Chapter 165: Admire the Miserable Green Boy in Our Family
Chapter 165
Yang Qian looked at the light cyan robe and couldn't see much difference from the light green robe.
Fortunately, although the official uniform is green, the hat is not, otherwise.
I might want to hang up my post and return to my hometown even before I become an official.
"Your Majesty will first confer on the child the rank of Xie Lv Lang, who is in the eighth rank, and then, using his position as a substitute, he will be demoted to the school secretary, who is in the ninth rank..."
Yang Ning stroked his sideburns and exhaled. "This is an excellent treatment."
It seems that the emperor's love for Qian'er is still the same, otherwise he would treat her so lightly.
What's more, it's hard to see someone being appointed an official before he becomes an official, and then using his position to compensate for his crime.
Seeing that Yang Qian was fine, Qin Qiong knew that staying here was just an attempt to upset the father and son, who had a lot to say.
He immediately said goodbye on behalf of a bunch of green trees and promised to visit again in a day or two.
Seeing Qin Qiong pulling Xu Shiji and others away who were unwilling to give up and had some thoughts, Yang Ning couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"Da Lang, although these friends of yours speak freely, they are all chivalrous people with a warm heart."
"Father, you don't need to praise them so much." Yang Qian just laughed. It seems that his father still maintains his dignity as a son.
Yang Ning: "..."
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The father and son rode their horses to return home, and sent their servants back to report first, so as not to worry Mr. Han.
With nothing to do, Yang Qian happened to ask his father what the hell his official position meant.
Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, rode his horse leisurely and slowly, and patiently began to write down the science for his son.
"Xielu Lang of Taichang Temple is in charge of music, and he is the eighth rank. In the Han Dynasty, he was called Xielu Duwei. Emperor Wu appointed this official for Li Yannian because of his good new voice.
As for the school secretary, he belongs to the secretarial department and is in the ninth rank. He is in charge of collating classics and correcting errors."
"My son is familiar with classics and is good at research. It is really more suitable for him to go to this secretarial department than to go to Taichang Temple to be a co-lover."
Yang Qian felt extremely melancholy when he listened to his father's explanation.
He is the protagonist, and the protagonist of Systematic Dad is so popular and famous, but what the hell department do they end up in?
If you’re not going to engage in music, you’re going to engage in literature. Isn’t this kind of development a bit too sloppy?
Yang Qian, who was in a rather relaxed mood, followed his father back to his house. Before he could enter, Zhili whispered.
"Sir, look over there... there is a little beggar named Gui Gui Chongchong."
Yang Qian turned around and looked in the direction Zhili was pointing. At the entrance of an alley not far away, a familiar little painted face appeared there.
This painted-faced Peter Pan, whose clothes were obviously thin in early winter, took a bite of cake from time to time.
It made that little painted face bulge like a painted hamster.
Yang Qian also had doubts in his heart, this boy was still following him.
I said hello to my father who was about to enter the house, then walked down the steps and headed towards the entrance of the alley.
He walked and stood five steps away from the entrance of the alley, looking at Peter Pan who was biting the pancake hard, puffing out his cheeks, and his eyes were still alert.
"Are you following me?"
Peter Pan, the colorful mouse, continued to chew the food, but pointed at his mouth.
Yang Qian: "..."
After much effort, he finally swallowed the food in his mouth, and the colorful-faced Peter Pan finally spoke.
"You are a good guy."
Zhili, who was following Yang Qian, curled his lips.
"You don't need to tell me this. Everyone knows that my young master is a rare gentleman."
Yang Qian, Peter Pan with a colorful face. "..."
When Zhili, a flatterer, interrupted like this, the colorful Peter Pan didn't even know how to answer the question.
The colorful-faced Peter Pan glanced at the cake in his hand. This was a gift from the young man in front of him yesterday.
"Can you give me a hand?"
"Why should I help you?" Yang Qian immediately laughed when he thought about the little brat running faster than a rabbit today.
"I, I can sell myself to you." The colorful-faced Peter Pan thought carefully and gave an answer.
Looking at this fragile boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, Yang Qian thought seriously.
"What is it that requires you to trade your freedom?"
The face of the colorful-faced Peter Pan suddenly darkened.
"My master, he is dead and I want to bury him."
Yang Qian looked at the boy who was holding the cooking cake tightly in his hand. Although he was holding back tears, his eyes were already red.
Yang Qian let out a long sigh, turned his back, gestured towards Zhili, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.
The colorful-faced Peter Pan looked at Yang Qian's back in confusion, his expression beginning to look desperate.
Zhili, who understood his young master's intentions, couldn't help but raise his hand and say hello.
"Why are you still standing there? Come here quickly."
The colorful-faced Peter Pan wiped his face, took another bite of the pancake, puffed up his cheeks and came out of the alley.
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"Master, mistress, the young master is back, but he led a little beggar to the back."
The servants of the mansion came to the front yard and reported to Yang Ning and Han who had already sat on the couch and started enjoying the tea.
Han was holding a piece of thick silk and gesticulating on the body of little Wugu with dark eyes and snow-skinned skin, thinking about making a thick coat for this little cutie, and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Little beggar?"
"Suck it... ha... it looks like it should be the poor kid who was hiding in the alley just now."
Putting down the teacup, Yang Ning stroked his sideburns and waved his hand gently. "Leave Qian'er alone, I believe he knows what's going on."
Han, who was naturally a husband and wife, nodded in agreement.
"Wugu, come here, you can choose what color silk you like, and my aunt can make you a new dress."
Yang Wugou looked at the colors placed in front of him very seriously, then stretched out his fleshy little hand and slapped it.
He patted it on the milky white silk cloth, revealing a cute and cute smiling face. It almost made Yang Ning and his wife burst into tears.
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When Yang Qian showed up, Han took Yang Qian's hand and asked him carefully with a happy face.
Naturally, Yang Qian did not dare to hide anything, so he could only take action for his righteousness in the sound of veteran cadre Yang Ning sucking... ha... drinking tea rhythmically.
After beating the Japanese envoy, the process of leaving a letter in Baibi was described in detail.
Of course, it is indispensable to describe how he behaved honestly and loyally after being called into the palace.
I could hear Han sometimes agreeing and other times simply exhaling nervously.
As for Xiao Wugou, he was nervously holding on to the corner of Yang Qian's clothes, fearing that if she let go, his little brother would fall into danger.
After hearing this, Mr. Han looked at his increasingly assertive son with a complicated expression.
"Your father is right, Dalang did a good job. But next time something like this happens, Dalang must think twice before acting."
"Yes, kid, you must remember that." Yang Qian nodded and smiled. "Try not to worry your father and mother."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Xiao Wugou taking steps forward and very carefully holding up the green official robe.
A pair of cute and bright black eyes looked at Yang Qian, with a sweet and bright smile.
"Okay, Da Lang, please quickly put on this official robe and try it on, so that your parents can appreciate our green boy."
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I’m so nervous. I’ll continue to ask for collections and recommendations when it clears up. I hope my dear book friends can subscribe more and it will start to explode tomorrow.