"I've seen the young master!" Two young men with no difference in appearance said respectfully to Li Liang in the sedan chair.

"Forget it! Forget it!" Li Liang got out of the sedan chair and helped the two of them up. He turned around and looked at the Duke's Mansion deep in the courtyard. He could still hear his mother's reminder when she was about to leave. He talked to her mother very late last night, and she didn't know how many handkerchiefs were soaked in her tears.

This morning, I went to the ancestor temple to worship my ancestors, and then went to the front hall to bid farewell to my parents. After such a simple ceremony, Li Liang walked out of the Duke's Mansion from the back door in the mansion. The meaning of sitting in the sedan chair this time was different from the past. After getting off the sedan chair, he was no longer the seventh young master of the Duke's Mansion. Next time I came back, Li Liang's identity was a relative with a slightly special identity.

There was not much reluctance, but only his attachment to his mother. Now, Li Liang inherited all the memories of Li Liang in the past and found that most of the child's poor memory were Liu's hard-working figure. During this month, through indirect attacks, he learned from Xiao Ting that Li Liang had intermittent mental illness in the past, and once he had an attack, he would hysterically throw things and hit people. The maids in the mansion would rather be punished than serve him, and the mother was not worried that in addition to letting Mrs. Lan come and take care of herself whenever she had time.

"Young Master! Get in the car!" said Li Zhong.

Shaking his head, Li Liang said to him: "Let's go! I want to see the street view."

"Yes!" Li Zhong asked Li Yi to lead the carriage behind and accompanied Li Liang in front.

Zhang in the mansion listened to the news reported by the girl with gloating pleasure.

Li Liang's eldest brother, Duke Zhen Guo, Li Ao, now got that his younger brother had already stepped out of the Duke's Mansion. He said, "Xiao Ting!"

Xiao Ting stepped forward timidly and said, "Here!"

Li Ao asked, "Think about it carefully. Didn't the wife say anything other than telling Lao Qi to pay attention to her health yesterday?"

Xiao Ting lowered his head and said, "When I returned to the prince, I heard the mistress ask for an official position for the Seventh Master, saying that he wanted to go to meet the scene every month, and the rest would be gone."

"Okay! Go down and receive the reward." After Li Ao asked Xiaoting to go down, he stared at the dozen or so burnt bamboos on the table, as if he was in a daze, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Are you still worried about the Seventh Master?" said Zhang Ziyuan, Li Ao's aide.

"According to the Tang Dynasty, the eleven children of the princes who were officials in the court had the opportunity to take over the position of the princes." Li Ao murmured: "Besides, with such a mother here, can I not worry? Who can guarantee that my seventh brother will not replace me."

"The prince is too worried." Zhang Ziyuan smiled and said, "There is such a law in the Tang Dynasty, but with the situation of the Seventh Prince, all the Dukes will naturally stand on your side."

Li Ao shook his head with his eyes slightly closed, "Is my mother an ordinary person? When I was eight years old, I saw with my own eyes that she ordered her to kill twenty people in less than an hour, and then rewarded the rest. In that competition seventeen years ago, the Duke Zhenguo Mansion could obtain the fief again in thirty years. She made great contributions. Not only was she skillful, but she also felt... Alas! I was not that worried before, but Xiao Ting said that the seventh brother's illness in the past month showed no sign of an attack. If his illness was really cured, although he had already left the house, he was the legitimate son of the main wife. It would not be difficult to gain the sympathy and support of all the dukes and wives with his mother's methods."

Zhang Ziyuan said: "If you are not at ease, I have an idea to relieve my worries for the prince."

Li Ao frowned and said, "You can let go, but remember, don't hurt his life, otherwise it will be less than worth the loss, and it may be cheaper for the third child."

"Don't worry, the prince, the powerful subordinates can save it."

Li Liang, who walked out of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion for the first time, looked around like a curious baby. The bustling crowds and the shops on both sides of the street showed a peaceful and prosperous era, and he looked like a "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Looking at the busy vendors on the street, the pedals who greeted guests, the hurried pedestrians, the passers-by leisurely, the dignitaries who were riding in the car and the slaves who carried the sedan chair, Li Liang suddenly felt that he was finished.

The Li Liang in the past was raised under his mother's wings, and he had no pursuit or his own ideas. Wang Qiang was even a mediocre person with no ambitions and only three life goals.

What is the situation now? I have a house! I have a wife soon! I have a money to support my family under the arrangement of Mrs. Liu!

It’s the sun! If a person lives without a goal, is life still meaningful?

The thought that suddenly appeared in his mind made Li Liang secretly happy!

Why is it a secret joy? According to many movies, TV and books, people who do not pursue their goals in life should be lost and degenerate, but they should not secretly be happy no matter what?

What is human beings living for?

Compared with those few great men who eat for living, noble character and ambitious ambitions, they can be 100% sure and certain. Li Liang is the kind of person who lives for eating, a low-level, mediocre and little man who has no lofty ideals. He can be sad for the refugees who die of hunger in TV, and will take out a coin from his pocket and give it to the beggars on the street when he is in a good mood; but when he sees the bad guy committing an offensive, he will walk away silently, and he will hide as far as he sees the fire. Going to the side, he will hit 110 or 119 is the only thing he can do. Don't expect him to stand up and be a hero.

It cannot be said that he was not motivated. He had fantasized about becoming a revolutionary who changed the fate and process of the world. Even if he could not rule the whole world, he would at least become a powerful figure in his area. But after the youth's recklessness, the ideal watch face fell from the roof of the world to the plains and to the sea level.

The three goals set when Wang Qiang were already very difficult for him, but he didn't expect that he would be able to achieve it so easily when he came to this world. So in the short term - at least within three years, he was already very satisfied. Now that he has a house, a wife, and a gift, can he be unhappy? This is enough for him to secretly laugh in the quilt for several years.

Perhaps because of the principle of insufficient human hearts, he will have some new ideas in the near future, but for now, Li Liang already feels that he must have burned high incense in his previous life to have such good rewards, so how can he not be secretly happy?

After watching it for a long time, Li Liang was no longer interested, because it looked like a scene of a costume drama on TV. He asked Li Zhong, who was always following him, "What's your name?"

Li Zhong said respectfully: "Go back to the young master! The youngest is Li Zhong! The one who drives the car is Li Yi, the little man's younger brother."

"Oh! You're Li Zhong!" Li Liang asked again: "Listen to my mother, you both have good martial arts skills?"

Li Zhong said: "That was raised by the mistress, and the youngest people dare to say that they are rough."

When Li Liang heard about it, he asked, "I heard that martial arts practitioners can fly over the eaves and walk around the walls. Is that true?"

"Go back to the young master!" Li Zhong said: "Yes, yes, but this light skill that can fly over the eaves and walls is a kind of inequality in martial arts. People who practice martial arts generally do not practice it on purpose."

Li Liang asked in confusion: "How could this happen?"

"The art of fighting is also martial arts. It originated from hunting in ancient times. Later, it was mainly used for fighting between the two armies. It was used to fight against the enemy in front of the battlefield. Light skills were not very useful on the battlefield." Li Zhong answered questions and asked: "The main reason is that those who practice light skills are not people who can't get on the table, so few people practice it."

So that's it! Think about it, the best light skills in martial arts novels I read before were either thieves who walked the Qianjia family at night or flower-picking thieves who were disgusted by everyone, Chu Liuxiang, Sikong Zhaixing, Tian Boguang... Anyone is a wanted criminal with a crime. In fact, this cannot be blamed on the light skills itself. It's like those who care about money will inevitably be corrupt, and those who are powerful will inevitably bully people. People who have learned the skills of flying eaves and walls will inevitably copy a shortcut when walking. When they passed by someone else's roof, they saw wealthy and beautiful women there, and they inevitably... Everyone is out to make trouble, so they don't have to say so clearly!

While walking, chatting with Li Zhong, Li Liang found that Li Zhong knew a lot. From him, Li Liang finally realized that the reason why he was swept out was because in the Tang Dynasty, after a family with title established an heir, other male men would be invited to leave the house before the age of eighteen. Except for the Spring and Autumn Festival, those who dared to come to the house may be beaten to death by the government sticks. And after two generations, they will no longer enter the family tree and are basically completely out of touch with their hometown.
Chapter completed!