"...My son is happy to live, and he sees his words as if he meets. After a few months of separation, I think he is very sad. Are you in good health?"

"Written by the cold moon, it should be that the osmanthus moon is coming to your hands at the beginning. The climate of the middle yang is changing. The osmanthus moon is cool at the beginning, and the later it is hot and cold. Although you have the wonderful nature of the five directions and your body is getting stronger and stronger, don't forget the season. Don't ask anyone to bring up clothes and robes..."

Liang Dong's handwriting reveals a father's care for his son. Looking at the familiar handwriting, Liang An felt quite warm in his heart.

Even though he is a time traveler who inherits the original memory of Liang An, is he also Liang Dong’s son?

After carefully reading the letter, in addition to caring for him, it also warned him to be filial to his mother, respect his master, act safely in Zhongyang, and not to cause trouble. If you have any difficulties, you can discuss with Zhao Feng and others.

To put it bluntly, this is a very simple letter to home.

After thinking about it, Liang An walked to the desk, grind the ink, wrote a reply, and waited for someone to send it back to Lean.

"But my father's letter did not mention my opinion of becoming a constable of Liushangmen... It has been more than ten days since I became a constable. Even if my mother and I wrote to my father, it should have been delivered at this time. He probably realized that I became a constable of Liushangmen at this time."

"Oh! It would be convenient if you have a mobile phone. This speed of sending messages will take more than ten days to deliver the messages to the target even if it is expedited. It would be too slow. If there is any emergency, I am afraid that the message has not been delivered yet... Haha!"

As he complained, Liang An glanced at the contents of the letter, confirmed that there were no inappropriate words, he put them aside and hung them, waiting for the ink to dry and wrap them in the envelope.

While waiting, Liang An frowned slightly and looked at Zhao Huanzhen's room in the back house through the window.

When Li Zhaoxun called him back from Tianxianglou, he said that Zhao Huanzhen had something very important to tell him. However, when he came back, Zhao Huanzhen did not show up for a long time. He just asked Aunt Ji to send Liang Dong's letter to him and then asked him to wait.

"What is so important? But why do you have to wait again?"

While wondering, Liang An played with the brush with a little idle work. After thinking about it, he felt that doing this was a waste of time, so he simply did something else.

After looking at the brush in his hand, he thought about whether to draw a painting, but considering the time required to draw and Zhao Huanzhen might come to him at any time, he felt it was inappropriate.

"Just plagiarize a poem and write out the artistic conception. If you take it out, you can exchange it for other people's collections to enjoy, and you can also gather experience points..."

Thinking about it, he laid a piece of rice paper and planned to write it, but found that he couldn't remember the poem that suits his artistic conception for a moment!

His ancient poetry attainments were all left behind in high school and junior high school. Most of the deep memory were the poems that were required to be recited in textbooks. Even if he later recited some other poems to pretend to be in front of his female friends, he suddenly thought of poems about rain and tigers...

"The rain on the sky is as moist as soft as a slim, and the grass color is close but not close... This one is good, but unfortunately it does not fit my Qi Yu's artistic conception, and what is before and after this poem?"

"By the way! "Qingming" is good! It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls. You will know it's Qi Yu's type... But forget about this poem, change it... Good rain knows the season, moisten things silently? It seems something is wrong. Is it memorized like this?"

After hesitating for a while, Liang An planned to write poems with the artistic conception of a tiger, and found that he had fewer poems about a tiger in his memory. The only thing he remembered was a sentence: The King of Qin swept the Liuhe, and the tiger looked at him!

"I am an unqualified time traveler. I can't even use the necessary poetic and pretentious skills for time travel!"

Liang An was quite depressed for a moment and was about to throw his pen down, but suddenly he remembered that the artistic conception was artistic conception, and it was not necessary to use poems describing tigers or rain. As long as the artistic conception was consistent, it would be fine.

And the artistic conception is consistent...ωωw..net

As soon as he thought of it, he thought of the poem by a great man, which was a poem he rarely remembered very profoundly, catchy and full of momentum.

After carefully recalling for a while, he mobilized the artistic conception of tiger power, dipped it in ink, and wrote down the poem in his memory with heavy ink. At the same time, in order to respect, he also wrote down the author's name under the name of the poem!

After writing, he looked at the rich artistic conception, as if he could see a tiger roaring to the sky, grinning, "Not to mention poetry, even this name is enough to be regarded as a tiger. Haha... If I don't speak first when I come to spring, which insect dares to say something?"

He nodded with satisfaction. Liang An picked up the paper and was about to put it aside to dry it when he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps approaching. Then a gentle voice shouted outside the house: "Master, please invite me, Madam."

Liang An heard the voice of the maid recruited by Zhao Huanzhen, and seemed to be called Li Niang.

"I see."

After shouting, Liang An put the paper with the words in it, walked out of the room and came to Zhao Huanzhen's room with Li Niang.

"Madam, the eldest master is here."

"Come in."

Li Niang pushed open the door, Liang An strode into it. Seeing Zhao Huanzhen sitting on the chair with a tired expression on her face, she hurried forward and said, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just thought about something and was a little tired." Zhao Huanzhen smiled, slightly stiff.

She looked at Liang An carefully and suddenly said, "I remember you said, how many days will you go on a mission with Lord Yuwen?"

"Yes, mom." Liang An nodded.

"Then you have to be careful."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Liang An nodded again, but suddenly frowned and asked, "What happened? Tell me, don't keep me in the dark all the time."

Zhao Huanzhen asked him to go on a mission with Yuwen He, and he knew something was wrong.

Although he was asked to be careful later, he did not say anything else. Does it mean that Zhao Huanzhen thinks that it is actually a good choice for him to go on a mission with Yuwen He?

But Zhao Huanzhen also knew that there was a certain danger in the task of the Six Doors. Why did she think that it was a good choice for her to do a task?

After thinking about it casually, Liang An knew that something must have happened that might put the Liang family in a dangerous situation!

Zhao Huanzhen was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "No..."

"Mom, I'm not young, you've been planning a marriage for me. What else can you say now?" Liang An said anxiously: "Is it because King Mu is eyeing our family again?"

If he had been kept in the dark all the time, he would not even have a chance to be prepared, and he would have to be passive!

When Zhao Huanzhen saw that Liang An was very serious and wanted to help, the fatigue on his face dissipated: "It's good that you have this heart, but this time it's not King Mu's eyeballing our family... it's your two sisters coming."

Liang An was stunned for a moment, "Two sisters? Where did I get my sister?"

After searching through the original Liang An's memory, he had no news about his sister.

"I'm going to ask your father!" Zhao Huanzhen's voice turned cold and slapped the table: "He didn't control himself and left a bastard outside. But he had already agreed that the Liang family was the only one, and they couldn't enter the Liang family. As a result, your father suddenly wrote to me and said that they were coming!"

Liang An blinked his eyes, not knowing how to reply for a moment.

What can you say? Say his father Liang Dong didn’t take care of his lower body properly?

Liang An's silence seemed to stimulate Zhao Huanzhen. She glared at Liang An, but shook her head again: "Forget it, it's just two sisters. Our Liang family can still afford it. Just don't make me two more sons. You know this, I will handle the matter at home. You don't have to worry about anything, just perform official duties with Lord Yuwen."

“Yes…yes.”

"Okay, that's all... By the way, you mentioned your marriage just now..."

"Mom, I still have something to do, so I won't disturb you!"

After leaving Zhao Huanzhen's room as if he was running away, Liang An pinched his nose: "What are you doing with this? Suddenly two more sisters..."

Suddenly, Liang An suddenly thought that he had been called the eldest young master by the servant in the house guard. If he was just the only son, he would just call him the young master. Why add a big word?

Could it be that they all know the existence of my two sisters, and I am the only one who keeps it in the dark?

After frowning and thinking for a while, Liang An found that there was such a possibility.

This world is similar to ancient China on Earth. It attaches great importance to family concepts, and the matter of inheriting family traditions was the top priority of a family. His body was so weak that he might not survive at the age of twenty. As the head of the family, how could Liang Dong cut off the bloodline of the family in his hands?

In this case, Liang Dong would look for a wife, and it would make sense to want another son who would continue his bloodline.

Thinking of this, Liang An remembered that Zhao Huanzhen had been busy with his marriage recently, and suddenly had new ideas.

I’m afraid my mother didn’t want me to have a son earlier so that I can inherit the blood of the Liang family!

After knowing this, Liang An still respects his current marriage. Not to mention that he has no impression of the women introduced by Zhao Huanzhen, at the same time, the current situation of the Liang family, maybe there will be one more victim in the marriage of his wife, so why bother?

But then again, in the current situation of the Liang family, what are his two sisters here for now?

Shaking his head, Liang An was about to go back to his room, but suddenly saw Li Zhaoxun walking into the yard with a large bag of things.

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong?" Li Zhaoxun walked over with a smile and handed out a few medicine bags: "This is a medicine to restore internal energy. I will boil it for you to drink. There is another portion of Rongyang Dapu Soup. If you go back, you can soak it in water to practice."

"Thank you, Master." Liang An took the medicine bag, weighed it, and suddenly asked, "Does Master know what's going on with my sister?"

Li Zhaoxun's expression froze, "Did you tell me about it?"

"It seems that I am the only one who is in the dark." Liang An stared at Li Zhaoxun with a smile on his face for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's not a bad thing to have two more sisters, why bother hiding them from me."

Li Zhaoxun smiled awkwardly, and didn't say anything.

He didn't want to get involved in such family affairs at all.

Seeing that Li Zhaoxun was not talking, Liang An guessed Li Zhaoxun’s idea. After all, this kind of thing belongs to the Liang family’s private affairs, and Li Zhaoxun is indeed not suitable for too many insertions.

Shaking his head again, Liang An looked solemn and asked in a deep voice: "Apart from my two sisters, what else is there? I mean King Mu's side, or other things that endanger the Liang family."

Although Zhao Huanzhen told him that King Mu did not target the Liang family, he did not fully believe it. Now that he saw Li Zhaoxun, he happened to ask.

When Li Zhaoxun saw that Liang An was asking about this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "There is no movement on King Mu, but I heard from the brothers in the Sacred Sect that some people were secretly asking about the news about the Liang family. I have asked the brothers in the Sacred Sect to pay attention to who those people are, but no news has been heard yet."

"If there is news, remember to tell me. I cannot be kept in the dark about this matter, otherwise even if I want to take advantage of Lord Zhao, Lord Yuwen, or even the princess, I don't know what to say." Liang An deliberately pointed out the identity of the person he could contact.

Li Zhaoxun nodded with a serious expression: "Don't worry, once there is news, I will tell you as soon as possible."

"Okay... By the way, Master, I wrote a poem. Come back and take a look. It was written by me in the artistic conception of tiger power."

"Poems written by Huwei's artistic conception?" Li Zhaoxun immediately became interested.

He had also heard the lyrics written by Liang An before, and even knew that the lyrics had spread in Zhongyang City and were praised and cursed by countless literati. However, the people who were praised were mostly those unsuccessful literati, while those who were scolded were those who had status and status.

Now Liang An said that he wrote a poem with the artistic conception of tiger power, and he wanted to see what kind of poem it was.

"Don't look back, I'm fine now, take me to see it."

"Okay, then you come with me."

Leading Li Zhaoxun to his room, Liang An suddenly found that his door was actually open and a maid was lying in the room!

He and Li Zhaoxun looked at each other and immediately became alert.
To be continued...