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Chapter 254 Bliss to the soul

After Xian Jin finished speaking, Wen Fu Cheng's face turned extremely ugly. He turned to Magistrate Xiong and smiled, "Old Xiong, Xuancheng Prefecture is still under the jurisdiction of Nanzhili, and Yingtian Prefecture is still in charge of the place."

The entire Xuancheng Prefecture, from top to bottom, from the chief of the Prefecture to the little girl, were all focused on trying to get rid of him.

It's because I don't give you any face.

The old magistrate Xiong is here, "Brother Wen, you are in charge. No one will let you take charge. If you really want Lao Qiao to go to Yingtian Mansion, then I will give you an idea-"

Magistrate Xiong paused and said cheerfully, "The Yingtian Mansion will hand over the position of governor of Yingtian Mansion to Lao Qiao. A third-rank official will not be considered an insult to Lao Qiao. He will definitely be able to go!"

Wenfu Cheng had a lump in his throat: Why did he condescend to lick Mr. Qiao? Wasn't it just for the position of Fuyin? The seats were already given out, and he was so excited!

Wen Fu Cheng narrowed his eyes, sneered behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Okay, okay, Xuancheng Mansion is very good!"

Good enough to wear a pair of pants!

Wen Fucheng laughed twice more and looked at Magistrate Xiong with his hands behind his back. After a moment, he reached out and patted Magistrate Xiong on the shoulder. He lowered his head and said nothing. He was about to turn around and leave, but still took a deep breath. After taking a breath, he smiled with difficulty in front of Qiao Fangzhi, bowed with a respectful attitude, "Master Qiao, think about it slowly, and if you have an answer, you must let me know."

Wow, apart from the turtle's head, Wang Fucheng is also really capable of bending and stretching.

Even though he has been ostracized like this, he is still being shamed by Qiao.

Why are you fighting for the title of Chief Qiao? Yingtian Mansion already had a difficult relationship with Chief Qiao Shan. Even though the governor at that time had been dismissed and exiled, a Tanhualang who had passed the imperial examination with two rankings was going to be sent to prison. Everyone in Yingtian Mansion should not be unaware! If someone stood up and spoke up, Qiao Shan wouldn't be unable to stand up now if he had two legs!

There was Liang Zi in the first place, and at worst he would never see each other again. Wen Fucheng seemed to be an orthodox and noble scholar, and he played with the eloquent skills of a civil servant.

According to his personality, shouldn't he be so relentless in begging for forgiveness, praise, and support?

Xian Jin's doubts continued until the Qiao family and his son arrived at the Chen family.

It was already dark, and there was rain in the night. It was foggy at this time, and the eaves and black tiles were looming in the fog.

Mrs. Qu led everyone from the Chen family, with the eldest wife Duan taking the lead, and Chen Chai and his wife from the second house standing side by side with Chen Fu. Chen Fu held his head high, like a rooster crowing in an octagonal cage - one day he would fall off his horse. He must publish a book, "Qingcheng Girl He Xianjin-How I Raised Such an Excellent Daughter."

Master Qiao!

Qiao Fangzhi!

The plaque on the gate of "Jing County" was written by him!

But the first thing I did when I came back was the Chen family!

Why? !

Because Xian Jin was so loyal back then! So generous! Bright enough! Braving the risk of having your house confiscated, you can make money to support the girl from the Qiao family!

Of course, his daughter is so good. Firstly, it is because of Ai Niang’s inheritance; secondly, it is naturally because of his words and deeds.

Chen Fu silently raised his feet, took half a step forward, and stood in front of his second brother Chen Chai and his wife - this family would be broken up without him, so what if he stood up?

Mrs. Qu was waiting anxiously at the entrance of the alley with her cane on her hands, her thin and narrow face seemed to have an unstoppable smile.

Aunt Qu was overflowing with joy, "Our Erlangjun is really blessed. We have just passed the filial piety period. We thought we would have to wait for another two years, but it turns out that we will start Enke next year! The exam is about to take place, and the teacher is back again. Not only is he coming back, he is also very lucky." Returning home from the capital in splendor and magnanimity! With Master Qiao guiding us and paving the way, next year our Erlangjun will be the No. 1 scholar with our eyes closed!"

Chen Fu rolled his eyes: Yes, now who can tell whether Chen Erlang is a descendant of the Chen family or a good-luck boy under the throne of Bodhisattva!

Madam Qu had a hard time suppressing her lips, but she still kept a straight face, "Don't talk nonsense! It's so easy to get the top prize! These words cannot be spread out of our family - others should laugh at our Chen family for being ignorant! "

Mrs. Qu clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, everything is fine with the Qiao family. Dingyuan Hou Dingwo has returned triumphantly. Qiao Shanchang's son has returned smoothly. Qiao Shanchang has been blessed after all his hardships. It's all God's blessing. It's not in vain that our Chen family treats Baozhu caringly." .”

Chen Fu's eyelids almost twitched, and he thought to himself: This is your mother, this is your biological mother. Many words can be expressed just by rolling his eyes.

Aunt Qu happily agreed to give birth.

As the stars were born, the night gradually fell lower, almost touching the corners of the earth. As if she couldn't feel the passage of time, Mrs. Qu waited patiently and happily at the entrance of the alley. From time to time she turned her head and asked nervously, "Has the mattress in the Autumn Harvest Pavilion been beaten loose enough?" "Has the incense in the outer hall smelled of the pear heart?" "Where are the books? Can the orphaned ancient books in the home collection be sorted out and placed in the outer courtyard?"

In order to kill Mrs. Qu's anxiety, Aunt Qu ran back and forth several times.

The four-cornered sedan chair and the bay-red horse finally arrived.

Mrs. Qu came forward to greet her, and Chen Cai opened the curtain himself to help Qiao Fangzhi out.

Mrs. Qu raised her hand, and Chen Silang, who had shrunken shoulders, pushed the wheelchair and asked Qiao Fangzhi to sit down with a low eyebrow.

Along the way, Mrs. Qu spoke attentively, and Qiao Fangzhi nodded and nodded at the right time, giving Mrs. Qu face.

"You have traveled a long distance and worked hard. When I heard that you deigned to come to Chen's house to stay, I quickly took care of the Autumn Harvest Pavilion in the outer courtyard facing north and south, and prepared a light meal and four long gowns for mid-spring and early summer."

Mrs. Qu looked at Qiao Hui, who was tall and angular, and couldn't help but look sad, and her words were more sincere, "Baoyuan, this kid, came to our house a few years ago to beg Erlang for a drink. He had a youthful spirit, but now he has grown into a young man with broad shoulders, capable of taking on tasks, and a strong wrist, able to deal with others under the tribulation."

Qiao Hui lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "The old lady is so complimentary, but she's just getting older."

Since arriving in Xuancheng, Qiao Hui has been avoiding making a sound, but now he spoke, which surprised everyone.

Chen Jianfang's widowed mother Duan said in a trembling voice, "Baoyuan, your voice"

Qiao Hui lowered his eyes gently, "The voice is hoarse, I need to trouble you to distinguish it."

Mrs. Qu looked unbearable and said, "Next year. Will you still test Enke next year?"

If you take the palace examination, how can this voice respond to the words of a saint?

How could a scholar who was as mute as a cracked stone be selected at the end of the exam?

"No more exams." Qiao Hui's voice became hoarse. "I haven't read with a pen in three years. I won't be able to write as good an article as Erlang wrote."

Deep in her heart, Mrs. Qu breathed a sigh of relief: If Qiao Hui also takes the exam, who should Qiao Fangzhi spend his energy tutoring? Disciple, how do you win your son? !

As soon as Qiao Hui spoke, Xian Jin followed him. Fang raised his eyes and looked at this young man who was forced to grow up rapidly, seriously and intently.

The last time they met, because Qiao Hui's temperament was as crazy as ever, Xian Jin naturally ignored his changes.

Yes, two years, two years when my life was disrupted.

The young man who should have been frivolous and arrogant put aside his stable life and took the initiative to face the unpredictable future. He took on the important task of clearing the name of the Qiao family and his father's generation. He put away his pen, turned around and picked up the sword to earn a way for himself. How? Will there be any changes? How could there be no change? Even if his life is corrected, how can he return to the right path without any trace?

Now listening to Qiao Hui's frank and hoarse words, a lagging and slow regret crept into Xian Jin's heart.

Chen Jianfang, who followed behind silently and calmly, looked at Xian Jin as if he was blessed.

He happened to bump into the soft and caring eyes that the girl was looking at others.

　Ahhhhh! Five minutes late! I’ll make up for yesterday’s update tomorrow! If you don’t make up for it, you’re not a human being! It's a dog! It's Hakimi! It's Corgi! It’s a Chinese garden dog!

　　(End of this chapter)