A few days later, Emperor Guangxi was going to the palace to escape the heat, and Song Wei was asked to accompany him.

The day before leaving was a rest day. Song Wei was bored at home, so he taught his son to recite the Three Character Classic.

The little guy sat on a stool, shaking his head and learning.

Wenwan learned something from Jin's mother and personally made sour plum soup to deliver it.

When I entered the door, I saw the father and son studying one by one, and I couldn't bear to disturb him. I walked to the side and sat down quietly, looked at the little guy's "masterpiece" on the table, and found that there were a few words written quite well.

Wen Wan's eyes fell on it, and the little guy's clumsy lifting of his pen appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips.

"Mom, I want to drink."

Wen Wan was in a daze, maybe the little guy's attention was no longer on the Three Character Classic. He stared at the sour plum soup on the table and said in a slight voice: "I'm thirsty in Jinbao."

Wenwan put the copybook he had practiced back to the desk, got up and brought two bowls of sour plum soup, one bowl for Song Wei and one bowl for Jinbao.

The little guy picked up the spoon and put it into his mouth one by one.

"Drink slowly." Wen Wan said to him, "Why did you drink it now if you didn't like sour people before?"

Jinbao ignored her and smacked her lips to continue drinking.

Afraid of drinking too much, Wen Wan only served him half a bowl. After the little guy finished drinking, Wen Wan wanted it, but Wen Wan refused to let it go, "I have finished today's portion, I want to drink it and wait for tomorrow."

Jinbao thought that his father was going to go far, so he stared at Song Wei, "I want to go with my father."

"Where to go?" Wen Wan asked.

Jinbao didn’t know where to go. Anyway, if you follow your father, there must be something delicious and fun.

Seeing that his son didn't say anything, Wen Wan raised her eyebrows, "If you can't answer, you won't be allowed to go."

After hearing this, Jinbao leaned on the desk with his head wilted.

Wen Wan patted his little head, "What's the fun of following your father? It's better to go and herd sheep."

"Grand sheep, and you want to grind sheep in the treasure." When the little guy heard this, he immediately became energetic, with round eyes shiny and shiny.

Wenwan pointed to the pen and paper that was wrinkled by him, "Hey, I've written the words. When your father left tomorrow, my mother will take you to the farm to herd sheep with your friends."

The energetic little guy immediately picked up his pen and wrote out a few simple words he pointed to.

After writing, Wenwan asked him to memorize the Three Character Classic again.

The little guy didn't do it, "My mother didn't let her carry it just now."

Seeing that he couldn't fool him, Wen Wan changed her words, "If you can recite all the things your father taught me just now, your mother will not only let you herd sheep, but also let you go down the river to catch fish, what if?"

The little guy turned his fingers and seemed to be calculating who was at a disadvantage.

After all the calculations, I still couldn't resist the temptation of catching fish. I opened my mouth and recited the three-character scripture that Song Wei taught him to recite.

Wen Wan was satisfied with the hearing and sipped the little guy's white and tender face.

She said, with such a genius father, how could his son be bad?

The speed of learning things in Bao is not slower than that in Yuanbao, but he is just lazy. If you don’t give any benefits to tempt him, the scatteredness he shows will make people look like a ill-established waste.

Soon, Dad Song, who had been dressed up, took Xiao Jinsun away.

Only Wen Wan and Song Wei were left in the study.

Song Wei was washing the brush, as if he was speaking casually, "I heard from Wei Qian that Hao Yun is dead."

Wen Wan's heart thumped, "How did you die?"

"It's a long story." Song Wei couldn't tell the emotion in his voice, "But in the final analysis, he died in the internal struggles of the Su family."

Wen Wan couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, the big family can eat people."

Song Wei sighed: "If this person's exquisite thoughts that he had dealt with me were used to study, he would not have failed to enter the top two."

"Take it down!" Wen Wan couldn't imagine that Hao Yun would become better. "He was abnormal from the beginning. Do you still remember what happened back then? After the list of the government exams came out, a candidate broke into fraud. All the candidates of your class required filing and re-examination, but they just re-examination. They were not that they had failed the exam, so he couldn't figure out who wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide. How good can you expect him to be? If we hadn't met us, we wouldn't have lived for so many years.

Although he was unaware of it when we saved him, he came to ask for advice before the college entrance examination, and you treated him as a friend and gave him all his money! He was fine, he took your hard work and took you as a mortal enemy, and tried every means to suppress you from then on.

Husband, why do you think there are such people? Just take other people’s things for yourself. After all, you have knowledge. Even if he steals them, you still have it in your mind. But no one he can deal with you, right? After all, he can be considered a mentor. What kind of man does this mean?"

After Song Wei washed his brush, he raised his eyes and saw his little wife complaining endlessly. He smiled softly, "Hao Yun's behavior can only represent him personally, not that everyone is like him."

"I hope!" Wen Wan sighed, "I hope we will not meet such people again from now on."

The couple was talking when the servant Huimo came in to report: "Master, Madam, Mrs. Lu asked for a meeting."

Master?

Song Wei quickly lowered his eyes and was surprised, "Please come in."

After Hui Mo left, Wen Wan asked him, "Why is my husband's master here?"

It seems that this is the first time Song Wei has come to see him for the first time.

Song Wei shook his head, "I don't know either, but I can bother him to go there personally, I think it's important."

After Song Wei finished speaking, he instructed her, "Wanwan goes back to her room first, I'll go see the master."

Wen Wan nodded and watched the man walk out of the study.

Song Wei went straight to the front hall. Old Marquis Lu had already sat down and was drinking tea now.

After giving a simple tribute, Song Wei smiled and said, "If you can let your master come to the door, it seems that our family has another priceless treasure."

Old Marquis Lu glanced at him, "To you, isn't your son not the priceless one?"

Song Wei smiled and did not deny it.

After he sat down, Old Marquis Lu got to the point, "My most of my life's hard work was ruined."

Song Wei did not know that Qiaojia Yizhuang was related to the master's collection, and he looked a little confused.

"You have noticed any movement when you go to the yamen these days?" asked him.

Song Wei thought for a while and said truthfully: "I heard from my colleagues that there was no reason why the Qiaojia Yizhuang in the south of the city exploded. In addition to human bones, there were also many broken porcelain pieces and bronzes on the scene. According to insiders, those things were antiques of the ages before they were destroyed and were of great value."

During the process of speaking, Song Wei probably guessed something, "So, those collections were originally from the master?"

According to him, his master has been collecting antique calligraphy and paintings for decades, and he has many good things in his hand. If he put them all in Qiaojia Yizhuang, then this explosion can be said to have dug up his heart.

Thinking of something, Song Wei chased after him and asked again: "Mr. Liu's three paintings are also in the charity village?"

Old Marquis Lu didn't say anything.

Song Wei Youyou glanced at his master's expression, "From what I know about you, other things may be genuine, but these three paintings are fake."

After all, it took decades of hard work to collect three pictures, so it is impossible to be cautious.

Seeing that the other party did not deny it, Song Wei said again: "It seems that when the master copied those paintings, he was ready to be blown up. So, is the empress dowager who ruined your decades of hard work?"

Mr. Lu was already familiar with this apprentice's meticulousness and wisdom. When he saw his apprentice, he easily inferred that, he only pondered for a moment, "I know she has been looking for it, so he deliberately revealed clues so that the people under her command could successfully discover the Zangzhen Pavilion."

"Take out decades of hard work to vent her anger, and the disciples are increasingly unable to understand the master's thoughts."

"She hates me." said Mr. Lu: "She has hated me since the day she entered the palace, and I have always known it."

"Then why didn't you explain it to her in person?"

Old Marquis Lu smiled, "If I could explain, why would I hide from her for decades?"

Song Wei did not ask any further.

Many times, others' forced decisions cannot be easily resolved by just a word of why.

If you have never experienced the helplessness of the other party, you should not blame him from God's perspective.

What's more, God stands so high that it may not care about everyone.

As a mortal, what you can see with your naked eyes is becoming more and more one-sided.

Perhaps in the eyes of the empress dowager, it was a very wrong for the master to be a heartless person, but in places she could not see, the master also had his own deep helplessness.

After calming down his thoughts, Song Wei asked calmly, "Then what is your purpose in coming to me today?"

Mr. Lu said: "Last time I asked you to help me find the last painting, have you found it?"

"No news." Song Wei shook his head.

He asked Wei Qian to help investigate, but finding something without any clues is like finding a needle in a haystack.

"I have news." Old Marquis Lu looked at him, "but it's not convenient for me to come forward. Whether I can get the last painting can only depend on you."

Song Wei did not refuse, "Where is that painting now?"
Chapter completed!