Qin Shisanlang stopped his horse and slowed down on the street, looking aside.
"Sir, I'm going to call the door." The boy said immediately, urging his horse to walk towards the Yudai Bridge.
Qin Shisanlang called him to stop.
"There's no need to go see her first, I want to know what's going on first," he said, urging his horse to gallop past.
The boy followed hurriedly.
Shitou Qin was not at home, and Thirteenth Qin hurried to the official hall. Shitou Qin was not surprised to see him coming.
"You came quickly enough." He also smiled, "I thought you would have to wait two days to find out because you are so isolated from the world."
Qin Shisanlang sat down and ignored his father's joke.
"Father, what's the reason this time?" he asked, "Who is asking for something behind my back?"
Qin Shijiao shook his head.
"This time, no one asked for anything," he said.
Qin Shisanlang's expression turned solemn.
"Is it just Feng Lin doing his duty?" he asked.
Qin Shidao nodded.
"That will be difficult to handle." Qin Shisanlang said.
Feng Lin has always been strict with himself and others, but now as a censor, he doesn't care about people when he talks about things. The people he talks about now are out of duty and not for personal gain. This is really not good.
Cope with it.
"I just said that she shouldn't associate with the royal family." Qin Shisanlang clasped his hands on his knees and whispered, "It's all the trouble caused by the unheard music."
After repeatedly dispelling the rumors about the disciples of the gods, the master was found, the magic weapon was built, and there was no need to cure the disease. He became famous among the scholars, set up tables and taught people to follow the way of the saints, and everything finally returned to the great road.
But I didn’t expect that the Prince of Jin’an County would say such a thing!
"He thought she was new, and he thought she was curious, so he could talk and laugh at will. He said it casually, but he didn't think about how difficult it would be for her to walk step by step."
"They don't care about her, so what can she do, she can only not care about them."
"A helpless person can only accept ruthless things."
Qin Shisanlang stood up and turned around to leave.
"Thirteen!" Minister Qin shouted, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to ask Feng Lin." Qin Shisanlang said.
"Go and ask him? What qualifications do you have to ask him?" Qin Shi said, "You are not even a scholar. You relied on the glory of your father's family to participate in the imperial examination. What qualifications do you have to discuss politics with a censor?
?Are you going to be labeled a troublemaker before you even become an official? You will never be able to become an official in this life, and you will never be able to speak for her again in this life!"
Qin Shisanlang turned around.
"Father, can you speak for her now?" he said.
"Of course I can." Qin Shi said, "Don't worry, she won't lose her life. She is just in some trouble. The most she can do is leave the capital and return to Jiangzhou."
Qin Shisanlang smiled.
"Why should she be driven away when she has nothing wrong? She can only leave if she wants to." He said, "She has too many troubles. This shouldn't be the case. It shouldn't be."
"There is nothing in this world that should or shouldn't be." Qin Shi said, "You should go to school. If you want her to have less of these shouldn'ts in the future, and if you want to speak for her, you must first ensure that you can stand up
This location, otherwise, is just adding to the chaos."
"Nowadays, it's no longer the time when people were hiding behind their backs and scheming, so you can also hide behind your backs and scheming to go back. Everyone stands on the bright side and responds openly and openly. This is not about fanning the flames and making a few noises.
It’ll be great.”
Qin Shisanlang responded yes.
"The child knows." He said, "Then please leave it to your father."
Qin Shitou nodded and watched Qin Thirteenth Lang turn around and leave.
This time the horse stopped by the Yudai Bridge again.
"Master, do you want to go over?" the boy asked hurriedly.
Anyway, she has never taken the initiative to look for him, so let him take the initiative to look for her.
Qin Shisanlang nodded and urged his horse forward.
The door was quickly knocked open.
"It's Mr. Qin." The boy guarding the door saluted and said.
"Where is your wife?" Qin Shisanlang asked.
"My wife is going out," the boy said.
Are you still going out at this time?
Qin Shisanlang was slightly startled, then smiled again.
Sure enough, it's still her.
"...accompanied the eldest lady and the others to live in peace outside the city. They will come back around evening. If Mr. Qin has anything to do, please leave a message, or the younger one can go to see the lady." The young man said.
Did you go to avoid it?
It’s just that Taiping and Curie may be Taiping?
"...Judge Feng said that Mrs. Cheng's eyes are darker than white, which is a sign of chaos in the world..."
"...Come on, she's just a little girl, and she's not a general or prime minister, so why is she so messed up? This ghost judge must have seen a lot of ghosts, so he was shocked, right?"
"...You can't say that. You have to know that Mrs. Cheng's reputation now is no less than that of a general. She has a sworn brother who can make a horse's hoof and a god's arm and a bow. She also relies on the stele and setting up a banquet to teach calligraphy.
I have also won the title of Mr. Shilin, and he is also able to come back from the dead. A man is so powerful that he is almost a demon..."
"...I don't care if she is a human or a demon, I just want to have another bowl of Maoyuan mountain wine. I will do whatever she wants me to do."
We were joking here, and as expected, someone raised his hand and called the store owner.
"Come to Maoyuan Mountain."
The waiters in the hall smiled and shook their heads.
"Sir, it's not available here," he replied.
"Isn't this Taipingju Mrs. Cheng's? Why isn't it?" the man shouted, with a bit of dissatisfaction, "What's the point of hiding? Just tell me what you want and how much money it will cost."
The store clerk just smiled and said sorry and didn't answer anything else.
"There are ghosts and ghosts, no wonder the judge wants to chop off your boss's head." The man said with a snort.
One of the waiters, who already had a bad look on his face, threw the cloth in his hand away when he heard these words and was about to step forward, but was stopped by another man.
"The shopkeeper told me not to cause trouble," the waiter said in a low voice.
"They are the ones causing trouble now," the man said in a low voice.
"The shopkeeper said, since we are open for business, we can't let others in, and we can't let others talk," the waiter advised in a low voice.
As he said this, he saw someone coming in from outside the door, and he hurriedly pushed the guy.
"Welcome guests," he said, greeting them first with a smile.
This is a tall young man with a dirty face. He is standing outside the door with a strange expression. He does not look into the room, but looks around.
"It's almost unrecognizable after such a big change," he murmured.
The clerk glanced at him and immediately recognized the young man's identity. He was a common type of person these days, a scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam.
It seems that I came here three years ago, so I made this exclamation.
"Xiucai, you are talking about the former Zui Feng Tower, which has changed its owner a long time ago." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Now it is called..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the scholar looking up at the words on the door plaque.
"Peace," he chanted.
"Yes, yes, it's called Taipingju." The waiter smiled, "Xiucai, you see our calligraphy is pretty good."
"The calligraphy is pretty good." The young man nodded and said, his eyes falling on the calligraphy.
"There are better words." The waiter smiled and introduced enthusiastically, "Xiucai, you first have a bowl of Taiping tofu here, a plate of fruit and tea, and you will feel comfortable and warm after eating a pot of it.
Go to the city, turn around on the road and go to the Qetang Temple, look at the five characters on the wall, burn a stick of incense, come out and go straight through the city gate. Don't be busy looking at the prosperity of the city, go straight to the east gate.
Go, ten miles out of the city, you will see the Maoyuan Mountain Cemetery. You can take a look at the inscriptions. Then you turn back to the city. It is getting dark. Look for the immortals on the busiest street. Here is a set of passing immortals. This is the capital.
The days are getting hotter, ensuring that the scholar is refreshed from exhaustion and full of energy, and will be on the high school gold medal list."
When his crisp words came out, the young scholar burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay." He smiled, "No wonder business is so good, you guys are so eloquent."
The waiter smiled, saluted and thanked the scholar generously for his compliments.
"Lobby or private room? The lobby is lively and cheap, but a private room costs a few more dollars." He smiled and asked sideways.
The young scholar smiled.
"I want to see your shopkeeper," he said.
The store clerk was stunned.
"My surname is Han." The young scholar continued, smiling slightly, "Han Jun, Suzhou."
There was a rapid sound of footsteps in the corridor, and the door was immediately opened.
Han Yuanchao looked up and saw a middle-aged man walking in, who seemed familiar.
"It's really my boss!" the man shouted, with a look of surprise on his face, and he bowed and saluted, "My boss, you are here."
Han Yuanchao stood up with a smile.
"I don't dare, I don't dare." He said, looking at the man and smiling, "It turns out that Manager Lin has become the shopkeeper. Congratulations."
This was the man who went to the Han family to deliver bonuses three years ago. He smiled when he heard this.
"Thank you for the compliment, my boss." He smiled and saluted respectfully again, "I have already thought that my boss is going to Beijing, and the place to live has been arranged."
Han Yuanchao was a little surprised when he heard this.
"No need for that, I've already found a place to stay," he said.
"My boss, this is a surprise." Storekeeper Lin smiled and pushed the account book in his hand over, "My boss, it's important for you to study, but I don't know if you want to take a look at the account book?"
Han Yuanchao shook his head with a smile.
"You can't say that you're cheating." He said, taking out a flying money coupon from his sleeve, putting it on the account book and pushing it over. "This is three years' bonus, totaling 32,000 yuan, plus three years' bonus."
The interest is about 5,000 guan, shopkeeper, please check."
Shopkeeper Lin was stunned.
What's the meaning?
"I'm here to resign from Taiping Ju's employer." Han Yuanchao said.
The door was opened at this moment, and Banqin and the maidservant who ran in with surprised smiles were immediately stunned.
"Mr. Han, you are joking again." The maid returned to her smile and said.
Han Yuanchao raised his eyes and saw the maidservant walking forward, which coincided with the vague memory of three years ago.
"Girl." He stood up and said with a smile, "Long time no see."
"Mr. Han, please stop making trouble." The maid smiled and said, "A gentleman can also love money, as long as he gets it in a proper way."
Han Yuanchao smiled slightly.
"What the girl said is that a gentleman loves money, but he must get it in a wise way." He said, "So now Han can't get it."
The maid was startled and realized that there was something wrong with what she said.
"Mr. Han, did you hear something, so you wanted to avoid trouble?" she asked with a half-smile.
"Mr. Lang is not that kind of person."
Before Han Yuanchao could speak, he heard another female voice say. His eyes fell behind the maid, and he saw a girl who was also sixteen or seventeen years old.
Seeing him looking over, the girl smiled at him, as if she was a little sure and hopeful.
"Mr. Lang is not that kind of person." She said again.
Han Yuanchao lowered his head and then raised his head.
"Han is not avoiding trouble, Han is just..." He said. He originally thought he could blurt out the words, but for some reason it was suddenly hard for him to say it when he looked at this little girl, but he still said it.
"Han just doesn't associate with non-gentlemen." (To be continued)
