Chapter 195 How much did you know about the past in Beizhen?

"Xiao Ce is back."

Beizhen suddenly became boiling, and many families came out of the warm house, holding their jobs, greeted happily: "Xiao Ce, you are taller and stronger than last year."

"Xiaogua is really good. Our Beizhen has never been given a high-level official for many years." Don't say that from the fourth-rank tutor, even the general leader has not been given a long time.

"Look at me, this is the future. Look at you."

The people of Beizhen greeted him in a simple and enthusiastic manner and invited him to dinner. Wang Ce was embarrassed to continue riding his horse and walked along the way, while greeting the neighbors who had seen him grow up.

Yao Dafeng was so jealous, but he pulled a girl with a big belly out to greet him. Wang Ce's eyes were about to fall off: "Is this your wife? How old are you?"

Yao Dafeng scratched his head and smiled: "I can't compare with you. I will never expect to become a great martial master in my life. Anyway, it's innate, so it's nothing to marry a wife."

He greeted with smiles and greeted warmly. After shouting a few words in his yard, Lin Nong's house next door made a sound: "Ace, your father is having dinner here. Come here quickly."

Wang Ce rushed over like a whirlwind and rushed out: "Ha, I really miss the dishes my sister-in-law cooked. You don't know, no matter how you eat the dishes made in the restaurants in the city, you can't afford this taste."

"Ace is sweet." My sister-in-law served a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to him with a happy smile.

Brother Lin Nong pretended to be angry: "You guy is a stimulus to have a low money and low official position, so you can't go to the restaurant." Wang Ce quickly admitted his mistake.

After a meal, it was lively and laughed. Wang Ce made everyone laugh together by making a few jokes occasionally, and he rarely experienced the simple feeling of the first three months of time travel.

The spy father showed relief, looked at his son for a long time before nodding hard: "Well done. I didn't lose the face of our Beizhen people." After a pause, he said: "Who are you back, are you doing something?"

"I have to come back even if I have nothing to do. Look at my dad, look at everyone." Wang Ce smiled. Seeing his dad's expression, he smiled and took a dry yellow bamboo to fiddle with him by the fire.

Brother Lin Nong kept silent and signaled his wife to get up together, saying that he was going to another house for a walk.

Only Wang Ce and the spy father were left in the room, and they fell silent for a moment. The spy father said, "You!" and stopped talking.

Wang Ce subconsciously took bamboo by the stove, constantly tampering the ashes, and suddenly asked, "Dad, are you drinking tea?" The spy father was stunned.

Wang Ce went to find hot tea on his own, poured two large cups over, handed one to his father, and suddenly his eyes condensed. The ashes in the fire pit vaguely depicted a few words.

"careful."

Wang Ce stretched his brows, held the hot cup in both hands, and kept breathing: "Dad, why didn't you give birth to a younger brother and sister for me back then? By the way, I have never seen my mother since I was born."

Wang Duan was disgusted: "Your mother gave birth to you prematurely on the way back from her home. As a result, you and your mother could only have one. If your mother wanted you, she would be gone."

A touch of complexity passed through his eyes, and he shook his head and seemed to be smiling: "The doctor said he was a boy...and then, it was you."

Wang Ce took a sip of tea and let the astringent taste flow, and forced a smile: "Dad, I have never heard you say, what did our ancestors do? They have always been from the Beiya?"

"Yes. My ancestors are almost the old man from Beiya. We will have as long as the North Yai has. But you, if you go to Nanya, that's the exception." Wang Duanha laughed, and could not hide the gloom in his eyes.

Wang Ce and Wang Duan seemed to unintentionally ripping the ashes in the fire pit, and twisted shallow traces appeared and disappeared from time to time. However, no one could notice them.

Wang Ce was about to ask who handed him over to the spy father back then.

Suddenly, my father asked, "It's the New Year's Day, I'm going to buy New Year's goods. You're an adult. How much do you think you'll do this year?" There was something indescribable in his tone.

For some reason, Wang Ce felt a hint of hidden emotions, his nose was slightly sour, and he forced himself to swallow the problem back. He smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry. Now, I am a fourth-rank official. The court and the Nanya have to distribute some things to me. I am afraid that I can't use that much alone."

"That's...just buy someone." Wang Duan's eyes dimmed, and the faint expectation disappeared.

The father unconsciously fiddled with Huohui, and Wang Ce immediately froze with an inadvertent glance!

The shallow traces are written with three words: Zhu Xiangru!

Isn’t Jie Shixian? Wang Ce’s heart was filled with waves and he smiled: “Then, are you coming back for the New Year’s Eve dinner?” He pretended to be unhappy: “No matter how you are the chief, you are my son.”

"Dad, no one said I was not." Wang Ce was full of bitterness: "Try to do my best, I will do my best."

The next day, Wang Ce still stood up early and ran to the familiar mountain road to exercise.

Although as a warrior, this kind of physical exercise is meaningless. However, Wang Ce still continued, and he likes this feeling of liveliness and freshness.

"Ah!" At the top of the mountain, with the cold wind blowing, Wang Ce yelled hysterically in his eyes overlooking the North Town. After this shouting, it felt much more smooth.

My father doesn’t have to go to work today. When Wang Ce went down the mountain, he passed by the woods where my father practiced swordsmanship and saw his father focus on cutting the wooden stakes with a knife.

Wang Ce suddenly remembered the six-style sword technique that his father passed to him. He stepped forward to take the knife and used the six-style sword technique, and suddenly the wood chips were like snowflakes. Wang Duan was relieved and sighed: "Your sword technique is very good, but you lack some heat and realm."

Wang Ce was stunned, and Wang Duanban said with a face: "I just practiced it. When you cut on the wooden stake without even a single wood chip, that is a small success. When you cut on the wooden stake without any trace or sound, that is a great success."

Wang Ce vaguely felt the martial arts principles in it, and suddenly remembered the young man who had said half-emperor's soul, the young man who practiced swords and only practiced one sword technique.

"Your father, I have no hope in my life, look at you." Wang Duan patted his shoulder.

Walking side by side on the mountain road, Wang Duanning said in a look of his face: "Now I, Northern Tang, will start a war in the next year. If you are in two yamen, you may not be able to relax. You may not be able to deal with many things."

"Your father, I still say the same thing. If you are in danger, go back to Beizhen. Beizhen is our eternal home." Wang Duan stomped heavily on the earth.

Beizhen? Beizhen! Wang Ce takes his chin.

Wang Duan's words are ordinary, but he can always read many flavors: "Whether you suffer outside, it is a danger or a high-ranking official, Beizhen is your home. As long as you are willing to come back, Beizhen will accept you at any time and wait for you."

Seeing Wang Ce thinking, Wang Duan didn't say much. He kept seeing the eaves, and then he whispered: "My old Wang family has lived in Beizhen for more than four hundred years."

"For four hundred years, the days when our old Wang family lived in Beizhen were only long and long."

"No one is more familiar with this land than we do."

When Wang Ce stepped onto the war horse and ran towards the capital, the words of the spy father who still couldn't stop in his mind came suddenly and strangely.

What exactly is my father trying to say? Wang Ce is helpless.

The father probably knew Lao Gu's existence, but it was clearly the emperor who placed him here, and the emperor was vaguely pursuing the whereabouts of Lao Gu and others. In this way, Wang Ce was really confused.

Lao Gu, are you the emperor?

Wang Ce sighed, he knew something. His father really had a son, but he was froze by his father's own hands.

In a blink of an eye, the end of the year has come.

Except for some rotating people, most of the two yamen also have their own holidays. The spy is also a human being and has to go home for the New Year.

Although Wang Ce and his direct descendants are all big or small officials, as newcomers in the first year, they still have to take turns according to the rules. On the one hand, they are bullied by the elderly, and on the other hand, they also have to learn official business during the New Year.

This has been the case for generations. No matter how high Wang Ce’s position is or how doting the emperor is, it is difficult to break this tradition.

At the tea shop at the intersection of Nanya Courtyard, Wang Ce looked at the various red lanterns, smiled, and raised the teacup: "We want to take the turn, so we won't drink wine. Use tea instead of wine, and toast everyone."

Liu Wanqiu, Luo Zhanyu and other boys shouted excitedly and raised their glasses to drink.

Boss Ji smiled. This is the second wave of troops today. The first wave was when Wang Ce hired other left-behind officials at the Second Division, and this wave was the direct line.

Wang Ce had a drink with each direct descendant enthusiastically, and then everyone went to work in the southern yamen. Wang Ce and the four heroes gathered together and drank the last drink. Pi Xiaojing what the few people wanted to say, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"..." Pi Xiaoxin smashed the cup to the ground and went back to Nanya with Luke and the others.

Wang Ce held the cup and slowly wandered around his fingertips, and asked, "Boss Ji, the person who likes to squat in the corner these days hasn't come today?"

"Oh, that guest, he is going home for the New Year, too." Boss Ji smiled.

Wang Ce laughed: "Boss Ji, the accent, you are not from Northern Tang, so why don't you go home for the New Year?"

"There is no one at home, and I am the only old man left, and there is nothing to go back." Boss Ji laughed at himself: "Where you go, you will be home. When you get older, you don't want to wander anymore. Finding a place will last for the rest of your life."

Wang Ce took a ingot of gold and put it on the table: "Boss Ji, then I will congratulate you on the New Year first, and congratulations on your wealth."

"Ha, thank you for your good words." Boss Ji's eyes were gone when he saw such a big piece of gold.

Wang Ce looked leisurely and walked at the door of the tea shop. Suddenly he looked back, full of infinite jokes: "Old Xu, let's go."

Eunuch Xu, who was like a transparent man, was silent in a corner of the tea shop, and the teacup's hand suddenly shook slightly. As if its power was out of control, it squeezed the teacup into pieces with a snap.

The hands on the table trembled gently, and the body shivered gently. A faint green aura suddenly floated quickly on the face from the neck!
Chapter completed!