mansion. His son Xu Gongda also followed his father's ambitions and suppressed and attacked the rest of the royal family marquis, in order to gain high positions and real power in the city, so as to be recognized by the court in the future and be replaced by the Marquis of the Shihou.

Today, Xu Gongda hasn't popped up yet, so I'll show up first.

Xu Zixian sneered in his heart, but his face was very respectful... He knew in his heart that if Xu Gongda came forward, he would not say anything no matter how he mocked the big guys present. If he was disrespectful to Xu Ruhe, even if Xu Ruhe was rude first, as long as Xu Zi did too much, a hat of "disrespect for the elderly" would definitely be pressed on his head and would never be taken off again.

"Does the Marquis of Xinchang know that people will change?" Xu Zixian bowed and said, "I had hid in a different courtyard before, but I was still immature in my mind and could not be deceived. Now I can come back frequently, after tempering, and external objects cannot touch my heart easily. Of course, I can do whatever I want, go back and forth, go back and forth, go back and forth..."

"What a good person." Chen Dujing certainly knew Xu Ruhe's thoughts. Originally, Xu Gongda was praised very much and was also a famous clan in Fuzhou. Xu Zixian suddenly appeared and had already suppressed Xu Gongda's limelight. Now, except for those from the Zhao Prince's Mansion, which of the clan members dared to praise him that he was stronger than Xu Zixian?

He led dozens of Hou Mansion's tooth generals, defeated 200 Qishan thieves, and beheaded dozens of levels. Who can suppress this achievement?

Chen Dujing was a little annoyed that Xu Ruhe had snatched his words, and waited for Ruo to take over the leader, and immediately took back the conversation and said to Xu Zixian: "You have this state of mind and insight, it is worth vain that your father's painstaking efforts for you back then. To be honest, my friendship with your father can be called a close friend, and he has no idea how much he has worried about you behind your back! Now, you are not a prodigal son, but you are also motivated, which is gratifying. If you don't come, I will send someone to catch you. What's wrong with you? I must write a letter or tell you in person that if you don't agree, I will teach you a lesson for your father."

Chen Dujing said nothing, but the people present smiled and nodded. This was to treat Xu Zixian as his nephew of the Tong family. This was why he said this. The so-called fierce words but narrowed the distance between them. This is the current situation.

Xu Zixian cooperated very well, his eyes were slightly red, and he bowed and said, "Horse Chen..."

"Is it still called Chen Hou?" Chen Dujing glared and said, "Call me to say "Uncle can you lose money?"

"I'm not afraid of losing, I'm afraid my father will lose..." Xu Zixian smiled and said, "I remember my father said that he was born on the same day as you. After you reported the time, you changed your words later. I don't know whether it's true or not. It's hard to tell who is the big one... I remember that when you were in Qizhou, you and my father got drunk and argued about who is the big one and who is the younger one, and who is the brother..."

Everyone burst into laughter. This was really an interesting thing. People never thought that the solemn and serious Changwenhou had such a ridiculous time.

There was a crisp and pleasant female voice in the laughter. Xu Zi listened first, but he didn't know which one was Chen Wenjun's? His previous life and present life, the woman he once liked the most seems to be a little indifferent now. Xiu Niang is very good, giving him an incomparable tenderness, which is also an experience that he has never had in his previous life this year.

But Chen Wenjun is still determined to win, hoping that today's opening will give her a good impression.

"Call your uncle." Chen Dujing's face turned slightly red at first, then sighed and said, "I'll tell you how many years your father will be proud of. When I meet him in the future, I will explain it clearly."

"Yes, uncle." Xu Zixian bowed and bowed, knowing in his heart that he had passed the test. At least when Changwen Hou Mansion considered Chen Wenjun's marriage, he would no longer only consider Xu Ziwen, and Xu Zixian was not included in the list of considerations.

Chen Dujing pulled his younger sister over at this time, took a closer look, and then mentioned the past when he was in Qizhou. The corners of his younger sister's eyes were slightly red. Xu Zixian was not very competitive back then, and Xu Yingbin was too lazy to take him out for social events. In fact, when Xu Yingbin and Chen Dujing were drinking, the younger sister spent the most time by the side.

"What article can Mingda do recently?"

There are all old people in their fifties and sixties in the warm cabinet, but outside it is the world of the younger generation.

Seeing that Xu Zixian and Changwenhou had finished their greetings, Chen Jingfu came over in a fake manner, and his eyes flashed with light, "I am surprised when the back is out. I have never seen any decent text written by Mingda before... I haven't seen any new article recently. Is it exhausted?"

Xu Zixian frowned, feeling helpless.

By the way, he was unwilling to make enemies with these dandy playboys, so there was no need for him to do anything. His career was in the villa and his space was vast, so there was no reason to compete with these dandy playboys in the palace.

But it is impossible not to fight for this matter... Although the playboy is not successful, there must be more bad things.

If you don't take this place tonight, Chen Jingfu will spread it everywhere tomorrow, and you won't dare to say a word that Xu Zixian was questioned by him. Then the benefits of writing a memoir will be at least corrupted in Fuzhou, and all your efforts will be wasted.

What happened in front of me can only be asked to sigh... It's a pity that he was hurt by these playboys in his previous life. He struggled hard in this small circle and finally got a knife on the side of the river. Why did it come? It's like building a temple in a snail shell. The pattern is too small and it's not worth it...

However, Chen Jingfu was so angry that he was shivering by Xu Zixian's eyes, and then he became angry.

Xu Zixian no longer cared about these small scenes, but it did not mean that Xu Gongda, Chen Jingzhong and others could just forget it. Xu Zixian was originally an outsider in this small circle, and was despised, ridiculed and ridiculed by them. Most of the time, Xu Zixian had to leave with anger, without any help.

Just a few months later? Xu Zixian had reached the point where he could easily joke with Chang Wenhou, and they could only stay in the outer hall. The gap alone could not be made up for a few years. Xu Zixian looked at him with the look of being tall and down, which made Chen Jingzhong crazy.

"How?" Chen Jingfu's sarcasm became more obvious. He said aggressively: "Is it possible that Mingda really can't write? That's why he wasted his previous reputation?"

"I wonder what good poems and articles Brother Jingning has written recently?" Xu Zixian asked with a smile: "If there is one, how about taking it out and enjoy it?"

"I'm in a bad mood recently..." Chen Jingfu said in a remarkable manner: "You must be calm when doing writing, otherwise it will be a waste of talent. Brother Mingda, in a quiet place like a different courtyard, is he still uneasy?"

"It's better not to be talented," Xu Zixian said with a smile: "One pound of lamp oil is exchanged for two pounds of rice. Brother Jingning saves lamp oil and paper ink like this, and it won't be considered as a loss of merit..."

At this moment, everyone in the hall couldn't help laughing. Chen Jingfu was also a famous idiot. Like his brother Chen Jingzhong, neither of the brothers from the Marquis of Jingyuan's mansion had a good reputation. His father, Chen Man, was sitting in the room. He was so restless when he heard Xu Zixian's words, his old face turned red.

Xu Ziwen was sitting peacefully in the outer hall, and there were a bunch of people around him serving and currying around him. At this time, he was speechless. Xu Ziwen said lightly: "Mingda is getting more and more good at speaking. You must know that you should avoid this when doing things. Without peace, how can you achieve the future?"

He acted as a brother to admonish Xu Zixian, but Xu Zixian was not angry but happy... If it were before, how could he have fallen into Xu Ziwen's eyes? Although he was a cousin, the difference between the two sides was too far.

Not only family background, wealth, power, but also appearance, conversation, reputation, and fame.

Xu Ziwen first crushed Xu Zi in all aspects, and after Xu Zi was reborn, nothing else was fine. It has become an obsession in his heart to overwhelm the person in front of him.

Sitting beside Xu Ziwen was Wei Yi... Xu Xingwei had already left the teaching staff at the Beijing Military Academy and had not even been in Fuzhou for the Mid-Autumn Festival. He should be still on the journey. He wanted to visit the guests and miss his hometown friends.

Xu Zi nodded to Wei Yi, who looked unhappy, and then smiled at Xu Zixian: "What the sixth brother blames is that the right prime minister, the old prime minister, and I have the responsibility of a regiment training. Our royal family must not deviate from martial arts. Protecting the country is the most important thing. This is the sacred edict of Emperor Taizu, the sixth brother has not forgotten it, right?"

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