At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Li Youxie's servant stepped forward to dissuade him, "Brother, the child is still young and needs to be taught with affection and moved with reason and words and deeds. Only in time will the parents' good intentions for loving their children be revealed."

"How can you train a child on the street? Besides, this..." The young man glanced at the excitement in Xie's house and smiled at the uncle.

It means: A happy event is coming to the Xie Mansion. Why are you lecturing me in front of the door? Are you deliberately slapping the Marquis of Jiangling in the face?

Although the uncle heard it in confusion, he could clearly see the warning in his eyes at the end.

Wiping the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, he nodded and bowed to the boy and said, "Thank you for the advice, little brother. I was so angry with this little brat that I almost hit the noble man."

The boy smiled slightly, glanced at the child before leaving, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and quickly looked away. I thought to myself: This child looks really shabby. He looks about the same age as the Marquis of Jiangling, but looks like he has passed his thirties.

The people around who were watching the congratulations were whispering about the scene just now.

"As the saying goes: 'The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door', this young man in Xie Jieyuan's mansion can actually say it well."

The aunt in coarse linen clothes spat out the melon seed skin and said: "It makes my brain hurt to hear such literate things. However, I would like to send the boy at home to Xie's Academy, but it's a pity that Jiangling is too far away, and I feel sorry for my son." young."

The mother-in-law who knew her next to her rolled her eyes and turned away. As far as her son's virtue is concerned, Xie's Academy is a salesman who collects chickens, ducks and goose feathers, and wants everything.

The father and son, who no one cared about anymore, looked at each other and left silently.

Xie Jieyuan's name is like the autumn wind, blowing all over Linyuan City in one day. Whoever hears this is not praiseworthy, this boy is not a thing in the pond, but a great talent.

There were also those unconvinced scholars who shouted about how it was possible for an eight-year-old person to be promoted. When someone pasted the transcript of the Jiangling Houxiang test paper in front of him, he stopped saying anything.

Let's talk about Linyuan City, the backyard of the government office.

Zhou Canyun, the new governor of Jingzhou County, is writing a book. The study room faces the north and is always cool, so a lamp needs to be lit even during the day.

Wenzhang fiddled with the wick, and in an instant, the light became brighter.

"Ask Zhang, do you think that the eight-year-old Jieyuan is my... political achievement?" Zhou Canyun put down his pen and asked the chief attendant while checking the memorial to see if there were any flaws.

Wenzhang said without hesitation: "It's up to Mr. Si."

"..." Zhou Canyun sighed. Although he had known this for a long time, he was still lucky. It hurts that such a big political achievement is not his!

In the performance evaluation of civil servants for three years, the test standard is "the four virtues and the twenty-seven best". Local cultural achievements are also included in the assessment.

Although there is a quota for candidates in each state, the young candidates and the old candidates are completely different things.

The former can be used for decades, but the latter... well, maybe it will die in just two years. The imperial court also received pension money, and the handover was also a troublesome matter.

After laying the memorial flat to dry ink, Zhou Canyun sighed and said, "Well, those young scholars in Jiangling should be considered as their own official achievements."

Wenzhang thoughtfully poured tea for Zhou Shenyun, "Xu is still considered Lord Si or the Marquis of Jiangling."

After all, those scholars were studying in the inner academy of the Jiangling Marquis clan and had nothing to do with his family.

Zhou Canyun's faint eyes fell on the long shoulder bag that was used to hurt his heart. He sighed heavily and waved his hands: "Come on, it's time and fate."

The autumn rain came fiercely and did not stop all night long. The rainwater dripped down the tile ridges and fell into the puddles, causing thousands of ripples.

The Deer Ming Banquet, which was originally planned to be held outside the hospital, could only be held indoors. The newly promoted disciples sit in twos and threes, admiring chrysanthemums, or reciting poems.

"Thank you to Jieyuan. Maybe something happened on the road, making us old men wait... Sigh."

The person who spoke was none other than Lan Youning, the leader of the fifth rural examination.

The old man was thin, with a tall nose and deep eyes. His tone was doting, as if he were an elder who cared for the young, but his words were sinister and had bad intentions.

Peng Weilan snorted coldly and said, stay away from this maidservant and people with serious mental illnesses, for fear of being contaminated by bad luck.

"Laolan Jingkui is concerned about me. I am still growing up and I woke up a little late from bed. I'm really sorry."

Everyone heard the news and went out, headed by a group of children.

Wearing a red robe with arrow sleeves, a jade crown tied up her hair, and a ponytail hanging behind her. His face is white and his lips are light, and he does not look healthy.

Beside him is a man in green clothes, elegant and gentle as jade, and there is a young man holding a sword one step behind.

After that, there were more than ten people in blue robes, all looking at Lan Youning with evil eyes.

Mei Xingyun, who was pretending to be a bookboy, tugged on the brim of his hat and muttered: "Isn't it time for the banquet yet? Maybe he is in a hurry to reincarnate and can't wait any longer."

"Pfft." Xu Lu couldn't help but chuckle and gave Mei Xingyun a thumbs up.

The faces of the people around him who heard this were all different. If Marquis Jiangling had a soft knife that pierced people's hearts, this boy's was like a big hatchet Kuku.

Lan Youning pointed at Mei Xingyun with trembling hands and said angrily: "Shu Zi doesn't study, it's nothing to say."

Mei Xingyun curled his lips, but did not say that he was a fake scholar but a real scholar.

Before the announcement of the list yesterday, this old man was also one of the popular candidates for Jieyuan.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even make it into the top three and ended up in fifth place. This old man was so shameless that he started making trouble in the teahouse, claiming that there was a shady story.

If he were to say that there was indeed a shady story, if people like this could do the fifth grade, wouldn't he, Mei Xingyun, be the number one scholar?

Xie Yuheng walked closer and pressed back the old man's fingers with a folding fan. Said: "A gentleman doesn't speak behind his back, and the people of Lan Jingkui are not as good as his name."

The kuai is upright, the kuai is dark, and the gentleman is peaceful.

Xie Yuheng looked at him with a half-smile, then turned around calmly, his robe drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and headed to the second seat to the east.

Rong Shi fell behind, his cold eyes fell on him, the sword in his hand was slightly unsheathed, and the sword light flashed.

Lan Youning was so frightened that he held back the words in his throat. The veins in his other hand under the table bulged and trembled slightly.

Swords are not allowed at banquets, but Xie Yuheng is the Marquis of Jiangling.

In addition, Gongyuan was assassinated a few days ago, so he made a special exception and allowed him to attend the banquet with his sword.

Feeling the joking glances around her, Lan Youning was itching her teeth with hatred. Why didn't the assassin kill the little brat Xie Yuheng?

In this room, as soon as Xie Yuheng sat down, some of his sons came to make friends and greet him.

Xie Yuheng returned the greetings one by one, unlike the way he treated Lan Youning just now.

This made Ji Zi, who wanted to exchange knowledge with Xie Yuheng, breathe a sigh of relief, and felt more and more that the Marquis of Jiangling, the little doll, was really pleasing to the eye.

Seeing this, other people gathered around him, leaving Lan Youning alone, which was very embarrassing.

"I heard that Xie's Academy has a calligraphy seal, which can print the words without opening the mold each time and carving it separately, but is it serious?"