The new emperor ascended the throne, and the court was prosperous.
Mr. Shen Er was still the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, the second rank, and Shen Jianjun also entered the Hanlin Academy to compile books. Song Qianru had enough of official addiction and directly resigned from his official position to go sightseeing with Xihe.
The two of them drove a rickety carriage all the way from the capital.
From south to north, from west to east.
Traveling all the way.
Every five years, they would return to the capital to report to the Shen family that they were safe.
Mr. Shen Er has always been active in the political arena. Until he was in his eighties, he became the teacher of the young princes and was respected throughout his life.
Shen Jianjun also worked his way up, and finally inherited his father's position. However, he had changed a lot compared to when he was young. He was unsmiling and serious, which made the children fear him. He only saw Xihe and Song Qianru. Only then did he show a little bit of his childhood temperament.
This generation of the Shen family has produced many good talents, some of whom entered the court as officials and some of whom went into business.
An imperial merchant also appeared on the side branch.
With a pair of smiling eyes, when he saw Xi He and Song Qianru, he affectionately called them "aunt, uncle".
It is said that he is a man whose parents both died. He helped in the ancestral hall since he was a child, and later studied in the Shen family private school. He has a good talent. The Shen family thought he could take the scientific examination, but who knew that this child was more interested in business.
Knowing that Xihe and Song Qianru traveled north and south, he offered to be their coachman.
So in those years, he followed Xihe and the others to many places, and saw a wider world. Even when Xihe was dying, he cried the most sadly, wearing hemp and mourning to bid her farewell.
Xihe is a mortal after all. She didn't deliberately practice this time. She will naturally leave when she gets old.
Song Qianru was still calm: "Go in peace, I will come to you soon."
Xihe was lying on the bed, with gray hair and chicken skin, and spots on her hands with age spots, but she smiled gently: "Well, I'll go then." Then she really closed her eyes and never woke up again.
Shen Liang cried loudly: "Auntie!"
Song Qianru stroked Xihe's face quietly, his eyes were extremely gentle.
After the funeral, Shen Liang never left the ancestral home. He was very worried about his uncle's condition, fearing that he would do something... Song Qianru left the ancestral home and headed south, and he quickly followed.
Southern Xinjiang is still rainy and the air is humid. The small village of the past has become a big village.
Song Qianru walked into the yard of the old locust tree. The old locust tree is now just an ordinary thousand-year-old tree, standing here alone. Song Qianru stood under the old locust tree for a long time, and then left, heading west.
He walked briskly, and Shen Liang was panting behind him.
After walking for about five or six days, he finally stopped in front of a cliff.
Shen Liang's clothes were in tatters and his hair was messy. He was completely like a savage. He sat down on the grass and gasped: "Uncle, what are you doing here?"
He beat his sore legs and sighed, "Ginger is still hotter when old." My uncle is still better than him!
Song Qianru looked at the smooth rock wall: "Shen Liang, go back, I'm going to find your aunt."
Shen Liang was suddenly confused: "What?"
As soon as he raised his head, he saw his uncle crashing straight into the rock wall. He was startled. Could his uncle be crazy? However, the next second, his uncle disappeared directly through the rock wall? ?
Shen Liang:! ! !
He rolled over and crawled over: "Uncle! Uncle! Uncle, please come back!"
The mountains and fields were quiet, and sounds echoed in the valley. Everything seemed like a dream, and his uncle had really disappeared.
Shen Liang slapped his hands until they bled, leaving shocking traces on the rock wall. He gnawed grass roots and ate wild fruits. He waited for more than a month, but no one came out of the hard wall. Shen Liang finally fainted on the rock wall. on the ground.
When he woke up, he found himself lying in a farmhouse.
Shen Liang thanked the family with his banknote and then went straight to the capital. He wanted to find someone to ask questions.
After hearing his question, Shen Jianjun looked out the window for a long time and could not recover. It seemed that the man in his youth was wagging his fox tail and acting coquettishly towards his sister. How beautiful and happy he was.
There was a smile in his eyes: "He is a god who belongs exclusively to the Shen family."
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"I'll ask again, did you damage Chen'er's dress?"
The young man said firmly: "No!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
President Jiang laughed angrily and directly ordered: "Take off his clothes for me!"
The young man was stunned. Before he could react, the servants rushed forward to take off his coat. The young man subconsciously waved his arms and yelled: "Get out! Get away! These are my clothes!"
Within two minutes, the young man's gorgeous and expensive dress was gone, and he was sitting on the ground in a miserable state.
President Jiang was condescending: "Since you don't admit it, then let Chen'er wear your dress!"
The young man suddenly raised his head and saw that the dress he had carefully prepared for half a month was being put on Jiang Chen by a servant. His eyes were splitting as he rushed forward and tore it apart: "Give it back to me! Give it back to me! This is my dress! "
President Jiang kicked him to the ground, pulled Jiang Chen, turned around and walked towards the door.
Whoops, the room was full of Mrs. Jiang, several children of the Jiang family, and the housekeeper, who quickly followed behind and got into the luxury car directly at the door.
The boy climbed up and jumped on the car, slamming the window hard: "Let me get in the car, let me get in the car!"
President Jiang looked forward: "Aren't you going to drive yet?"
The driver nodded "Oh oh oh" and stepped on the clutch. The car rushed out like a sharp arrow in an instant. The boy was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground and rolled twice.
"..."
Xihe's shocked expression gradually faded away, and she looked at President Jiang calmly: "Stop the car."
President Jiang glanced at her and looked away, his expression stern, his gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold arc of light, indifferent.
Jiang Chen pursed his lips, feeling a little uneasy: "Dad, will Ari be fine? Do you want to..."
Bang, the car door opened, and a figure rushed out of the car.
Jiang Chen exclaimed: "Second sister!"
Chi——
The driver braked hard.
In the rearview mirror, the woman got up from the ground and limped back quickly.
President Jiang was furious and slapped the driver in the face: "Why don't you close the door?"
Driver: %^&…#*!
He covered his face and whispered: "President, I'm sorry."
As soon as Xihe reached the corner, he saw Jiang Rui stumbling after her with blood on his head and face. When he saw her, her eyes lit up and she ran over happily: "Second sister!"
The young man's tall and thin body was swaying, as if he would fall at any moment.
Xihe took a breath, strode over, and immediately made an emergency call.
Jiang Rui's eyes were filled with eagerness: "Second sister, are dad and the others gone? Let's chase them quickly. It's almost five o'clock. If it's later, we won't be able to catch the dinner."
Xihe: "..."
When Jiang Rui saw that she wasn't moving, he wanted to continue chasing her, but suddenly his eyes went black.
He staggered and fell on Xihe.
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after an hour.
In the quiet ward, the potion dripped down.
The young man was lying on a snow-white hospital bed, with a bandage wrapped around his head, blood oozing from the wound, and a shadow cast by his thick eyelashes, as quiet as a broken doll.
Gouzi kept shaking his head and sighing: "It's so miserable, so miserable, so miserable..."
"Obviously you are the real eldest son of the Jiang family, but President Jiang treats that fake Jiang Chen as a treasure. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's just ridiculous."
Xihe: "..."
She turned on her phone, and just two minutes ago Jiang Chen posted a message on Weibo: Congratulations to grandpa for his good fortune and longevity.
The accompanying picture is a photo taken with Mr. Xu's 70th birthday.
