Wang Jun took office. Although the first person to meet in the Youzhou Governor's Office was not the subordinate officials, but Du Shiyi, he was promoted to the position and received the ceremony of his subordinate officials, and then he followed the lectures and listened to various military reports. The toss and troubles continued until the sun set. Even though most of the officials either lived in the official house behind the Governor's Office, or bought or rented a house in the Jundufang where the Governor's Office was located, he still complained. Especially when he had something in his heart, Du Fu, who had to be on guard against Wang Jun's questions at any time and anywhere, was exhausted.

In the past, Zhang said that he was in charge of Youzhou, and there were few mistakes and scolding him. This was already difficult to deal with. Now Wang Jun is even more ruthless. Even the chief minister, who is only a little worse than himself, was scolded so much that he was very angry. Yingzhou is now defeated, and Xi and Khitan are fighting in full swing. If anything, Wang Jun, who is almost invincible on the battlefield, is equivalent to Youzhou's Dinghai Sword Needle, not to mention that he is an important official praised by the emperor.

"Alang is back."

Du Fu just nodded casually when he greeted the old servant in front of the door. When he arrived at the inner room, the maid took off his outer robe. He fell tiredly on the seat, and then he pressed it for a while. Then he asked with his eyes half-squinted, "Has Shijiulang been here?"

"Zhijiu Lang?" Du Fuyuan's wife Wei raised her eyebrows immediately, and then gestured to let the maid's breasts retreat for the time being. Then she hurriedly knelt beside Du Fu and whispered, "There are rumors outside that Marshal Wang had just arrived in Youzhou, and the first thing he did was to meet the top scholar of the current subject. Could it be that Shijiu Lang really arrived in Youzhou?"

"Well. I met him in the Governor's Office, but Marshal Wang was anxious to get promoted and didn't have time to say anything else."

Fanchuan, Wei and Du are both major surnames in Guanzhong. However, like Du Fu's family came from a family of destitute officials, Wei also came from the last tribe of the other branch. He was used to being a hard-working family since childhood. When he married Du Fu, the other party was no longer a small match. He could not be said to be a good match, but just a match. At this moment, her brows frowned into a knot, and her tone increased a little unconsciously: "Since you are here, even if you don't have time to talk before, you should come to your house to see it. Even if he is not as good as before, he has won the imperial examinations repeatedly, and even His Majesty has rewarded him. But after all, he is still your nephew, and you can't even forget this noble and inferior person."

"Say less," Du Fu shouted angrily. Seeing Wei's words lingering indignation, he said upset, "What's the use of these now? The brother and sister were at home. I haven't seen each other for several years. At most, I would take a letter back. Other measures are even more unfair. Now you insist on others respecting him, and he can bring back your complaints with the elders."

"That's not what it said." Wei snorted angrily, and then whispered, "Cui was interested in marrying each other before, so he didn't have someone come to submit a special letter to you...

"But at that time, you were not replying to the letter for a long time."

"What a famous family in the Cui family in Qinghe, let alone the Cui family in Yongfeng is a serious legitimate lineage. It is not as good as us. Isn't it a good match?" Wei clasped his head with confidence, but under Du Fu's cold and sarcastic gaze, she knew her selfishness and muttered guiltily, "If Shijiulang married the daughter of the Cui family, wouldn't we even more not take us elders seriously? If I asked me to tell me that the Fan family sent someone to see you in the city before, that was the true sincerity. Not only was Fan San Niang both good and good-looking, but she also had a lot of thanks..."

Seeing that Du Fu didn't take his own words, Wei couldn't help but slap his words: "What's more, people are willing to help and say that they are in harmony. Telling the Fifteenth Lady to the Lu family Wulang is the Lu family of Fanyang, and it is the main branch of the legitimate lineage. That Lu Wulang is about to respond to Youzhou to the trial..."

Didn't Du Fu know his wife's plan? However, if Du Shiyi was just his nephew, it would be no problem. But now, Du Shishi, who had finally produced a top scholar, was regarded as a treasure, so how could he allow him to make decisions casually? Therefore, when his wife chattered and only remembered Lu Wulang's various benefits, he was still hungry and didn't even want to eat. Until the outside world, he said that the two men came to see him, he sat up straight.

The two brothers who came in were about fifteen years old, Du Anzhi, the eldest son of the concubine, and the five-year-old boy who followed closely behind was Du Wangzhi. Du Fu was unwilling to marry Zhou Gu for his career. When Du Fu married Wei, the eldest son of Du Anzhi was already very young. Because he was still smart, he enlightened him and studied. Although Wei didn't like him very much, at first she had only a fifteen-year-old daughter and could only tolerate him. Now that she has a legitimate son, she naturally dislikes the eldest son of the concubine, especially now that Du Anzhi has entered the house with Du Wang, and her eyes are even more cold.

"Father."

"Grandma, Grandma."

Du Wangzhi rushed straight into Du Fu's arms almost as before. If Du Fu was usually happy about this legitimate son who had finally obtained it, Du Fu would have been kind to him, but at this moment he was in a bad mood. In addition, his brother's son was already famous overseas, but his legitimate son was still just a ignorant child. He felt that he could not say anything in his heart, and instinctively pushed Du Wangzhi out. Fortunately, Du Anzhi came into the house and noticed that his father looked wrong. Seeing this, he hurriedly stepped forward and supported Du Wangzhi, which did not let his younger brother fall. But even so, Du Wangzhi, who had never been ignored by his father, still burst into tears.

Wei did not bear to see his son crying, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Du Wangzhi over from Du Anzhi. After he took him in his arms, he said coldly: "Your father is in a bad mood, Twenty-one Lang goes back to his room to study."

Seeing his father or his mother, he seemed to not remember that dinner had passed. Despite his hunger, Du Anzhi could only bow his head and bow and quietly leave. Until he put on his shoes outside, he saw that the atmosphere inside was still stiff. Although he didn't know why, he couldn't help but sigh softly, looked down at the calluses that were ground out from the ring finger of his right hand because he held too many pens.

If only he could be as talented as his cousin Du Shijiulang

Just when he was about to go back to the room to read a book on hungry, he saw a servant outside hurried in and came to the front of the bedroom to report something. Before he could hear it clearly, he turned around and saw his father already appeared in front of the hall, as if he was about to go out, but when he pulled his shoes, he saw him and immediately shouted: "Twenty-one Lang, go to the door to pick up your nineteenth brother."

"Ah...yes, father."

Du Anzhi only felt his eyes bright and hurriedly walked out the door. He grew up to seven years old in the old house in Fanchuan, and then followed his father to work outside the office. His impression of his cousin was the thin figure in white. Although Du Shiyi rarely paid attention to him at that time, he kept seeing his figure studying hard in the window. Although Du Shiyi became famous once in Fanchuan and then became seriously ill due to the fire in the old house, he always felt that his cousin could cheer up and make a comeback. It was indeed not as he expected. It was like the phoenix nirvana mentioned in ancient books.

When he arrived outside the door, Du An saw the young man in white who was two or three years older than him, and behind him was a Kunlun slave holding a bag. However, compared to his cousin who rarely had a smile on his face back then, Du Shiyi now looked more calm, and his body was not as thin as before, but tall and upright. When he saw him saluting, he heard the servant beside him say that this was twenty-one Lang, and he smiled and walked up to help him up.

"It turned out to be Twenty-Yilang, you have grown so big in a flash."

Du Shiyi was very indifferent to the memories of his uncle Du Fu and his family. He only remembered that he had a son and a daughter at first, and later he had a son. At this moment, he saw his thin cousin emitting his eyes and was clearly admiring him. When he entered the door, he simply joked with his brother's attitude. But he didn't expect that his casual words would actually attract even more unexpected answers from his cousin.

"The 19th brother is rarely here in Youzhou. If you have time, you may give me some advice on the poems and essays I have written?" Seeing Du Shiyi hesitating and answering, Du Anzhi couldn't help but lower his head and stutter, "I know I am no more talent than Brother Nineteenth brother, and his poetry and essays are mediocre, but..."

"Okay, let's look back and see it." Thinking about the first time today, I would never have to swear my cousin's request. Du Shiyi agreed after thinking about it. When he saw Du Anzhi's uncontrollable ecstasy and suddenly heard the sound of the gushing sound of his stomach that could not be hidden, he couldn't help laughing. He seemed to be a half-year-old boy, but this was just a child...

When he arrived at the bedroom, he took a bag from Tian Mo and took off his shoes and entered the house with Du Anzhi.

"Shijiulang is here."

Seeing Du Anzhi leading Du Shiyi into the room, Du Fu nodded in a friendly and diligent tone and greeted him. After Du Shiyi saluted him and Wei, he signaled him to sit down and ordered Du Anzhi to sit down. There was no time to greet him before, so he could not say a few close words of reunion after a long time, and asked Fan Chuan's recent situation. But when he heard a very inappropriate gurgling sound, he was stunned. Seeing that it was Du Anzhi, the eldest son of the silence, his eyes suddenly turned sharply, but he didn't want Du Shiyi to say first: "Uncle Jiu, I rushed to Youzhou City before, and I had lunch in a hurry. Now I am really hungry in my stomach. I don't know if I can let me have a meal here with Uncle Jiu before talking?"

Du Shiyi spoke casually, and Du Fuzi felt much more relaxed. He immediately smiled and nodded, "I looked at Wang Dashuai in the afternoon and almost forgot that it was time for dinner. Come on, please send me a meal and fill my stomach first and then talk."

Wei originally wanted to scold Du Anzhi for showing his mistress, but Du Fu snatched the conversation, and she could only hug Du Wangzhi and silently said, forgetting that she should also let her son visit her brother. When a food case was delivered, she realized that the dishes on the top were shabby. Thinking of not being able to prepare, she immediately gritted her teeth and finally endured the meal. After taking down the food case one by one, she couldn't wait to say, "Zhijiulang, you have won the first place in the Jinshi class this time, and the Du family is proud of you. Now you are not young. This man is married as a woman, and the woman is married as a woman..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Fu coughed heavily. At this time, Du Shiyi picked up a bag beside him and owed her body and said, "This time I came to Youzhou. Although I was ordered to observe the passing of the wind, I also brought some Fanchuan specialties to Uncle Jiu. Although it was just for jujubes, pomegranate cakes and other items, the things in my hometown were also a thought. In addition, there was also a letter from Uncle Zhupo to Uncle Jiu."

When Du Siwen heard that it was Du Siwen who sent him a message, Du Fu quickly looked up. Du Anzhi had already stood up and took the things, and then presented them to his father with respect. Although the Fanchuan specialties in the bag were reminiscent of memories, Du Fu had no time to pay attention to these. He picked up the bamboo tube and swept it with his eyes, then opened the sealing mud and opened the plug, took out a roll of paper inside, and then he looked at it carefully.

He has always been respectful of Du Siwen, who is now the greatest elder of the Du family of Jingzhao, but he has not achieved success in the imperial examination and his career is not satisfactory, and he has never had the opportunity to get close to the King of Zhupo Jingzhao. But at this moment, he looked at the letter one by one, and he felt a cold and hot feeling on his back, and his face was also changing.

Wei was also extremely concerned about Du Siwen's letter, and at this moment he couldn't help asking: "Jiulang, what did the letter from Zhupo Jingzhaogong?"

Du Fu was so dizzy that he was hit by those warning words. He held the letter and felt mixed feelings. He didn't have time to pay attention to his wife. He just hated that there was an outsider in front of him, so he had to suppress his mood. After a while, he forced a smile and said: "Mr. Jingzhao is serious. I am such an incompetent junior. He really has troubled him. He still remembers that I have never returned to my hometown. He said that when I return to Beijing for the next year, he must go back to Fanchuan to see. Alas, nothing has been achieved, and I really have no intention of going back... By the way, how about Shijiulang staying at home tonight?"

"Kyuro, you didn't say it in advance, the house was not freed..."

Du Fu was almost pissed to death by his wife's words, but Du Shiyi said first again: "No need, Marshal Wang had also left me in the official residence for a while, but I had a lot of people here and had already rented a hostel in Jundufang. It was already late at this moment, and Uncle Jiu would go to the Governor's Office to dig Mao tomorrow, so I will say goodbye first."

Du Shiyi, who stood up, saw Du Fu ordered Du Anzhi to send him off for a while, and his cousin repeatedly agreed, but seemed a little disappointed. He thought about Du Anzhi's request just now, and then said, "Twenty-Yilang just asked me to read his poems. Why would he let him go back with me to stay in the hotel for a night. After all, I am Gongyu this time, and I don't know how long I can stay in Youzhou, and I'm afraid I may not be able to take time out in the future."

"That's his blessing." Du Fu nodded repeatedly without thinking, and then he said to Du Anzhi with a stern face and full of ecstasy face, "You can go back with your nineteenth brother, be sure to ask for advice respectfully."

“Yes, father”
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