The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

After the betting game in the autumn exam was over, Chu Yizhao won two hundred taels of silver. As soon as he returned to the embroidery workshop, he saw Zhang Yanqiu.

Zhang Yanqiu, wearing a long cloth gown and looking timid, stood in front of the cabinet.

When people are happy, they feel refreshed and even their backs straighten a little.

He turned his head and looked over when he saw her. His eyes lit up.

"Miss, you are back"

Chu Yizhao smiled and said, "Congratulations, now you should call me Master Zhang."

"Miss, you are embarrassing me."

Zhang Yanqiu said a few more words of gratitude, but Chu Yizhao didn't take it to heart. Passing the imperial examination was his own ability, and all she did was to provide him with a place to stay now.

It was just Zhang Yanqiu's words that attracted Chu Yizhao's attention.

"The Duke of Chu is an upright official with profound knowledge and talent. He is a role model for contemporary Confucian scholars. I admire him greatly."

What the hell is this?

Chu Yizhao glanced at him displeasedly.

"I saved you, not to let you flatter Chu Huai"

Ignoring Zhang Yanqiu's stunned expression, Chu Yizhao took two steps forward, then turned back and added a sentence. His cold voice seemed to come faintly from the valley.

"Officials should avoid party disputes. Loyalty to the emperor and love for the people are what you should do."

The sound of wind blows through the streets. Shanglin Street is always bustling. On the east side are jade and brocade worth thousands of gold, and on the west side are wonton noodles that cost three cents a bowl.

People were coming and going in front of Furong Embroidery Workshop. Zhang Yanqiu stood at the counter in a daze until someone knocked on the table and he came to his senses.

Xia Ning was wearing a pastel-colored embroidered skirt. She loved peach blossoms very much, and even in the autumn when the flowers had faded and the leaves had withered, her skirt was embroidered with lively pink peaches.

She had a fair face and the softness of the southern water villages. She stood there gracefully, like a peach branch in the mist and rain.

Zhang Yanqiu, who had just come to his senses, lowered his head again with a red face, "Miss Xia Ning, do you want to talk to me about something?"

Xia Ning found it funny. She looked very old?

This man treated her like a grandmother from the moment they met, always bowing his head or bending over to her.

She placed the item in her hand in front of Zhang Yanqiu.

"Miss left in a hurry and forgot to give this to you"

Two hundred-liang silver bills floated lightly on the table, but in Zhang Yanqiu's eyes, they seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

His eyes were shaken,

“What…what is this?”

Xia Ning said, "The lady said that the money won in the gambling game at Yuxianlou will naturally belong to you."

"No, no, I don't want it." Zhang Yanqiu waved his hands repeatedly, "Miss, the capital is paid by you, and the winnings belong to you, how can you give it to me?"

Song Qichuan happened to come over and heard the conversation between the two. His eyes widened with jealousy.

"You good-for-nothing, you do nothing and run outside every day, and yet Miss still loves you so much!"

Could it be that the saying is true: All things are inferior except reading?

Song Qichuan was so angry that he grabbed two banknotes from under their noses, stuffed them into his arms and ran away, saying to Zhang Yanqiu fiercely,

"You are such a great scholar? I have to serve you food!"

“Hey—you!”

Zhang Yanqiu hurriedly chased out of the counter, but Song Qichuan swung his leg and rushed out, leaving the embroidery workshop in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yanqiu chased to the door, but only saw two willow-like arms disappearing at the end of the street.

He turned around, spread his hands, and asked Xia Ning anxiously,

"What should I do? I don't have that much money to pay the lady back."

Xia Ning's gentle smile, but the tone of her voice is like the cold dew and rain in the morning

"Mr. Zhang, don't panic. The young lady said that this money was originally given to you for socializing."

"A golden house is like a mirage. How can it be compared to the loyal ministers and high officials who are diligent and filial to you? Don't forget each other in the future."

The noisy and bustling sounds around his ears quickly receded like the tide. Time froze at this moment. Zhang Yanqiu exhaled the foul air in his throat with difficulty.

"Miss...

Xia Ning saw his shoulders gradually becoming hunched and stopped talking.

The scene of entertaining students in the capital city was a grand affair. The nobles and officials were used to this kind of scene, and most of them gave up after going twice, and their elders politely declined on their behalf.

But if there is someone who has studied hard for ten years and suddenly gained power, his pure and honest nature will inevitably be disturbed after hearing a few words from his nephew.

In his previous life, Zhang Yanqiu had been recruited before, but at that time, he had his leg broken by Meng Yang.

Knowing that a button of the royal family is more valuable than the life of an ordinary person.

Those in power abuse their power and disregard human lives. In the struggle for succession, if you are not careful, you will be sucked into the vortex and become the dust under the car.

In this life, he went in and out of the nobles' mansions every day, toasting and exchanging cups. Chu Yizhao suddenly felt that the ancients were honest and would not deceive him.

Real gold is not afraid of fire, real gold must be refined by fire.

If things go too smoothly, it will be difficult to create a rough jade.

Chu Yizhao picked up the white tea on the table and took a sip. Li Zhu had just asked her to meet him and asked her in various ways whether she had a lover. She probably wanted to set her up with someone at the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

This reminded her of something. It seemed that she hadn't seen Chu Yingxue for a few days. In her previous life, she danced beautifully at the Hundred Flowers Banquet and begged for mercy for Chu Yunyu.

This time she has been engaged to Quan Yanshu, and the Qingliu family is the most polite and strict.

Does she still dare to dance this bare-shoulder dance?

The Jade Lake is clear and cool. In the hexagonal pavilion, a woman in a moon-white gauze dress is beautiful and elegant.

Twisting the white porcelain cup in hand, the whole body exudes the bookish tea aroma that has settled in the world. From afar, the jade shadow is quiet, as if trapped in an old dream of the peace of hometown.

“See, I told you you’d like it.”

The girl was lying on the railing, looking sideways at the handsome young man beside her. The young man had jade-like eyebrows and eyes, an elegant and upright figure, and was wearing a long robe. He looked like a pine or cypress on a high mountain.

Different from Qingzheng Katsumori's temperament, his cheeks were flushed, and his black jade eyes were looking straight at the pavilion by the lake.

The amazement in his eyes added a touch of charming charm to this usually serious face.

The girl was a daughter of the Quan family's side branch. That day, she was sitting next to Lady Xu at the horse racing field.

After Old Lady Xu finished speaking, she took a liking to this young lady at first sight. She and her elegant cousin were simply a perfect match made in heaven.

The Quan and Chu families were planning to marry, but he was very opposed to the marriage and went back to Tangshan Academy to study. However, his mother secretly exchanged her engagement certificate with someone else without his knowledge.

A man cannot have a family without a career. He is pure-hearted and has only the books of sages in his heart. If he marries too early, he will inevitably neglect the girl.

He wanted to persuade his grandmother to make the decision for him and return the Geng Tie.

But his cousin brought him here mysteriously.

Looking at the beautiful figure in the lake, Quan Yanshu murmured softly,

"Quiet...quiet but fragrant, I like it"

...

September 15th is a feast of flowers.

The prince is choosing a concubine, and all the flowers are competing for beauty.

It was a late autumn day and the sky was turning pale.

The official road leading to the palace was blocked by a long line of colorful carriages.

The ladies and daughters of various families were waiting quietly, and the sounds of the wheels moving forward and the horses' hooves stepping on the leaves collided in the air.

Zuo Suiyan tightly grasped the handkerchief, and her cardamom-stained nails pinched off the silver thread on Chu Yizhao's sleeve.

"Don't be afraid"

Zuo Suiyan is dressed up today and is even more dazzling than the goddesses and fairies in heaven.

Zuo Suiyan thought about it, and then thought about it again, and finally said in a trembling voice,

"Amin, do I look good?"

Oh my god, you are so beautiful!

Chu Yizhao nodded heavily, with great sincerity.

"You are more beautiful than me, you win"

"Pfft..." Zuo Suiyan burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth.

"You oh you"

This interruption eased her nervous mood a little, her dress became smooth, and in a blink of an eye, the horse farm stopped.

"Miss, we have arrived at the palace gate"

Chu Yizhao got out of the car and looked at the two familiar red walls with a distant gaze. Thinking of what that man said, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lovers get married.