Hello Chang’an

Qiao Jijiu shook his head: "I can't tell..."

He rarely leaves the Imperial College on weekdays and rarely gets involved in political affairs.

"But the current situation..." Qiao Jijiu looked at the swaying river surface and said slowly, "There may be waves anywhere."

Chang Sui Ning also looked at the river.

Yes, anywhere is possible.

But I am afraid that if this layer of waves rises, it will affect the entire river.

At this time, the wind blows, and the yellowed willow leaves on the old willow trees by the river fall. Although the fallen leaves are light, they also create pits and ripples on the river surface.

"Why are you so distracted, kid? It's time to stop!" Qiao Jijiu urged.

The sky is big and the earth is big, nothing is more important than closing the pole.

"Come on, let's shake it lightly first..." Qiao Jijiu patiently pointed: "This will make the fishhook hang deeper, so that the fish will not break away easily..."

Chang Sui Ning followed them one by one.

A herring struggled to be pulled up from the water, causing a splash of water.

Qiao Jijiu said with satisfaction: "It's always better to catch fish in autumn..."

Chang Suining grabbed the herring, took it off the fishhook, threw it into the fish basket, and watched it struggle in the fish basket with its tail swung and its edges fluttering.

Fish die for food, and humans gain profit.

The wind was getting stronger and the sky was getting darker. Chang Sui Ningwei was no longer in a hurry to bait, but subconsciously looked at the surging wind and clouds in the sky on the other side of the river.

It looks like it wants to rain.

This autumn rain has been brewing for a long time, and the rain is bound to fall. It just depends on whether it comes sooner or later.

Before it rained, Qiao Jijiu put away his fishing rod.

The wind was blowing hard, and the shooting was dispersed early. Cui Lang ran over diligently to carry the fish basket, and the group returned to Qiao Jijiu's residence, chatting and laughing.

"What's on your mind, Mrs. Chang?" Xi Zhiyuan, who was walking with her on the way, asked.

The young man has a fair complexion, narrow eyes, and a smile on his face, giving him the impression of a good temper.

He got along well with Cui Lang and others, and he never spoke much. He often nodded and agreed to whatever others said. It was rare for him to take the initiative to ask.

Chang Sui Ning, who didn't speak much along the way, didn't deny it when he heard the words. He just said: "I was thinking about something."

"Is it because of the Lotus Flower Party?"

Chang Suining shook her head. She didn't mean to say anything deeply, so she asked the other party casually: "I heard that Mr. Xilang will graduate next year. I don't know what his plans are after that. Will he stay in Dasheng, or will he return to Dongluo?"

"There are no specific plans yet." Xi Zhiyuan smiled: "We still have to discuss it with my family before we make a decision."

"Why don't you go back to Dongluo? Just stay in Dasheng. Are you really willing to let us go to Wuershe?" Cui Lang came over, holding the fish basket in one hand and resting his hand on Xi Zhiyuan's shoulder.

Xi Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head: "Of course I can't bear it."

Cui Lang said with a smile: "You got top marks in the first-class exams back then. It's not a problem to find an official position in Beijing after graduation. Why don't you just join Da Sheng and marry a girl from our Da Sheng to be the wife of the housekeeper?" Isn’t that wonderful?”

Xi Zhiyuan coughed slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable on his fair face.

Qiao Yubai said with a smile: "Zhiyuan has always been thin-skinned, Mr. Cui Liulang, please don't make fun of him."

"This is not a joke, I am seriously planning for Zhiyuan."

A group of people laughed and returned to Qiao Jijiu's residence, only to see a group of about ten prison students waiting outside the courtyard gate.

The leader is Song Xian, and most of the others are faces from Xunmei Club.

Song Xian saw Chang Sui Ning at a glance.

The girl in green robe also looked at him.

This was the first time the two met after that chess match.

There was no hostility or pride on the girl's face, nor any emotion worth mentioning. When she looked at him, she nodded to him as usual, as a greeting.

Song Xian avoided her gaze, but nodded slightly.

"I heard that today is the birthday of Ji Ji, and the students are here to congratulate me." Song Xian and others came forward to salute and presented the birthday gifts they had prepared.

"It's rare that you are so thoughtful." Qiao Jijiu nodded happily and said with a smile: "As long as you have your heart set on it, let's take these things back."

"If it's not something valuable, it's just a small gift worth mentioning. Most of it is just calligraphy and painting for the students."

"That's right, just accept the sacrificial wine."

The students all looked very sincere. Qiao Yubai explained with a smile: "You classmates don't know. Previously, the abbot of Dayun Temple once said that my father is too old this year, so it is not appropriate to hold a birthday banquet, let alone receive gifts. This is a way to avoid disaster.”

Song Xian was startled when he heard this, but he immediately saluted and said, "In that case, it's the students who were rude."

"It doesn't matter." Qiao Jijiu said with a smile: "Take the things back and keep them. I will collect them next year."

All the students responded in unison.

"Would you like to stay and have dinner together?" Qiao Jijiu pointed at the fish basket in Cui Lang's hand: "The fresh fish we just caught!"

Song Xian and others had different expressions upon hearing this.

I have to say that offering wine as a way to keep people busy while eating is quite a bit of a crowd-pleaser.

"Since it is inconvenient to hold a banquet for offering wine, the students will not bother you."

"Yep…"

A group of supervisors saluted and said goodbye. Cui Lang, Hu Huan and others were too shameless to stay and eat, so they also left shortly after.

Seeing Song Xian and others walking in front, a young man beside Cui Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Cui Liulang, should we go and tease them?"

In the past, those people from the Xunmei Society were more arrogant than the others, and they always looked down on them in words. Now it is a good time for them to take revenge from the Wuer Society.

"What are you talking about?" Cui Lang slapped him on the head: "Master has told me not to add insult to injury by adding insult to injury. Matters on the chessboard will be settled on the chessboard. You must not use winning or losing to ridicule the opponent afterwards."

He deliberately raised his voice and said this to ensure that Song Xian and the others could hear clearly.

After saying this, Cui Lang felt good and realized that his image and magnanimity had been greatly improved. Even though he was as tall as Mount Tai, he felt ashamed of being insignificant in front of him at this moment.

I have to say that this feeling of standing at the highest point of character and morality is much more enjoyable than ridiculing the other party!

It has to be Master!

Cui Lang was open-minded and generous on the outside, but pleased with himself on the inside. He led the people in the society and walked away swaggering past Song Xian and others.

Song Xian pursed his lips slightly.

The expressions of the companions beside him changed again and again: "Brother Song, they..."

Song Xian was silent for a moment with complicated emotions and said, "They have done a good job."

The others were also silent.

The other party's attitude these days is indeed nothing worth talking about.

After a while, Song Xiancai said: "Let's go."

He thought about it many times during these days and went to Dengtai Tower to view paintings more than once.

He gradually understood where he had lost. He had lost not only to the girl who was so showy and willful in his eyes, but also to his blind prejudice.

Because the other party did not accept Qiao Jijiu as his apprentice, he had been dissatisfied and prejudiced against her from the beginning. However, he refused to admit it, so he always found every reason to belittle and deny her, including the other party's identity as a woman. —

His original intention was to protect his dignity and face, but in the end, he lost his dignity and face.

If he could have gone to Dengtai Tower earlier, if he had seen the picture of tigers roaming in the mountains and forests before, and could appreciate with his own eyes the openness contained in the painting, he would not be so arrogant as to think that he would definitely win. She will never lose if she doesn't compete.

In other words, from the very beginning when he treated others with a biased attitude, he had already lost badly.

That game of chess was his biggest loss since entering Beijing.

He deserved those comments and ridicules, and the remaining month was enough for him to accept them all. Now he should take this as a warning and always alert himself to avoid making the same mistakes again.

As for the 'little girl' who defeated him...

Thinking of this, Song Xian's expression dodges.

He hasn't decided how to face her yet.

However, he will soon leave the Imperial College to prepare for the Spring Festival, and there will probably be no chance to see him again in the future.

…

On the other side, Cui Lang was stopped halfway by a servant found at home.

"...Father wants me to go back?" Cui Lang's scalp tightened: "Can I not go back?"

After returning from the Lotus Flower Banquet, he thought that those tribesmen would definitely complain, so he sneaked into the Imperial College without even daring to enter his home, just to avoid his father.

The servant's expression was also very troubled: "Master Lang is ill. Madam has specially told me. You'd better go back."

"Father is sick?" Cui Lang was startled and said quickly: "Then I can't go back. Now my father will be furious when he sees me. Isn't that making the illness worse?"

Finally, he said sternly: "I'd better stay in the Imperial College and fulfill my filial piety."

This purely fictitious method of fulfilling filial piety in the distance made the servant smile bitterly, and then lowered his voice and said: "But Madam said, the reason why Master Lang fell ill was because of the eldest husband's request for marriage at a flower banquet. It was precisely because he could not get married. I can’t scold Mr. Dalang, he just fell ill from depression. If you don’t go back, Mr. Lang will go crazy..."

"Aniang is asking me to go back and die on my eldest brother's behalf!"

Is he his biological child?

"It can't be said that it's all Dai Langjun..." The servant said tactfully: "Then you did help in the flower banquet, didn't you..."

Cui Lang wanted to cry but had no tears.

The reason why this family has been able to survive these years is all because of his life!

…

Cui's house in Anyifang, Cui He looked sick and was half leaning on the couch.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he asked Mr. Lu coldly: "It's already this hour, why hasn't that Shuzi come back from the Imperial College? I'm so sick now, and he has even forgotten the rules of serving his father's illness. Yet?"

Lu said coolly: "Master Lang is counting on Lang'er to take care of his illness. He might as well be counting on the monkeys from Mount Emei."

Cui Wei frowned: "You..."

How could he feel that Mrs. Lu, who had always been obedient to him, always wanted to choke him every word since she came back from the hibiscus flower feast?

Who gave her the courage?

Cui Ai was furious and said with a cold face: "I have been busy dealing with the accusations from those clan members these days, but I haven't had time to ask you why you helped that traitor at the flower banquet that day. Nonsense!”

As we all know, in his case, Shuzi specifically refers to the second son, and Nizi refers to the eldest son.

Mrs. Lu's heart skipped a beat, knowing that it was not yet time to completely turn over, so she had to be patient for the time being in the face of her unlucky husband.

The next moment, her eyes were red with familiarity.

At the same moment, the servant girl had put the veil into the hands of her wife.

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