Chapter 90 Asking for Leave
Wang Ruofu was also a little hesitant.

I came up with this idea on impulse before, but now after listening to what my mother said during the day, I feel a little unsafe as a woman without a husband, son or nephew by my side.

But Wang Ruofu took back what she had just said just a few days later. She felt embarrassed, and she really wanted to go back to her uncle's house to see the place where she lived as a child.

Thinking of this, Wang Ruofu glanced at Sheng Hong lightly.

Forget about my husband. It’s good enough that he agreed to let my uncle and his family come. There’s no way he would take leave to accompany me to do such a meaningless thing.

Even her son couldn't do that. Wang Ruofu didn't dare disturb Changbai's mind at this time.

There is no need to even think about my nephew. It is impossible for me to ask my nephew who is far away in Youyang to make a special trip for me and then escort him to my uncle's house.

"How about listening to mother and asking Wenyuan to transfer a few guards from his house?"

Wang Ruofu was afraid that Sheng Hong would disagree, so she asked cautiously, "I heard that the personal guards of noble families have been blessed for generations, and have been trained as soldiers since childhood, so they are very trustworthy."

Sheng Hong frowned when he heard this.

If I bother Yang Wenyuan before the marriage, will it annoy him or his family?

Yang Wenyuan had been in Sheng's academy for such a long time, and Sheng Hong had a general idea of ​​his personality. He would not refuse for such a small matter, nor would he take it to heart.

But I was afraid that the Yang family would find out about this, keep it in mind, and have a bad impression of my family.

Wang Ruofu saw Sheng Hong frowning and remaining silent, and after a moment she also thought of the connection.

If Hualan was looked down upon by the Yang family because of me, I would really regret it.

He immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it. I'll think about it in the next few days. I'll either go myself or send someone to go. It's better not to trouble the Yang family."

Seeing this, Sheng Hong wanted to say something, but after a pause, he closed his mouth again.

……

A spring rain came quietly.

The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of soft gauze, with a hint of moisture in the grayness, and life seemed to have added a bit of poetry.

The students of Sheng Family School were naturally happy to join in the fun.

I composed a poem to the drizzle outside.

Chang Feng, who loves to make trouble, has no talent for poetry.

Qi Heng is also average.

Only the long cypress is okay, but the poem does not have the feeling of spring rain bringing life back to life, but rather a sense of sadness for autumn.

Yang Wenyuan immediately guessed that Changbai must have been thinking of the long-lost Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, otherwise he would not have come up with such an artistic conception.

This is also the reason why Changbai and Gu Tingye become close friends.

Both of them expressed their hope that the imperial court would recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun and were eager to personally help.

But Yang Wenyuan was not so anxious. After all, a war cannot be won by just talking or thinking.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

As long as the development of explosives is completed and Yang Wenyuan comes to power in the future, recovering the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun will not be a dream.

Yang Wenyuan was fantasizing in his mind, but he still had to deal with the current situation.

After everyone finished writing their poems, they also clamored for Yang Wenyuan to write a poem along with them.

They all knew about the poem Yang Wenyuan had composed for Hualan before, so they were not satisfied with the few lines Yang Wenyuan had made up, and they insisted on re-composing it.

Yang Wenyuan had no choice but to look around. Finally, he looked at the forsythia flowers under the eaves not far away, whose petals were scattered due to the continuous impact of rain. He chanted softly:
"The spring rain has suddenly stopped, and the withered flowers are half gone."

"..."

"What happened next?" Seeing that Yang Wenyuan was silent for a long time and still didn't speak, the impatient Chang Feng asked hurriedly.

Yang Wenyuan was a little embarrassed at this moment: it seems that being a plagiarist is not that easy. What's next?

I forgot about it later!
In fact, Yang Wenyuan knew some famous poems, such as "The rain on the street is as soft as butter, the grass looks green at a distance but is not there when you get close", but they all don't fit the scene.

And then……

And then nothing happened.

Yang Wenyuan didn't prepare a speech in advance, so he couldn't think of it for a while. The more anxious he was, the harder it was for him to think of. Then, looking at the withered flowers, this sentence suddenly popped up in his mind. But it was obvious that his brain was exhausted after trying its best to squeeze out this sentence, and there was not a drop of energy left for the rest.

Fortunately, Chang Feng started talking, so Yang Wenyuan slapped his head and said regretfully: "Oh, you interrupted me and I forgot the poem I just thought of!"

"..."

Chang Feng looked at Yang Wenyuan's exaggerated expression and had reason to suspect that he was being scammed.

Since it was raining, Yang Wenyuan didn't want to set out in the rain, so his plan to leave for Bailu Academy was put on hold.

It's nice to stay at home and enjoy the rain on a rainy day, but it would be terrible if you want to go out far away.

So Yang Wenyuan studied hard every day, waiting for the rain to stop.

Hualan wanted to find Yang Wenyuan these days.

But Nanny Kong was very strict in class, and by the time the get out of class was over, Yang Wenyuan had already gone home.

Hualan naturally listened to her grandmother and was worried about the inconvenience of her mother's travel.

So I thought that Yang Wenyuan usually brought so many guards with him when he traveled. Since he was studying in Bian Jing now, he didn't need so many guards, so he could give some of them to his mother to look after her along the way.

As for whether it would have any impact on her, Hua Lan didn't care.

But unfortunately, I didn’t meet him again after coming a few times.

Hualan was also embarrassed to ask Changbai to help pass the message.

After all, she had just scolded Changbai not long ago, and she still had to maintain her dignity in front of her younger brother.

Fortunately, it rained these few days, so her mother Wang Ruofu was not in a hurry to go out. Hualan was not in a hurry, otherwise she would not have cared about her sister's dignity.

The spring rain has stopped temporarily.

The clouds are gone and the rain has stopped, the sky is clear and bright.

On this day, Zhuang Xuejiu left after class, and Yang Wenyuan hurriedly followed him.

He stopped Zhuang Xuejiu at the corner archway.

"Sir, I have to go back to my hometown recently to inform the elders in my clan about the marriage in the autumn, so I have to ask for some leave from you. But don't worry, I will make up for the lessons when I come back."

Zhuang Xuejiu shook his head slightly. The college entrance examination would be held soon...

But he couldn't refuse this reason, so he said helplessly: "Go ahead, the college entrance examination is coming soon, and you've been away for such a long time, I don't know if you will have enough time to catch up on your studies when you come back."

Yang Wenyuan nodded and bowed to take his leave.

Zhuang Xuejiao looked at Yang Wenyuan's retreating figure and whispered, "Either the weather is cold and classes are suspended, or they need to take leave to get married. If this continues, I don't know how many people in this room will be able to take the palace exams."

When Yang Wenyuan returned to the school, Qi Heng and Chang Feng had already left, leaving only Chang Bai still studying at the desk.

Yang Wenyuan stepped forward and said, "Changbai, I have to go back to my hometown in a couple of days, so I won't be here for the time being."

"go back home?"

Changbai thought about it for a moment, and immediately understood why Yang Wenyuan came here. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will write down everything that Master Zhuang has said in class during this period, and I will send a servant to deliver it to your house later."

Yang Wenyuan naturally thanked him.

　I'm going to my sister's place next week, I'm saving the manuscript
　　
　
(End of this chapter)