First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 175 God-level green tea (one more)

  Gu Changqing wins the money softly.

  The old lady was planning to find someone who was taken advantage of and emptied his wallet, but she had lost her own money.

  She held the head of Xiaojingkong, and couldn’t wait to scream up to the sky--

  Small clearance: I finally grew a few hairs, and you are about to remove them all!

  Gu Changqing is like a child who has done bad things with his parents on his back. There is a little red of excitement on the cold handsome face.

  No wonder my brothers like to play so much, it is really interesting.

  Of course, what he enjoys is the process, not the money he won.

  It’s embarrassing to be empty-handed. Where can I take away other people’s money?

  But the old lady is a good gambler.

  I can afford to win and lose, resolutely not accept Gu Changqing's return bet!

  Gu Changqing thought for a while, and wrapped the silver into new year's money and gave it to several children.

  Gu Jiao looked at the crushed silver in her hand, and said in a suspicious voice, "Me too?"

   "Yeah." Gu Changqing nodded.

  In his eyes, Gu Jiao and Gu Yan are both children at the same age. Gu Yan has it, so she naturally has it.

  Gu Jiao, who has always given her family's new year's money, was the first to recover the new year's money that was given to her by others.

  Actually, the bulk of the silver came from the old lady. She put the most punches today and lost the worst.

  Although she also got a red envelope from Gu Changqing, she couldn't make ends meet.

  The old lady went back to the house to sharpen her kitchen knife, and it was time to rob her of private money again!

  The old Jijiu on the carriage suddenly shuddered, and his back was chilly!

Old Jijiu took Xiao Liulang to visit this old friend named Feng, who was from the third grade of Hongyou Temple, and was of the same rank as Guozijian Jijiu. Of course, if you want to say that you have a face in front of your majesty, it is still old Jijiu. Get the face.

  Lao Jijiu is better at officialdom's thick black studies, suppressing opponents' leverage, to please your majesty, and let your majesty feel that he is a pragmatic and knowledgeable.

   is really hidden deep!

  Feng Lao is a scholar who is truly devoted to academics.

  Hongxu Temple is the diplomatic department of Zhaoguo. Feng Lao relied on absolute strength to sit in the position of Hongxu Temple Qing. He is proficient in six languages ​​and dialects of more than 30 ethnic minorities. He is a treasure of language academic circles.

  His accomplishments are far more than these. If you count them down, you can't finish them in three days and three nights.

  It's just that others are too straightforward and their minds are too simple, and they are not suitable for intriguing officialdom.

  One year when he was framed by others, he was almost accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason. It was the old Jijiu idea that saved him, but both he and Lao Jijiu were deeply aware that the officialdom was not suitable for him.

  So he resigned and focused on studying at home.

  He has traveled through the great rivers and mountains of the six countries, the most remote deserts, and the most dangerous Gobi.

  He was very poor in his life, and his wife pawned her dowry to make a living.

  For Zhaoguo, he is a blessing and a blessing, but for his wife, marrying such a mate is a lifetime sorrow.

  Feng always has sons, and there are three others. However, they are all mediocre. Of course, it is also possible that Feng Lao only cares about his own learning and neglects to train the children.

Feng Lao felt that he was running out of time, so he wrote a letter to Lao Jijiu, just to ask him to help him find a suitable heir.

After thinking about it, the old Jijiu took Xiao Liulang with him.

  Feng Lao was paralyzed on the bed, hearing the sound of footsteps, hoarsely said: "Brother, are you here?"

  Lao Jijiu said to Xiao Liulang: "You wait for me outside for a while."

  Xiao Liulang responded.

  Old Jijiu stepped into the room: "Hey, here comes, how do you feel today?"

  Feng Lao is actually not very quick to speak. He has a difficult pronunciation, but his complexion is very ruddy: "Much better."

  Lao Jijiu sat down on the chair in front of the bed: "I think so, in two days, you will be able to get out of bed!"

  Feng Lao shook his head slightly: "My deadline is approaching, I know it in my heart."

  Lao Jijiu sighed secretly, the person who could not even speak a few words suddenly became so good in spirit, who could not understand what was going on?

   "Did people... bring them?" Feng Lao asked.

   "I brought it here, it's my disciple." Old Jijiu glanced at him and said, "I reluctantly gave up my love this time and let my disciples out!"

   "Which surnamed Li?" Feng Lao waved his head, "No, no, too old."

  Old Jijiu: No, you still picked it up? Who is the older one of you?

   Dean Li is really not old, he is less than 40, he is in his prime of life.

  Although Lao Jijiu brought a young apprentice, but the old apprentice was disgusted by Feng Lao. He couldn't help but ridicule: "What's the matter, do you still want to find someone tender enough to pull out the water?"

   Feng Lao hum.

  Lao Jijiu actually understands what he means. Younger people have a little more time left. His knowledge in this life cannot be completed in ten or twenty years.

   "Come in." Old Jijiu said to the door.

  Xiao Liulang walked in.

Feng Lao's eyes fell on Xiao Liulang's face, his whole body was stiff.

  Xiao Liulang took Feng Lao's class when he was a child, and Feng Lao must have known him.

  However, Feng Lao almost choked Lao Jijiu with his next sentence: "Am I dead? Why are you dead? It's over, no one has inherited my mantle!"

  Xiao Liulang: "..."

  Old Sacrificial Wine: "..."

It took a lot of effort for Lao Jijiu to convince Feng Lao that the boy in front of him was not dead.

  As for the reason why he did not die, Lao Jijiu did not say, and Feng Lao did not ask.

  Live to this age, know the destiny, some things know well, but you can’t go into it.

  The wind is always like this, so is the old sacrificial wine.

  Old Jijiu asked: "Are you satisfied with this heir?"

   "Satisfied, satisfied." Feng Lao smiled from ear to ear.

  He also fell in love with this kid back then. It wasn't that the old Jijiu got the moon first when he approached the water tower. He had snatched him over to become his apprentice.

  The biggest regret in his life is that he did not accept a disciple that he wanted.

  This time is complete.

  Things were in a hurry, everything was kept simple. Under the auspices of the old Jijiu, Xiao Liulang performed a simple apprenticeship.

  Feng Lao was completely paralyzed from below his neck, and it was difficult to eat. Lao Jijiu symbolically made him clink his glasses, even if he had drunk the apprentice tea.

  Since then, Xiao Liulang has been his heir.

  Feng Lao asked his wife to bring her lifetime literary collections and moved them to the carriage of Lao Jijiu.

  Lao Jijiu saw that his study was emptied, and he was embarrassed: "Uh...sister-in-law, do you want to keep some for yourself?"

  The old lady Feng waved her hand: "Hurry up and move away, please, I've been burdened by these things for a lifetime, so don't talk to me anymore!"

  Lao Jijiu confided: "Okay, then I have a chance to visit my sister-in-law again."

  Xiao Liulang also rushed to the old lady to pay a respect for the younger generation.

  That night, Feng Lao left.

   Because of his wish, he walked peacefully.

  This incident dealt a big blow to Lao Jijiu, and he suddenly realized that he was half buried in the loess.

  In fact, if it were not for the little benefactor, he would have died as early as the time on the mountain.

  What did God arrange for him to survive?

  Old Jijiu raised his eyes in the yard and looked up at the stars, thinking about life.

  The old lady came over to rob with a knife, but before she spoke, the old Jijiu faintly handed over the purse.

  The old lady said weirdly: "Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

  Lao Jijiu did not look at her, but still looked up at the endless starry sky: "Zhuang Jinse, what do you say that a person's life is for? Life does not bring death and does not take it away."

  Zhuang, Jin, Se?

  Good familiar name.

  The old lady also looked up at the stars.

  On the other side of the starry sky, there seems to be a distant memory calling her across the years.

  Suddenly her mood became heavy, and her whole body became melancholy and melancholy.

She looked down and counted the money bags, and became even more melancholy: "The surname is Huo! You can save money for the private house if you play mystery here! There are so few copper plates, enough to play a few cards! How much is still hidden, all will be handed over to the old lady. !"

  Lao Jijiu: Can't you get through the game like this? ? ?

  The old lady who had robbed the small money went back next door contentedly.

  Old Jijiu's plan to numb the old lady is true, and he laments that life is not fake.

  He is really worried.

  I am afraid that one day I will go like Feng Lao.

  Feng Lao’s obsession in the world is his mantle.

  The mantle has enough good people to inherit, and Feng Lao will die without regret.

  He is different.

  He has people who can’t let go.

  In the past, he thought that the person was dead, and he had no nostalgia for this world.

  But now, his Ah Heng is still alive, he dare not get sick, dare not die.

  Don't worry about leaving him alone in the world, facing everything alone.

   "Aheng, what else can you do for you as a teacher?"

On the fifteenth of the first lunar month, after the Spring Festival, the Imperial College and the major academies in Beijing opened one after another, and the government offices and court halls were all opened.

  After a good year, the first day of the Shang Dynasty is often more gentle, and the books selected by the civil and military officials are also more gentle and meaningful. In short, it is to please the good luck.

  It is unlucky to not make the court smoky as soon as the Chinese New Year begins.

  Zheng Mansion, Zheng Siye is also planning to go out.

  He got the news from Taifu Zhuang long ago that the offering of wine has been settled. His Majesty will designate the eldest prince as King Ning at the first meeting of the Chinese New Year, and at the same time, he will be designated as the Imperial Prison to sacrifice wine.

  "Congratulations, Master, Congratulations, Master!" said the butler.

  Zheng Siye proudly raised his chin: "What is there to congratulate you? It's not because of those bad things, this lord should have been the prison of the country!"

  The butler said: "What the master said! But it's not too late now!"

  "So too."

  Zheng Siye smiled.

   Thinking of something, he asked: "Is the clothes ironed?"

  The butler hurriedly said: "That's it! Just wait for the coat of arms of the court to come down and embroider it for you!"

  Guozijian’s clothes were specially made by the imperial court, but Zheng Siye couldn’t wait and let them do it early, but there was no emblem of the Guozijian sacrifice wine.

   "Take me a look!" Zheng Siye said.

   "Yes!" The butler smiled and took the clothes over.

  Zheng Siye has a pair of green eyes.

  The butler said: "Master, would you like to try on the size first?"

  Zheng Siye cleared his throat: "Cough, this, okay, in case the size is not suitable, you should change it in time."

  The butler smiled and said: "That's the reason!"

  Zheng Siye couldn’t wait to change into the wine sacrificial clothing, stepped into official steps, spread his arms, and let the butler appreciate it: "How?"

  The butler gave a thumbs up and slapped flattery: "It's right, it's right! The master is so majestic in this suit!"

Zheng Siye was so angry that he came to the bronze mirror and took photos of the front, back, left and right, brushed his wide sleeves, and smiled: "It's just a bad badge!"

  The butler smiled and said, "You will be there when you come back from the court!"

  Zheng Siye reluctantly took off the sacrificial wine clothing. After today, he can wear it every day!

  Zheng Siye came to the court.

  It was dark, the door of the palace had not been opened yet, and the ministers were waiting outside.

   Seeing Zheng Siye coming, first the official secretary Shangshu said congratulations, and then Hubu Shangshu, Hongyousiqing and others also came over to say congratulations.

  Obviously, everyone has heard that Zheng Siye is about to be canonized as a sacrificial wine.

  This is a sure thing. Zheng Siye didn’t even bother to act out the apparent modesty, and smiled back with a few people.

  His official position is now under a few adults, but he will sit on an equal footing with them after he has left the court, so his salute at this moment has become a flat salute.

   Soon, the palace gate opened.

   "Master Zheng, please." An official said with a smile.

  Zheng Siye smiled, and walked up to the Golden Temple with his head high.

  The first session of the new year will be as friendly as in previous years.

The memorials handed over by the civil and military officials all praised your majesty's achievements.

   Your Majesty is very happy.

   Consistent with the gossip that came out of the palace, he first praised the eldest prince, canonized him as King Ning, and soon it was the turn of the Imperial College.

  "Since the Imperial College has reopened, the post of sacrificial wine cannot always be left empty, but fortunately, I already have a suitable candidate in my heart..." His majesty's majestic voice echoed throughout the Jinluan Hall.

  Zheng Siye straightened his waist excitedly.

  He finally waited until this day!

  Wait! Wait! Wait!

  His mood at this moment is probably only comparable to a married girl. He is like a bride to be married, waiting for the bridegroom officer to come and visit him!

  Then he saw a **** walking hurriedly, kneeling outside the Jinluan Temple: "Your Majesty! Have your letter!"

  Ordinary letters will not break into the Palace of Jinluan, unless they are in a hurry.

  Everyone thought, could it be that the border check came again with an emergency report of eight hundred miles?

   "Come up." His Majesty said.

  The **** presented the letter to His Majesty.

  After reading the letter, Your Majesty stood up from the dragon chair.

  Everyone was stunned, what happened to this? The border has fallen?

  In the next second, everyone heard your Majesty say with excitement: "Lao and Lao Jijiu have returned to Beijing. He has written to me. He also asked me if I am doing well..."

  Zheng Siye's heart beeped the dog.

  Isn’t the old Jijiu returning home 800 years ago? What do you mean by writing a letter to seduce your majesty at this juncture?

   is still an affectionate letter, very particular about the words and sentences, roughly translated: Your Majesty, haven’t seen you in a few years, how are you? Please forgive me for being self-willed, I feel guilty every time I think of your majesty's love for me. Now that I am back, my Majesty, is your heart still the same? "

  Due to the predecessor of green tea!

   His Majesty was deeply moved, tears filled his eyes: "We will discuss the wine sacrifice later, and withdraw from the court!"

  Zheng Siye is like a bolt from the blue!

  Scumbag!

  　Tea or old sacrificial wine tea 23333

  (End of this chapter)