A piece of paper

Chapter 377 Meeting old friends
The study in the east courtyard has bookshelves that stretch to the ceiling. There are books on Confucianism, Taoism, military books, historical essays, etc. A long sword decorated with red tassels is hung on the entire back wall.

This is Qiao Hui's study.

Now the lights are dim, the two of them are rubbing their necks together, and the atmosphere is ambiguous.

The thick layer of skin on Qiao Hui's finger joints was worn away, revealing deep flesh and blood.

The pillar was hung with a hollow gilded relief. The old object concealed the poison of time. Qiao Hui thought it was a minor wound and did not take it seriously. He still got up early and practiced with the stone pot. The wound was soaked with sweat, and after four or five days, not only did it not get better, but the edges even turned red.

Obviously infected.

There is no iodine these days.

Xianjin then dipped a cotton ball in strong alcohol as an alcohol disinfectant, causing Qiao Hui to hiss in pain. After a long pause, he spoke again, "I'm afraid he'll have to pay with his life if I punch him! For these old officials in our court, out of a body weight of 120 jin, 119 jin is just brains, and the rest of the bones are loose and the flesh is scattered!"

After applying the alcohol the first time, the second time won’t hurt as much.

Xianjin said, "Don't get wet for the next few days." Then he replied, "After this battle, you can only be a loyal minister."

His failed attempt to beat the Grand Censor had offended all the civil officials; and his dismissal of several second-generation rich men from the Xishan Camp had offended all the military officials - he could only focus on following the Grand Princess.

Qiao Hui hummed and said shyly, "I have always been very pure."

Xianjin pursed his lips.

Has Qiao Hui finally come to his senses?!

What a great achievement to be so far ahead of others on such a niche track!

Xianjin lifted Qiao Hui's chin and leaned over to kiss him.

Qiao Hui smiled unconsciously, and after Xianjin finished kissing her, she held the back of her head with both hands, and sat on the beauty couch and rocked back and forth naturally and skillfully: "Now that I'm suspended from work and not allowed to leave the house, I'm going to fix up my house - the four-clawed dragons with their eyes covered on the wall, I'm thinking of removing them all?"

Qiao Hui tentatively sought Xianjin's opinion: "There are also some magnificent decorations and colors that are too artificial. If you don't like them, why not change them?"

The four-clawed dragon and magnificent decorations both represent the abdicated emperor.

Qiao Hui was afraid that Xianjin would be upset seeing this.

Xianjin shook his head indifferently: "The four-clawed dragon can be shoveled, but decoration is unnecessary. Although it looks a bit crafty, it is a good thing and we won't waste it." He paused and said: "Besides, I may not live here for long. After the three stores in the capital are settled, I will also go around everywhere - the old family members are all here, and there are enough people. What needs to be rolled out must be rolled out. One day late means one day less profit."

A few days before Qiao Hui's accident, Aunt Du came with Du Junning and Li Sanshun's daughter-in-law and eldest grandson.

Originally, Aunt Du was in charge of the work and took Du Junning to live in the Orange Courtyard of Xuancheng Prefecture to study. The boy passed the examination for a scholar three years ago. This year, he went to Beijing to try his best with Teacher Qiao. If he passed the examination for a juren, he would have some confidence in front of Baozhu.

Li Sanshun's daughter-in-law wanted to go out to work. Since Li Sanshun was recruited into a separate workshop responsible for exchange of coins and foreign trade, his son naturally followed his father. Coincidentally, his grandson was going to school, so he wrote to Xianjin early. He did not have any requirements for his daughter-in-law, but asked Xianjin to "find a good master for your grandson, who must be famous, knowledgeable, kind-hearted, and preferably from our Jingxian County" - it would be better to just write down Master Qiao's household registration number.

Xianjin casually told Qiao Hui about these things.

Qiao Hui's focus was a bit strange: "Why didn't Cui Heng arrange for someone to escort the elderly, the weak, women and children? Did they come on their own?"

Xianjin thought for a moment and said, "I don't think they sent anyone." Qiao Hui lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze was a little deep, and after a while he turned the topic to Du Junning: "How old are you now?"

"Fifteen or sixteen? Not that old."

"Then what exam will we take this year? Stay for another two years. If I am sent out in the future, you can go out with me. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Memorizing by rote is not as good as experiencing it yourself." Qiao Hui frowned and said with a rare sense of seniority: "Young people should not be reckless. I became famous at a young age. Look at me now."

He spoke in the tone of an elder brother-in-law and was very picky.

Xianjin raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with you now?"

Qiao Hui continued to frown, his attitude serious, "Look at me now, I am living under someone else's roof, and I have to rely on Boss He for support. I have asked the Ministry of Revenue, and I was told that if I am suspended from work, I will not receive any salary for at least a year or so. I have no salary in my pocket!"

Xianjin nodded: "It's okay, the master must have hidden the money! You eat your father, I eat my master, we have different paths but the same destination, everything is one."

Qiao Hui: “Hehehe——”

Xianjin: “Hehehe——”

The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled, showing a tacit understanding.

Outside the East Garden study, in the corridor, Qiao Fangzhi, who was limping in his coat, almost sprained his ankle.

What a perfect match they are!
"Dong Dong Dong--" Qiao Fangzhi knocked out the compromise, tolerance and indulgence of his old father and master.

With a creaky sound, the study door opened wide.

Qiao Hui looked behind Qiao Fangzhi with some understanding: such a group of old, weak, women and children came from afar. Although the world is peaceful now, they still need to be vigilant against bandits - how could they not follow an adult man with honors?
"Erlang." Qiao Hui curved her lips, her eyes clear and frank: "Long time no see."

Standing behind Qiao Fangzhi was Chen Jianfang, hidden in the glow of the candlelight.

Xianjin also smiled happily: "Erlang, long time no see."

Chen Jianfang raised his eyes slightly, as if he was not surprised by Xianjin's presence, and bowed: "Baoyuan, Xianjin - long time no see."

All three of them spoke calmly.

Qiao Fangzhi looked around at the three of them, and finally set his sights on Xianjin. He frowned and squinted his eyes, completely ignoring the elephant in the room. He found the highlight with his talent, and said with great sorrow: "What are you doing in Dongyuan in the middle of the night? Although the teacher is not particular about trivial matters, he is at least the leader of the Chaozhong School and the first person with literary character - you haven't yet."

I swallowed the word "get married".

His eldest son, who would eventually take the surname "He", told him very rudely for a long time - don't rush to get married! And don't rush to have children! It's better not to even mention the word "marriage"! If Xianjin backed out because of him, he would definitely have another son who became a monk.
To be honest, whether Qiao Hui becomes a monk or not actually poses much of a threat to him.

He was more afraid that Xianjin would back out, which would be a big loss for his son.

Qiao Fangzhi stopped talking with difficulty, muttering: "When Master Chen San comes back, I will have a good talk with him sooner or later." Then he got down to business: "Baoyuan, it just so happens that you are idle at home these days. If you have time, go with Erlang to look for a house close to the Imperial College."

With a complaining tone, he turned to Chen Jianfang and said, "Your house is so big, why do you have to move out? After all, you merchants have a lot of money!"

Chen Jianfang lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, his handsome features finally becoming more lively: "Thanks to the teacher for your good wishes, after my mother took over the Chen family's business, the cost dropped by 30%, but the profit increased by 50%. It is indeed the God of Wealth who has entered our home."