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

"No thanks, no thanks, Yuheng Guoguo said that government should be governed by virtue."

"As the prince, I should set an example by myself so that the people will be virtuous."

The little prince glanced at the bloody clothes behind her, and then sent for the imperial doctor to see her injury.

Then, with his short legs, he turned back to the original path.

He also has to take martial arts classes.

After the prince and his entourage left, the little palace maid stepped forward to help Dian Yi.

Wang Xi glared at Dian Yi fiercely.

"No wonder you don't want to fight with the Zajia family. It turns out that you've got a hold of the prince, you're a lowly maid!"

Dian Yi raised his eyelids slightly and sneered.

He dusted off his clothes and said sarcastically:

"The Marquis of Jiangling is right, read more books, and you won't become a stupid pig if you have some baseless things."

"Father-in-law, you'd better think more about yourself. I won't bother you to worry about what I do."

After that, he limped away.

After the death of her twin brother, she disguised herself as a man.

She considered herself to be no worse than men, but she was missing two ounces of meat between her legs, so she could not take part in the imperial examination.

She thought that if she could take the imperial examination and become an official.

Even if he is a county magistrate or a seventh-grade sesame official, he can still protect a woman.

It's a pity...sigh.

However, she is no longer needed now.

Dian Yi remembered what the little prince said just now and couldn't help but smile.

Also, only a kind-hearted person like Jianglinghou can teach Xiaorenjun.

She murmured: "Government is based on virtue, like Beichen, who lives in his place and all the stars share it."

Yuheng is also the name of the stars.

It is located in the middle of the Big Dipper, which is another kind of star.

......

Xie Yuheng had just returned to the Yamen Office of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the censors who came in and out all had their eyes lit up.

"The lower official has met the Censor of Zuo Qiandu."

"I've met Mr. Xie!"

"One day is like three autumns after not seeing each other for a long time. Mr. Xie is finally back!"

Xie Yuheng nodded with a smile on his face.

She also knew why these censors were so enthusiastic.

In front of the hall, under a flower tree.

A censor in green was so excited that he burst into tears when he saw Xie Yuheng's figure from a distance.

"Oh my God, Marquis Jiangling is closer than my biological father."

"From now on, I no longer have to listen to Mr. Zuodu Yushi reciting a lot of words before eating."

A long time ago, before Guanglu Temple was replaced, the food was unpalatable.

Later, the chef was changed and the food was delicious!

It's a pity that the Metropolitan Procuratorate has to listen to Zuo Du Yushi's recitation for half an hour every day during meals.

It is simply torture to endure the hunger and smell the aroma of food! What a terrible torture!

"That's why you don't like Zuodu Yushi's teachings?"

A voice came from behind Qingyi Censor.

The green censor nodded without thinking, "Of course, who would like to chant sutras..."

As he was talking, he suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar.

They are very similar to a certain gossipy censor from the Procuratorate...

The Tsing Yi Censor turned his head with difficulty, and met the death gaze of the Zuodu Censor.

He stretched out his hand and said hello with a smile: "Hahaha, morning, sir..."

Zuodu Yushi snorted coldly, "It's almost noon, and it's already late."

"All day long, if you don't do business, why don't you just squat here and count grass?"

The censor in green replied: "Returning to your lord, I have finished my official duties for today..."

"You're done, don't you know if you want to read more books?"

"A horse leaps forward but cannot take ten steps; a horse rides ten times, but the merit is not lost..."

The Censor of Zuodu talked non-stop and spit.

The Censor in Tsing Yi felt like he was mourning his heir and wanted to die.

Fortunately, a clear voice saved him from Zuodu Yushi's mouth in time.

"I've met Mr. Su!"