surnamed Wang

Chapter 498
On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, it is a small year in the north. Every family worships the stove, sweeps the dust, cuts window grilles, and buys new year's goods. Some children have long been unable to hold back and ran to the street to set off firecrackers.

Whether it is a wealthy family with a deep house or a small family, or a commoner with a small family, it is always a day to enjoy the taste of the year.

Nanyang Mansion belongs to the north, and the lively atmosphere it should have is not bad at all. As a prince, Wang Gangquan has dozens of people in the mansion, so there must be a lot of ostentation in the young year. On the contrary, Wang Gangquan seemed a little lonely and desolate.

Back to ten years ago, just after the threshold of the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month, the children in the family had already taken to the streets.

At that time, Qianshan was five years old, and Qianying was only in her teens. Wang Gingquan held one shoulder and carried the other on his shoulders. Every time he came back, he bought a lot of fireworks and firecrackers. Forget about it.

It's just that as the two children grew up, this simple happiness disappeared after all.

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Wang Qianying is now in her 20s and spends more time outside than at home. She goes to the fireworks venue with her friends every now and then. Although under the strict discipline of her elders, she does not dare to sleep with flowers and sleep in willows, she hugs left and right and drinks. Having fun is still inevitable.

Qianying was not like this five years ago. Unlike his younger brother who was always clamoring to go into the world, he loved reading since he was a child. Coupled with his outstanding talent, he became a well-known wit at the age of fifteen.

At that time, Wang Qianying was not as playful as he is now. He blushed when talking to young women on weekdays, and the matchmaker arranged at home could be avoided if he could. He always had the elder sister who played with him when he was a child in his heart.

It's a pity that good luck tricks people, the woman he likes always regards him as a younger brother, Zhang Qianyue finally married a brother from the same school when she was 20 years old, and since then, Wang Qianying's behavior has gradually become unrestrained, and she often misses Fireworks and Willow Lane. Return to the thin-faced scholar.

Fortunately, he never missed his homework, and his poems and essays after drinking were more charming than before. Wang Gangquan knew that he was suffering, so he didn't interfere.

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Compared with Wang Qianying, Qianshan, as the younger brother, never made Wang Bingquan worry at all since he was a child. He can only be said to be sloppy in reading, but he is extremely brave when fighting outside. His personality is very much like his fifth uncle who guards the frontier.

Wang Gingquan broke several bamboo poles because of this, but the child was like a stubborn donkey. The more he beat him, the less he would take him seriously as a father. In the end, Wang Gingquan simply ignored him. Inherit the family business.

Although he was an asshole at home, the young man was very devoted to the daughter of the Pan family. It was so early in the morning, before the watchdog in the house got up, he had already slipped out to find sister Pan.

The two are about the same age, and grew up together since they were young. They are undoubtedly childhood sweethearts. The relationship between the two families has always turned a blind eye to the relationship between the two children. The matter has gradually become a topic of conversation after dinner.

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Seeing that his two sons were not in the mood to go out to buy firecrackers with him, Wang Gangquan could only sigh and shake his head like an ordinary middle-aged man. Although he looked about 50 or [-] years old, the lifespan of a cultivator is long. If he was not afraid of being too shocking, He can stay in his early twenties.

Staying in the mansion was really boring, so Wang Gangquan went out and walked towards the theater building.

In the past 15 years, the theater building has taken on a completely new look. The scale has doubled, and the number of people has also expanded to more than ten people. As a married woman, those who perform on stage are all disciples and grandchildren.

Wang Bingquan could be considered a regular patron of the theater, and as soon as he entered the door, the waiter greeted him from afar. After a few greetings, he was led to the private room on the second floor, where he sat near the railing, and Farewell My Concubine was being performed on the stage.

"The eight thousand sons and daughters are all gone, and there is no way to cross the Wujiang River. I am ashamed of the fathers and elders in the east of the river. My hatred is boundless."

On the stage, King Xiang glared and killed himself. After singing a song, the whole theater immediately reverberated with applause.

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Not long after the show ended, there was a knock on the door of the room, and a middle-aged beautiful woman in her forties pushed in. It was the theater owner with the stage name "Dieyi".

"My lord, I haven't come for a while." The woman said familiarly.

Wang Gangquan smiled faintly, "I went on a long trip before, and there are a lot of things to deal with when I come back. In addition, it's the time of the year, and it's a busy time, so I managed to get some free time today."

"Oh? The little girl wants to wish the prince a lot of money."

"Haha, girl Dieyi is the same, business is booming."

"Borrowing the son's auspicious words, the slave's family has something to do, and the hospitality is not good."

"Miss Dieyi is busy."

After the two exchanged simple politeness, the woman said goodbye and left.The two did not know each other, when the woman was tricked by Wang Bingquan to go to the capital, and when she saw the rumored Lu Xiaoxian, she was shocked into heaven.

The woman is also a free and easy person, and she didn't feel jealous of her talents. Instead, she got acquainted with Lu Xiaoxian, who is also from the Liyuan, and after staying in the capital for a few years, she returned to Zhongzhou to set up a theater.

It was only later that Wang Bingquan found out that this girl with outstanding temperament and not like an actress was originally surnamed Liu, and she was the younger sister of the prefect Liu whom she first met at Nanyang Mansion that day.

No matter how you look at it, it's a misfortune for the family. The woman knows that she has insulted the family tradition, so she even hides her surname and only calls herself by her stage name.

Having lived in Nanyang Mansion for so many years, Dieyi already knew the identity of Wang Bingquan. When she first heard about it, she felt uneasy for a long time, for fear that the other party would anger her elder brother because of her.

Later, when the two got to know each other better, they realized that this worry was too much. Although the prince was a terrifyingly dignified person, he usually had no airs at all, and sometimes he was even shameless, like a rascal on the street outside.

Naturally, Wang Gangquan didn't know that his image was so unbearable in the other party's heart, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

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Leaning against the window, Wang Gangquan picked up a rare citrus in the cold winter months, peeled off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. There was a lot of traffic and bustle outside the window. Looking at the scene, Wang Gangquan couldn't help but said:

"Today's dynasty can be regarded as peaceful and peaceful."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the extra figure in the room, and said calmly:

"what's up?"

The person who came was a man in his fifties, dressed in coarse cloth, he looked no different from an ordinary farmer, if not for the hideous scar on his face, he could be considered a decent looking man.

The man knelt down on one knee and said in a muffled voice:
"My lord, your majesty is critically ill, and I ordered you to return to Beijing quickly."

Wang Gingquan frowned slightly, pinched his right hand a few times in his sleeve, waved his hand after a while and said:
"understood."

After the figure disappeared, Wang Bingquan sighed and muttered to himself:
"Can't make it through the end of the year?"

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(End of this chapter)