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

"It's a waste of money to have good food and drink when you enter the palace. Besides, you know, I just want a child like you in my life."

Ji Pingjun lowered his eyes sadly and glanced at his flat belly.

Covering the catkins with his rough big palms, Chu Heng said in a low voice: "Didn't envoy Du Yuan say it? It's just that there are few opportunities, so it's not completely impossible."

A pair of beautiful ladies interlock their fingers, and apricot blossoms rain down from the sky.

The guards who are exhausted are jumping up and down in the dark and kicking trees to command your lord.

The two of them lingered for a long time under the light rain. The man directly picked up the woman and strode toward the Royal Furong Garden.

Seeing that the palace people behind him wanted to follow, the panting Chen Qiu hurriedly waved his hand to signal not to follow.

He himself and the person he was protecting in the dark still followed him at a close distance to ensure the safety of the emperor and empress.

Chen Qiu took the time to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Is it easy for him to be the commander of the guards? Is it easy?

You have to be a matchmaker to create an atmosphere! And also be a guard!

Occasionally I have to be a messenger, so I don't have time to go and rob the good things from little Xie Yuheng... Oh no, I want to say hello.

However, now that spring is approaching, it is indeed not a suitable time to meet.

.......

Xie Yuheng and his entourage left the Shuyi Arena with Mu Ji's reluctant eyes and the eyes of others in the venue who wanted to eat the two Xie brothers alive.

"Tsk, the way those people look at you two is incredible."

Xu Lu was speechless, but neither of them showed any timidity. They were both calm and calm, without the psychological burden of crushing other people's self-esteem.

Xie Yuheng said leisurely: "If we don't raise the sail when the wind blows, how can the ship move forward vigorously?"

Besides, this is not a formal imperial examination. The world is still uncertain and anything is possible.

"How did you learn so many old-fashioned words at such a young age?"

Xie Mingli's distressed eyes fell on her.

Since the last time I was drunk, I accidentally learned that my sister was not a favored fairy, so I read until late at night every day, hoping that one day I could help her.

Xie Yuheng and his second brother looked at each other and smiled, then turned their eyes back to Xie Mingli and said with a smile: "Brother, don't you know? I learned this from you."

After saying that, he made a naughty face and pulled Xie Mingcheng forward.

"Hahahaha-"

Others were too young to dare to laugh, but as Xie Mingli's good friend, Xie Zhuqing didn't notice anything, and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

Xie Mingli shook his head helplessly, saying that an elder brother is like a father.

Since ancient times, there have been two-son families, and the eldest son is always more calm...except for his father, Xie Tinghai.

After handing over the nameplate at the Moon Cave Gate, he entered the scope of Ziyun Pavilion.

The garden was bustling with people, and a finely carved folding screen was used to separate it, with men and women each occupying one side.

When Fang entered the garden, he had been paying attention to Yang Yunchao at the entrance, and then took Yunhua Zhiyi over.

Xie Yuheng and his entourage walked into the men's table, and the drinking order was in full swing in the corner of the men's table.

Yang Bingwen whispered to a few people: "The person who recorded the story is Song Ming, a famous prostitute in Beiqu, Pingkangfang."

Pingkangfang is divided into four parts. The northern part is a place where people are busy working but not selling their lives. On the other hand, the southern part is a place of wine and meat.

Several people nodded, showing little interest in it.

The main reason is that Xiao Yuheng pours him a cup. They couldn't all go and he could just sit there alone.

And Xie Yuheng, through space training every night, has increased from one cup to two cups.

Although the progress is slow, it can be considered progress...

Seeing that no one had any intention of joining in the fun, Yang Bingwen turned his eyes and said with a smile:

"Then let me take you to visit the garden. There are also many famous calligraphy and paintings in Ziyun Pavilion to see."

Xie Yuheng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, brother Bingwen."

Yang Bingwen suppressed laughter and quickly waved his hand. In terms of seniority, he is still a junior to the Marquis of Jiangling.

The little guy is very obedient and cute, and his mouth is just like that of Brother Bingwen.

If his old man finds out about this, he is not allowed to chase him with a big mallet.

Not long after seeing Xie Yuheng and his entourage come in, they went to visit the garden again.

Chi Song drank the wine in the cup and leaned back in his chair without interest, thinking that he could find out the strength of Marquis Jiangling.

There was a bastard who knew how to look at faces and immediately said loudly:

"Alas, the people in Jingzhou are not good at it. It's no wonder that people in Jingzhou are said to be very skilled in craftsmanship. No one can do it."

"You can't blame the craftsmen of Jingzhou for this. They live in a remote and remote area, but there are many people working in the industry. Don't sharpen your head and work hard on the imperial examination questions, hahaha."

Xiangzhuang's sword dance is intended for Peigong.

Clearly referring to Jingzhou's move, it actually insinuated Xie Yuheng and his party.

After all, ordinary people in Jingzhou are very skilled in craftsmanship, and Xie Yuheng, who is the leader of the Yuan Dynasty, is even more skilled in craftsmanship.

"Hahaha, the spring weather is warm. Sure enough, there are more and more talkative crows. These crows' tongues are a good delicacy in Jingzhou."

Qi Yanzhou gently waved his folding fan, followed by other Jingzhou officials, all glaring at Chi Song and his gang.

"What a coincidence, it's the same in Yanzhou."

"This crow's tongue must be pulled out while it is still alive and fried in boiling oil. Not to mention how delicious it is."

The speaker was Fu Qingchen, the leader of Yanzhou Jieyuan. He bowed his hand to Qi Yanzhou from afar.

The land in Yanzhou is not as fertile as Yangzhou, and some places can even be said to be barren, with people starving to death all year round.

All the adults in their prime go out to seek a living, while the young ones leave home and the elders return home.

It wasn't until Marquis Jiangling discovered that sweet potatoes were edible and they were widely promoted by the court that most poor families could have enough to eat and avoid the pain of being separated from their relatives and friends.

These people who do great good to the people must be really craftsmen, so what?

When everyone is like their aristocratic family, they have no worries about eating and drinking, and make fun of others every day?

"please."

Chi Song stretched out his arms and poured down the glass cup in his hand. He meant: If you talk too much, it's better to drink and see the real seal.

After some fuss, Fu Qingchen was defeated, not to mention Qi Yanzhou, who was not Jieyuan.

Listening to the compliments from people around and the voices mocking the candidates from the other two states.

Chi Song closed his eyes tiredly and laughed at himself. He almost forgot that he was also from Yanzhou.

When his father was alive, his talent in reading was not bad...

Later, when he entered the Chi Mansion, if he didn't do well in the exam, he would receive his mother's bloody severed finger. How dare he not study hard, how dare he slack off one day.

Now, he can be regarded as supporting the lintel of his father's family, but he is supporting someone else's house.

Chi Song opened his eyes, which were scarlet, and suddenly picked up the wine bottle and poured it directly into his mouth, then threw the bottle, rolled up his sleeves and left.

The willows are close together, the water is moving blue, and the green is mixed with it.

On the second floor of Ziyun Pavilion, a young man in red stood by the window, taking in all the farce below.

Xie Yuheng's fingers were gently clasping the lower sill of the wooden window. This Jie Yuan, who went to Beijing, seemed to have inexplicable hostility towards her.

It is said that the two masters of the Chi family are fighting like a black eye. Chi Song, as the heir to a big house, should be happy about Chi Bai's matter.

How strange, how strange!

It can't be... orthopedics? !

Xie Yuheng was so disgusted by his own thoughts that he had goosebumps all over his body, and he hurriedly rubbed his arms through his clothes.

"But it's cold?" Xie Mingli's gentle voice sounded behind him.