yet

"Are you...ambitious?"

Wang Dingchang's expression was as calm as ever.

Wang Kang can also understand what his father means. What is the ambition he is talking about?

Because this determines the direction of the family.

Facing his father's eyes, Wang Kang said solemnly: "I don't!"

"Um."

Wang Kang smiled and said: "Actually, I still want to be a prodigal son with peace of mind, a spoiled wife and a beautiful family, and live a life of drunkenness and dreams..."

This is indeed his true idea.

Such days are so refreshing and carefree.

"There will be such a day." Wang Dingchang said solemnly.

"Yeah." Wang Kang nodded in disbelief.

As long as all the hostility is eliminated and the family is stable, it will be fine. But currently, it seems that it will take some time.

At this point, the conversation between father and son has ended. On weekdays, they often communicate through letters, and they understand various situations.

Wang Dingchang also relaxed and asked with a smile: "We are about to get married, how do you feel?"

"Tired!" Wang Kang spit out one word.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Dingchang laughed and said: "It's okay to be tired, but I didn't realize it. At that time, your mother and your grandfather also strongly opposed it and it was very tense."

"Your mother was so upset that she ran away from home. What she did was very simple. She just invited a few friends and had a simple meal."

He paused and then said: "Qingman and Yuyan are both good girls who want to be nice to others... Speaking of this, why did I hear that you and Xuan Pinghou's daughter, Zhang Xianxian, are somewhat involved? It's true

Fake?"

"Zhang Xianxian?"

Wang Kang was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said: "It's just rumors from outside, there is nothing..."

"Really?" Wang Dingchang always felt that his son seemed to have other emotions when he said this.

"real."

"Work harder," Wang Dingchang patted Wang Kang on the shoulder, "Zhang Xianxian, that girl is so tight. If you can get her, you'll be great!"

"I see how he, Xuan Pinghou, will raise his head in front of me from now on!"

"My father supports you in this matter!"

Seeing his father like this, Wang Kang was a little speechless, but he sighed in his heart that he did not abduct others, but almost let Zhang Xianxian abduct him...

I don’t know where she is now or what state she is in...

Wang Kang couldn't help but have mixed thoughts. The spies sent to Xuanwu City have been making inquiries, but so far, there has been no progress.

All we know is that Zhang Xianxian left Xuanwu City and has not returned yet. Her whereabouts are unknown and she is missing...

This also cast a shadow in his mind.

He always remembered that Zhang Xianxian fell ill when he was in Xinfeng County, and he took his pulse personally and vaguely detected a strange pulse...

To this day, he still can't figure it out.

But he knew that if it really existed, it might not be a good thing...

Wang Kang shook his head, shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, and looked at his father. There was always a question in his heart...

He said: "Father, I have something to ask."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Qingman is the successor of Taiyi Sect. Very little is known about this identity and it has not been exposed so far. Why, father, do you know so clearly?"

He still had something to say. He clearly remembered that on that day, his father not only revealed Li Qingman's identity, but also made it clear about the past of Taiyi Sect.

These things are quite ancient and secret, and they are taboo in all countries in the mainland...

Wang Dingchang paused for a moment, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. I'm afraid even he didn't expect that Wang Kang would ask this question.

He thought for a while and said: "I know that you have all kinds of doubts in your heart, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you about this right now..."

"All right!"

Wang Kang nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He suppressed the questions in his heart. He knew that since his father didn't say anything, there must be a reason not to say it...

"Well," Wang Dingchang stood up, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "As a father, I still say the same thing, whatever you want to do, just do it. As a father, you will always be behind you and support you!"

"Um!"

"Okay, it's getting late at night. Go to bed early. I'll be busy in the next few days."

Wang Kang understood the meaning of his father's words. As the wedding approached, all those dark ghosts would jump out.

"Father, please rest early." Wang Kang said, and then walked out of the house.

Wang Dingchang murmured: "Kang'er, it's not that my father didn't tell you, it's just that the time is not right yet..."

At this time, I was far away in Qingzhou, the Su family.

The Su family is a well-known local family, where Wang Kang's mother is from. The head of the family, Su Dingfang, once served as a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and was a famous scholar...

Although it was already night, Mr. Su's study was still bright, and he would read until late every night.

But today, there was an uninvited guest in the study. This person was Zhang Ao's counselor, Select.

Su Dingfang raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "I have nothing to do with Marquis Xuan Ping. Why do you have to visit me late at night and see me, an old man like Bai Ding?"

Selection showed some respect and said: "No one knows Mr. Su's name. You are a great scholar in the imperial court. When you were in the Hanlin Academy, you compiled books and biographies. How many of your disciples are old friends..."

"Don't talk nonsense. Please speak out for what purpose you have!"

"Then I'll tell you straight,"

Zhan Xuan said, taking out a piece of tissue paper with words written on it. He turned the tissue paper, put it in front of Su Dingfang, and said, "Take a look, what do you think of this article?"

Su Dingfang picked up the paper and put the candlestick down. Directly above it were three words, the Three-Character Sutra.

He started to look...

After a while, he put it down.

"What do you think of this article?" Zhanxuan asked,

"Change one word, it's the first book in Mongolian studies," Su Dingfang said bluntly.

"What if we don't change it?"

"One grain of mouse droppings ruins a pot of soup!"

The selection was immediately clear in his mind. The Marquis' prediction was indeed correct. Su Dingfang was a great Confucian, but also a corrupt Confucian.

What is a furu?

He only knows how to read and knows nothing about the world.

But when it comes to Su Dingfang, it's not just that. His thoughts are solidified and outdated, and he also accepts death...

And he also had his own theoretical research, the Theory of Evil Nature, and compiled a book explaining it.

What is the theory of evil nature? Simply put, it means that human nature is inherently evil.

Don’t underestimate it, this one-word difference has caused endless debate in the literary and ideological circles!

Literati look down upon each other, and when it comes to disputes over doctrine, they will inevitably refuse to give in.

Zhan Xuan thought about it and said again: "Do you know who wrote this article?"

"Who is it?" Su Dingfang asked, "Is it Hu Yanming? Or Bai Jianshi?"

"These two old guys have been arguing with me for many years..."

"No, it was made by your grandson...Wang Kang!"

"Wang Kang?" Su Dingfang had doubts in his eyes and was suddenly startled, "Is he the son of Su Rong? Does he have such talent and learning?"

"Absolutely true!"

Zhan Xuan said again: "Who among them doesn't know about Mr. Su's theories? They come from the same sect, but you have this kind of thing. This is..."

"You should know that your grandson is about to get married. Do you know who he wants to marry? The oiran of Yangzhou!"

"It's unreasonable. It's simply a misfortune for our family!"
Chapter completed!