PDLP Chapter 318 Concerned about the country and its people, the Grand Tutor eats chicken.
Chapter 318 Concerned about the country and its people, the Grand Tutor eats chicken.
Luo Qianyou was completely unaware of all of this.
During the day, he still went to court and chatted and laughed with his colleagues as usual. But when he got home at night, he was like an ant on a hot pan. He even stomped holes in the floor of his study. He still hadn't received a reply from those people.
As the days went by, Luo Qianyou became less anxious. He kept to himself and rarely went out, spending his time either attending court or staying at home. He kept a low profile, and his family members were also ordered to lay low for a period of time.
Therefore, the capital city returned to its former peaceful and tranquil state.
Wen Qilin knew that beneath the calm surface lay turbulent undercurrents. While everyone was complacent and living in their ideals, he decided that the Wen family should return to the valley.
That night, Wen Qiyuan and Wen Chengbin, along with Ren Zuan, Ren's grandmother, and several maids, rode on the back of a hawk.
Wen Qilin comforted them, "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, you should go back with my second brother and the others first. Wen'er and I will leave in a few days, so don't worry."
As early as three nights ago, Wen Qiyuan and his son had already directed the eagles to lead the Ren family members out of the capital in batches and back to the valley.
At this moment, the few people sitting on the back of the eagle were the last group.
Ren Zu'an and his wife were moved to tears at the thought of seeing their daughter soon. "Yes, we know. Be careful in your actions."
Wenwen instructed, "Grandfather, Grandmother, and Grandmother, tell my mother that we will be going back in a few days."
"Good, good, good."
A bird's cry rang out, and the eagle spread its wings, glided into the sky, and soared straight into the clouds.
Watching the group disappear into the horizon in an instant, Wenwen sighed, "Dad, I miss Mom. We've been out for so long."
"Ugh!"
Wen Chengjian, who was standing nearby, also sighed upon hearing this.
Wen Qilin slapped him on the shoulder, "You brat, what are you sighing about? After we leave, stay by Grand Tutor Zhou's side and learn as much as you can."
"Father, I know." The boy's eyes shone with hope for the future.
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The next morning, the father and his two sons went to Zhou Taifu's courtyard early to wait for him.
At this moment, the side hall of the courtyard was quiet, and the Zhou family members were meditating.
They are all too powerful. Memorizing the incantation is a piece of cake for them. Now everyone is trying to draw qi into their bodies. Wen Qilin has also demonstrated it a few times. However, the spiritual energy here is too thin, and so far no one has succeeded.
Wen Qilin led the two siblings into Zhou Taifu's house. As soon as they stepped inside, they smelled a strong medicinal odor.
"Great-grandfather, what's wrong?"
"Grand Tutor Zhou, are you ill? Let me take a look."
After saying that, Wen Qilin took a few quick steps, and before he could even sit down, spiritual energy filled his palm.
After a while, Grand Tutor Zhou opened his eyes and waved his hand, saying, "People get old, and they're bound to have less energy. It's nothing to worry about; a little medicine will do the trick."
Analyzing the flavor of the medicine, Wenwen could also tell that it was simply a tonic, not a treatment for illness, indicating that her great-grandfather was indeed lacking in energy.
Grand Tutor Zhou pushed a stack of papers in front of Wen Qilin, saying, "Don't bother me, take a look at this first."
This document contains the names of many people, along with notes on their relationship to the Luo family. It turns out that the Luo family is like a spider's web, with each thread leading to the name of an official.
Alas, no wonder Grand Tutor Zhou suddenly became exhausted; he was a typical person who worried about the country and its people.
The Yao family's empire is in grave danger!
Wen Qilin glanced at it twice, his hands still moving, "There's still time. Let me first straighten your meridians. Please bear with it, it will hurt a little."
Grand Tutor Zhou was over seventy years old and suffered from many chronic illnesses. Although he was being cared for with precious medicinal herbs, he still had to face reality.
The spiritual energy slowly entered Zhou Taifu's body, and Wen Qilin urged the energy to slowly circulate within the Taifu's body.
Grand Tutor didn't rest at all last night. The pain at first made him tremble a little, but as his spiritual energy circulated, the pain lessened and slowly disappeared. What followed was a feeling of comfort all over his body. As soon as his head relaxed, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
"Shh!"
Wen Qilin gestured for the brother and sister to move away from the bed so as not to disturb Zhou Taifu's rest.
Wen Chengjian was quite self-disciplined in his studies. While Zhou Taifu was resting, he sat down to the side, picked up a book, and devoted himself to studying it.
Wenwen closed her eyes and sat in meditation. Since she couldn't cultivate, she activated her detection technique to check the situation in the side hall.
After covering Grand Tutor Zhou with the blanket, Wen Qilin picked up the stack of papers and began to read.
As he read through the pages, he came across two names on one page: Yang Bingxin (the General Yang who confiscated property) and Yang Chang (the yamen runner who was exiled and escorted).
He remembered his mother saying that when the house was searched, General Yang treated them with courtesy and did not make things difficult for his family.
Then, on the way to exile, Yang, the constable, was very polite and did not beat or scold anyone for no reason. He was just a little too ruthless in helping Lord Zhu make money off everyone. When they finally arrived in the northern desert, he suggested that they seek refuge with the Xie family. At that time, the Xie family was quite well-off, but the Wen family did not listen to him.
Looking back on all this, regardless of the circumstances, these two people had shown goodwill to the Wen family, and Wen Qilin wrote a few words next to their names: "to be considered at your discretion."
As long as neither of them has committed any murder-related offenses, it is unlikely that anyone will deliberately make things difficult for them.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the breathing of a few people and the turning of pages.
Time passed bit by bit.
Around noon, Grand Tutor Zhou woke up.
The old man had just opened his eyes when he smelled the aroma in the air, and his stomach immediately started rumbling.
"Great-grandfather, you're awake," Wen Chengjian asked, putting down the book in his hand.
"Great-grandfather, are you hungry? My father made you some chicken soup. Doesn't it smell good?" Wenwen took credit for her father's cooking. To be honest, she was also craving it.
Grand Tutor Zhou was in excellent condition. This sleep had relieved his fatigue of the past few days, and his mind was unusually clear. More importantly, the aroma had whetted his appetite.
Wen Qilin sensed the movement inside and brought the chicken soup inside.
"Grand Tutor Zhou, you're awake! The chicken soup is just right, please have a taste."
Already starving, the old man swallowed hard as the rich aroma wafted so close.
"Together, together."
Grand Tutor Zhou took the soup bowl and eagerly took a sip. The rich chicken soup went down his throat slowly.
"Mmm, delicious." He then took another big gulp.
This chicken soup not only satisfies all the taste buds, but also gives you a feeling of spiritual elevation.
This was Zhou Taifu's intuitive feeling.
After finishing the soup, the old man looked at the meat in the bowl, picked up a piece, took a bite, chewed slowly, and then took another bite. He seemed to eat quite quickly until he finished the whole bowl before looking up.
"It's delicious, not bad. You guys should eat too. Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wen Qilin and his two children looked at each other without saying a word, then picked up their bowls and began to eat.
Wenwen finished her bowl in no time, put down her chopsticks and said, "Great-grandfather, this chicken soup is delicious, isn't it? Do you know what kind of chicken this is?"
"What kind of chicken? The fighter jet among roosters?"