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

There are patches embroidered with egrets on the front and back of the Tsing Yi.

The egret on the bun is stepping on the pines and bamboos, fluttering its wings and ready to fly.

It means a smooth journey and a refreshing breeze.

It's just that Tsing Yi is more flattering. When Xie Yuheng returned to the National History Museum dressed like this...

The smiles on the faces of the readers and lecturers who were squatting beside Xie Yuheng's desk, rubbing their hands in anticipation, suddenly stopped.

They all glared at Du Zhang with condemning eyes.

Mr. Du, are you still a human being?

I've heard that the Marquis of Jiangling is a sick man, why don't you let him rest for a while?

If we collapse from exhaustion, who will increase revenue for the Hanlin Academy?

Du Zhang:? ? ?

Are you sick? These colleagues...were you not here because of the trouble?

Seeing the strange behavior of several people, Xie Yuheng paused and asked aloud: "Master Du, is there anything else you don't understand?"

"No, no, it's just..."

Du Zhang said, glaring at the others and saying, "They just want to ask the Marquis."

"This is the first government newspaper in Beijing. I want you to write an article. Would you like that?"

As the saying goes, if oranges grow in Huainan, they are oranges, and if they grow in Huaibei, they are oranges.

The government newspaper sells very well in Jiangling, but it does not mean that it can also be sold in Shangjing.

And Xie Yuheng passed the sixth grade, and his reputation among the people is also good.

If the government newspaper does not sell well, at least he still has the name of Jiangling Marquis, so he can be sure of the details and it won't be too bad.

Xie Yuheng thought about it a little and knew what they were thinking.

He picked up the small bag containing the court clothes and put it on the desk.

He raised his hand to pour himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

Xie Yuheng asked: "Is there a prescribed theme, or is it up to me to choose?"

One of the bachelor's lecturers said sincerely: "That's not true. We have also read the book written by the Marquis and the Second Examination."

"The jade is sitting on a jade, and it is so impressive. I think whatever the Marquis writes will be perfect!"

Mainly because we discussed on the way here about the new things in Gangneung.

They heard nothing, they saw nothing. If the subject matter is stipulated, I think it will constrain spiritual thinking.

It is better to do the opposite and let Xie Yuheng write it himself.

If we come up with something new, we can sell a lot of articles by Marquis Jiang Ling!

Xie Yuheng nodded and accepted the job.

The lecturers and readers all have official duties to attend to. Some went to the palace to give lectures to the royal family, and some gave lessons to the common people in the afternoon.

After seeing the rumored Marquis Jiangling at close range, they all dispersed.

Other officials in the National History Museum began to secretly look at Xie Yuheng.

Nine and a half years old.

He is much shorter than Cheng Ding, but among his peers, he is already considered tall.

His eldest brother Xie Mingli is nearly eight feet tall, which shows that Xie Yuheng will not be short in the future.

I heard people from Jingzhou say that he was good at all six arts, and his flute playing was the most exquisite. It was a pity that he did not live to reach his prime...

In the side hall, Chi Song retracted his gaze and lowered his eyelids.

Recalling the instructions of his 'second uncle' and his 'father', the former ordered him to eradicate Xie Yuheng when he had the chance.

The latter asked him to make friends with him and took the opportunity to use the drawings of the steam train...

He even made a promise to let him be the son of the Chi family for the rest of his life.

Oh, Chi Jiazi, the chess piece of the Chi family.

Seeing the fate of his own daughter Chi Wanjun, you will know that the identity of Chi Jiazi is nothing but bullshit!

The wind rustled the bamboo leaves outside the window, and the sunlight filtered through the window lattice, writing the autumn mood on Xie Yuheng's desk.

The young man leaned on the back of the chair, sipping tea leisurely, closing his eyes from time to time and listening to the wind blowing in the bamboo forest.

An editor passed by looking for books and rolled his eyes secretly when he saw his eyes closed and leisurely.

Those who didn’t know better thought that this kid was here for fun.

He comes from a merchant family and has no interest in government newspapers to increase income or anything like that.

It was only through hard work that he and another editor were able to obtain this colleague.

There is absolutely no hope that Xie Yuheng can take on any part of the task of compiling history.

Regardless of how much resentment he had in his heart, Xie Yuheng did not touch a single stroke of his book until nearly noon.

I have never compiled a history, and I have never written an article.

If the mind is calm, then the clever strategy will be born; if you think far ahead, the plan will be successful.

She is not worried about the success of the government newspaper, but this article is not much less important than the imperial examination.

If it is not written well, it will not only bring disgrace to her and her husband.

There is also a point that she is the number one emperor and many people in Jiangling.

At noon, the melodious bells echoed in the palace.

Xie Yuheng stood up and walked towards the Hanlin Academy dining room with his brother.

Chi Song also followed the two of them silently, and Xie Yuheng glanced back at him.

In the National History Museum, the three of them are the only newcomers, perhaps because they want to stay together for warmth.

Xie Mingli asked warmly: "Do you have any clue about the article?"

Xie Yuheng nodded, "The official document about the trial train operation in Jingzhou should arrive in Jiangling in the near future."

"In addition, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Yu Heng has a beautiful article in his heart."

When the two brothers talked, they did not shy away from Chi Song, whether it was their views on government affairs or their parents' filial piety.

It all made Chi Song feel that he was like a dark rat and ant in a ditch, peering into the light of the world.

Looking back on his childhood, his mother often taught him the way of a gentleman.

But what he did was really not what a gentleman should do.

Chi Song hid his hand in his sleeve and clenched it quietly.

At the next intersection, Chi Song suddenly quickened his pace, thanked Yu Heng and left first.

He will think of other ways to gain Chi Guanxu's trust, but he cannot harm the talented people in Daliang.

Staring at Chi Song's retreating figure, Xie Yuheng moved his fingers slightly, stroking the ruby ​​on his waist.

This Chi Song has never targeted her since the exam, and I don’t know what happened...

It couldn't be because Chi Bai was transferred to Beijing. There was also the second master of the Chi family.

The dining room of Hanlin Academy is next to the Common Hall and is grand and neat.

The walls are also engraved with everyone's writings and the teachings of saints.

A servant from Guanglu Temple had already brought the food. It didn't look good, but it tasted very fragrant. It was much better than pig food in the past.

One of the attendants clicked his tongue twice, but everyone inexplicably understood what he meant.

Fan Hong, the corpse is a vegetarian!

When Xie Yuheng passed by Dr. Wujing's table, he heard someone whispering a curse: "You bastard, you'd better not come back."

Doctors of the Five Classics are hereditary and are passed down from generation to generation. The family is wealthy and has bells and cauldrons.

Who would be willing to eat pig food from Guanglu Temple if it wasn't 'forced by life'?

Xie Yuheng had two meals, one for Jiangling Marquis and one for Xiu.

She couldn't eat that much by herself, so Xie Mingli helped her get a portion, and then went to look for Xu Lu and Xie Zhuqing.

at the same time.

In the imperial city, there is the dining room of the Metropolitan Inspectorate.

Compared to the Hanlin Academy in the palace city, the meals for the Metropolitan Inspectorate arrived earlier.

But! No one in the censor’s presence moved their chopsticks!

Xie Zhushu was hungry and wanted to cry but had no tears. He looked at Zuodu Yushi at the front.

This little old man is really good at talking. He lectured for nearly two quarters of an hour without even taking a break.

"In the end, it's not as good as being honest. The reputation of being honest depends on your honest behavior!"

"In addition to personal self-cultivation, the integrity of officials also requires the constant supervision of their actions by the Metropolitan Procuratorate."