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

He turned out to be Li Pan'er's younger brother. Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows, remembering Li Pan'er's attitude towards Xie Zhiyi over the years.

The victim becomes the perpetrator. While disgusted with the pain caused by the original family, he also becomes the inheritor of this idea.

Xie Yuheng stood up and played with the empty bowl in his hand. He smiled and said, "I don't know that the side branch can take care of the affairs of the head of the direct branch. Mr. Li is sick at the head of the family. If he doesn't cure it, he will be in serious trouble."

After saying that, the bowl in his hand flew towards Li Fuquan. After the bowl broke into several pieces in mid-air, it wiped Li Fuquan's head and fell into the wall. The strands of black hair fell down, and it turned out that Li Fuquan had his head shaved.

A group of government officials walked out of the crowd. The leader saluted Xie Yuheng and said, "I heard that Marquis Ting was assassinated. Please forgive me for being late for my humble duty."

Xie Yuheng said calmly: "It's okay, you're a clown, it's nothing to worry about."

The head of the Yamen team was secretly frightened, this child was not something that belonged to the pond. After respectfully leaving, he waved his hand and said sternly: "Take him away."

No matter how much the Li family's mother and son cried like wolves and howled like ghosts, they were still ruthlessly taken away by the government officials.

Xie Yuheng looked at Xu Lu and saw the young man nodded slightly, knowing that it was the government servant he had asked to invite.

"Thank you."

Xu Lu shook his fan and said with a gentle smile: "I can't help you much. Marquis Ting is too polite. Since I have nothing to do, I'll take my leave now."

Here, Xie Mingli searched around but couldn't find the little beggar, so he could only carry a lotus leaf steamed bun and put it on the table.

Xie Mingcheng snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "Thankfully, my grandmother and Yu Heng got into a fight with Li Fuquan because of him, and they actually ran away."

After Mrs. Liu paid the stall owner, she said gently: "For helpless beggars like this, running away when something goes wrong is their way of survival.

For example, the three Zhaodi sisters were timid and cowardly when Lu was alive, which was how they survived.

Whether they are aware of it or not, they will subconsciously choose the behavior style that is most beneficial to them at the moment. How can it not be as satisfying as everyone wants, but I just want it to be worthy of my heart. "

Xie Yuheng was thoughtful.

The group of people no longer wanted to go shopping and turned around and walked towards the direction where Qian and the others were looking at the shop.

.....

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Let's talk about Chen Qiu's journey day and night, and finally returned to Shangjing.

As soon as he entered the Chui Gong Hall, he saw Si Yuandao, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, kneeling outside the door. Chen Qiu wanted to turn around and leave immediately and come back another day.

Your Majesty will be in a bad mood when this old man comes. Isn't he going to die now?

But a guard had already seen him and reported it. He was heartbroken!

After a while, the guard came out of the palace, saluted Chen Qiu and said, "Commander Chen, Your Majesty invites you."

Chen Qiu took a deep breath and walked into the hall as if he was ready to die. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the palace, he felt an overwhelming feeling of oppression.

Chu Heng was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and sitting in front of the case. The memorial table on the left side of the case was high, and the veins on the back of the hand holding the pen were slightly bulging.

"Your Majesty, Chen Qiu, pays homage to your Majesty." Chen Qiu saluted respectfully.

Chu Heng said without raising his head: "No need to be polite, let's get up." After saying the last word, he carefully placed the Howling Wolf brush on the pen holder, picked up the already cold tea next to him and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing that Chen Qiu was silent for a long time, Chu Heng looked sideways in confusion, with an ominous premonition in his heart. He said angrily: "Why, the commander-in-chief of my bodyguard went out for a trip and was poisoned and mute."

Chen Qiu grabbed his right hand with his left hand. What do you want me to say? Your sapling is growing crookedly and you want to go into business.

Suddenly an inspiration flashed in his mind, and Chen Qiu smiled and said, "I have good news and bad news. Which one will your Majesty listen to first?"

Chu Heng sneered and put down the flower porcelain tea cup. He said expressionlessly: "I think you are suitable to go out and kneel with Si Yuandao."

Chen Qiu coughed dryly, lowered his head and said, "Young master Xie wants to go into business. He is very talented..." Business wizard +1, talent -1.

Chen Qiu stared at the gold bricks at his feet. Well, it's a pity. The Tian family can't sell it with dignity, otherwise it can relieve the emptiness of the treasury.

Chu Heng glanced around at the things on the desk. Memorials could not be thrown away. Jizhou porcelain teacups cost ten gold each. Langhao brushes were also quite expensive... Finally, he crumpled a piece of waste paper into a ball and threw it at Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu leaned forward slightly, and the paper ball hit him on the head.

Chu Heng almost laughed out of anger at him. He raised his hand and pointed up and down at Chen Qiu for a long time. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Si Yuandao's resignation memorial and flicked his sleeves. He said angrily: "Tell Si Yuandao to come in."

Si Yuandao limped in because he had been kneeling for a long time.

"Old minister, I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Chen Qiu looked at Si Yuandao from the corner of his eyes, feeling filled with regret. Master Si was actually quite miserable, as his daughter was forcibly sent to the palace by Chu Tianchen's people. The lady couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide by hanging herself from the beam.

Nowadays, Mr. Si can be said to be alone.

Chu Heng looked at the way he walked and pinched his eyebrows, feeling a headache. He said helplessly: "Come, please give me a seat."

Two attendants carried the golden nanmu chair to Si Yuandao. After Si Yuanda thanked him, he just sat down with his buttocks next to the chair.

"I have good news and bad news. Which one should Si Aiqing listen to first?"

Chu Heng was leaning on the dragon chair, holding Si Yuandao's resignation memorial in his hand.

Si Yuandao, wearing a red official robe, said calmly: "I already know the good news, please tell me the bad news."

Chu Heng raised his eyebrows. As expected, Si Yuandao's brain was better than Chen Qiu's. Youyou said: "I have approved Aiqing's resignation memorial, but I don't know what Aiqing's plans will be in the future?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Si Yuandao's eyes. He followed Chu Heng and started a rebellion, just to overthrow Chu Tianchen's throne.

He knew that now was the time for the imperial court to employ people, but the thought of his daughter dying in this palace made him heartbroken.

Si Yuandao put away the sadness in his eyes and said with unsteady breath: "But it's up to Your Majesty to make the decision."

"There is a child in Jiangling, Jingzhou, who is extremely intelligent and has considerable talents." Chu Heng paused for a moment, as if thinking about his words.

"It seems that I have strayed into business recently. I would like to ask Mr. Si to be that boy's husband temporarily. When I have money, I will build a new palace and Mr. Si will come back."

Si Yuandao stroked his goatee gently, pondered for a moment and said, "The child your Majesty refers to is the Marquis of Qinghe Ting, Xie Yuheng."

As for the second half, he simply ignored it. Now the treasury is so poor that even a rat passing by would be disgusted. When the imperial court becomes rich, it will be like the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, alas.

"Exactly."

Si Yuandao stood up, knelt down and kowtowed. He said: "I will live up to your majesty's trust."

......

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

Si Yuandao's carriage arrived at Jiangling at the same time. Chang He, a scholar, lifted the curtain and looked out.

The remaining clouds dispersed into clouds, and a few rays of golden light penetrated the clouds and shone on the mountain peaks not far away. Smoke curled up from several small courtyards in the distance.

Chang He lowered the car curtain and poured a cup of tea for Si Yuandao. He asked softly: "My lord, it's getting late, but I want to rest at the city station for the night and go to Qinghe Village tomorrow."

Si Yuandao looked at the book in his hand intently and said in a low voice: "No need, only by surprise can you see the truth." The carriage drove slowly towards Qinghe Village under the sunset, leaving long ruts on the road.

Xie family.

The eldest girls and young wives in the village gathered at Xie's house carrying flowers and fruits.

When night falls, the person who threads the needles the fastest and most with silk thread in hand will come out on top, and will be the protagonist of the discussion in the village for a long time.

The little boy in red sat under the peach blossoms, with a plate of cut yellow-core watermelon on the table in front of him.

Of course, it is the local Xizi melon. The seeds are large and not too sweet. They come in various colors, including red, white, and yellow.

Xie Yuheng was watching the little girls tying "Qiao Niang" with straw. He picked up a piece of watermelon and put it into his mouth. It was surprisingly sweet. He must have chosen it specially for his mother.