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Chapter 26 Don't worry, Dad has done it for you

Jia Liu asked Yang Zhi very seriously, except for this caring and honest servant, no one in this world could make him tell the truth.

Including his father Jia Daquan.

In ancient times, being an official paid the most attention to facial appearance. A person with a bad facial appearance, no matter how talented and educated, would find it difficult to become a general, let alone become a Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

Looking through the history books, isn't there several who lost the number one pick because of their bad looks?

If Zhu Yuanzhang, the great ancestor of the former dynasty, hadn't been handsome and good-looking, he would have taken the most critical step in his life by being photographed by the young Empress Ma, and he would have achieved the great cause of "expelling the Tartars and restoring China; setting up Chen Gang to save the people" what!
If Li Zicheng hadn't been blind and led to "the appearance of no master", he might not have fallen so quickly.

If He Shen hadn't been too handsome, I'm afraid it might not have made Qianlong look at him with admiration, so that he would become He Zhongtang at a young age.

Therefore, facial appearance is very mysterious, and it is better to believe that it exists than that it does not.

In this way, Jia Liu must first confirm whether his appearance can be rich and powerful, or whether he is extremely rich or not.

The mirror definitely couldn't answer him, and he couldn't ask anyone else, so the old fool, Shuan Zhu, could only answer.

However, looking at the young master who slowly turned his head and stared at him closely, Yang Zhi's scalp suddenly felt numb.

I heard from the old man that all kinds of things in this world have their own methods of cultivation, and when they practice enough, they will change into human forms.Some can be changed directly, for example, a vixen will open the grave of the dead and transform into a human form based on the bones.But some can't be changed directly, and have to be "begged" by others, such as weasels.

How can a weasel be banned?
It's just running in front of people, making all kinds of weird looks, imitating how people walk, or imitating how people speak, and then asking people inexplicable questions, in short, it's just nonsensical.

If the challenge is successful, the weasel will complete his practice and will repay this person in the future.But if the challenge is unsuccessful and the weasel's morality is ruined, then this guy will definitely take revenge on those who ruined his morality in the future.

My young master's personality has changed drastically during this time. He is completely different from before. He reads books and composes plays. The young master had run into something evil, or had taken ecstasy.

Now he stood in front of the mirror abruptly and asked him if he looked like Mr. Zhongtang, what do you think of Yang Zhi?
Coincidentally, a gust of cold wind blew outside, gently pushing the other half of the half-open door aside.

In the dim room, the young master's back in the mirror seemed to be a little bent and deformed.

And the young master's eyes were full of strange expressions.

"Tell me, do I look like that?"

The voice that came to Yang Zhi's ears again had something more that made his heart beat faster.

"Short, young master"

Yang Zhi put his mind to one side, regardless of whether the person in front of him is a real young master or a fake young master, it is definitely right to listen to the old man's words and satisfy the other party's requirements.

However, I don't know if it's a coincidence, or because I care too much about the young master. Originally, I wanted to say that the young master looks very much like Lord Zhongtang, but the words turned into: "Young master, are you begging for my seal from me?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhi instinctively jumped back.

It's really jumping, the two feet move at the same time, and they fall neatly.

While creating distance, the posture of the body remains the same as before.

"What are you doing? Ask for seal!"

Jia Liu was taken aback by Shuan Zhu's actions, and when he understood what the other party was thinking, he was really angry and funny.

"What are you thinking? Young master, I am handsome and talented. Could it be Huang Pizi?"

He flicked Yang Zhi's forehead with a "click", and the pain caused the other party's neck to shrink into the collar subconsciously.

".I told you not to listen to the ghost stories of "Liao Zhai", you must not listen to it! Now that it's all over, I will treat the young master as a yellow leather!"

Jia Liu angrily snatched the plate from Yang Zhi's hand and put it on the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

Once interrupted by this guy, there is no time to explore the face.

"Master, eat slowly, don't choke."

Yang Zhi rubbed his aching head, squeezed out a smiling face and came over to apologize to the young master.

The moment just now convinced him that the person who was eating in front of him was really his young master, as if it was a fake.

Jia Liu was also a little hungry, he only cared about eating and ignored Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi was bored by the side, thought for a while and said politely: "The young master looked just like Mr. Zhongtang."

He thought that the young master would be very happy if he said this, and then he would continue to talk to him.

"Bah!"

Jia Liu slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table, scaring Yang Zhi so much that he wanted to jump back again.

He thought the young master was going to trick him again.

Unexpectedly, the young master smiled, then pulled him to sit down, and said with a smirk: "Shuan Zhu, let me tell you a joke."

"joke?"

Yang Zhi was at a loss.

Jia Liu hummed, and said: "In the past, someone called the emperor a bastard in the alley, but the government found out and sentenced him to be a prisoner."

"This man is so bold, he dared to call the emperor a bastard, isn't he courting death!"

Yang Zhi thought to himself that this is not a joke, it is clearly a silly story.

"You're right, this man is courting death, but the question is, do you know what charges the court has given this man?"

"What crime?"

"Leaking court secrets!"

"what?"

Yang Zhi was stunned and stammered: "Master, what kind of secret is this?"

"What do you say?"

Jia Liu smirked, "Master, I want to do Zhongtang, you rot in my stomach, or I will be guilty of the same crime as that guy."

After dinner, Jia Liu didn't go to the imperial city to look at the officials' donation list, because it was unnecessary.

In the morning, He Shen sent someone to invite him to sit down, but Jia Liu didn't plan to go today, but wanted to talk about it later.

It's not that he didn't want to get closer to Zhongtang who seized the opportunity to deepen his impression, but he felt that there should be no rush in cultivating a relationship. He had to boil the frog in warm water and take it slowly, which was just right.

Knowing the news in the morning, it will be over in the afternoon, and it seems a little anxious.

Furthermore, what can he chat with others and Zhongtang with the little stuff in his stomach?
Not to mention five yuan, even fifty cents is barely enough.

Unless, I also studied the second half of "The Analects of Confucius".

Thinking that he had nothing to do at home, Jia Liu wondered if he would take Shuanzhu to the outer city. He heard that the House of Internal Affairs and the Shuntian House were laying out the ten-mile-long street from Xihuamen to Xizhimen and turning it into a colorful cluster. The prosperous scene of the flower group is celebrating the birthday of the old lady, which should be lively.

When I was about to go, I suddenly remembered that I didn't ask Lao Zhao about the content of the Tang'a exam.

Immediately go to his father, Jia Daquan, and ask him to go to the Dutong Yamen to ask Lao Zhao, don't know what the exam is going to be before the exam.

"Oh, look at how stupid Daddy is!"

Jia Daquan slapped his head and hurried to the Dutong Yamen to ask Lao Zhao to understand, but he didn't come back until dark, and he was drunk.

Before people entered the yard, they could hear wine hiccups and ditties from afar.

When he reached the door, he shook and swayed, and finally sat slumped on the door frame.

Jia Liu shook his head straight, and together with Yang Zhi, they carried the alcoholic father into the living room, and asked Yang Zhi to get a bowl of ginger soup to sober up.

After forcefully pouring a large bowl, Jia Dafang reacted a bit, stupefied and surprised at how many sons were standing in front of him.

"Father, what did Lao Zhao say about the test?" Jia Liu was so impatient.

"Test. Test classics and riding and archery,"

Not bad, Jia Daquan can still preserve one-fifth of his consciousness.

"Classic and riding?"

Jia Liumeng circle.

"Relax, don't worry. Dad has done everything right for you, and even brought out the test papers for you. Do you know how much money Dad has spent on your future?"

While hiccupping and breathing alcohol, Jia Daquan reached out to touch the crumpled paper in his bosom.

(End of this chapter)