Shen Yanqing knew nothing about the grading, so he relaxed after the exam.
The next day, he sent the snacks sent by Jiang Miao to Xu Ziwen and Mr. Wei. Xu Ziwen didn't bother to be polite to him, so he took out the snacks and ate them.
"This dried meat is even more delicious than the one I made before. It's spicy and chewy, and it tastes sweet. What kind of fruit is this snack made from? It's sour and sweet without being greasy at all..."
He tasted each one over and over again, and finally he was so full that he came over burping, but Shen Yanqing moved away in disgust.
He is obviously a rich young man, but every time he encounters food, he is like a starving ghost reincarnated. If Xu Ziwen hears his inner voice, he will definitely refute loudly.
Do you know what the dignity of a foodie is? The one who can stay sane when encountering delicious food is a god. Ordinary people can't do that anyway.
"Brother Shen, ask your sister-in-law to send more next time. I'll spend the money to buy it." Xu Ziwen smiled ingratiatingly. He had just eaten so happily that he had eaten most of it without realizing it. He felt pitiful when he thought of eating all the delicious food. Eating dry food, Xu Ziwen felt that he had no love in life.
Shen Yanqing glanced lightly, and the meaning clearly read "You are dreaming!"
Xu Ziwen sighed and fell back on his chair. Without delicious food, he had no energy to study.
After pretending to be pitiful to the blind man for a long time, Shen Yanqing remained indifferent, waved her hands with her back to him, and left with another snack.
Xu Ziwen held the pork breast in his mouth and chewed it carefully, reluctant to swallow it. He ate one piece less. How could he eat it to his heart's content?
While eating, Xu Ziwen's head turned quickly. Since Shen Yanqing's path was blocked, he could go find his little sister. After all, Xu Zilan and Jiang Miao had a close relationship. If he could trade with her directly, wouldn't he want to eat it? Eat as much as you like.
Thinking of the delicious food in the future, Xu Ziwen sat up immediately, took out the paper and wrote a letter to his sister. His future "happiness" all depends on her!
Mr. Wei was much more restrained in comparison. He put the snacks aside and first tested Shen Yanqing's homework in school.
"Shengjing Academy is full of talented people. You must not be arrogant. You need to be more humble. Although the Confucian scholars in Shengjing are not as good as teachers, they still have some real skills. After you enter, ask them for advice. If you don't understand anything, just ask them. Come and ask me as a teacher."
Knowing that Mr. Wei was instructing him, Shen Yanqing stood up and bowed.
"Disciple, remember."
"Well, let's go down."
Mr. Wei waved his hand to chase him away, mentally urging Shen Yanqing to leave quickly. He was going to have some snacks. Shen Yanqing didn't waste any time and walked out of the door briskly, almost bumping into someone at the corner.
The man was handsome, with majesty wrapped in his tall body. Shen Yanqing lowered his eyes and apologized, then left behind the servant of the Wei Mansion.
In the house, Mr. Wei was enjoying a sip of tea and snacks. He liked this hawthorn pot helmet, which relieves greasiness and promotes digestion. It is suitable for an old man like him.
After eating a piece, he was about to get it when the boy next to him suddenly came in and said, "Sir, the emperor is here!"
"What?" He stood up suddenly.
"Quickly prepare your appearance for me to welcome the holy driver."
"Teacher, there is no need to bother, I am the one who is bothering you." Zhao Jing helped Mr. Wei up who was about to kneel down and said with a smile.
"Why did the emperor condescend to come to the Cao Min's house? If you have anything to do, let the father-in-law report it, and the Cao Min will come into the palace immediately to reply."
"Since the teacher has returned to the capital, why not return to the court? No one can fill the position of Taifu except you." Zhao Jing came to persuade him to resume his post. In the court, Prime Minister Liu's faction became increasingly arrogant, and more and more ministers were available to him. The fewer people there are, the more Zhao Jing is thirsty for talents, he will personally come to his door to persuade him.
"The common people are old and weak and have no interest in officialdom. They just want to be idle common people. Please forgive me, the emperor."
Mr. Wei knelt on the ground and had made up his mind. Zhao Jing tried to persuade him several times but could not change his determination and had to give up.
"Hey, if the teacher is tired of ordinary people's life, you can just come back."
Zhao Jing didn't say anything, Mr. Wei agreed in a low voice, and the two of them stopped talking about this topic.
Zhao Jing took a sip of tea and thought of the young man he bumped into just now, and he was curious.
"I heard that the teacher has accepted another closed disciple?"
"Yes, Ziyan is a rare talent with excellent academic and moral character. In time, he will definitely make a difference in the court."
Zhao Jing knew that Mr. Wei wanted to train him as a minister of humerus. Shen Yan was from a poor family and had outstanding literary talent. With Mr. Wei's connection, there was no need to worry about his betrayal. He was most suitable to be a lone minister. Zhao Jing felt moved, but his eyes were dark and unclear.
"He still needs to grow up."
Mr. Wei understood that the emperor could not promote Shen Yanqing without asking anything. How far he would go depended on his own destiny. The two of them understood and stopped talking about Shen Yanqing.
Zhao Jing saw the exquisite snacks on the table. He who never eats sweets couldn't help but pick them up and take a bite. The sweet and sour jam spread in his mouth, and Zhao Jing's eyes were amazed.
"The snacks at the teacher's house are good, and the cook's skills are actually better than those in the palace."
Mr. Wei felt heartbroken when he saw that he had eaten several pieces, but this was also a good opportunity to show his disciple's face.
"I am a filial piety to Mrs. Ziyan. She is good at cooking and can cook whatever food she wants to taste like a human being."
"Oh?" Zhao Jing was more curious about Shen Yanqing and his wife. Not only was Shen Yanqing outstanding in talent and appearance, but his wife also had amazing craftsmanship, which was really rare in a poor family.
"If your Majesty doesn't mind, can you take this pack of snacks back and try it?"
Mr. Wei tried his best to gain favor with his apprentice. Although Zhao Jing felt embarrassed to take the teacher's things, he did not refuse the snacks because they were indeed delicious.
"Then I will accept it shamelessly."
The two chatted for a while, and then Zhao Jing started back to the palace. The young eunuch beside him opened the curtain, and Zhao Jing lifted her robe and stepped onto the carriage.
"Go to the eldest princess's mansion."
The coachman responded respectfully, and the carriage drove smoothly towards the princess's residence. Zhao Jing sat in the car with her eyes slightly closed, and the atmosphere around her was gloomy.
The little eunuch Jixiang didn't dare to show his anger for fear of disturbing the Holy Emperor. Every time he saw the eldest princess and the emperor, he felt disappointed and heavy. Thinking of that poor woman, Jixiang sighed heavily in his heart.
"Master, the emperor is here."
Aunt Qi came in with small steps, leaned over the bed and whispered in a low voice. The woman lying on the bed was still shocked, and her face turned pale for a moment.
"Let him in."
The eldest princess was washing and dressing up under the care of her grandma. She was about thirty years old and very beautiful.
Just because she was bedridden for a long time, she always had a melancholy look on her face and eyes, and there were a lot of gray hairs on her temples. Grandma Qi combed her hair and her nose was slightly sour, and she forced back the tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Aunt," Zhao Jing saluted, and the eldest princess waved her hand to let him get up. She looked very sick.
"Why is the emperor here...is there news from Rong Ning?"
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes bright astonishingly. Aunt Qi was afraid that she would fall and quickly held her up.
