Once Ji Xiaowu left, the Ji family became much quieter.
Mingwei gets up early to go to school every day and goes home at night, so peaceful that he becomes a little bored.
Yang Shu didn't find a chance to check the files, nor did he find any clues about the private seal.
Jiang Wenfeng is busy with official duties and has not yet found time to go to Santai Academy.
Everything is clueless and life becomes more and more boring.
When she entered the academy that day, she said hello lazily and sat down in her seat.
Wei Xiaoan and others looked excited and gathered around.
After the kidnapping incident, the Wen sisters returned to class and were much more low-key than before. Another group of classmates, because of Wei Xiaoan, were very close to her and would call her whenever anything happened.
"Hey, have you heard?"
This opening statement means that something must have happened.
"What?" Mingwei was not very interested. All she could think about now was the identity of the mysterious man.
"Autumn hunting! The Holy Father decreed yesterday that there will be autumn hunting this year!"
Mingwei raised his eyelids: "What does this have to do with us?"
Autumn hunting is the tradition of this dynasty. Emperor Taizu was about to conquer the world. Although he established a country, the Southern Chu was not destroyed, the Northern Hu was uncertain, and the world was not yet unified. In order to maintain the war spirit, he was constantly intensifying his troops, and almost every year during his reign
There is autumn hunting.
It wasn't until the 27th year of Yuankang that the tragic incident occurred, and the autumn hunt was canceled for the first time.
Later, when Konshang ascended the throne, it was held several times. But later on, finances were tight, and Konshang himself was not keen on martial arts, so he postponed it year by year, and gradually stopped mentioning it.
Calculating the time, there must be no autumn hunting for ten years.
This is of course a great joy for the family of military commanders. Maybe they will rely on this opportunity to be appreciated and rise to prominence.
But what does it have to do with them? Even if they go to the hunting ground with their father and brother, they are just watching the fun.
"That's right, your family is a civil servant, so you probably don't care about this matter." Fang Jinping immediately showed an excited expression, "But this year is different! I heard that the imperial concubine and concubine Hui will go, as well as several princes..."
When Ming Wei heard this, why was there something wrong?
"What's the mystery here? Does the visit of the noble concubine and concubine Hui have something to do with us? And the prince..."
Wei Xiaoan patted her head and said in a panic: "Oh, why are you so ignorant! The prince is about to choose a step-concubine..."
"Yeah, well, there is also the third prince, he has reached his age too!"
"..." Mingwei finally understood, "You are saying that you want to use this autumn hunt to choose a concubine? Isn't this a bit strange..."
Why did you choose to hunt in the autumn when the princess was chosen? Does the prince have to be able to pull a stone bow and tame a fierce horse? Is the princess chosen or a strong woman?
Fang Jinping pushed Wei Xiaoan away: "Let me tell you! Here's the thing. It's Concubine Hui's birthday. The Holy Master originally intended to take advantage of Concubine Hui's birthday to invite the candidates for the prince's concubine to the palace and select them carefully. However, when asked,
However, Concubine Hui said that she had never left the capital since she entered the dormitory. There was going to be an autumn hunt this year and she wanted to experience it. She also said that it would cost too much to hold a birthday banquet and it would take a lot of money to prepare for the autumn hunt, so why bother?
To spend, I proposed to merge the two into one..."
"You know very clearly."
Fang Jinping looked proud: "Of course, I am well-informed!"
Mingwei couldn't help but smile. Her family was related to many distinguished people, so they were indeed well-informed.
"I think Concubine Hui's idea is really good. Who said hunting is their men's business? We can do it too!" Wei Xiaoan patted his chest, "Like us, we practice riding and shooting every day, so we are not necessarily worse than those idiots."
Ming Wei deeply agrees.
The female students at Mingcheng Academy are good at riding and shooting, and no matter how bad they are, they can still mount a horse and walk around.
"So, a lot of people will go this year?"
Fang Jinping said: "That's right! All officials above the fifth rank can go. Your uncle is from the fourth rank, right?"
Mingwei nodded.
Fang Jinping smiled and said: "Then we can all go!"
Mingwei is not optimistic: "It is impossible for all officials above the fifth rank to leave the capital. Qiu Xie will take at least a few days. Who will be able to run the country if they leave? They will definitely have to take a leave of absence."
With her uncle's honest look, he will definitely be arranged to stay...
Mingwei's words were absolutely correct. After school, she returned to Ji's house and heard Master Ji and Ji Ling discussing this matter.
Ji Ling had an angry look on his face: "Dad, why are you so honest? You just take turns when someone asks you to take turns? It's obvious that I'm jealous because I want you to get the chance to meet the saint, so I deliberately don't let you go."
Mr. Ji looked helpless: "What can I do if I deliver the wine in person? Besides, I can't carry anything with my shoulders and hands, so what can I do if I go there?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was slapped by her wife. Mrs. Ji put her hands on her hips and said: "You can't do it, but your son can! The boss is not you, and he is not the best in any of the six arts of a gentleman. Riding and shooting are totally out of the question. You want to
If you can go, wouldn't it be nice to take him with you and make a name for yourself in front of the Holy Master? He will be out next year. If he leaves a good impression, he might be ranked higher in the palace examination..."
Mrs. Dong secretly gave her mother-in-law a thumbs up.
Yes! My father-in-law is just too honest! If you can do nothing about other things, how can you let this matter go?
Being accused by his wife and children, Mr. Ji couldn't keep it off his face. He would definitely kill him if he came. A dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
"Anyway, I have agreed to take turns, what do you want to do?"
Mrs. Ji was so angry that she wanted to hit him on the head with a pot: "You are just too timid to show your face in front of the Holy Lord, so you just go with the flow! Old man Ji, I tell you, you have no future, and I don't ask for it. Marry the chicken and follow the chicken."
Admit it! But you can’t help but worry about your son’s future. Even if it’s not this time, you can’t do this in the future!”
Mr. Ji held his head and did not dare to speak.
Mingwei touched his chin and did not come forward to join in the fun.
What my aunt said makes sense. Maybe she should think of a way?
While she was still thinking, Duofu came over and quietly showed her the whistle on the palm of her hand: "Miss."
Mingwei was stunned for a moment and then smiled.
Really, if you want to doze off, a pillow will be sent to you.
She asked in a low voice: "Where are the people?"
Duofu pointed to the next door.
Mingwei followed her to the penthouse next door.
"Why are you here in broad daylight?" she asked Yang Shu in the side room.
Yang Shu was pouring tea into his mouth one after another, as if he were drinking. When he heard her ask, he stopped and said, "I need your help if I need anything."
Ming slightly raised his eyebrows: "What?"
Yang Shu curled his lips and showed a toothache expression: "You know that Qiu Lie wants to choose the prince's concubine, right?"
Mingwei nodded.
"The imperial concubine's wish is to settle my affairs as well."
Mingwei continued to nod: "Oh, congratulations."
Yang Shu jumped up and said, "You woman, do you have any heart?"
Mingwei blinked: "What are you talking about?"
"I..." Yang Shu was so angry that he couldn't figure out how to vent his anger. He could only pour himself another cup of tea, "Forget it."