The next day, Mr. Ji went to the Imperial Academy and Jijiu personally invited him there. He said that there were enough people on duty and added him to the list of chauffeurs for autumn hunting.
Mr. Ji was in a daze. His first reaction was that he didn't need to be scolded. He was surprised and happy, and thanked him repeatedly. When he left, he thought to himself, "Jiujiu is such a good person!"
Looking at Mr. Ji's leaving figure, a clerk was filled with envy and jealousy: "This Mr. Ji is so lucky. I don't know what the nobles like about him. He helps me in every possible way."
Ji Jiu smiled and said: "Master Ji is a straightforward person, and he has learned a lot. There are always people who have a discerning eye."
I thought, since it was the Imperial City Secretary who came to say hello, it must be that person. There have been a lot of rumors about him recently, and they are all related to the niece of the Ji family. What can I do about this? I can only say that Ji Shu is true.
Good luck.
After school, Mr. Ji came home and told Mrs. Ji that she didn't believe it: "There are only a few places for the Qiu Hunting Driving Company, and every carrot is a pit. Who is so kind as to give up the place to you?"
Mr. Ji said: "Anyway, that's what the sacrificial wine said."
Mrs. Ji sneered: "How can that old fox be so kind? How many times did you ask him for favors when you had the opportunity to be promoted? You usually pretend to be a good person, but if he hadn't been conniving, how could others bully you like that?"
After saying that, seeing Mr. Ji's disapproving look on his face, he cursed: "You damn old man, you don't take my mother's words seriously!"
Mr. Ji expressed that he was wronged: "Before I couldn't go, you had to scold me. Now that you can go, why are you still scolding me? Are you an old woman unreasonable?"
"Bah!" Mrs. Ji had probably accumulated enough in her daily life and took this opportunity to release it. "Is it your credit for being able to go? Maybe some noble person couldn't bear it and helped you. It's none of your business.
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Mr. Ji couldn't make any noise, so he could only shut up.
Mingwei came back from school and saw this scene.
The uncle and aunt were quarreling in the main room - to be precise, it was the aunt who was scolding the uncle. The eldest cousin was playing with Pearl in the yard and pretended not to hear. The cousin was in the kitchen, busy with dinner.
After listening to a few words, she pretended that nothing happened and went back to her room.
My mother said that my aunt has a bit of a violent temper. She didn't realize it before, but it turns out she didn't have an attack...
No matter what, the Ji family is getting ready for the autumn hunting.
Someone like Mr. Ji who is neither in an important position nor of high rank can lead many people.
Ji Xiaowu was not here, so Mr. Ji naturally brought Ji Ling and Mingwei with him, and each of the three brought their maids and attendants.
There are only so many people in the Ji family, so there is no need to fight for them.
On the day of the autumn hunting, Mingwei got into the carriage under Mrs. Ji's instructions.
"My aunt has heard about the reason for this autumn hunt. Don't get involved with those people. The prince and concubine listen to the scenery, but the dangers involved are unspeakable. I don't know how these wealthy ladies will scheming to compete for the position of the prince and concubine.
We can't do it..."
Mingwei replied seriously: "Yes, I listen to my aunt."
Mrs. Ji looked at her face and sighed: "I'm afraid that if you look like this, even if you are already engaged, if you don't fight with them, they will regard you as their enemy. Try to stay away and don't go there.
Go to a place with few people and don’t be separated from Duofu.”
Then he gave instructions for food, water, clothing, accommodation, etc., and Mingwei complied with them one by one.
So, with the flags fluttering and the horses neighing, the autumn hunting team left the city gate in a mighty manner and headed for the hunting grounds in the western suburbs.
The first autumn hunt in ten years was particularly grand. Not only the elite military generals from all the families came out, but also the civil servants were very enthusiastic.
They can't compete with military generals in hunting, but at this time, why are there so few poems to embellish it?
Besides, riding and shooting is also a gentleman's art. Not everyone is a weak scholar. Being able to shoot deer when mounted, and composing poems when dismounted is called a gentleman.
However, the gentlemanly Ji Ling just wants to chat with his cousin at the moment.
He sat in front of the carriage and spoke to Mingwei through the curtain: "Are these rich ladies going to go hunting in autumn or going for an outing? There is so much luggage, even the grain recycling buckets are brought with them. When we get out of the car, we put a curtain around it.
I can make a home!"
Duofu said in the car: "Master, we also have a toilet, how convenient it is!"
"..."
Mingwei said: "My cousin is saying that it's not unusual for Qiu Lie to bring so much luggage."
"right……"
Ji Ling didn't know how to continue after being interfered with by Duofu like this. After being bored for a while, he asked: "Cousin, you don't want to be the prince's concubine, do you?"
Mingwei was surprised: "Why did my cousin say that? Didn't I have a marriage contract? The matter of choosing a concubine has nothing to do with me."
Ji Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that the imperial concubine wants to take this opportunity to choose a wife for Mr. Yang..."
"yes!"
She had no intention of answering, and Ji Ling couldn't help but said, "Don't you mean anything?"
Ming smiled and said, "What does my cousin want me to express?"
With her like this, Ji Ling was confused: "You don't really want to get married to Xiao Wu, do you?"
If it had been anyone else, Mingwei would have prevaricated her. Since Ji Ling came to Dongning to pick her up, he has sincerely helped her every time, defended her in every way, and could no longer say anything deceptive.
She thought for a while and said: "I think my fifth cousin is still a child with a temper. He probably doesn't want to get married in the past few years."
Ji Ling thought about what she meant: "So you think there is no need to break off the engagement?"
Ming smiled and said: "If we break off the engagement, my uncle and aunt will not only be worried about my fifth cousin's marriage, but also worry about me. Why bother?"
Ji Ling understood: "You don't want to get married, so you think it's easier?"
Ming smiled but said nothing.
Ji Ling thought for a while and said horrifiedly: "You don't want to become a monk, do you?"
Mingwei was surprised: "Why would my cousin think so?"
"I have heard everything about you. Empress Xuannu has taken you in for many years. Do you want to serve her for life?"
Ming Wei smiled slightly: "My cousin is overthinking it. If I don't get married, there is no need."
She originally thought that Ji Ling couldn't understand, but as long as he maintained respect, she didn't expect Ji Ling to say: "That's true. You are proficient in mystical arts and can escape from the world. You are not a person in the world. There is really no need to marry."
Mingwei silently gave this older cousin a thumbs up.
Some principles are simple, but maintaining understanding and respect for your own different life is not easy.
The hunting grounds in the western suburbs were not far away. They arrived at their destination before sunset and the convoy stopped and set up camp.
Mr. Ji took the tent back, set up the tent with the help of the imperial army, and then buried the pot to make rice.
All these procedures were carried out according to the specifications of the march, which made the fat-bellied civil servants complain endlessly.
The Ji family is lucky. The few followers they bring can work. They are blessed and powerful. Ji Ling is also very proficient in these things. Mingwei and Mr. Ji can just watch from the side.
After setting up the tent, the group of people stood in the camp and saw the flags fluttering in the wind and the tents stretching for several miles. This made Mr. Ji, who usually could not see this scene, become very poetic.