After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

The mountain leader stroked his gray beard.

"It's really humiliating to let a distinguished scholar come to teach in the academy. Brother Su, there's no need to refuse."

Su Huairen stood up and handed over his hands: "Thank you Mr. Shanchang. We first came to Laiyang and struggled. Mr. Shanchang not only gave my two children the opportunity to study, but was also willing to accept me into the academy. Huairen is extremely grateful."

"Brother Su, you're welcome. I'm in love with you. The academy does need a gentleman like you. It's a blessing for the scholars that you can come to the academy to serve."

The mountain leader is telling the truth. Except for himself, there is really no gentleman in the academy who is a Jinshi.

The book boy refilled the tea for the two of them, and they chatted about the capital again.

Aunt Su was so excited that tears filled her eyes when she learned that her husband could also teach at Linjiang Academy.

"Mom, dad said that the academy's salary is generous, enough for A Jin and Nan Nan to study, and enough for us to live." Su Hui carefully hung the new clothes in the closet.

She originally planned to pick up embroidery work and take it home to support the family, but her sister said that she could just read and learn with her every year. The medical center made a lot of money, so she didn't have to worry about the family expenses.

In order to save money, she often took out cotton clothes to wear at home, so that when Nangong Zeyue saw her in the garden for the first time, she thought she was the maid her uncle bought for him.

Today Jiang Shuyue asked Qiu Ju to go out and buy some new clothes for everyone.

Su Huairen moved to the academy, but Aunt Su was reluctant to leave Sui Sui, so she didn't go with him.

The next morning.

Lin Miaoshou brought Shuisheng to Nangong Zeyue.

He looked solemn.

"Zeyue, my uncle will leave Shuisheng to you for the time being. This child is very talented and a good candidate for martial arts. If my uncle does not return to Black Pool Valley for a year, this child will be entrusted to you."

"Master, do you no longer want to be a disciple?"

Shuisheng heard that Lin Miaoshou seemed to be asking for help, and he felt panicked.

Without my grandmother, my master will leave me again.

Nangong Zeyue knew what Lin Miaoshou was going to do, so he stopped him and said, "Uncle, think twice. Empress Wei's father is a veteran of the imperial court. Her aunt's family has a big tree with deep roots. When we return to Black Pool Valley, we can gather together and take our fellow apprentices with us." If you go to Beijing, you have a better chance of winning.”

Lin Miao patted the baggage in his hand and said, "Here are the things that Yue Yatou has prepared for me. I'm sure of it."

There was a fierce look in his eyes: "The hatred of destroying the family is irreconcilable. I must kill the Wei father and daughter with my own hands to relieve my hatred."

The Empress Wei family is not an ordinary official family.

The emperor was fatuous, the queen's grandfather had assisted the late emperor, and Empress Wei's father was ambitious. In order to allow the queen's heirs to sit on the throne in the future, the Wei family had raised guards many years ago.

On the surface he is a servant, but in fact he is a murderous executioner.

Lin Miaoshou's father was once an imperial physician in the palace. He had evidence in his hand that the Wei family had murdered the royal heirs, which led to the murder.

He had to take revenge on the Lin family by himself.

Seeing that Nangong Zeyue couldn't persuade him, he took Shui Sheng's hand and said, "Uncle, I will take good care of my junior brother, and I will not slack off in practicing every day. If you go to the capital, if you don't have a chance to make a move, return to Blackpool Valley as soon as possible. Keep the green hills and don’t worry about running out of firewood.”

"Master, you must come back. My disciple will grow up one day."

"Practice well and master will come back."

Seeing his master leaving resolutely, Shui Sheng secretly vowed that he would study hard and practice hard to help his master kill his enemies in the future.

In the afternoon, more than twenty carriages pulled rice noodles and headed out of the city.

Nangong Zeyue and Shui Sheng rode the same horse.

The streets are busy with traffic, and the long motorcade is particularly eye-catching.

Passers-by stopped to watch.

"Is this the Yannan Palace sending food to the refugee villages again?"

Some people shook their heads: "It's not like that. When the palace delivers food, it's escorted by guards. You see, these carriages and horses are all running goods on the streets."

"Look, I saw that man riding a horse with his child in Jishi Hall."

"Is it Jishitang who is helping the victims?"

Someone said with certainty: "It must be Jishitang. Everyone says that Miss Jiang from Jishitang looks like a fairy. She is good at charity and must be a goddess descended to earth."

Nangong Zeyue sent the grain directly to the temporary official office where the grain was distributed.

Officials and government officials are registering the grain distribution according to the roster.

Meeting Nangong Zeyue was like meeting his parents.

"This young master has sent you food again. I will kowtow to you on behalf of the victims."

Nangong Zeyue quickly supported the official: "Sir, you can't help it. The food here is not mine alone. You have records. It will not cause anyone to receive more or less. You will help distribute it to the victims. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

If he remembered correctly, the jade-faced young man sent grain at least five times, and each time he delivered less than 200 dan.

Nangong Zeyue still wrote the number of loads of grain on the official document as usual, and still wrote the nameless person in the signature.

…

In the palace of Prince Yannan.

Xiao Jingzhao looked at the portrait in his hand, which he drew from memory.

He picked up a piece of paper on the table and covered the portrait, revealing only the upper half of the woman's face.

Xiang Yang's eyes lit up: "Master, they look really alike."

Xiao Jingzhao threw the knife at him.

"What does it mean to be true? If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not."

Xiao Jingzhao grew up in a military camp. He always spoke the truth and did not agree with the golden mean.

Xiang Yang shrank his neck and asked Xiang Song, "Is it similar? Miss Jiang's eyes are brighter."

Before Xiang Song could answer, Xiao Jingzhao waved: "Come here and take a closer look. Is it her?"

Xiao Jingzhao himself didn't know why the woman's appearance kept appearing in his mind these past two days.

Xiang Song went up and looked carefully, then moved the paper up a little, recalling Jiang Shuyue's appearance, no wonder he felt familiar.

"It's her."

Xiang Song's tone was firm.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, the girl in the master's writing is a little immature, it's been more than four years, Miss Jiang is more mature than before."

Xiang Yang was so excited when he heard it that he was ready to fight.

"I said it! Miss Jiang is as beautiful as a fairy, and she is the most suitable match for the master."

Xiang Song saw that the master frowned slightly, and pulled Xiang Yang out.

"When can you make progress? The master's face is almost dripping with ink, and you are still whining."

"I'm doing this for the master, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay! What you said makes sense, I won't stop you next time, you can wait to go to the stable to feed the horses!"

Xiang Song was disappointed.

"The master has ruined the innocence of others. If it is really Miss Jiang, is it just like this?" Xiang Yang muttered.

"Are you stupid? What was the situation at that time? The woman was also drugged. They saved each other's lives, you know?" Xiang Song glared at Xiang Yang, his eyes looked like he was looking at a fool.

"Doesn't that just show that the master and Miss Jiang are destined to be together?"

Xiang Song was almost furious at this stupidity. It was just a coincidence, how could it be related to fate.

When the two were arguing, a guard came to report that someone wanted to see them, and they shut up.

Xiao Jingzhao quickly put away the portrait.

"Come in."

Hearing the message, a man in official robes hurried in.

"Greetings, Prince."

"Why, isn't the money allocated enough?"

"No, I came to report that the young master has sent grain again, and some refugees recognized that he had appeared in Jishiditang."

Xiao Jingzhao raised his eyes slightly: "Are you saying that the person who secretly donated grain is Jishiditang?"