The old scholar picked up his pen and danced. He soon wrote a line of small characters, then handed it to Zhang Feng and said, "this is the address. You can find it as long as you look for it."

Zhang Feng took the paper and glanced at it. It was impressively written: Wang Xi, who lives in the palace next to the Canal Street in the south of the Yangtze River.

After reading it, Zhang Feng folded the paper and arched his hand: "thank you very much."

"Don't be so polite with me."

The old scholar waved his hand and said carelessly, "as long as your boy is fine in Jiangnan."

Then he pointed to the course on the table: "give me the course and I'll take it back to the Academy."

Zhang Feng quickly got up and looked at the course. He found that the ink had dried up, and then handed it to the old scholar: "when is the year-end exam scheduled?"

The old scholar took the course, looked at it, and then said, "probably in two months."

Zhang Feng frowned. He wanted to wait until he took the year-end exam. Now it seems that it's too late. This time has been postponed to the new year. He thought and said, "old scholar, I can't take the year-end exam. Tell your teachers."

The old scholar knew that Zhang summit had said so, but when he heard it with his own ears, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He smiled and scolded: "why don't you say it yourself?"

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly. If he went to talk to his mentor, he wouldn't be punished to death? But he wouldn't say this in front of the old scholar, so he said, "I'm leaving soon. There's no way to say it. Let's talk about it."

"Just, just."

The old scholar sighed. Knowing Zhang Feng's difficulties, he didn't intend to tease this guy. He smiled and said, "OK, I'll talk to those old friends."

Then he turned and opened the door and went straight to the door.

Looking at his back, Zhang Feng showed a trace of reluctance. Since he knew the old scholar, the other party has always treated himself like a nephew and returned a message of good friends to himself. This friendship is really better than ordinary teachers and apprentices. For such a moment, he didn't even want to leave, but he had to go to Jiangnan, because there is Yu yu'er there, And the clan.

"Sir, everything is ready."

Du Wisteria came over.

Zhang Feng's meditation was interrupted. He glanced at Du wisteria and said faintly, "inform me and leave for Jiangnan tomorrow morning. You and your servant will stay."

There was a complicated look in Du Wisteria's eyes. In fact, he wanted to go with the master, but when he heard the master's words, his mood immediately fell to a low. Of course, he also knew why the master left him. It's impossible for such a big Zhang house to be taken care of by no one. Others are unreliable and can only leave themselves.

It was night, and it was getting dark. Zhang's house seemed to be deserted. There was no laughter in the past, no usual gossip and nonsense, and only the lonely lights in the garden.

Pieces of leaves fell from the trees, as if sad about Zhang Feng's departure.

There was no snow tonight, but there was still a creaking sound in the yard. It was the sound of the servants on patrol stepping on the fallen leaves. They seemed to be very diligent tonight. They spared several big circles in Zhang Feng's room for fear of anything unusual.

Because they know that the master will start tomorrow morning. Now they can take a look at it. Otherwise, they don't know when they can see it in the future. In addition, they are out of the loyalty of their servants. Since they entered Zhang's house, they seem to be deeply tied to the master. Now the master suddenly wants to leave. They are reluctant to give up.

1、 The night passed quickly. Zhang Feng got up early in the morning. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Du Wisteria standing outside the door.

"Good morning, old Du."

Zhang Feng yawned and said with a smile, "let everyone escort you to dinner, then gather in the front yard and get ready to go later."

Du Wisteria nodded and left.

Zhang Feng also went to the hall to prepare for dinner. Unexpectedly, the second daughter had already arrived. Seeing Zhang Feng coming, Qi Qi got up: "childe Zhang."

"Sit down. After dinner, we're ready to go."

Zhang Feng waved to the two women to sit down, then picked up a bowl of porridge and looked at the two women: "it's far away on the road to Jiangnan. You have to eat more, otherwise you can only eat dry food on the road."

Chang'an is hundreds of miles away from the south of the Yangtze River. Although there is a post station on the way, it is impossible to have fresh food when you are hungry. Moreover, there is nothing delicious in Zhang's house on the road. To put it mildly, I'm afraid even the dry food of Zhang's house can't match, so it's better to eat when you go.

A complicated look flashed in Zhang Yuyao's eyes. She was still infatuated with Chang'an. After all, she was born and raised in Guanzhong. If childe Zhang didn't go to Jiangnan this time, she might never leave Chang'an. However, since she was going to Chang'an, there was nothing to say. She nodded and ate porridge.