Ming Shuyan Changjing

Chapter 15
On the way, Mrs. Yushi told them about the refugees outside the city. Lin Yueru knew about it because of her father, but Jiang Shao. Since yesterday, it has spread all over the capital.

In this regard, Mrs. Yushi did not tease her with words, but she greatly appreciated the move.

He also said that for some unknown reason, he and his sisters have been raising funds to donate to the schooling of refugee children, and also invited their master to teach them. Not only that, but also sent a lot of clothes, bedding, rice flour, grain and oil. They wanted to go out of the city together to have a look, but were stopped by the censor.

In this regard, she did not understand her husband's actions. It was not until the refugee incident broke out yesterday that she knew that he was thinking about her safety.

While rejoicing, they can't help complaining about the refugees. They already have enough food and clothing to live a leisurely life, and their children's studies are also settled. Why do such troubles happen to make people feel chilling?

Is it because I have lived comfortably for a long time, and I have a big idea?
It's too overwhelming!

Jiang Shao listened silently by her side. She knew very well what it would be like to set up a shelter. If it was said that there was no need to worry about food and clothing, and that the children went to school, then she would never have it, let alone bedding and new clothes. She had never seen a complete piece of clothing without holes, and there was absolutely no mattress. They slept on a few boards put together, with a thin layer of coarse cloth on top.

There are both royal money and food, and noble ladies raising funds, so where did the money go?
While thinking about it, Jiang Shao and Lin Yueru crossed the pavilion, she turned her head slightly, and a manly woman with a female body raised her chin to meet her eyes, after a glance, Jiang Shao passed by, the corner of the woman's mouth raised There was a contemptuous smile.

After meeting with the wives, the two went to the side, listening to the mixed whispers behind him, Jiang Shao felt nothing in his heart, Lin Yueru was even more embarrassing than the protagonist.

"Sister Jiang, don't worry, the banquet is so boring, always over-analyzing new people."

"Speaking of which, I don't often participate. If you weren't here, I'm afraid that Luo Hao's words are against me at this time."

Jiang Shao was about to speak, when he heard familiar words from the pile of flowers in front of him, floating over.

"Miss is white and flawless, and her face looks like a full moon. How dare you ask Miss how old she is? Which adult's family did she inherit from?"

Jiang Shao: "."

Isn't that what he said to her earlier?
Exactly.

Turned around and told someone else?

Lin Yueru withdrew her expression of hating iron but not steel, and smiled awkwardly at Jiang Shao.

Her face was full of helplessness, as if she was saying, now, you know why my aunt wants to entertain the little white rabbit with great fanfare.

The two of them passed by, and caught a glimpse of the soaked chicken who had changed into new clothes. He was smiling affectionately at the somewhat sturdy woman who stood out from the group of young ladies.

Or the one who scolded himself after others.

With a gentle smile on his fair face, coupled with his habit of playing tricks, the heavenly king Lao Tzu is here, and he is also a scumbag.

To mung bean...it's just a pity for that face.

In the manor there were many young ladies and young men of all colors, but they didn't care about admiring the flowers and beauties, they just gathered together, sitting cross-legged under the weeping willow branches, talking and arguing about a crossword puzzle.

I saw the scroll unfolded, and a few lines of words appeared: Three grasses on Cuiwei, Bixu fell from the stream, if you ask where the restaurant is located, the fog will be lifted in front of the Golden Rooster Gate.

Then one person said: "Good question, is this written by Lord Yushi himself?"

"Of course, this is the riddle that the elders of the Guozijian offered to sacrifice to the wine. Those who solve the puzzle will take it under the seat and teach it in person."

According to the young man, this is already the second half, the first half is standing, and has been released. The second half of the Guozijian students have been fighting at night with lamps and lanterns. After three days and nights, they still can't get it. Regarding this, the old Jijiu just shook his head and wiped his beard with a smile. .

Jiang Shao stopped, and said with a smile: "Young masters, this problem looks familiar to me, can you explain one or two solutions."

When the young man turned his head, Suihu glanced at Jiang Shao, "Of course it is, please tell me, miss."

Jiang Shao nodded in gratitude, took a step closer, and said, "Cuiwei is called a mountain, and Bixu calls it the shape of water."

"If you want me to say, this wine and chicken are just from the heart. It's just that you pass by the door with a pot of wine, laughing and watching the students crowing in front of the cock!"

Hearing this, the students woke up suddenly, their ears blushing all over their ears.

Ben is the best of the best, and she can be awakened with just one word, not to mention she explained the whole paragraph.

What else do they not understand!

The anagram is just a word, combined with the first half of Li, isn't this just swearing and pretending?
The first two sentences are all about words. She doesn't believe that people who come out of the Guozijian can't solve such a simple anagram, but they are blinded by the last two sentences. What is the identity of the Guozijian Jijiu? Simple, who would guess in this aspect, this would give Jiang Shao a chance to pick up the leak.

After reading a lot of history books, combined with the aura of high-ranking people, I spontaneously found it complicated and difficult to understand. This is probably the painstaking effort of the old Guozijian Jijiu.

Cursing is so cool!

After Jiang Shao finished speaking, he left, leaving behind a group of teenagers, Mao Sai, who burst into flames and greeted each of his eighteen generations one by one.

Of course, it is impossible for the ancestors who offered wine to greet them, and it is impossible to greet them in this life. They are the top children selected from the Imperial Academy.

These stupid heads are also ruthless people!
That's it, after the Guozijian student went back, he told the old sacrificial wine what Jiang Shao said today, "Pass in front of the door for drinking with a pot, and laugh at the student crowing before the cock". After hearing it, he twisted his beard and fell into deep thought.

When the student saw it, the stalwart Takahashi in his heart collapsed with a bang.

Jiang Shao also didn't expect that with a single word from himself, the old Jijiu's house would collapse. Of course, this is something for another time.

Lin Yueru followed behind Jiang Shao, and glanced at the smothered flushed faces of the proud sons of heaven, her anger was unbearable, and she was about to spray this way, she trotted two steps quickly, and held Jiang Shao tightly.

The two walked for a while, and sat down in the pavilion on the other side of the arch bridge. They had just picked up a piece of red bean cake and bit a corner when they saw someone coming.

The one who was surrounded in front of him was the tall girl with a male face, his voice was thick, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was too conspicuous.

"Hey, isn't this the hunting master? Are you not going to hunt wild boars in the mountains today?"

A woman in blue stood up behind her, and said with a smile: "Hey, look at what my sister said, such a rude and violent act, how can the dignified lady of the Duke's Mansion do it, it's just the work of the guards."

The tall man fished out the embroidered handkerchief from his sleeve, squeezed his orchid fingers to cover his mouth and smiled, "That's right, it's just an embroidered pillow."

A few people sat down opposite Jiang Shao and Lin Yueru, their laughter was crisp and clear, like a wind chime, the only fly in the ointment was the unique kind of noise wrapped in sand and gravel, which was extremely harsh.

(End of this chapter)