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

"At the beginning of the new year, the You family was confiscated and exiled to Ailao Mountain in southwest Yizhou. This is uncertain..."

The man's malicious eyes glanced at Lu Peiran's angry face, and his words were full of curses.

Half of the Daliang silk industry is in the hands of the Chi family. Although the Lu family is not as wealthy as the other families, it has a clean style, but it has a wide influence in the literary circle.

In the early years of the deposed emperor's reign, half of the censors in the Duchayuan came from the Lu family.

Nowadays, students in the northern area of ​​Yangzhou are still proud to be admitted to the Lu family.

The man suddenly laughed loudly, took out a thick stack of silver notes from his arms, and said loudly: "If you ask me, Young Master Yang is the most likely to win the title of No. 1 Scholar."

Then, the man generously slapped the banknote into the hands of a man dressed as a waiter.

The banknotes were quickly turned over in the waiter's hand, but within a dozen breaths, the waiter rang the gong hanging on the red pillar of the store door and congratulated: "Bet 10,000 taels on Young Master Yang Bingwen to win the big prize."

People who are struggling to make a living in the capital are not fools. How can they allow others to snore on the so-called side of the couch?

This Young Master Yang is from the Yang family in Jiaozhou, a member of the emperor's home base. How can anyone not choose one of their own to be the top pick, but choose someone else...

In an instant, onlookers rushed to place their money to place bets.

Xie Yuheng's interested eyes passed by the gold-rimmed plaque hanging at the door.

The name of this gambling den was quite good, and it was filled with gold and jade.

Thinking of the little actions of the man just now and the waiter, Xie Yuheng slightly curled his lips, fearing that this gold and jade was the treasure of the gambling shop owner, not the person who placed the bet...

But, how does the gambling shop owner know who will win the top prize?

Xie Yuheng rubbed the half of a tattered ancient book he found from the bookstall with his fingers, and secretly deduced it in his mind.

On the other side, Lu Peiran almost became angry at the man's strange words, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

Lu Peiran said angrily: "Brother Chi went to Beijing to solve the Yuan Dynasty. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most talented person in Daliang today."

"The sages and wise men, who have worked hard all over the world, will definitely know who is the talent of the humerus."

As he said that, he took out all the money he had, and the total amount was only a little over one hundred taels.

Then, he took off the jade pendant and jade belt hook from his waist, and handed it to the waiter along with the white jade folding fan.

The waiter smiled brightly and went inside with Lu Peiran's things in his hands, looking for a knowledgeable master to calculate the price.

Jiang Jizhou, who was beside Lu Peiran, let out a light tut.

Did Chi Song save his cousin's life? Can this be said in public?

However, as a veteran of the flower field, Jiang Jizhou narrowed his eyes.

He himself has been an audience member for many girls, listening to their stories about heartless men.

Girls are often told to see if a man is more in love with you. Do you want to see what he looks like when he is angry?

Is it that you don't care and just say anything? Still maintaining his grace.

Of course, Jiang Jizhou must be the latter.

Jiang Jizhou folded his fan and flapped it, while Lu Peiran was having a serious conversation with Tian Shelang.

He said lazily: "Cousin, why don't you place a bet for me?"

Lu Peiran took time out of his busy schedule to look back and coaxed to Jiang Jizhou: "Cousin, be good, don't make trouble." Then he went to argue with Tian Shelang.

However, an aunt next to him looked Jiang Jizhou up and down and asked eagerly: "Little brother, what is your name?"

Jiang Jizhou had his hair cut and dressed, and he spread out his folding fan gracefully, like a peacock spreading his tail.

He cleared his throat again and said: "I am the son of the richest man in Lujiang County. I was born in the autumn of the fifth year of Yongping in Yangzhou."

"She is as handsome as Pan An, as handsome as Song Yu, as talented as Zijian, and as rich as Shi Chong."

"You don't change your name when you're working, and you don't change your surname when you sit down. That's the case with Jiang Jizhou."

With a bang, the newly bought roasted goose breast in Xu Lu's hand fell to the ground, and his eyelids twitched.

Sighed: "I have never seen such a shameless person."

"Now you've seen it." Xie Yuheng said lightly.

The aunt was not as enthusiastic as before. Without saying anything, she opened the small bamboo basket covered with cloth and took out a round object.

"Little brother, why don't you buy a bronze mirror? It's polished at home. It's so bright!" Take a look at yourself and see who you are!

Jiang Jizhou tried his best to maintain a charming smile and moved his lips, "...No need, I have a bronze mirror at home."

"That's a pity."

The aunt held the pale pink plum blossoms in her hair by her ears, twisted her waist and walked away while holding the bamboo basket.

I thought there was a big move in some state, so I decided to place a bet and give it a try.

It turned out to be the famous romantic talent Jiang Jizhou, who came to Beijing at the end of last year and stayed in Pingkangfang for a month!

Oh my god, how could your majesty, such a wise person, choose him to be the number one scholar!

But when Xie Yunhua saw Xie Zhiyi looking at Jiang Jizhou for a long time, alarm bells rang in his heart. I know that this is the age when little girls are most excited.

Xie Yunhua pinched Xie Zhiyi's little face and said earnestly: "This man has a sharp tongue and a face as good as a city wall."

Not a good match!

Xie Zhiyi looked away and nodded confusedly. She just felt that this man was a bit like her father when she was a child. Her father used to be like this...shameless and made people around him laugh.

But after I reconciled with my mother, I rarely saw my father’s smile again. Others secretly laughed at their father's death, or encouraged him to marry and have a son to inherit the family business.

Xie Zhiyi secretly gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She must be a female doctor like Yiyu who will go down in history!

"What do you mean by facing the city wall? What you said..."

Jiang Jizhou turned around when he heard the sound and was about to argue with the speaker. He was clearly Yan Saipan'an!

The woman's features were clear and her hair was as black as clouds. Wearing an apricot-colored cross-collar coat with woven gold and auspicious patterns, and a braided embroidered bead-wrapped cloud shoulder...

Before Jiang Jizhou finished reading, Xie Yuheng took a step forward to cover Xie Yunhua, his starry eyes as if covered with ice.

It's just that the little guy is still young, and Xie Yunhua is not short, so Xie Yunhua's head is still exposed.

Only then did Jiang Jizhou realize how rude it was for him to stare at the girl, and he quickly bowed.

"What the girl said is very reasonable. She is trying to show her face to the city wall. I am so presumptuous, girl. I'm really sorry."

Xie Yunhua looked calm and nodded slightly.

After whispering a few words to Xie Yuheng, he took Xie Zhiyi's hand and took the newly bought maid to the cabinet diagonally opposite.

After a while, two handymen came out of the closet. Carrying a box of silver and sending it into the hall full of gold and jade, a waiter immediately came out and beat the gong and shouted:

"Bet two thousand taels on Marquis Jiangling to win the title."

The literati and poets in the teahouse on the street were suddenly in an uproar.

After all, there were only a few people who saw Xie Yuheng and his entourage entering Beijing yesterday. It's not past noon today, and the news hasn't had time to spread widely.

"Didn't you say that the Marquis of Jiangling is only eight years old? Is he going to end his life now?"

A middle-aged man looked up at the sky in confusion. He hasn't done anything harmful to God, so why doesn't God love him more?