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

A six-foot-tall little kid walked in an imperial city full of tall adults, not to mention making a lot of mistakes.

Everyone passing by would cast a glance or two, and then whisper to his colleagues for a while.

The little baby was not disturbed at all by the eyes of others. On the contrary, it was the infantry brother who led the way. He almost tripped himself with the same hands and feet.

Bu Jun's earlobes were reddish and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Pointing to the government office on the right in front, he introduced: "That place is Guanglu Temple, and to the left is where the Liubu Gong Temple is."

Xie Yuheng raised his eyes and saw a crossroads in front of him. There were a bunch of handymen holding food boxes in their hands, and they were coming and going in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, he heard a growling sound coming from the infantry's stomach. Xie Yuheng said gently: "Brother, please lead the way. I know the rest of the way. You can go back and have a meal."

Xie Yuheng rewarded the infantry with two silver lotus pods, and hung a koi fortune and longevity purse dangling on his finger. Just as I turned the corner, I met a man in crimson official robes.

Both sides were startled. Chi Guanxu recovered and said with a smile, "Have you finished answering the questions, little Marquis?"

Xie Yuheng put on a childish expression, snorted coldly, and said arrogantly: "What does it have to do with you."

Chi Guanxu's smile froze, his hands under his sleeves suddenly clenched, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

But after a moment, he put on a kind smile and coaxed a child: "What misunderstanding does the young marquis have about me?"

Xie Yuheng blinked his innocent starry eyes and said, "Huh, Yuheng has a good relationship with his brothers, so he doesn't want to talk to people who don't get along with his brothers!"

After saying that, Xie Yuheng left directly, leaving Chi Guanxu feeling awkward where he was.

Chi Guanxu's beard was almost twisted with anger. No one, be it Chi Bai, Chi Wanjun, or the juniors from the Chi family, dared to speak to him in this tone.

Thinking about getting married to the Xie family, he still suppressed the anger in his heart, gave Xie Yuheng a hard look on the back, rolled up his sleeves and turned to leave.

Chi Guanxu's smile disappeared. According to the law of conservation of energy in nature, of course it was transferred to Xie Yuheng's face.

Xie Yuheng's steps were brisk. If it weren't for the wrong time and place, she would have wanted to take out the flute and play a song.

Xiaohouye is originally used to address the prince of the Hou family.

As a third-rank official in the imperial court, it is impossible for Chi Guanxu to not understand such a simple issue of address.

Those who respect others will be respected. Those who are disgusting will be repaid by others.

Furthermore, there is a rumor circulating in Beijing recently that the talented man Xie Mingli is worthy of being matched with the most talented woman.

If you want to ask who is the most talented woman, it is the eldest lady of the Chi family who originally entered the palace through the draft.

Even with Suzaku's unintelligent bird head, he can figure out who is causing trouble behind his back.

Not to mention that the ancestors of the Chi family were the ones who ate Xie Qian’s blood steamed buns.

She didn't kick him on the wall immediately, so she was kind-hearted.

Passing by the blocked door of the Ministry of Household Affairs, Xie Yuheng stood in front of the Ministry of War Office and raised his head to look at the guard on guard.

Xie Yuheng said: "Please report this to the Secretary."

The officer frowned, looking at the little baby's clothes, he might guess whose son was brought into the palace to meet the Queen Mother and somehow managed to come to the imperial city.

He drove away: "Whose family do you belong to, little kid? This is not a place for children to play. Please leave quickly."

Xie Yuheng shook the purse in his hand and said calmly: "You may not believe it, but it belongs to your family."

The guard looked a little dazed, as if he was thinking of something, and a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Who doesn't know that Mr. Si has no wife and no children? How could this brat be so bold as to pretend to be Mr. Si's son and come to the Ministry of War's mansion to inquire for information?"

Xie Yuheng looked back coldly and saw an old man wearing the same scarlet robe and peacock patch as Chi Guanxu. He was a third-grade civil servant.

Catching the malice in the old man's eyes, Xie Yuheng lightly curled his lips and said, "This year midsummer has come earlier, and there are cicadas chirping noisily in April."

"I caught it, dipped it in deep-fried oil, and served it with dogwood and pepper, but it was still hard to swallow. I wonder if this gentleman knows the reason?"

"Bold! How dare an ignorant boy insult an official of the imperial court."

Tang Xing pointed his finger at Xie Yuheng and kept shaking. He didn't know whether it was because of anger or not.

Xie Yuheng tilted his head and asked in confusion: "I just asked you why you added such heavy ingredients. The fried cicadas are still hard to swallow. How can I insult you?"

After saying that, she sighed again: "Oh, it's all because of Yu Heng's fault. He is greedy and wants to eat cicada pupae, which made you misunderstand me."

Yuheng... isn't that the nickname of Marquis Jiangling? !

The dumbfounded officer next to him realized what was wrong and hurriedly ran into the Ministry of War's public house to shake people off. These two ancestors must not get into trouble.

Seeing the officer leave, Tang Xin laughed ferociously, lowered his voice and threatened: "Boy, you haven't even entered the official position yet, and you are making enemies everywhere. Believe it or not, I will make it difficult for you to move in the court."

As soon as he said this, Xie Yuheng grabbed the fabric of his chest with his small hands.

He coughed violently for a while, then looked painful and lay down on the ground, as if he was sick from anger.

This sudden collapse made Tang Tai a little dumbfounded, and he was about to see what kind of medicine this kid was selling in his gourd.

"Tang Tai, how dare you!" A roar came from inside the door.

There was wind at Si Yuandao's feet, and he was close in the blink of an eye.

He pushed Tang Xing away and immediately went to check Xie Yuheng's condition nervously.

Even though his eyes were closed, there was no need for spatial perception... just by hearing the bang, you knew that the old man had fallen hard...

Xie Yuheng opened her eyes, looking at her boss with worried eyes. She blinked quickly and then closed them again.

That old man, as she inferred, was the Tang Shilang who the uncle had mentioned, who had acted as Minister of War.

Otherwise, this inexplicable malice cannot be sustained by his full stomach.

Master and apprentice have known each other day and night for many years, and it goes without saying that they have a tacit understanding.

Si Yuandao was angry and distressed. Thinking of the maps of various states that were 'damaged by rain' yesterday, a trace of boredom flashed in his eyes.

He picked up the little guy, walked out with a sad face, and said with great sadness: "Little Yuheng, be good, master will take you home."

It can be said that those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

In less than half an hour, word spread in the imperial city that the left minister of the Ministry of War had said that it would be difficult for Marquis Jiangling to move forward after he became an official, which made people faint from anger.

At the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Zhuang Yun took out a small book and found the page of Tang Tai. He took the pen and ink from his colleague's hand and wrote down every word that was Tang Tai's crime.

Si Yuandao also directly took sick leave, saying that he was taking care of his apprentice.

......

The next day.

Chu Heng threw the note about Si Yuandao's sick leave on the desk. He was angry and funny, and laughed and cursed: "What a good Si Yuandao."

This Tang Tai is quite capable.

But after all, he has never been on the battlefield, and his true talent and hard work are far inferior to Si Yuandao.

In addition, Tang Tai is quite old and should retire in two years.