"Mr. Ye, Little White is missing. What should we do?”
Early in the morning, Zhuang Yan stood in front of Ye Yuan's house with tears in his eyes.
"You lost Little White?"
Ye Yuan's voice came from the bedroom. After a moment, he opened the door.
"Wild foxes have just been domesticated, but they are wild and difficult to tame. It's normal to lose them.”
Ye Yuan was not surprised by this result.
Zhuang Yan liked the little white fox very much. He didn't want to tie it up with a rope or put it in a cage. It would be strange if he didn't throw it away.
" How could this be? I'm so good to Xiao Bai…"
Zhuang Yan wiped his tears and looked very sad.
Seeing this, Ye Yuan smiled.
This was very similar to when he was young. He had once raised an injured bird. Later, when the window opened, the bird flew away without any intention of nostalgia.
Many emotions were just wishful thinking of humans. This was something that adults would understand. Children would be sad for a while, but it would pass eventually.
Ye Yuan patted Zhuang Yan's shoulder and asked.
"Where's your father?"
"At home."
"You didn't go to class today?"
"Yes, I haven't slept since I came back last night. I've been sitting in the study room in a daze.”
Ye Yuan was surprised.
"I'll go see your father."
This was a strange thing. Zhuang Mochen was a workaholic. He wished he could spend the entire day in school. Even if he was resting, he should be watching Zhuang Yan's homework.
He actually sat there all night. What happened?
When they arrived at the Zhuang family, they saw Zhuang Mochen sitting there in a daze. When he saw Ye Yuan, he came back to his senses and forced a smile.
"Mr. Ye is here."
Ye Yuan saw his dry lips and poured him a glass of water.
"Thank you for taking care of me these days, Mr. Zhuang. However, no matter how good our relationship is, we can't always eat and live for free. Here is the money for my house and food.”
Ye Yuan took out a few taels of silver and placed them on the table.
This was a matter on his mind, and today was his day.
"What are you talking about? You and I are good friends. How can I charge you for your meal? My Yan Er has also been taken care of by you these days. According to what you said, I have to give you money?”
Zhuang Mochen shook his head.
"I'll accept the room fee. If I don't accept it, I'm sure Mr. Ye won't let it go. As for the meal fee, forget it.”
Ye Yuan was not surprised by this result. He did not say anything and took back the extra money.
"Mister Zhuang, what do you mean by sitting here all night?”
Zhuang Mochen sighed and took out a piece of paper filled with words.
"Mr. Ye, take a look."
Ye Yuan picked it up and took a look.
"It's actually the court bulletin of the Imperial Court."
The so-called court bulletin referred to a newspaper that regularly produced official documents such as the emperor's edict, imperial edict, and official memorials, as well as information about major events in the palace. It was delivered to the officials of the world by messengers, so that the people of the world could grasp the latest information about the imperial court.
After all, Zhuang Mochen was once a fourth-rank official, so it was normal for him to have access to the court bulletin.
It was just that he had already resigned, yet he was still paying attention to the news of the imperial court. This made Ye Yuan guess that it seemed that Mr. Zhuang was still unwilling to resign. Although he said that he would spend the rest of his life in the village and educate his students, he was still hot-blooded...
A thought flashed across Ye Yuan's mind as he swept his gaze across the court bulletin.
With just a glance, he revealed a strange expression.
"The emperor actually issued an edict to punish himself?"
"More than that! The emperor also vindicated those Daoists who were killed unjustly, compensated their families, buried their bodies, and ordered that no more people be arrested. All the Daoists captured in various places were given travel expenses to return…"
Zhuang Mochen said.
"What Tian Zi has done can be considered as making up for his mistakes. Why does Mr. Zhuang seem to be dissatisfied?”
Ye Yuan asked.
"Sigh, to be honest, when I first saw this news, I thought that the Son of Heaven had come to his senses and was going to be a wise ruler again. However, after a secret discussion with the county magistrate, I found out the inside story…It turned out that not long ago, the Son of Heaven accidentally killed a Daoist and angered an immortal. He cut off his immortal fate. In order to reunite with the immortal, the Son of Heaven tried his best to make up for his mistake!”
Zhuang Mochen's eyes were filled with pain.
"Is longevity really that important? Were the people of the world worthless for that illusory immortal encounter?”
Ye Yuan could understand where Zhuang Mochen's pain came from.
Regardless of whether Emperor Qian was doing good or bad things, his motive was to seek immortality for himself.
This was not how a ruler should behave.
He couldn't see any hope for the future of Qian Country, which was why he was in so much pain.
It was precisely because he was troubled at the moment that he did not notice Ye Yuan's increasingly strange expression.
"Why does this so-called immortal sound like me?”
Ye Yuan felt a little guilty. Before he left, he had casually dug a pit. Could it be that Emperor Qian had jumped into it?
"May I ask Mr. Zhuang, how long ago was this news?”
"It might have been more than ten days. After all, Little Ning County is remote, and the court bulletin usually comes slowly.”
Ye Yuan was more and more certain of his guess. The time was completely right.
If Emperor Qian knew that there was no immortal and that he was deceived by me, he would be in deep trouble…
Ye Yuan muttered in his heart, but there was nothing to be afraid of.
It was too difficult to find a person in the feudal era.
He looked at Zhuang Mochen and comforted him softly.
"Although the Son of Heaven is not like a ruler, the things he has done recently are still good. Teacher should be more at ease.”
Zhuang Mochen nodded and closed his eyes.
Ye Yuan sighed and could not persuade him anymore. He could only go back and chase Zhuang Yan away.
Your father is in a bad mood. As his son, how can he not be by his side?
However, Zhuang Yan was not in a good mood either.
It would be difficult for this father and son pair to say anything.
Ye Yuan smiled faintly and looked at the old locust tree.
Feeling Ye Yuan's gaze, the old locust tree shook its branches and leaves happily.
Ye Yuan was a little envious.
"Although the old tree cannot speak, at least he has stepped into the threshold of cultivation. But what should I do? He was focused on cultivation, but his cultivation method seemed to be wishful thinking.”
He took out the ancient jade that the City God had given him from his sleeve. No matter how he looked at it, it was a treasure, but he could not figure out the secrets within it.
It was really worrying.
In this world, if one did not cultivate, it would be a wasted trip.
However, where should he find this cultivation method?
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a tender voice.
"Sir, sir…"
Ye Yuan looked around.
"Are you calling me?"
The voice sounded again.
"Mr. Ye, it's me. Greetings, Mr. Ye…"
Ye Yuan's expression turned cold. This voice actually came from his room?
What was going on? He had just gone out for a while, and a thief had sneaked in?
He looked at the old tree and felt a little confident. With this guy around, he was not without help.
She pushed open the door and saw a small figure.
"Are you talking to me?"
It was Zhuang Yan's lost little fox…
At this moment, he stood up respectfully.
"Yes, Mr. Ye."
He opened his mouth and spat out a golden silk.
"Mr. Ye, I'm here to ask for your advice!”
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