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It was getting dark and the room was quite dark.
The spacious study room is not connected by complicated curtains. The desk, shelf and other items are all made of hard rosewood. The color is deep and thick. As far as the eye can see, the simple and elegant room here reveals the majesty of the owner.
On the candlestick shelf in the corner, there were dozens of candles, high and low, but not all of them were lit. Only the top one was lit.
Not far in front of the candlestick shelf, it is the center of the study room. There is a dark purple and black tall bookcase, which is where the owner of the room sits every day.
On the high chair behind the desk, a young man is sitting. He is tall and slender, sitting casually on the large chair. His aura easily overwhelms the quiet ancient chair desk.
A lamp is like a bean, and the orange flame is beating. The light it brings is not strong, making the study very dark.
The man was sitting quietly and meditating. The dim candlelight shone on his face from one side. One side of his face was visible, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.
He has deep facial features, a wide forehead and high beams, thick black eyebrows at the temples, and a strong jaw line. Although he is not the white-faced handsome man sought after by people at the time, he is still quite handsome.
After pondering for a while, the man stood up, walked to the candlestick, and placed the narrow piece of paper in his hand on it.
The piece of paper ignited, and the man let go. After watching it burn to ashes, he raised his head and said, "Get ready and set off this morning."
His voice was deep, not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet study. As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure flashed out from behind the Bogu stand nearby. The figure clasped his fists, bowed and replied neatly, "Yes, Lord Marquis."
After saying that, the black figure exited the study, closed the door, and went to make arrangements.
The study door closed with a slight "pop" sound, and there was only one person left in the room. The young man stood for a moment, then walked slowly back to the large desk. He raised his hand and slowly touched the edge of the desk in front of him. There was a scratch there. It was so shallow that it could not be seen in the dim candlelight.
His big hand rubbed the edge of the smooth and cold wooden desk. As expected, there was a slight bump under his fingertips, and he found the scratches in his memory.
This was a drawing he made when he was young. At that time, the owner of this big study was his father, and he was his father's beloved son. He entered the study to play naughtily. At that time, he was not as tall as the desk, so he raised his arm and scratched it with a knife.
The knife was an ancestral item and was extremely sharp. He secretly entered his father's room and took it out to play with, wanting to test whether the knife worked well, so he playfully scratched a mark on the small-leaf red sandalwood desk that was an ancestral item at the same time.
This bookcase was handed down from the first generation owner of the Xuanping Hou Mansion. Every head of the family cherished it and did not dare to damage it easily. When his father found out, he didn't scold him for it. He only confiscated the knife and told him not to play with it. Then he held the little boy in his arms, sat on the Taishi chair behind the desk, and told him in detail the glory of the Xuanping Hou Mansion. The past.
As a young boy, he was fascinated by the words and longed for his ancestors in his heart.
The young man raised his head and looked around the big study. The laughter seemed to still be in his ears, but his loving father had passed away long ago. Only everything in the big study was still with him.
All the furniture is made of the finest small-leaf red sandalwood. After years of precipitation and polishing, they have a rich and majestic ancient charm.
Rosewood furniture is not uncommon for noble families in Beijing. Every family has more or less, but such a complete set with a long history is very rare.
This set of furniture bears witness to the glorious past of the Xuanping Hou Mansion and has accompanied each owner through the cold and heat.
"It's a pity that his grandfather passed away due to an accident in his prime. His father was weak since he was young and could not bear the fatigue. After inheriting the title, he had to work hard and passed away early. After that, it has been six or seven years since he inherited the title as a young man.
In these short twenty or thirty years, the Xuanping Hou Mansion has been in decline. If the head of the family of his generation continues to do nothing, I am afraid that the decline of the Hou Mansion has been determined and it will be difficult to rise up in the future. In addition, the current situation in the dynasty is changing, and it is difficult to seize the heir apparent. The dispute is getting more and more intense. If the Xuanping Hou Mansion, which has no support, does not take sides, it will be quickly wiped out by the storm.
The young man's jaw tightened, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. When his father fell ill in bed, he discussed with his father and decided to choose a good master among the princes, hoping to ensure the safety of the Xuanping Hou Mansion.
Although his father was weak in health, he was wise and understood the future situation early. He agreed with his decision at the beginning of the party struggle and let him go ahead. Now, he is the confidant of the third prince.
His talents are not as good as those of his father and grandfather, so he only hopes to lead the Xuanping Marquis Mansion through the rapids and undercurrents and preserve the glory of his ancestors.
The man flicked his sleeves and walked towards the study door. He walked firmly and without hesitation, just as he thought in his heart.
The young man moves swiftly, got on his horse, the sun was rising, and the morning light shone on his handsome face with strong lines, making him feel more determined, just like his eyes.
"Master Hou, you are the head of the family, how can you" take such a risk.
The person who spoke was the old housekeeper who trotted over. He knew a lot about the affairs in the house. At this moment, he raised his head with a worried look on his face and said to the master on the horse.
"Uncle Dong, this matter cannot be left in the hands of outsiders." The young man lowered his head and said. This old housekeeper was the confidant of his father who died young and had been loyal all his life. He valued him quite a bit and was willing to explain something.
This trip was extremely important to the Third Prince and his party. The matter was urgent, and the Third Prince sent a message overnight. Although he knew the danger, he still decided to go in person after some thought.
¡°Anyway, he is in the period of filial piety and should have lived in seclusion, which is suitable for him to hide his eyes from others and act secretly.
My grandmother was wise, and before she passed away, she left a special last word, asking her to take action in emergencies. Everything was to revitalize and preserve the Marquis Mansion, and to keep her filial piety, as long as she cared for her.
"Alas," the old housekeeper sighed secretly. He had just guessed this, so he didn't dare to persuade him. Otherwise, he would have tried to prevent his master from putting himself in danger, "Master Marquis, please take care of everyone in the house." ."
The old housekeeper stepped back helplessly.
The young man was the master of the Xuanping Hou Mansion, his surname was Qin Liyuan. He nodded to the old housekeeper, raised his arm and wiped it on his face. When he lowered his hand, the man on the horse had become an ordinary-looking man.
There was a sudden sound of horses whipping, and the sound of horses' hooves hitting the bluestone floor was clear and loud, like a rushing wind. A group of ten riders disappeared deep into the back alley in the blink of an eye, without a trace.
The city gate had already been opened, and Qin Liyuan took the lead, leading everyone to rush out of the south gate of the capital.
The sound of horse hooves was rapid, and a group of young and strong men straddled the fat horses and quickly crossed the official road in front of the city gate, raising yellow dust on the ground.
"Qian'er, the capital is just ahead. When we get inside, we can't do this again." Han turned around and saw her daughter lifting up the curtains of the carriage and peeking out. She couldn't help but say.
The rules of the Marquis Mansion are strict, but unlike a small household in the family, it is okay to go overboard. Mrs. Han was afraid that her daughter would not take it to heart, so she had given her instructions many times along the way. However, her daughter was also very well-behaved, but it was just the long journey and the huge difference in customs between the capital and Jiangnan that made her a little curious.
Mrs. Han is quite confident in her daughter¡¯s upbringing, so her face does not change even after she talks about it.
The horse team just passed by the car, raising dust. Zhou Wenqian frowned, glanced out the window again, and gently lowered the car curtain.
The capital city is prosperous and wealthy. Zhou Wenqian thought of the dozen or so fat and strong horses that just ran by, and then thought of her one-man carriage, her eyes drooped slightly.
The people in the convoy were all dressed in the same uniform. It was obvious that they were from the same family, but there was no conspicuous sign. They were probably from an ordinary family. They had a dozen good horses at once. The wealth of the capital was indeed well-deserved.
Horses, ironware and other items are important strategic materials. This dynasty has strict regulations. Wealthy people without official titles can buy horses, but it takes a lot of effort to purchase a complete set of tall and strong horses with the same coat color and body shape.
"At the very least, before Zhou Wenqian's father passed away, the Zhou family, which was deteriorating, would have difficulty purchasing all of them.
She thought of the towering city wall she had just seen, and longed for it. It would be great if she could stay in the capital this time.
Mrs. Han on the side saw her daughter deep in thought and in a daze. She couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Qian'er, are you feeling unwell?"
The journey was long, and the Han family traveled for more than two months. The journey by water and by land was a bit too much for her, not to mention her weak daughter.
Zhou Wenqian came back to her senses after hearing this, looked at her mother and shook her head, "Mom, I'm fine."
This is the truth. Zhou Wenqian looks weak, but in fact she is in good health. Although she is tired along the way, she is not feeling unwell. She turned her head and glanced at the corner of the carriage. There was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, sitting quietly in the corner with his head lowered.
"Is my brother feeling unwell?" Zhou Wenqian asked softly.
The boy raised his head and was about to answer when Han's voice came to his mind first, "He's just a slave, how can he be so valuable?"
The boy was a bastard adopted by the Han family. When Zhou's father was alive, Han's mother and daughter treated him well, but after Zhou's father passed away, his life plummeted.
However, the boy's life was pretty good. After all, Mrs. Han cared about her childlessness and kept this peaceful bastard. There was another concubine and her daughter that the Han family was jealous of, but as soon as they left home, the Han family found the black man Yazi with whom they had contact and sold the concubine and her daughter.
Mrs. Han feels deep pain in her heart for her own flesh and blood, but the evil legacy left by her other husbands is nothing but hatred.
Zhou Wenqian was used to caring about boys when she was at home. After listening to her mother's words, she suddenly realized that her father was dead, thousands of miles away from home. So, without waiting for the boy to answer, she turned her head and looked away.
The boy lowered his eyelids with a dull expression, lowered his head silently, and continued to sit in the corner of the carriage in silence. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)She was used to caring about boys, and after listening to her mother's words, she suddenly realized that her father was dead, thousands of miles away from home. So, without waiting for the boy to answer, she turned her head and looked away.
The boy lowered his eyelids with a dull expression, lowered his head silently, and continued to sit in the corner of the carriage in silence. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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