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

However, after studying in the Imperial College for three years, last year Qiu Wei actually won the title of Jieyuan who went to Beijing in one fell swoop. He is indeed a popular candidate for the top prize this year.

Listening to his friend's comfort, Chi Song felt even more bitter in his throat. He doesn't care at all if he is not recognized by the Chi family. He is not from the Chi family!

If Master Chi Er hadn't threatened his old mother's life.

How could he change his name and become a slave of the Chi family, just to strangle the Marquis of Jiangling's path to Sanyuan?

"Oh, I said you people in Beijing are so boring. The Jiangling examination is not as good-looking as the girls in Pingkangfang."

One person carried a plate of crispy cakes into the side room and placed the plate on the table casually.

Jiang Jizhou twisted a piece of cake and took two steps, leaning against the window and eating refreshments while looking at the motorcade that had mostly passed by.

It was quite majestic, but the majesty gained from being intercepted and killed twice was not as good as that of the Marquis of Jiangling.

Jiang Jizhou clicked his tongue and was about to turn around when he saw the curtain of one of the carriages being blown up by the wind.

Revealing a woman's beautiful face is a masterpiece!

Even if you just look at her from a distance, you can tell that the woman must have a very cold temperament.

Jiang Jizhou didn't know when the drip cake in his hand fell to the ground. He felt his nose was hot and raised his hand to touch a piece of bright red.

"Ah, cousin, why are you bleeding?"

Lu Peiran asked the waiter to make another pot of tea. When he turned around, he saw the blood on Jiang Jizhou's hand and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe it.

Jiang Jizhou shook his head and said bravely: "I'm fine." He grabbed Lu Peiran's wrist.

He asked anxiously: "The Marquis of Jiangling has a sister? Or is his eldest brother already married?"

"what?"

Lu Peiran was filled with questions. Wasn't his cousin not interested in Jiangling Juzi just now?

"There are only three brothers in the Marquis of Jiangling's family, and there is no news that his two elder brothers have married."

Chi Song on the side said faintly.

Jiang Jizhou was a very good scholar. He was the master of Yangzhou's Jieyuan Dynasty, but he was quite a romantic person.

Chi Song lowered his eyes and dug his nails into his flesh quietly without realizing it.

I don’t know who this young master is attracted to, but it’s not bad to be able to cause some trouble for the Marquis of Jiangling and disturb his mood.

After listening to Chi Song's words, Jiang Jizhou's eyes lit up, he grabbed Lu Peiran's handkerchief and carefully wiped away the nosebleed.

Then he said goodbye and went downstairs in a hurry.

Lu Peiran looked at Chi Song and then at his missing cousin, "No, my aunt told me to let my cousin see the girl in Beijing..."

Originally, because of his reputation as a romantic, few wealthy people looked up to him, but this... Lu Peiran had a headache, what was wrong with him.

The motorcade was rolling forward outside the building, and Xie Zhiyi was chattering, talking to Xie Yunhua about the excitement she saw.

"Sister Yunhua, there are so many foreigners on the street, more than I have seen in more than ten years!"

Xie Yunhua gently raised her hand and straightened her messy bun. He tapped the tip of her nose and teased:

"Thankfully Uncle Chunxi and Great Uncle were worried that you would be homesick. I see you are too happy to miss Shu."

"No way, when I get to Mr. Si's residence, I will write to them."

Xie Zhiyi stuck out her tongue, looked lively, and looked out to see the excitement outside.

No wonder the head of the family said that women should look more at the outside scenery in order to clearly distinguish what is good and what is bad.

In her early years, she traveled throughout Jingzhou with Dr. Wu, and she thought Jiangling was the best.

I had never thought of going to Beijing. Chonglou and flying pavilions can be seen everywhere, with numerous terraces and pavilions, and carriages and horses. It is really the soft red and rich wealth that enchants the eyes.

Xie Yunhua held his chin with one hand and continued to read the sutra on his lap.

She originally thought she would stay in Jiangling and be a wife, but after all, Aunt Meng didn't even come.

She was willing to give it a try, and she didn't care about her official position. But would the emperor allow a woman to become an official?

Xie Yunhua tightened his fingers slightly, exhaled a breath, patted his cheek, and took his mind back.

It doesn't matter, she's not twenty yet, she can wait until the head of the family is in control...

When the majestic imperial city could be seen from a distance, the convoy was divided into three.

The group went north to the Imperial City to report, and the other group went to Chongrenfang in the northeast.

Xie Yuheng and his party went east to Si Yuandao's house in Chongyifang.

Entering from Xifang Gate, it only takes a short while to drive there.

Two majestic stone lions guarded the outside of the mansion, and the red door was tightly closed. On top of it was a gold-plated plaque with the magnificent word "Sifu" written by Chu Heng himself.

Chang He took the key and stepped forward to open the door, leading everyone inside. At that time, my Excellency resigned from office and all the servants in the family dispersed before leaving Beijing. He only entrusted the house to a good friend to take care of it.

Today, the flowers and green plants in the mansion are still there, and the beams and pillars are not stained with dust.

Chang He was holding a big wooden box in his hand and a big baggage on his back. He bared his teeth and smiled at Si Yuan. "Sir, you see, Mr. Yang has always kept you in his heart."

Si Yuandao also held a baggage in one hand. He did not see the great image of the second-rank official of the imperial court at all, but looked more like a man living in the fields.

He glanced at the scenery in the garden and said with a smile: "It depends on how many jars of green plum wine are buried under the plum blossom tree. Only then can we know whether Yang Chengwu cares about me or keeps it secret."

Xie Yuheng, who was following the two of them, burst into laughter, thinking that Mr. Yang was also a good drinker.

He asked with a smile: "This lord's name is taken from Kaiwu Chengwu, so he is the only one."

"Well, Chengwu is his name, you can call him uncle."

"Look back, I will take you to his house to kill a lot of money." Si Yuandao laughed loudly, and the laughter was so loud that it scared the birds.

Xie Yuheng held his forehead, as if he was the one who carried his best friend into his belly...

The group of people moved their luggage back and forth, and they were already hungry. With a wave of his hand, Si Yuandao took a group of monkeys to eat in the Dongshi not far away.

Everyone ate with their stomachs full, burped and went to the West Market again. It was not until the dusk drum beating at the gate to close the city that they hurried back to the shop to the beat of the drum.

As the capital of a country, the night ban in Beijing is naturally more stringent than in other places. Except for certain festivals, everyone must return to the square after beating the evening drum before closing the city gate.

Otherwise, regardless of whether you are an official or a citizen, if you don't have a pass, if you are caught by a patrolman, you will be beaten up.

"Of course, as long as you give me enough money, and the person patrolling happens to be blind and greedy for money, I'll pretend I didn't see you and let you go."

Chang He quietly explained to the scholars the rules of going to the capital.

Xie Zhushu's face was full of disbelief: "Ah? What if he is a bad guy?"

This simply overturned his impression of Shangjing today.

"You are stupid. You must check your household registration and directions." Xu Lu was holding several oil paper bags of different shapes in his hand, shaking them around.

Xie Yuheng held a shrimp lantern and walked with her, and the shrimp waved its hands and feet.

She smiled and said: "That's why we need the presence of the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to monitor every word and deed of all officials."

"Did you forget something serious?"

Xie Zhuqing frowned, feeling that something important had been left behind.