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

Whoever has a trick in his head should go to the Yamen and get a job for himself.

......

The last day of August.

Candidates from all over Jingzhou left Linyuan City one after another, bringing their own luggage and Linyuan specialties as gifts to relatives and friends.

In Xiaoyue City, a newly planted sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted two months ago to win the favor of the hospital and the township for the second examination.

Now the branches have been pruned away, leaving only the green osmanthus leaves high up, without any trace of goose yellow.

Just because I thank Xiao Sanyuan Yuan for his Qiuxiang poem. That sentence: "A piece of neon clothes is played outside, where the phoenix is ​​wiggling and the sky is falling."

From then on, every candidate who left the city every day would be sent off with sweet-scented osmanthus branches by their friends.

The sweet-scented osmanthus has the prophecy of Guanghan Gaojia, and a piece of Xiao sound is blown outside, which is arty and elegant.

Ya, so elegant!

After Yade, the candidates who left later had nothing to lose, so they had to spend one or two pennies to buy it from the vendors.

For a time, it provided many job opportunities for local villagers in Linyuan.

How can it not be considered another form of ‘high school’?

Before taking an official position, he had already worked for the people and made a living.

The Xie family's carriage convoy stopped near the outer city gate, under a few bare osmanthus trees.

Each carriage was stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus branches and Guanghan cakes presented by friends.

Xie Mingcheng gave a branch of sweet-scented osmanthus that he bought to Xie Yuheng...the little white bird on his shoulder.

The Suzaku tilted its head. It didn't take part in the imperial examination, so there was no need for it.

If it is edible... birds are vegetarian, but do not eat osmanthus.

Then, he shook his head and firmly refused.

What’s going on? Doesn’t the Divine Bird like ‘Guanghanxian’? Aren't they colleagues?

Xie Mingcheng scratched his head in confusion and could only retreat and put it into sister Yuheng's hands this time.

In that compartment, Si Yuandao and Zhuang Heixin were under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, playing "Yangguan Three Pieces" with the piano and the flute.

The sound of silk and bamboo touches my ears, touching the wanderer's sadness.

The thought of seeing my family again next time is at the end of the year. Xie Mingcheng couldn't help but feel the tip of his nose feel sore.

Xie Mingcheng's pouted mouth could hang an oil can. He grumbled and rubbed against the man in green next to Xie Yuheng.

Holding Xie Mingli's arm, shaking and shaking, everything is gone without saying anything!

Xie Mingli's face was soft, and An touched the top of his brother's head.

Well, my hair is a little thicker and not as easy to touch as my little sister's.

Xie Mingli said warmly: "Practice martial arts well and take care of yourself."

"It will be cold in the morning and evening, so remember to put on extra clothes."

The sound of silk and bamboo paused slightly. It turned out that Zhuang Yun suddenly got up and invited Xie Yuheng to play together.

The sound of the flute joined the Xiao Qin, and the sadness that filled Li Renren's heart was instantly wiped out.

At the gate of the city, several candidates were still saying goodbye.

After exchanging a few words of greetings, he quickly mounted his mule. It seemed that he was one step too late and was killed on the spot.

Xie Mingcheng's black eyes were clear, he nodded seriously, sniffed, and said:

"Brother, money."

Xie Mingli's forehead was throbbing with veins. He expressionlessly took off the purse from his waist and patted it into Xie Mingcheng's hand.

After all, it was full of brotherhood, wrongly paid!

After finishing the song, Zhuang Heixin quickly mounted his horse and fled Xiaoyue City, using the excuse that he had official business at the government office.

It's just that Zhuang Yun's leaving figure behaved strangely, as if he was slapping his own mouth.

When Xie Yuheng handed over the jade flute to Rong, he put it into the brocade box.

He touched his smooth little chin and thought about his mistake just now. road:

"I've been busy preparing for the exam this year, but I haven't played the flute for a long time, so my technique is quite unfamiliar."

"No, I think Yu Heng's flute skills have improved a lot!" Xie Mingcheng happily weighed his green purse.

Xie Yuheng looked at his second brother with starry eyes and asked with a smile: "Is this true, my second brother? Could it be that it was framed by Yuheng."

Xie Mingcheng, who was questioned, muttered: "How could I frame you? Is the second brother like that?"

I have indeed made a lot of progress. Well, I used to want to throw myself into the river and follow Qu Zi after listening to it for half an hour.

Now you only need to listen for a quarter of an hour. How can this not be considered progress?

Seeing the sincerity on his second brother's face, Xie Yuheng followed Suzaku, noting the dull hair caused by his poor sleeping posture yesterday.

Since the most upright second brother said so, it must be true!

"Cough cough cough, cough cough."

Listening to the conversation between the two brothers, Si Yuandao accidentally drank tea and became distracted.

Chang He beside him hurriedly patted the adult on the back.

Xie Yuheng walked to Si Yuandao with his short legs. He asked with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

Si Yuandao, whose face was slightly red due to coughing, waved his hand, and his complicated eyes fell on Xie Mingcheng, who was coming over.

Good boy, alas!

Xu Lu also looked at Xie Mingcheng with difficulty. It cannot be that his aesthetic taste in all aspects has been reduced because he stayed in the military camp for a long time.

......

One behind the other, two fairly well-decorated carriages stopped at an osmanthus tree not far from Xie's house.

From the carriage behind, a girl in a green skirt got out. Wearing a gauze scarf, only a pair of bright almond eyes can be seen.

He Sisi bit her lower lip lightly and rubbed between the two carriages, her feet feeling like they were stuck to the ground by freshly steamed glutinous rice.

Seeing that she had been waiting for a long time, a majestic female voice came from the carriage in front:

"Why did you dare to stop Mr. Xie in the street that day and invite him to worship the moon?"

"Today it's like a turtle looking at the blue sky and shrinking its head."

There was a mist in front of He Sisi's eyes, and she called out delicately with a thin voice.

"Daddy."

The sound is like the eighteen bends of the mountain road, bending again and again.

"Ahem, Sisi."

"Just listen to your mother. We ordinary merchants can't afford to offend Xie Tinghou."

On the upper of Shu forged shoes embroidered with green lotus, a chain of East beads swayed with the steps of its owner.

Sure enough, my grandmother was right, a child without a biological mother is like a grass.

Listening to He Sisi's footsteps walking away.

In the carriage, the mistress of the He family leaned lazily on the soft cushions, her red lips lightly parted:

"Master, let's see what kind of thing you have spoiled."

"How come she is wronged by being paired with the second son of the Shen family?"

"Oh, it must be that Second Young Master Shen likes her. Otherwise, as a concubine, she is neither illiterate nor good at housekeeping. Who can she marry?"

Mr. He brought his wrinkled face closer to his wife and tried to explain.

"Well, I feel sorry for her that she didn't have a mother since she was a child. I didn't expect it either."

Then he added in a low voice without any momentum: "There are not many people who are literate in Sisi..."

The mistress of the He family rolled her eyes and changed seats, too lazy to deal with this old guy with a wrong mind.

unlucky!

......

In this car, He Sisi walked neatly to the Xie family's motorcade.

Without anyone behind him to support him, every move he makes seems less petty.

Xie Yuheng sat on the bamboo chair brought out by Rong Shi, holding half a watermelon in his arms, waiting for the play to unfold.

"Sisi is in a state of shame, and I prostrate myself in shame. Please forgive me, sir, because..."

He Sisi stumbled while reciting her crime, taking out the manuscript and reading it from time to time.

Everyone watched silently, neither making a sound nor stopping.