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

It was on that day that Xie Yuheng said: "Since ancient times, no one has ever died. He has to die early or late. Why worry about whether the sun will rise tomorrow..."

It was also introduced to him by Wude Si's idiot.

Thinking of this, Chu Heng began to have a headache again. Two years ago, the imperial examination recruited a group of scholars into the court, and now they are all assigned to various places.

On the other hand, the brains of these old guys who fought against him really made his eyes hurt when he looked at them.

As Chu Heng wrote, he couldn't help but think of Xie Yuheng's father, Xie Tingjiang.

This person is very knowledgeable, and according to Si Yuandao, his learning speed is also very fast.

Thinking about the little guy's talent and intelligence, it was his father who came to mind. It's a pity that I have a scar on my face and can't pursue a career as an official. He had also been invited, but was declined.

Now, Xiao Yuheng is about to become an official. Could the father still live in a small village and be a teacher?

......

The night is long and the stars are flowing. Chu Heng is not the only one who received a letter from Jingzhou today.

Shangjing is further north than Jingzhou, and now all the leaves in the city have turned yellow.

In a low-key, luxurious and connotative mansion, the orchids on the flower table in the study have soft leaves and are in full bloom.

The two brothers, who seem to be extremely different from each other to the outside world, sit on the rosewood Arhat bed in a harmonious atmosphere.

The younger man supported the case and sighed: "It's a pity that the one from Shanglinyuan didn't make it. I think in the spring after next year, there will be one less family among the five famous families in Shangjing."

There were originally eight aristocratic families in Shangjing, but their number has been reduced by nearly half in the past few years.

The heads of each family were on pins and needles, fearing that one day the emperor's butcher's knife would cut off their heads.

"You're just a kid. I heard that he won't live past his tender years, so taking action is just superfluous." The older man stroked his long beard, and the white hair was faintly visible.

The young man dropped a piece of frosted cake into his mouth, patted the powder residue on his hands, swallowed the frosted cake, and drank half a cup of tea.

Fang said: "Hee hee, it's not like their family is interested in your eldest brother's continued position."

"If you know the elegant meaning after hearing the song, you are willing to be a pawn in the car to test the little boy's status in His Majesty's heart. Little did you know..." The young man shook his head and did not explain.

All the aristocratic families thought that Xie Jiangling was the sword prepared by His Majesty to attack the aristocratic families in Beijing.

In fact...his eldest brother is the sword within the family.

The older man's raised hands and feet revealed the aura of a superior. He said solemnly: "The most important thing at the moment is to let next year's draft proceed."

"A few years ago, His Majesty postponed the draft on the grounds that the world had been decided and the treasury was empty. I could only bear the pain and let Mr. Sheng die of illness, and Jun'er should observe mourning for three years."

"Now that the period of filial piety is about to begin, and there is no one left in the palace to die, Your Majesty cannot be allowed to postpone the draft again on the grounds of lack of money for the war."

The younger man touched the stubble on his chin. After thinking for a moment, the two turned to discuss business matters.

There are secret guards on duty outside the study, on the eaves under the trees, and in the shadows.

It wasn't until the changing of the guard at the end of the day that a tall female secret guard quietly went to touch the female relatives in the backyard.

In a courtyard in the northeast corner, the female secret guard told 'Miss Jun'er' everything about the conversation in the study that she just overheard.

Jun'er's skin is as thick as fat, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, and her black hair like a waterfall is draped on the back of her head. After hearing this, she sneered again and again, with tears filling her eyes.

"I knew it was him who killed my mother, and any talk about family justice was all bullshit."

"It's not just for his dream of becoming an emperor. Father is really... a beautiful dream."

Jun'er smiled in the mirror and chuckled. The gorgeous red hairpin on the dove seems to have been covered with a layer of dust and has lost its color.

Her jade-like fingers touched her lower abdomen, and the smile on her face became more and more crazy. No dragon son would be born here.

She has no interest in fighting for favor or anything like that, but she is very interested in being able to destroy the nine tribes.

If grandma hadn't still been alive...

Jun'er lowered her beautiful eyes, took the scarred hand of the female secret guard, and gently traced the scar between her fingers.

The female secret guard suddenly felt a numbness rising from her tailbone, and called out with a trembling voice: "Miss."

"I heard that there is a college in the Jiangling Marquis clan that accepts female students. They study the Four Books and Five Classics and arithmetic, just like men."

"If I enter the palace in the future, you will find an opportunity to pretend to be dead and go and see what it is like inside for me. After you complete your studies, there is no need to come looking for me."

"A daughter from an aristocratic family can never live for herself. Just go and see the scenery in Daliang for me."

Jun'er smiled sweetly at her, and the female secret guard's throat was choked with sobs, but she couldn't bear to refuse, so she could only purse her lips and nod.

......

The wild flowers are like weeping red tears, and the branches are covered with cold dew.

When I woke up in the morning, I leaned on the railing and pushed open the window. I looked out and saw that the chrysanthemums in the courtyard had turned yellow one after another, the apple blossoms in the pond were getting old, and the wu leaves were floating yellow.

It has been half a month since the recruitment notice was posted in Jiangling, and today is the day of the long journey.

Many of the Xie family's boys signed up to join the army. Even Wang Ermazi was ambitious and said that he wanted Xie He to be the general's wife.

Xie Hu gave up his writing and joined the army, saying that he had no hope of becoming a scholar in this life and it was hard to hear his father calling him 'dad'. It would be better to imitate my good brother Xie Mingcheng and join the army, earn military merit and become a low-level captain.

He also asked his father, Xie Yonggui, if he could call him dad then. He was chased all over the village by Uncle Yonggui holding a pole.

Thinking of this, the face of the jade-faced young master in the bronze mirror couldn't help but bring a smile.

"What are you thinking, so happy?" Xie Mingli's warm voice sounded above his head, and the man's slender fingers held his soft hair.

Today, the second uncle and the second aunt are busy, so he, the eldest brother, will tie up the little sister's hair.

"I'm thinking about Xie Hu being chased and beaten by Uncle Yonggui that day." Xie Yuheng said with a smile.

Hearing this, Xie Mingli also chuckled. Fortunately, the silly brother Xie Mingcheng is not as tough as Xie Hu. Otherwise, he can also perform "Chasing Brother" in the village.

Inserting the hairpin into the jade crown, a handsome young man with a high ponytail and an unhealthy appearance appeared in front of him.

The brother and sister went to the Xie family's ancestral temple together, Rong Shi followed silently, feeling in his heart: The brotherhood between the master and the eldest son is really comparable to the Su brothers a thousand years ago.

In front of Xie's ancestral temple, it was already overcrowded and crowded. Seeing Xie Yuheng coming, he quickly turned aside to get out of the way.

"I've met the head of the family!" Facing everyone's attention and greetings, the brother and sister walked into the ancestral temple.

The ancestral temple was filled with men who had applied for this recruitment. There are also girls who want to join the army in Yijiao, but suffer from the fact that the court only recruits able-bodied men.

Xie Yuheng cleaned his hands again, took three sticks of incense from his uncle, and bowed seriously to Xie Qian's nameless tablet.

He inserted the incense into the incense burner and took the coarse porcelain bowl from another person's hand. There were green ants floating in the bowl.

Xie Mingli's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't stop him. He just poured a glass of water from the low table next to him and gave it to the little guy to rinse his mouth later.