[Red Chamber] The imperial examination life of the great master

After sending Jia Amnesty away.

There was an instant silence in the study.

The silence that should have been taken for granted was unbearable for some reason.

Zhang Heng felt a little uncomfortable when he stood up and sat down.

The study room was lively and lively just now, but now it is silent.

Throwing away the book in hand, Zhang Heng called his subordinates.

"Has there been any changes at the Seventh Prince's side recently?" Zhang Heng sat on the official hat chair, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and asked.

The subordinate thought for a while, "Not long ago, the Seventh Prince went to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to meet Xu Chengsong."

"Oh?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, "How long has he been in there?"

"Probably less than a cup of tea time." The subordinate replied.

A cup of tea time?Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the armrest one after another. The time for this cup of tea is not too short, and it is enough to order something and hand over to someone.

Xu Chengsong is an old man, so he must still have a lot of people on hand.

"Do you know what they said?" Zhang Heng asked thoughtfully.

The subordinate shook his head, "They seem to have taken precautions, all the nails we had planted have been pulled out."

Tsk.Zhang Heng picked up the teacup, probably Xu Chengsong's trick was also used to pull out the nails in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and it was still tender.

"Keep an eye on him and Song Yuanqing, these two people must have a plan when they get together." Zhang Heng said with a serious face.

"Yes!" said the subordinate.

Zhang Heng waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

When the study room became quiet again, he sat down on the couch and lit the small stove again.

He looked at the stove and suddenly smiled.

What kind of person do you like?

Zhang Heng smiled and shook his head.

He never thought about this problem. When he was young, he never thought about it. When he was a little older, there was a sudden family change, and the burden of the Zhang family fell on his shoulders. I have to take care of the prince again to prevent being tricked by villains, and I have so many roles that I hardly have time to spare, let alone think about it.

If Jia Amnesty didn't mention it, Zhang Heng wouldn't even think about what kind of person he would like.

Zhang Heng thought for a while, but really couldn't figure out what kind of person he liked, so he simply let go and didn't care about this matter anymore.

However, the next morning.

When he woke up early in the morning, disbelief was written all over his face.

"Master," the serving maids waited with copper plates and towels.

Zhang Heng glanced at them, waved his hands, "Put down the things, go out."

"Yes!" The maids looked at each other, put down the copper plate and went out.

Zhang Heng lifted the quilt and glanced down. He covered his face in disbelief, and let out a few words from between his fingers, "Crazy?"

He actually dreamed of Jia She.

Something is wrong with Master Zhang!

Jia Amnesty looked down at the "Miscellaneous Notes on the Classics and Meanings" in his hand, guessing that Zhang Heng hadn't noticed, so he secretly glanced at Zhang Heng from the corner of his eye.

He was holding on to "The Analects of Confucius", but his mind was obviously not on the book.

His eyes fell on the window lattice, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jia Amnesty rubbed his chin thoughtfully, if it was in the past, Zhang Heng would have noticed his distraction like this.

But now, he has looked at Zhang Heng several times, but Zhang Heng has no reaction at all.

It can be seen that something must have happened to Zhang Heng.

"Master Zhang!" Jia Amnesty raised his voice and raised his voice.

Zhang Heng was obviously taken aback. He coughed and pretended to be nonchalant, "What's the matter?"

"I have something to ask Mr. Zhang." Jia She said with a smile.

"Oh." Zhang Heng took the "Miscellaneous Notes on the Classics and Meanings" from Jia Amnesty's hand. He had extensive knowledge, and he was able to explain it to Jia Amnesty with just a cursory glance.

Under his guidance these days, Jia She's progress can be said to be by leaps and bounds.

"So that's what it means." Jia She nodded thoughtfully, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Heng, "By the way, my lord, what were you thinking just now? You were so absorbed in thinking."

Zhang Heng looked at Jia She with curiosity and searching eyes, and suddenly thought of the scene in the dream, his ears turned red, "Ahem, it's nothing, it's just a matter of the court."

What about the court?

Jia Amnesty glanced at Zhang Heng's almost reddened ears, who was he fooling.

This looks like a spring heart beat!

"It turned out to be a matter of the court." Jia Amnesty took care of Mr. Xia Zhang's face, and pretended to be blind in a cooperative way: "Mr. Zhang, it's really hard work."

"It should, it should." Zhang Heng looked away and said with a guilty conscience.

How could he!How could he dream of Jia She?

Is he the kind of crazy person? !

"I will try it in the next day. I won't come to Mr. Zhang tomorrow. I will trouble Mr. Zhang these days." Jia Amnesty packed up his things and said.

Zhang Heng pursed his lips and glanced at Jia She, "If you can pass the Huiyuan exam, then you won't be called trouble."

Jia Amnesty thought it was a bit funny.

Xu is that beauty is in the eyes of lovers, and he actually thinks such a stubborn Mrs. Zhang is quite cute.

"Accept your auspicious words." Jia She said with a smile.

Before leaving, Zhang Heng glanced at him, hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

Jia Amnesty is strange, Zhang Heng has always been decisive, when did he hesitate so much?

He stopped, turned his back, and asked with a smile: "My lord, is there anything else?"

Zhang Heng cleared his throat, pretending to be nonchalant and asked: "Is your house still full of people lately?"

He was very euphemistic.

Jia Amnesty was stunned, and after thinking about it, he didn't understand what he meant by asking this question. When he was about to tell the truth, a thought suddenly came to his mind——Master Zhang is asking about the matchmaker?

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be confused and said: "Yes, there are quite a few relatives and friends visiting the house these days."

Zhang Heng gritted his teeth, this little fox clearly knew what he was asking, but pretended to be confused while pretending to understand, it really made people hate and love him at the same time.

"I'm talking about a matchmaker!" Zhang Heng took a rare step back and asked with gritted teeth in his tone.

"It turned out that Mr. Zhang was asking about a matchmaker. Why didn't Mr. Zhang say it directly? How can the students understand what you said?" Jia Amnesty said with a smile, even though he was cheap.

Zhang Heng threw two sharp knives at him.

Jia Amnesty is a typical example of what it means to see what is good but not to accept it.

Jia Amnesty hurriedly comforted Mao: "The students have already told their parents that their studies are the most important right now, and nothing else will be paid attention to."

Only then did Zhang Heng feel smooth in his heart, and he glanced at Jia She, "Yeah."

Jia Amnesty slandered in his heart: This Zhang lord is enough to make a fuss.

He didn't dare to say it outright, knowing how powerful Zhang Heng was.

"Then—students are leaving first." Jia Amnesty said.

Zhang Heng nodded, "Go, I look forward to your return from Toad Palace."

Jia Amnesty's heart felt warm, and he said yes with a smile.

Although the adult in this chapter is sullen, his mouth is still very good at talking.

If Jia Amnesty's thoughts were known to other ministers in the court, they would definitely be suspected, whether they were talking about the same Zhang Heng or not.

Everyone knows that Mr. Zhang's mouth is like a knife.

Not to mention the dead are considered kind.

Where is the talking master? !