The sentry posts in the courtyard were set up to guard the people, and they were so solemn and dignified that they entered the county governor's office and sent someone to report.
There are three invigilators in the county who review the children's qualifications for the imperial examination. They are on duty in turns. In addition to Lan Chongwen and Zeng Lian, there is also Mr. Yang Caiyang.
At this time, Lan Chongwen came out of the courtyard and was about to take over Master Yang's errands. He saw Yu Fan and several children waiting outside.
When Yu Fan saw Lan Chongwen passing by, he stood up and saluted: "Student Yu Fan has met Mr. Lan."
Several children also saluted and said: "Master Lan."
"Oh, it turns out it's Mr. Yu, but what's the matter?" Lan Chongwen smiled very warmly. Yu Fan's father, Yu Chengen, was a familiar acquaintance. The local faction in the county had a banner. Although he was born in the capital, his names were listed as being from the imperial airborne faction, and this
The camps of our generation are different, but there is no need to offend.
"I reviewed my homework late last night and missed the review time in the morning. Please ask Mr. Lan for some help." Yu Fan cupped his hands and spoke, while several children just stood behind Yu Fan and bowed silently.
Lan Chongwen thought carefully and realized that there was actually a follow-up inspection in the evening. At this time, it was just to save the young master's time, and it was not a big deal. He immediately responded: "Follow me."
"Thank you, Lord Lan." Yu Fan said again with cupped hands and walked through the solemn garden. After a while, he came to Lan Chong's study room. There were some standard furniture in the room, which was obviously used for resting while on duty.
Yu Fan only saw a cabinet, all locked and sealed. These were confidential documents. He didn't look at them too much and just stood with his hands down.
"Bring your tokens." Lan Chongwen sat in front of the case, looked up several people's records, took the tokens, checked carefully and pointed to the rice paper: "Write your name here and press your fingerprints, that's it."
When Yu Fan and others heard this, they all said yes, wrote down their names, pressed their fingerprints, took back the tokens, and then thanked them and left.
All the way out of the Yamen, when Yu Fan passed by the wonton stall, he looked carefully, but the master and servant were nowhere to be seen.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Brothers, please go back to the inn. I want to go back to my house."
Several children were stunned. They thought it was an urgent matter at home and did not dare to ask any more questions. They responded: "Brother Yu said so, so we won't bother you much and go back to the inn to wait."
"Okay." Yu Fan nodded when he heard this, stopped talking, stopped a car, and headed towards Yu Mansion.
After Yu Fan left, the few children left behind began to murmur.
"Master Yu, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly come back?"
"I don't know, maybe I miss the beauty in my house." Someone teased.
"Forget it, forget about him, let's go back to the inn and wait. The Yu family is big, and it will be of great benefit to us." A child said.
As soon as he said this, several children immediately agreed: "This is true."
The inn here is not too far away, so I talked nonsense and walked back to the inn step by step.
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I saw two large stone lions squatting on the left and right of the door. There was a bit of golden light in their eyes, and light green magic patterns were carved on their foreheads. They were actually magic weapons that had been passed down for hundreds of years to defend against enemies.
There are seven steps in a row, which are the former candidates. Although the title has long been lost, the shape can be retained as a legacy of glory.
The black plaque hangs with the word "Yu Mansion" and the iron painting and silver hook, which are the words left by Yu Wenxian at that time. It is truly a master's handiwork, and it still makes people look at it with awe.
It's just that in front of the Zhuqi Gate, the armored men given by the imperial court no longer were reduced to the status of door guards. Although they still practiced martial arts according to the rules of armored soldiers, they did not have the right to wear armor and could only be called dark armor, so their demeanor was definitely a step lower.
When they saw Yu Fan returning to the mansion, all the Anjia people in the mansion were bowing and the rules were strict.
Yu Fan just ignored him and walked inside. The Yu family was originally governed by military laws. The ancestor Yu Wenxian followed Taizu to conquer the world. He accumulated popularity as Marquis Jingwen and became the governor of Yingzhou. There was a shrine in front of him and he was buried after death.
In Huangding Mountain, which has excellent Feng Shui, the family became blessed by the gods.
Up to now, generations have passed, in-laws are spread all over the county, and there are constant officials. In this generation, Yu Fan's father served as the magistrate of Nancang County, representing the official banner of the Yu family and the vassal families.
Since the governor of a state was demoted to the magistrate of a county, the influence of the court was gone, but he could still be called the commander of the county. His fortune was flourishing, and he was surrounded by yellow air to protect him during the annual grand ceremony, and he was called the Golden Mansion.
After thinking about it, I drove all the way and arrived at the inner palace in a blink of an eye. There were lush forests and bamboos, rockery and flowing water, and the snowy weather was all flowing. If you touch it with your hands, you will find that the spring water is warm.
It turns out that the Feng Shui location was chosen back then. There was a small hot spring on the hill in the back garden, which was used as a source of flowing water, which was inexhaustible all year round.
Yu Fan looked at the flowing water, a beautiful scene he had been familiar with since childhood, and his face relaxed a little. He exhaled and walked into the hot spring garden.
The garden is paved with pebbles and has lush deciduous trees on both sides. Not only is it a hot spring, it is also a magic formation set up by experts, which changes the local environment and has the wonderful effect of nourishing people and extending their lives.
The deeper you go, the more water vapor becomes. Until you reach the end of the cobblestone path, your eyes suddenly become clear. The white fog dissipates, and a covered pavilion is revealed. A middle-aged scholar sits with his back to the railing, quietly watching the clouds and mist.
After the change, in a trance, you can see the spiritual energy overflowing from your body, unlike an ordinary person.
The middle-aged scholar noticed Yu Fan's arrival, and without turning around, he said with a smile: "Fan'er is restless. Your Taoism is still shallow and you are unable to maintain your health. This state of mind is not good for your health, and it is not good for building the foundation of Taoism..."
The sound was like a broken gong, unpleasant and terrifying, and completely inconsistent with his appearance.
Yu Fan secretly felt a shiver in his heart. This uncle injured his lung meridian in a martial arts fight in the past, so he was recuperating here. Regardless of the county minister's family, the children also have their own responsibilities, whether they are literary, military, legal or official.
He immediately sat down on the stone pier at the spring and said, "Uncle, you are practicing self-cultivation and should not disturb me, but I feel uneasy and want to hear your opinion."
The middle-aged scholar said "hmm" and sat on the chair, holding a cup and drinking tea, tapping the still green bamboo on the pavilion with his knuckles.
After a moment, I heard him say gently: "Just tell me, what trouble will you get into?"
"Uncle Mingjian, according to your predictions and instructions, I went to Taiping County and took 20,000 silver to make friends with relevant people, thinking that I would improve my family's connections..." Yu Fan told the situation one by one, without exaggerating or concealing anything.
Finally, he said: "...This was not within my uncle's expectation, so I must be cautious and suspicious."
"You didn't take the lead?" The middle-aged scholar closed his eyes and remained silent, frowning for a moment. He didn't say a word until he finished listening. Then he sighed for a long time and fell into deep thought again.
After a moment, he frowned even more: "I calculated your process, your luck has changed, someone intercepted some of your luck, I will take a look..."
Before he finished speaking, his fingers couldn't help but tremble.
"Uncle!" Yu Fanhuo stood up and shouted urgently: "You can't use your magical power like this. You have been demoted to Taoism. If you continue to overdraw like this... sooner or later..."
Yu Fan couldn't continue, but the middle-aged scholar continued for him: "Sooner or later, will it fall apart and turn into a ball of dust and disappear in the world?"
"Haha, who in this world has not turned into dust? If I dare to be rebellious and say something here, maybe I will be immortal..."
At this moment, he suddenly stopped talking, and tears burst out of his eyes. The forest was completely quiet and empty, with only the sound of the wind heard. He was a little more frightened out of thin air. After a while, he smiled and said: "The road is hopeless. It's just a living, so what's the point of loving it?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and murmured: "What's left is just gratification and grudges to comfort me in this life. Even if I can do some things at home, my grandfather's cultivation will not be in vain."
Yu Fan broke out in a cold sweat at first, but fortunately his uncle did not continue speaking. He was silent at this time. Although he could not agree with it, he always felt that he was still the same child as he was when his uncle was alone.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." The middle-aged scholar shook his head and sneered twice: "The Dragon King's banquet was planned for you last year by me using my master's method, innate divine calculations and star power to peer into the sky and communicate with your destiny.
By chance, you dare to break my game, but you have to meet this kid and see who is behind it."
After saying that, he got off the Yunwu Pavilion, revealing a weathered face, vaguely handsome back then, but with gray hair on his temples.
He only glanced at Yu Fan, then took a step forward. A gust of wind blew through the hot spring, and the clouds and mist shrouded him before he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Uncle!" Seeing the figure suddenly disappear, dense beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Yu Fan's forehead.
My uncle was extremely talented, but he was not the eldest son. In order to prosper his family, he switched to the Immortal School after passing the imperial examination and learned Taoism. However, he missed his future and had no chance of becoming a Jinshi.
Over the years, my uncle has resisted countless cold arrows, fought countless legal battles, and worked hard for the sake of the family. Gradually, his lifespan has dried up, and he has to stay here to recuperate.
But he can also use magic to predict great luck, avoid disasters and seek good luck, and strive for good luck. He is the most qualified among the direct descendants, so he has a complete prediction chart.
Yu Fan's original intention this time was that something had changed and he wanted his uncle to give him some advice. How could he have thought that it would trigger his uncle to escape from confinement?
My uncle spies too much, so hiding in this hot spring forest is okay. As soon as he goes out, there will be a backlash. Thinking of this, Yu Fan feels a lot of hatred in his heart: "What if something happens to my uncle's health outside? How can I explain to the clan?"
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"If I had known this, I would rather kill Shuzi privately or use my father's connections. No matter what, I would not come here alone!"
When I turned to the door, I still saw no one. I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't follow the way I came. I just picked the path in the forest and walked towards my home, stopping and walking, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, full of worries.
Yu Fan was in a heavy heart. He just hoped that his uncle would come back after taking a look from a distance. He hoped that no one would know about it. If the clan knew that he alerted his uncle for a trivial matter, he would be punished.
Even if they are not punished, they will lose a lot of face and cause a lot of trouble in the future.
As I was thinking about it and walking, I saw that the sky was getting darker and darker, and the forest looked dark and gloomy. As I walked, I suddenly trembled and said bitterly: "It's all because of this!"
The initial hesitation immediately turned into determination.
If it weren't for Ye Qing, how could he end up in the second place? If it weren't for Ye Qing, how could he alarm his uncle?
Thinking of this, he walked out of the forest. When Yu Fan arrived at his residence, the servants rushed up to him and said, "Master, please change your clothes. It's windy outside. Keep yourself from the cold!"
Yu Fan allowed them to wait on him and just said: "Invite these two gentlemen. I have something to ask them."