Doing nothing will lead to doing something great

Chang'an has become lively in the evening.

Chongrenfang is as quiet as ever. After all, most of the officials live here. Among the red bricks and green tiles, a loud shout may shock some nobleman, and he will not be able to eat or carry a bag.

The little boy put on a black robe, and the smell came from the kitchen. He hesitated a little, and his stomach growled. But tonight, Wenquxing had changed, and Grandpa didn't want to say anything. He didn't bother to ask, so he could only ask himself

He went out to take a look. He knew that Chai Xintong had a close relationship with that Marquis of Zhongyi, so he wanted to visit the Marquis of Zhongyi's mansion.

The Marquis of Zhongyi lived in Buzhengfang, just like the Prince of Jin. Chongrenfang and Buzhengfang were separated by an imperial city. If he wanted to go to the Marquis of Zhongyi, he had to go through many cities and circles before he could get there.

But after a while, night fell, and only a few markets such as Pingkangfang were busy, while the rest of the markets were quiet.

This is a bit difficult and dangerous for a child in kindergarten.

Although there are guards patrolling every city at night, Chang'an is so big that it only takes a few hours to go around a small circle. If you encounter some evil-minded people, it only takes a few breaths to catch a kindergarten-age child.

Yuan Xingchen thought for a while and gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know the specific location of Zhongyi Marquis, he could always find out if he asked later.

He glanced at the kitchen and heard the sound of iron pots and spatulas clinking together.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, looking a bit old-fashioned, and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute and go after dinner."

Yuan Xingchen turned around and stared at Yuan Tian.

"There is something strange in Wenquxing. You must have noticed it when the young gentleman went with you, but you didn't say a word when you came back!"

"Some things are not simple."

Yuan Xingchen snorted coldly. At this time, the aunt in the kitchen and the housekeeper had already served the dishes, steaming hot, and the aroma penetrated directly into his nose.

Looking at Yuan Xingchen who stood stubbornly, Yuan Tian said lightly: "Eat first, I also want to ask you for a favor!"

"No help!"

Yuan Xingchen said coldly.

Yuan Tian was not angry and narrowed his eyes.

"With the same virtue as your father, people who practice that thing will have the same temper and the same stinking!"

Yuan Xingchen said nothing, looked at his grandfather, turned around and faced the door.

He had only taken two steps when he heard a voice behind him: "If I can ask you for help, it's about Wen Quxing!" Yuan Xingchen ignored his grandfather and reached out to close the door.

"The great road is fifty, escape one of them, the number of seven or seven in Tianyan. This number of seven or seven contains destiny and numerology. You can't escape what you are destined to have, but this destiny and numerology are all intangible. Let's be clear.

It is fate and destiny, these

Nothing has to be changed! The directions of the Eight Trigrams and the stars are fixed. They change during observation and calculation, but the results remain unchanged. But there is only one of them, which is useless and useful, and it is even more illusory. It is numerology and fixed numbers.

The only variable in .”

Yuan Xingchen stopped. This is the most basic knowledge that both the stargazers and the calculations know.

"This is the great road of fifty, always leaving a glimmer of hope."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Yuan Xingchen asked, his face always had a maturity and calmness that did not match his age.

An abnormal flush appeared on Yuan Tian's face, he covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Yuan Xingchen's stomach growled at an inappropriate time. With a gloomy face, he walked back to the hall, found a stool, jumped on it and sat down. He quietly picked up the bowls and chopsticks that had been prepared and ate with his head buried in big mouths.

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Yuan Tian smiled and started eating.

Yuan Xingchen finished the meal, then sat quietly, waiting for his grandfather.

Yuan Tian put down his bowl and chopsticks, knowing what his grandson was waiting for.

"Please help me go and have a word with Marquis Zhongyi. A young eunuch seems to have touched Mr. Chai Xiao, and no one else has touched Mr. Chai Xiao since then."

Yuan Xingchen's face was solemn and he asked slowly: "Is this one?"

Yuan Tian did not answer and kept coughing.

Yuan Xingchen ignored Yuan Tian, ​​jumped off the stool and faced the door.

The moment he took the first step, he said calmly: "As you get older, stop using things that require vitality and live a good life for a few more days."

After saying that, the little figure walked out of the door without stopping.

Yuan Tian kept coughing, but his face was full of smiles, as happy as a child.

When the housekeeper Fu Bo saw his old man so happy, he asked, "Sir, why are you so happy?"

Yuan Tian pointed at Yuan Xingchen's back and said, "Uncle Fu, was that brat just caring about me?"

Fu Bo nodded.

"This brat cares about me for the first time since his father died. Do you think it's worth being happy?"

Uncle Fu didn't want to spoil the master's happiness, so he nodded and said, "It's worth it."

Turning around, he sighed secretly.

…

Yuan Xingchen is a little timid. He rarely talks to people, and he never asks for directions. For him, asking a question to passers-by requires great courage.

Every time he walked in front of a stranger, the question "How to get to the Zhongyi Marquis Mansion?" would be stuck in his throat, his heart would be raised and beating hard, and he would be unable to say anything.

Several passers-by saw his appearance and knew that he needed help, but the child in black robe said nothing. They could only scratch their heads, unable to help.

The noodle seller saw this strange little boy. She walked up to Yuan Xingchen and squatted down. Yuan Xingchen took half a step back.

"Kid, don't be afraid, can't you find the way back?" The aunt's voice was extremely soft, with a hint of kindness.

Yuan Xingchen kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, as if he had received an amnesty.

The aunt looked at the silent child and asked, "Where is your home?"

Yuan Xingchen mustered up his courage.

"Zhongyi...Zhongyihou..." He hesitated, and he could only say these three words because he was very nervous.

"Is this the Zhongyihou Mansion?"

Yuan Xingchen nodded again.

"Then I can't help you. I only heard that the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyi is in Buzhengfang, but that's where the dignitaries and princes live, and I've never been there." She spread her arms helplessly.

hands.

Yuan Xingchen was also a little disappointed. He didn't know how much courage it took to talk so much to strangers, but it turned out to be useless.

"However, I know how to get to Buzhengfang. I have never been in it. You should be able to find it when you get to Buzhengfang, right?"

There was a glimmer of hope in Yuan Xingchen's eyes, which were sparkling and a little cute.

The aunt showed him the way, and Yuan Xingchen quickly remembered it in his heart. He wanted to say thank you to the aunt, but he couldn't say it because the "thank you" stuck in his mouth.

"Shy little boy." The aunt smiled, and the urging sounds of the diners came from behind. The aunt responded and said: "I know, go quickly!" Then turned around and returned to the noodle stall.

Yuan Xingchen glanced at the aunt gratefully and walked in the direction she pointed.

The crowds on the road gradually became sparse, and soon he saw the tall archway. Under the archway were two big lions, glaring like bells, baring their teeth, and raising their manes, making them look majestic.

Yuan Xingchen didn't notice the two dead objects and looked at the three large gold characters on the archway.

"Buzhengfang."

Bu Zheng Fang became even quieter. Occasionally, the sound of wind passed by my ears, and a few birds opened their eyes, looked sleepy, spread their wings, and moved to another place to rest.

Yuan Xingchen was walking around alone in the huge Buzhengfang, but couldn't see anyone. He sighed and could only look at the sky.

A burst of bright golden light emitted from his eyes.

Generally speaking, whether it is calculation or stargazing, purple energy is the most orthodox. If this golden light is seen by others, it will be labeled as a heretic. His father was like this, and he did not die well in the end.

Under the eyes blessed by the bright golden light, the sky shrinks infinitely, as if it has become a map.

He took his sights on the Yinghuo Star, raised his head, and the pace of his feet became extremely regular.

In his field of vision, when he coincided with the Yinghuo Star, he withdrew his eyes that were shining with golden light, lowered his head, rubbed the neck that he had been raising, and turned twice, feeling a little depressed.

However, when he saw the three or four characters "Loyalty and Justice" in front of him, he breathed out a sigh of relief and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Xingchen stood on tiptoes, but still couldn't reach the door knocker. He could only turn his head and look at the road. The bluestone road was extremely clean, and the moonlight shone on it, making it look even more deserted.

There were no stones on the road. He looked at the small woods on both sides. It was pitch black. Yuan Xingchen gritted his teeth and got in anyway.

When he got inside, he couldn't see anything at all. Yuan Xingchen could only fumble, squat down, and slowly fumble forward. Finally, he touched a stone that was a little high. He tried it, but he couldn't hold it, so he could only turn it around.

In one direction, he looked at the bluestone road illuminated by the moonlight and rolled in that direction.

He is weak and has lived in the Yuan Mansion since he was a child. He has never been out of Chang'an, and it takes a lot of effort to climb up to the house to watch the stars.

There were scratches all over his upper face.

I don't know how long it took, but there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He was breathing heavily and finally pushed out the stepping stone.
To be continued...