surnamed Wang

In the capital, Zhou Mansion, Wang Biquan listened carefully to Professor Sun telling the story of Emperor Wu Jing.

The old man was getting older and seemed a little tired just talking for a while. Wang Pingquan handed him a glass of water at the right time and said:

"Professor Sun, you have been talking for more than an hour. How about taking a break and listening to me tell a story?"

The old lady said with a smile:

"What story do you want to tell?"

"The story of the first 50 years of the dynasty includes not only Taizu King Mu's founding of the country, but also the three sons seizing the throne. Even the rebellions of Emperor Xiaocun and Emperor Shun, which are not recorded in history books, are all included.

But let me tell you in advance that this is just a story and cannot be verified. Just listen to what I tell you and don’t take it seriously. "

After hearing this, the old man looked at the young man with great interest, nodded and said:
"Okay, just tell me this story."

Wang Pingquan stood up with a slight smile, turned his back and looked out the window and said:
"This matter should start from the early years of the dynasty. At that time, the world was in chaos, with external troubles far away and internal troubles nearby. Emperor Taizu of our dynasty was born in a farmer's family. He had three sons in his family, named Da Niu, Er Niu and San Niu... "

After that, Wang Biquan gave a thorough account of the first 50 years of the dynasty, even the smallest details.

At first, the old lady did listen to it as a story, but the more she listened to it, the more surprised she became. No matter how big or small the things the other party said were consistent with the background of the time, even some things she had never heard of, combined with some historical materials, she also understood that what he said was wrong. Virtual.

For example, during Emperor Shun's rebellion, from the time of the uprising to the time he entered Beijing, clues could be found in the records of the local prefectures along the route. Even if Wen Fuding, who is comparable to an immortal in the story, can also find clues in Taoist records.

Even an old scholar who has been immersed in historical materials for a lifetime can only get a glimpse of such a short-lived character, and it is absolutely impossible to describe him as vividly as the other party did, as if he had actually seen it.

Until the story of the death of Wan Di came to an abrupt end, Wang Pingquan looked at the horizon with a smile on his face. Unconsciously, it was already evening.

The old lady was still immersed in the story. Those characters and deeds made her gray-haired heart beat faster. The cold and empty names in the previous historical materials seemed to have gained life and flesh and blood at this moment.

Kings, generals, and ministers are all no different from ordinary people. They have love and hate, and they can also act out of impulse.

"Classmate Wang, may I ask what the name of the Wan Di in the story is?" the old man raised his head and said.

The young man said without hesitation:

"The surname is Wang, the name is Gui Quan, and he happens to have the same name as me."

The old lady looked thoughtful, unsure whether the other party was joking or if it was true.

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly smiled, stopped worrying, and spoke again:
"Stay for dinner tonight."

Wang Pingquan glanced at the sky outside the window, and just when he was about to refuse, a familiar voice sounded outside:
"Grandma, I'm back."

While talking, the door was gently pushed open, and two figures stood at the door, Zhou Xiaotong and Liu Heng.

Seeing Wang Biquan, Liu Heng, who was still smiling at first, immediately became a little embarrassed. The latter looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile, and the meaning was obvious - haven't you gone to take care of the family business?

School belle Zhou was also stunned when she saw Wang Biquan, but she still politely said hello. The other party responded briefly and the room returned to silence.

The atmosphere became a little weird, and the old lady broke the calm:

"Xiaotong, is this classmate Liu Heng?"

"Ah."

Zhou Xiaotong subconsciously replied, then thought of something and said with a happy face:
"Grandma, do you remember me?"

"Silly girl, you are my granddaughter, how could I forget?"

Zhou Xiaotong became more and more happy. During these days, grandma's memory was getting worse day by day. Not to mention her granddaughter, she almost forgot where her home was. Once she didn't come back after going out for a long time. The family searched all over the streets and alleys, and finally found that the old man was somewhere else. Squatting at the door.

"Xiaotong, prepare some food and leave your two classmates to eat at home tonight."

"Okay."

Zhou Xiaotong responded and hurried out to make arrangements, not forgetting to grab Liu Heng before leaving.

Wang Pingquan looked at the two people walking away with a smile on his face, then turned back and said:

"Professor Liu, let's continue talking about Emperor Wu Jing."

...Dinner was quickly prepared. Zhou Xiaotong's parents were busy and would not come back for dinner in the evening. With Liu Heng's help, Zhou Xiaotong's school belle managed to make a table of food.

The three young men and the old lady sat down at the table. Wang Pingquan picked up a black object and asked:
"Brother Liu, can you tell me what this is?"

"It seems like you haven't eaten anything good before. That's called Coke Chicken Wings."

Liu Heng was full of pride and did not mention that he used dark soy sauce as soy sauce.

Wang Pingquan had long been accustomed to his shamelessness, so he lowered his head and started eating.

The food on the table was clearly distinguished and tasted, and it was naturally made by the school belle Zhou. As for the unsightly food, it was Liu Heng's masterpiece. Although it looked a bit miserable, it was not so hard to swallow.

Wang Pingquan picked up shredded potatoes of different thicknesses, touched Liu Heng with his arm, and gave Liu Heng a look. The latter shook his head and hesitated to speak.

Wang Pingquan's eyes looked strange and he sighed.

After the meal, Zhou Xiaotong helped the old lady go back to her room to rest. A pair of bad friends were left in the living room. Wang Biquan said bluntly:
"What, you didn't get it?"

"Hey, don't mention it. Today she took the initiative to find me. I was very happy, but she turned out to be asking about other boys."

"You are being used as a spare tire."

Wang Biquan looked gloating, but then he stopped laughing because Liu Hengzheng looked at him with a look of resentment.

He realized something and asked tentatively:
"Isn't it me that the school belle Zhou is asking about?"

Liu Heng nodded, his face even more resentful.

"Brother Wang, tell me the truth, do you also have thoughts about Xiaotong?"

"What can I think of a girl?"

"Then you run to Zhou's house all day long? If you like her, tell your brother the truth and I won't take it seriously."

Seeing Liu Hengqiang pretending to be calm, Wang Biquan knew that if he didn't make it clear, his brothers wouldn't be able to do anything, so he put his arm around the other person's shoulders and whispered:

"To tell you the truth, I am not interested in women under 50 years old. They are too superficial."

Liu Heng really believed it. Just when he was about to praise the other party's unique taste, he thought of something next and said with surprise:
"Could it be that you are treating Xiaotong and her grandmother..."

"Fuck you uncle!"

Wang Pingquan hit the back of the opponent's head with his backhand. This guy was indeed a descendant of Liu Luming, and his ideas were exactly the same.

Liu Heng rubbed his head and grinned. Wang Pingquan sighed and continued:

"Zhou's school beauty can be seen in the halls and in the kitchen. We don't see many women like her these days. You have to hurry up."

Liu Heng looked serious and nodded. At this moment, footsteps sounded outside. The two of them immediately stood up and drank tea while discussing the paintings on the surrounding walls.

Zhou Xiaotong walked into the living room and saw that they were pretending but did not expose it. She said to Wang Dingquan:
"Classmate Wang, thank you for coming to accompany my grandma."

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhou? I also have something to ask Professor Liu for advice."

"I see grandma is very happy tonight, and her memory is better than before. What did you talk about?"

"Most of them are related to history. You can talk to her more about this aspect. It may help her condition."

"okay."

After a few simple polite words, Wang Biquan stood up and left. Zhou Xiaotong wanted to persuade him to stay, but he declined.

Liu Heng on the side looked grateful when he saw this, and almost gave him a thumbs up in front of him.

After leaving Zhou Mansion, Wang Biquan took a breath of fresh air and walked towards the distance.

... (end of this chapter)