Yes, it's different, I will never go back.

Even if you can study, live as freely as others, and even enjoy wealth and glory again, your family will never be the same if you lose your home.

Xue Qing raised his head and said, "I was wrong, yes, it will never be the same."

Huang Ju lowered his head again without saying anything, looking at his toes.

Xue Qing said: "Real freedom is not where the body lies, but what the heart does. Doing what you want to do and doing what you want to do is true freedom. Then learn to kill from me."

Huang Ju raised his head and his eyes, which had always been indifferent, lit up like stars.

Xue Qing couldn't help but smile: "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Xue Qing, a native of Chang'an Mansion. I am fourteen years old this year."

What he called is where people were old, and why he even killed people at night, even though he was obviously a scholar. These had nothing to do with it. Huang Ju looked indifferent and didn't care.

Xue Qing said: "Zi'an, Zi'an."

The door was pushed open instantly. Guo Zi'an stepped in quickly. Liu Chunyang leaned out of the door and saw her looking over and retreating.

There was one more person on the chair and squatting on it. Guo Zian was not surprised... It seemed that the surprise of this life was used up on the stone by the river. Nothing could surprise him.

Xue Qing said: "He is Huang Ju. Take him to Uncle Qi and wash him and change into clean clothes... He has any injuries on his body to show him."

Guo Zian nodded and looked at Huang Ju. Huang Ju squatted on the chair without moving.

Xue Qing said: "It is not convenient for you to be with me now. They want to go back to Chang'an Mansion with me. They will take you to Chang'an Mansion and we will start again." He smiled slightly, "I keep my word."

Yes, he kept his word, Huang Ju jumped out of the chair, Guo Zi'an said, let's go first, Huang Ju followed, and the two walked out of the house and walked along the corridor under the cover of the night.

Xue Qing picked up the pen again and looked outside the door again. Liu Chunyang's clothes shrank back.

"Chunyang." She said.

Liu Chunyang's body was exposed and he nodded reluctantly.

"Have you written to your family?" Xue Qing said, not looking outside, just lowering his head and dipping ink.

Liu Chunyang said: "There is no time to write that... there is nothing to say."

Xue Qing said: "No, if you have time, write more, and if you don't have time, how can you say nothing? For example, what you ate today and meet someone, what is the exam like... People who think about you when you go out can't see you, will be worried and uneasy. Being able to receive a few words can also make them feel at ease..."

Liu Chunyang stood outside the door, leaning against the door halfway, looking at the night lights in the yard ahead, listening to the soft and gentle words behind him, it was really long-winded. He thought, but he didn't walk away, looking up at the night sky, fifteen had passed, and the moon was still bright.

The night is dark and the earth is turbid, and the night sky is a little clear.

The pavilions and towers under the moon seem to be real and hazy, with fine footsteps sounding, and there are corners of clothes flying, walking on the path, passing through the corridor, turning over the path, and in front of them is a corner gate. There is a moon lantern hanging on the gate. The door is half open, and there are two little maids sitting next to the rocks inside. Two lanterns are randomly inserted on the rocks, illuminating the two pretty figures. There are baskets in front of them, and peanuts and dates are piled up under their feet, chuckling while sorting.

“Fresh?”

The sound rang out, and the two maids who were talking and joking quickly raised their heads, saw a tall figure illuminating the lights, and quickly got up to salute.

"Young Master Liantang."

"It was just delivered by the farm. After dinner, the housekeeper took a handful of us for food."

They said with a smile.

Zhang Liantang bent over and picked up a date, and it was red and round in the palm of his hand, saying, "The autumn harvest is coming. What food do you eat today?"

A little maid was holding a handkerchief and rubbing the dates in Zhang Liantang's palm, while a little maid tilted her head and thought.

"I ate white rice, fried pork slices, green peppers, fish, pickled vegetables and tofu..."

Zhang Liantang smiled and muttered: "It still sounds tempting at home." He threw the dates into his mouth, and a crisp bite, and walked inward.

Three servants in a yard poked their butts and poked the cricket hole. Two maids were cooking tea in the corridor. When they saw Zhang Liantang coming in, they got up.

"Young Master Liantang, Young Master Qingzi's letter is here." A servant said, wiping his nose.

A smile on Zhang Liantang's face dissipated and said nothing, and walked in. The two maids followed him to serve.

The servants looked at each other.

"Hehe, the young master did not scold us for being naughty."

"That's because I'm smart... I said that Young Master Qingzi had a letter, and the Young Master didn't care about anything else."

The three of them tiptoed and continued to play.

The glass lamp was lit in the room, and Zhang Liantang, who had simply washed up and changed into cloth robe, sat in front of the desk, with a thick stack of letters on the desk.

"Young Master Liantang, this is delivered in the evening." The maid said with a smile.

Zhang Liantang reached out and took it, and opened it one by one. Different names were written on it, and the thickness of the letter paper was also different. The maid held the lamp and tilted her head to look at it and smiled.

"...Young Master Qingzi has written so much more..."

Zhang Liantang also smiled: "When he was at home, he didn't think he talked so much." He sorted out the letter and handed it to the maid, "This is for mother Xue...This is for Young Master Ziqian...This is for Master Guo...You send it now."

Now? The maid looked at the sky, it was midnight... and she was asleep. Can she disturb her like this? Why not send it to her tomorrow morning?

Zhang Liantang said: "It will not disturb their sleep when sent to you now, but you can have a good sleep."

The mother was worried when her son walked for thousands of miles. The maid smiled and said, "I will read the letter to Aunt Xue several times." She left with the letter.

Zhang Liantang called another maid and picked up three letters: "Tomorrow morning, Mr. Zhou from Liudao Quanshan Society, the magistrate..." He paused, "Master Li, please let the butler go and send it to him in person."

The maid took it over as soon as she answered. Zhang Liantang looked at the table again, and there was only one letter left in the thick letter.

"This should be seven days ago."

It has been more than a month since the person left Chang'an Mansion. The candidates were slow to go and needed to rest and drink. It took more than twenty days to go, but if the horse was fast, it would take ten days to arrive. The last time I wrote it was on the way, and this time the exam began. He reached out and picked up and opened it, and familiar words came into his eyes.

"...Brother Liantang, it's not good, the enemy has met."

It seemed as if the young man was sitting cross-legged in front of him, his brows were raised, his words were scary, but his expression was still calm... naughty.

Zhang Liantang raised his mouth slightly and looked at a letter pressing against the rocks beside the desk. The creases were obvious, and it was obvious that he often read them... This enemy was naturally the inn and the group mentioned in the letter.

"I can't suffer any loss." He said, "I have to make enemies, now you have something to do." He looked down at the letter, and the small characters on the letter were round and dense.

"...... They are from Xiliang... These people from Xiliang are still very powerful, and Li Ke actually got full marks..."

"...Of course I'm very awesome, we got full marks too..."

The autumn night is cold, the cannas sway outside the window, and the barking of dogs is faintly heard in the distance.

......

......

The night wind was already cold in July, and two lamps were lit in the originally quiet courtyard, which was fresh in an instant.

Nuannuan, who was wearing only a short shirt and skirt, ran over with a small bamboo basket in her hand, with fruits rolling inside, peaches and dates flashing under the lamp, and placed them on tiptoe on the table.

"Sister Vivi, eat the fruit, fresh," she said.

The maid sitting on the chair smiled and responded, reached out and took a hand and handed it to Nuannuan: "Nannuan also eat it."

Xue's mother came in with tea and said, "It's too late to go to bed."

Nuannuan was already sitting on the footstool: "No, I want to listen to the young master."

The maid stood up and said, "Madam, don't be busy." She took the tea herself and waited for Xue's mother to sit down before she sat down again.

Xue's mother said, "You're here so late, there's nothing to be entertained." She laughed again, "What's your name?"

The maid said, "Young Master Qingzi wants to win the top scorer, so of course my aunt wants to be a wife." As she unveiled the letter, "I'll read the letter to my wife."

Xue's mother said, put her hands on her knees and clenched them tightly, with a hint of joy and nervousness. She stared at the soft face of the little maid, thinking that Qingzi's skin was much better than this little maid's. Unfortunately, she had been covered with medicine powder for many years, and the crisp sound of the little maid fell on the plate in her ears.

"Mom, are you doing well recently? You have arrived at Huangsha Road. You have worn a pair of shoes. You have to help me make another pair. You also want this Su-like person. When I met the candidates from Suhang, I praised my shoes for their good looks..."

The little maid's voice was crisp and she was very nagging. It was all trivial matters, what she ate, what clothes she wore, whether the yellow sand road was cold or hot, whether the exam was difficult, how many examiners were there, what banquet she attended...

Xue’s mother and Nuannuan were so sensible that they seemed to have really taken the exam... Xue’s mother sat up straight when she shuddered, but it was not.

"She... is in good health?" she interrupted the maid and asked.

The little maid looked at the letter and said, "Oh, I wrote it, Young Master Qingzi said, she is in good health now..." What does it mean to be very good now? Will it be bad in the future? Bah bah bah bah bah.

Xue's mother sighed lightly and understood what Xue Qing meant.

"...Mom, don't worry, they are all here, we have also visited the places we are going to...I and everyone will act carefully."

The little maid recited these words a little strange, but the young master said that she was here to recite the faith and didn't need to think about anything else and just recite it.

"This is a letter from seven days ago." Xue's mother asked, "Have you finished the exam now?"

Nuannuan hurriedly counted her fingers. She would count within ten fingers. She was worried that the next letter would not be able to forget if there were too many days... The beggar grandpa only taught her these and didn't know where she went.

The little maid responded: "Madam, don't worry. There will be news in seven days at most, and the news from the government will be very fast. Young Master Qingzi will definitely win."

What she was worried about was not that she was hit or not, but Xue's mother rubbed her hands on her knees.

The little maid recited again: "...Mom must be worried about not being able to sleep. It's time to calculate that the matter should be over when you receive the letter, but I don't know the result. At this moment, I don't know. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Things may not succeed, but not success may not necessarily mean failure. As long as people are well, everything is possible."

The letter came to an abrupt end here, and was simply and neat, completely different from the previous nagging.

As long as the person is good, this is her promise. Xue's mother sighed lightly, hoping that God would have eyes and that her previous anxiety and tension would be relieved a little.

The maid did not put away the letter and said, "Madam, I will read it to you again."

Xue's mother nodded and smiled, leaned slightly to concentrate, Nuannuan leaned on the footstool with her hands on her chin and her eyes were not blinking.
To be continued...