Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Cui Xie handed the mirror to the young man and asked him to return it to the master.

The little boy left in response, and as soon as he walked to the door, a somewhat mean voice suddenly sounded outside: "What are you going to shake with the mirror with the inkstone? Haven't things been cleaned up yet? The master gave orders before going to the office. Today, the young master must be ordered Sending it back to my hometown, now it’s almost the hour, and there are still so many cages that haven’t been loaded into the car, do you want to wait for the master to come home and come home again!"

He couldn't turn around when he was lying on the bed, only to see that he was a man in a blue gown, stepping on the doorstep, pointing like an overseer.

Another person outside the door said: "Cui Ming, you have also seen the injury of the young master, how can you bear to push it like this?"

Cui Ming snorted coldly: "Uncle Yuan, do you always see the eldest master's injuries, but do you not see the second master's injuries? Are you complaining about the master's innocence or the wife's unkindness? I think you always talk to my father. For the sake of many years of friendship, it’s just that you didn’t hear it. You tell your family to hold the inkstone and stop hanging around in and out. If you have time, you should help with loading the car. Get on the road early and everyone will live in peace."

With him staring, the maidservant's movements speeded up significantly, holding the inkstone and sending the mirror back and joined the move. The cages were sent out one by one, almost moved, and two tall male servants came in outside, and they were dragging Cui Xie under the bed.

"Uncle Yuan" hurriedly rushed up to stop him, and asked people to find Zhang Chun's stool to come in and put a few layers of bedding. The two servants pierced the stool under the stool and carried him to the backyard in stride. There was already parked a small green oil awning car, full of various cages and baggage, and a few **** on the roof. Only a narrow place was left beside the door, so he had to curl up to lie down.

Cui Yuan sighed and said, "Such a narrow car, bumps on the road, what should I do if I hit the young master's wound?"

Cui Ming smiled faintly: "The eldest master is being punished and returned to his hometown. He did not take the errand and go back to take care of the family business. How much better car can I have? There are only a few cars in our family. The master wants to meet guests, and the second master wants to see a doctor. Officer, the madam must also order the subordinates to go out and do errands...Where can I leave? According to the master, I was going to rent a car outside, or my wife was distressed that the young master was hurt, and specially vacated the car for you. Yuan After the uncle returned to his hometown, he also persuaded the young master a lot. If he becomes sensible in the future, the wife said that he can't persuade the master to take him back."

The threshold of the outer courtyard has been removed. Several servants took the car out. Cui Yuan didn't care about the lawsuit with him. He went out and drove in the car. Then he told his son: "You follow the car behind and watch the young master carefully. Don't let him touch the wound."

Pengyan followed the car honestly, opening the curtain from time to time to look at Cui Xie. Cui Xie grew up in modern society. Where can he watch a teenage child walking behind the car with peace of mind, and when he lifted the curtain to look at himself, he stretched out his hand to hold the curtain and said firmly, "You are here Sit in the front, and I will call you at the back if I want to hire someone, otherwise I will be uneasy after you look at it for a while."

He said several times before holding the inkstone and rushed to the car, sitting side by side with his father.

As soon as the car walked out, the courtyard door was slammed shut from the inside and closed tightly...

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The weather on the road was extremely hot, but the compartment was narrow and stuffy, and the two air-permeable windows were blocked by the cage. Cui Yuan was afraid that the little master's wound would become suppurative, so he stopped the car not far from Cui's house and walked to the carriage to check his wound.

There was a busy flow of people on the road, and many people rushed past the car and looked into the car curiously. Cui Xie pulled on his belt and would rather die, and resolutely said: "I know my injury. Applying the medicine will make it cool and it won't interfere. If we look on the road, it will be for nothing. If the wound is dirty, it is easy to get infection. I will change the dressing myself when I live."

Cui Yuan said helplessly: "If someone is injured, they have to sprinkle fine soil on the wound to stop the bleeding. What can I do if I get some flying dust? The young master doesn't want to let me see it. Let's go to find a clean inn to stay, and ask a medical officer to see the injury."

He touched Cui Xie's forehead, feeling a little hot, he sighed, and went back to drive the car.

Although he was worried about Cui Xie's injury, he didn't dare to find a place to live in Beijing. He was afraid that those who were trying to treat his wife had heard about the fact that he was going to the store to recuperate, and he told Cui Que secretly, even more hurting their father and son. Fortunately, the official roads inside and outside the capital were very flat, and the carriage went faster without being too bumpy, so he hurried to leave Beijing and entered Tongzhou just after lunch.

He didn't know the place very much, so he asked a few people after entering the city, and then he went down the main road and went straight to the inn on the street.

This inn is a small two-story building. From the outside, you can see the cornices and dougongs, painted and carved bricks, and built very beautifully, but the lobby is a little deserted for some reason.

Cui Yuan and his son drove close to the store door, but saw all the guests sitting with low eyebrows pleasing to the eye, and they didn't see them moving their chopsticks. Outside the store, a few men wrapped in cloth were holding the door, all of them tall and vigorous, with hostility on their bodies, and their eyes staring at the customers like hooks, and passers-by were forced to flash to the other side of the official road. .

Several other people dressed as gangs stood curtly beside the big guys. Cui Yuan didn't know what had happened, so he stopped the car and asked from a distance: "Little brother, your shop is still accepting customers today? My little owner is eager to invest in the shop, so I went to another house if it didn't work. "

The little two dared not speak out, but a strong man standing at the door glanced at him, and said solemnly: "You speak in mandarin down to the ground, look at your dress, like a servant of the Beijing official family, your master Who is it? You said that there is your little master in the back carriage. Why is it that the ruts are so deep that it looks like a pile of goods?"

When he asked, there were a few heavy noises from upstairs in the inn. It seemed that someone was throwing a table down and there were shouts, but they couldn't see clearly through the window.

The more Cui Yuan looked at it, the more he felt wrong. Some regret that he heard someone tell him to come to this inn, so he shook the rein and said, "Since you can't live in this shop, let's leave, why bother to ask people as thieves. My little master is serious. Officials, how can they be pulled out casually for interrogation."

He was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to be troublesome, so he turned his head around to avoid them and set off again. The big man squinted to the left and right, led people to meet the horse, and said faintly: "Jin Yiwei is handling the case here, and you ran into it yourself, acting suspiciously, but you can't get out of it."

He walked to the front of the car, lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a slender embroidered spring knife, and shook it in front of their father and son.

Cui Yuan had seen Jin Yiwei's house in Beijing, and his face turned blue and he tremblingly said: "My lord, my young master is the eldest son of Cui Langzhong of Yunnan, and he is still the first time to go out today. We are going to move back to our hometown. It takes some luggage to deepen the rut, and it has nothing to do with the gangster that the adults are looking for!"

The big man pondered and said, "Is Cui Que Cui Langzhong's son? Is there a way to lead him?"

Cui Yuan immediately took out the guide from his sleeve, then took out a whole piece of silver from his arms, and stuffed it with him. The Jinyiwei refused to accept the money, and gave it back to him. He waved his hand and said: "If you are unlucky, I ran into our Xie Qianhu handling the case. I can't let you go before the demon is captured, and Wait here."

Cui Yuan complained endlessly, and pleaded: "My young master has injuries on his body. In such a hot weather, he is stuffed in the car. I'm afraid the wound will develop, but it will be fatal!"

Jin Yiwei wondered: "This little boy in your family has offended someone and is going to take refuge in his hometown with his injuries? Why haven't I heard of any honorable ministers and ministers who have complained with others recently."

The Cui family's father and son are family members, and it cannot be said that their masters are partial to the step-wife and the youngest son. They beat Yuandi's eldest son like this, and they have to blush. The Jin Yiwei didn't press the question, and waved his hand to ask the two people next to him to come and check.

The two Jinyiwei walked around to the car, knocked on the car door, and called out politely: "Daddy Cui is in the car? Please get out of the car and see. We need to check the contents of the car."

The car door was pushed open from the inside, five pale and slender fingers were fastened on the side of the door leaf, and then half of a sickly face appeared. That face was as pale as his hands, and his cheeks were burnt red. Although most of it was covered by the carriage and sleeves, the exposed eyebrows were as bright as a pulsating flame, which immediately illuminated the vision of those who saw it.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of his nose was a little red. He smiled at the two Jin Yiwei with thin tears, and said dumbly: "Sorry, I curled up in the car all the way, my legs are a little numb, both of you Wait for me to go down slowly."

When the two looked at him, they felt that their earlier thoughts of suspecting him as a gangster were blasphemy, and said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter, isn't Cui Young Master with injuries? Don't hold on, let us help you down."

He said that he pulled the car door and lifted him out of the car.

Cui Xie was bored all the way in the car. Although he had been reading in his head and didn't feel anything, the muscles in his legs were actually stretched and unconscious. It wasn't until someone shouted that he felt that his two legs couldn't hold his body at all, it was numb and painful, and he almost knelt when his feet touched the ground.

Fortunately, the two people next to him gave him a hand. He held the body and stood behind the car with his legs numb. The two Jinyiwei also checked the contents. Seeing his shaky appearance, they proactively proposed: "Mr. Cui doesn't have to stand here either. Ask your servant to help you into the store to rest, and wait for our thousands of adults to take it. The next demon will make plans."

Cui Xie thanked him, helping the carriage to move forward slowly. Pengyan hurriedly jumped out of the car to help him, still holding the paper bag his father gave him, and secretly stuffed it to the two of them.

Unexpectedly, the two school lieutenants refused to accept it, and smiled bitterly: "Xie Qianhu has strict rules. I will collect a few pieces of silver from you here. It is not worth a pot of good wine. I will be punished when I go back. It is not worth it. Let the little master go in."

Cui Xie said "Thank you" and walked forward with the holding inkstone. As soon as I walked near the front of the car, a loud bang suddenly rang from the second floor of the inn, and the window facing the street flew down suddenly.

The two of them stopped their feet in fright by the low-altitude falling object. They looked up, and then a lean man in his forties jumped down from behind the window. He fell to the ground lightly, holding a Japanese sword in his right hand and kicking his toes. , Rushed straight towards their master and servant. A man wearing a turquoise flicker followed him and rushed to the window, leaned against the window lattice, and waved his hand behind him. He turned over and jumped down.

Holding the inkstone screamed in fright. Cui Xie also had a sense of confusion as he was wearing an ancient martial arts drama. He stared at them in a daze. He didn't react until the person in front was about to rush in front of him, and reflexively pushed Pangyan far away.

The man didn't even look at the holding inkstone. He put a long knife in his right hand around his neck, and when he turned, he clamped his neck with his right arm.