Chapter 29 Princess Aunt
Murong Ji walked around and lost interest.

He walked back to his residence, packed up, bought some gifts, hired a carriage, and headed towards the Wang family's ancestral home.

Although his mother Wang Zhixian had passed away, his uncle was still alive.

In ancient times, in-laws have always been a solid guarantee.

Even in later generations, there is a saying that goes, "Mother's uncle is the eldest."

These four words carry great weight.

Especially in rural areas, when the elderly in the family pass away, how to distribute the inheritance left behind? If the uncle divides it among the nephews, there may be a risk of embezzlement.

The village elders and the village chief? No, the extinction of the whole family is inevitable.

Then find someone who can keep things fair and has no financial disputes with them, who is it? My uncle.

In front of everyone in the village, the uncle divided the property between the two brothers, deciding who got the land and who got the money. After the division was completed, the village chief issued a document.

In this era where clan kinship is the most important thing, the word "uncle" is quite important.

Murong Ji stood in front of the door, exhaled slowly, and looking at the courtyard, he knew the confidence of the Wang family in officialdom.

There are strict regulations on the size, shape, and decoration of the residences of officials of the fourth rank. It is said that "the noble should not be inferior to the lower-ranking officials, and the humble should not be superior to the lower-ranking officials. This is the fixed position of officials and common people."

The reliefs on both sides of the outer wall were obvious, symmetrical and beautiful. Murong Ji looked at them several times but couldn't figure out what they were.

Just this one glance made Murong Ji feel like a country bumpkin.

Walking up to the door, the entire black gate seemed a bit heavy. In this era, only the gate of the imperial palace could be painted red, and only gates of the third rank and above could have other colors.

The rest are either grey or black.

Murong Ji knocked on the door, and the servant inside seemed to have known that someone was coming. He knocked a few times and then opened the door.

"Excuse me, sir, where are you from?"

Murong Ji clasped his fists and saluted, "Gusu Murong, I come to pay my respects to my grandmother."

The servant was startled, then gestured to another person.

He led Murong Ji into the mansion.

The mansion covers a quite large area, with several courtyards, a main hall, side rooms, study, garden and other buildings.

Of course Murong Ji couldn't see these.

What he saw were the carvings on the screen and walls, which emphasized symmetry, solemnity and elegance.

The decoration inside the courtyard mostly uses stone carving, wood carving, brick carving and other techniques, as well as art forms such as painting and murals.

Just these things made Murong Ji feel the heaviness of history.

Walking into the living room, he saw a woman sitting at the top of the table. Murong Ji was a little confused. Who was she?
The servant next to him said softly, "This is the Third Madam."

Murong Ji understood instantly. His third aunt, Wang Shen's wife, was the daughter of Emperor Shenzong (in history, she was the eldest daughter of Emperor Yingzong, but this is a fabrication). Should he call her Princess or Aunt?
"Replying to Madam San, Young Master Murong has been brought here."

Murong Ji took a step forward and bowed, "Nephew greets aunt."

"Come, lift your head and let me see."

Murong Ji then looked up. This aunt was not as pretty as Li Qingluo, but she was more dignified and majestic than him.

"Aunt." With this call, the relationship between the two seemed to be brought closer invisibly.

"Well, sit down. You must be tired from the journey."

"It's fine. Where's grandma?"

"Your grandmother went to visit a friend. If you had come a month earlier, you could have seen her." As she spoke, she raised her hand slightly, and the maid beside her served her tea.

Murong Ji was not polite and just drank it. Shy? Stage fright, that's nonsense.

In two lifetimes, he has seen all kinds of situations and has practiced hard, so what is there to be afraid of? !
"Your uncle hasn't finished his shift yet. When he comes back, you and your nephew can have a good chat. Let him see that this nephew whom he hasn't seen for a long time has grown into a handsome man."

Murong Ji put down his teacup and asked directly: "Aunt, when I was studying, I met a middle-aged man who was protected by the army. I knew he was not a simple person, and I made some agreements with him."

"But..." Having said that, Murong Ji directly took out the Tianwen Sword and handed it over. Thinking that his aunt might not be able to lift it, he put it on the table.

Gently pull out a section of the sword.

This action was quite presumptuous. Just by looking at my cheap aunt's expression, I could tell that I had scared her.

He felt a little helpless as he had a lot of questions to ask.

"This sword is one of the promises I made with him. I even received an imperial decree! Asking me to serve in the Western Army. I think it has something to do with that man... so..."

Murong Ji's words made the Princess of the Great Song Dynasty relax a lot. She had never seen the Tianwen Sword before.

"I did hear about your uncle's service in the Western Army." The aunt picked up the teacup and took a sip. She was startled just now and felt a little thirsty. She probably understood what kind of person this nephew was.

"The person who recommended you was Yang Bangyu, who said that he wanted you to gain some experience in the army. Humph, he had good intentions."

Murong Ji is not stupid. The Song Dynasty values ​​culture over military affairs. Sending a descendant of a family that made its fortune through literature to serve as a soldier at this time is not a good idea for his future.

"When you were studying, someone recommended you, but your uncle rejected your recommendation. However... I didn't get any information about the imperial edict this time."

Murong Ji was somewhat puzzled. This aunt was a relative of the Song Dynasty. How long had Emperor Shenzong died? If there was no news about Emperor Shenzong's daughter...

Suddenly, Murong Ji felt that he shouldn't have come to the capital.

"I don't know what happened this time, but your transfer order was suddenly sent to Yang Bangyu of the Western Army, and the order was sent directly to Gusu..."

Murong Ji suddenly realized what was going on. He just said, how come Murong Fu suddenly found him? !
"Knock, knock, knock" Three knocking sounds were suddenly heard outside the living room.

"Princess, the prince consort is back."

Murong Ji immediately stood up and walked outside. Before he reached the door, it was pushed open and a little old man in official uniform walked in.

"uncle"

Although he was called an old man, he was actually not old at all, in his early forties. Murong Ji knew that this man was Wang Shen, a good friend of Su Shi.

"Well, I haven't seen you for many years. You have grown stronger. You look so much like your mother, with these eyebrows and these eyes." He slowly touched Murong Ji's face, and tears began to flash in his eyes as he spoke.

"Okay, Ji'er has been tired all the way, let him go down and have a rest first."

Wang Shen came back to his senses. "Haha, yes, yes, go and rest first. Your uncle has gone out to work, and your grandmother has gone to visit friends. There are not many people at home..."

She dragged Murong Ji to the inner courtyard and arranged him in a yard, then sent a maid to stop him.

Murong Ji walked into the room and let out a long breath. The cold eyes of his relatives were uncomfortable, but their enthusiasm was also unbearable.

(End of this chapter)