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Ji Yong gets up every Mao hour and only rests at Hai hour.Either reading or writing, and occasionally wandering around the courtyard of Heshoutang. He has never even stepped out of the door of Heshoutang, let alone causing any trouble.

Or it was because he was so serious about learning that he passed the Xieyuan exam at a young age?

Dou Zhao guessed that from time to time, he asked Su Xin to pay more attention to Ji Yong's diet and daily life, and tried to give him a more comfortable environment, which would also help him start his career. [

Ji Yong quickly felt the change in treatment, and began to ask Su Xin: "I don't like to eat chicken skin, and I will cook the chicken in the future and remove the skin." Or: "Why does cabbage have stalks?"

These are small things, and Su Xin is satisfied one by one.

Ji Yong waved his fan and went to Fayuan Temple.

Dou Zhao is very strange.

Su Xin frowned and said: "Young Master Ji said that the Ghost Festival is coming soon, and he is going to find Abbot Tuyin to discuss Buddhism."

It's good to go out and relax!

Dou Zhao said with a smile, "He's still doing nothing."

The little maid sent by Dou Zhao to serve Ji Yong said quickly and sincerely: "Young master Ji studies Buddhism in the house every day, and said that this time when he goes to Fayuan Temple, he must grasp the dumb words spoken by Abbot Tuyin, and follow him to return to vulgarity." !"

Dou Zhao was stunned, and said, "Did he not read these days?"

He was only nine years old then.

Old Mr. Ji was reluctant to beat him, and it was useless to scold him. He was in a dilemma, so he had to restrain his feet.Guan Heji chanted the three chapters of the contract, as long as he can pass the Jinshi examination, he can do whatever he wants in the future.But before he was admitted as a Jinshi, he had to study, write, and learn at home step by step, and he couldn't go anywhere.

He readily agreed, and it took him three years to pass the Juren examination.Although people are arrogant, they are also more stable.Only then did Old Master Ji let him travel around with guards and servants...

Do whatever you want!

Dou Zhao couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

Does the old man of the Dou family know what kind of promise he made to Ji Yong?

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The news that Song Mo beat Dong Qi with a pair of double geese with a pair of miscellaneous fives quickly spread throughout the capital.

When Mrs. Jiang walked into Yizhitang, Song Mo was practicing archery.

His body is like a green pine, his hands are like a rock, he draws the arrow, draws the bow, and shoots the arrow, vigorous and powerful, all in one go.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but let out a "Huh", and her eyes fell on the bow and arrow in her son's hand.

The body of the bow is pitch-black, and its shape is simple and unremarkable. The bow arm is wrapped with thick beef tendon, but the bowstring is as thin as a hair, shining with a dull light. You can tell that this bow is extraordinary at a glance.

"Why did you take out the shooting sun that your uncle gave you?" Her eyes swept over the bow, as if she saw the face of her deceased brother, and her voice softened a little, "Didn't you usually say that this bow Is it too eye-catching?"

Song Mo took out a carved feather arrow from the gold-painting arrow pot, and hit the bull's-eye with a bang, then slowly lowered the bow, and said softly: "This bow is more convenient...I have to make sure I can do whatever I want. This bow is more sure!"

What is doing whatever you want?

Jiang was slightly stunned, and was about to ask more questions, when she saw that Song Mo had handed over the bow to Chen Tao who was serving at the side, and took the handkerchief from Chen He, and while wiping off his sweat, said, "Why are you here?" Are you feeling better today?" He said again, "Where's Tianen? Didn't he say he was with you? Why didn't you see him?"

"How can it be so delicate?" Jiang said, "I was just too tired for a while, now I have taken the medicine from Doctor Yang, and I have been resting for a few days, and I have already recovered."

Song Mo supported Jiang Shi to sit down at the stone table under the old pagoda tree.

"Tianen went to school." Jiang took the tea offered by her son, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, you can't delay Tianen's schoolwork for me, can you?" Having said that, she Thinking of the purpose of his trip, he couldn't help showing some hesitation.

Song Mo smiled and looked at his mother, waiting patiently for her to speak. [

Jiang thought it over and over again, and then said tactfully: "I heard that when Zhang Zongyao inherited the eldest son, the Zhang family invited the Guanglian troupe to sing an opera?"

Song Mo laughed, and said bluntly: "Mother, you want to ask me about gambling with Dong Qi, right? Don't worry, I know how to share the rain." As he spoke, his smile gradually faded, "If you allow me to play with words, The government and the public praise it, the emperor is afraid that he will be so worried that he will not be able to sleep; but if you do not step up in everything, the emperor will think you are too useless. This golden mean is indeed the most difficult thing in the world."

Jiang couldn't help thinking.

Song Mo sat beside him and drank tea quietly.

The wind blew through the treetops, rustling.

Song Mo's thoughts drifted a little far.

He thought of what Chen He told him a few days ago: "Mr. Chen is investigating Wang Xingyi, Governor of Yunnan."

Wang Xingyi is the father of Dou Zhao's stepmother.Why did he want to check Wang Xingyi?

Does he want to investigate Dou Zhao carefully?

As soon as the thought came together, he was immediately suppressed.

The most important thing in a friend is to know each other. If he went to investigate Dou Zhao, what would he become?

But why is this idea so attractive?

He took a sip of tea carelessly.But for some reason, he was choked by the tea and coughed again and again.

"Be careful." Jiang patted his son's back, heartbroken. "Are you practicing archery for the purpose of living in autumn?"

The emperor held hunting in autumn every year, and the honorable family would choose children over 15 years old to accompany them. The emperor could also take the opportunity to assess their riding and arrows, so as to promote talents.

Song Mo was appointed a hereditary fourth-rank commander within a few days after he was born. He started to participate in hunting in spring and autumn before he learned to walk, but he didn't start to participate in hunting, riding and archery until the spring when he was nine years old.

Participated in autumn circle for the first time.He won second place in horseback riding and fifth place in archery. Among the noble children, he ranked first, and he was the youngest among all the contestants.And it is also the best achievement of Gui Xun's children in the past few years.

The emperor was very happy, feeling that there was someone in the honorable family, and rewarded him with a small farm of [-] acres.

His limelight overshadowed the top three.

He finished first for the next two years.

Taizong Ling, the emperor's uncle Yu Wang drank too much and muttered in front of the emperor: "I don't think the British prince should be allowed to participate in the riding and archery competition anymore, so as not to damage the morale of other children."

The emperor laughed loudly when he heard this, but threw the jade pendant of Hetian jade around his waist to Song Mo, and said: "Song Mo, put them all behind me." Then he said loudly to the princes and ministers present , "Who can compare to Song Mo, I reward him as a deputy commander of the Jinwu Guard."

I heard my mother ask.Song Mo nodded, and said in a deep voice: "What does the emperor think about our family, you have to try to know!"

Jiang's eyes were slightly wet when she heard this: "It's your mother who hurt you!" There was a hint of choking in her tone.

"Mother, what are you talking about!" Song Mo hurriedly grabbed his mother's shoulders, "You only see my difficulties now, why don't you think about the glory that uncle brought me when he was here. Don't say anything else. Just My bow, my flying speed, and the guards around me..."

Jiang was greatly relieved.

"Mother can't say such things anymore." Song Mo said softly to Jiang, "With the third uncle here, the Jiang family will make a comeback in at most ten years. We have to help them cheer up and return to the court. You can’t say such despondent words.”

Jiang nodded heavily, but couldn't help but shed tears.

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After August [-]th, the wind blew on my body and it became cold.

This year's autumn hunting paddock is located in Huailai.

When Song Mo and the others arrived, the emperor's personal guards had already set up their tents.

The prince came over sneezing: "Tianci, how are you doing this year? Would you like me to help you find a better bow?"

He is 12 years older than Song Mo, tall and thin, fair and clean, with thick eyebrows and a straight nose like the emperor, and he sneezes constantly in autumn, especially when he comes to the paddock.Qiuwei is not fun for him, but suffering.

From Song Mo's point of view, his personality is a bit soft, like a teacher rather than a prince.

Following the prince is the prince's cousin, Shen Qing, the 16-year-old eldest son of Huichang Bo.

He teased Song Mo: "Deputy Commander of the Jinwu Guard, 5 taels of silver each!"

After the emperor said that whoever can win Song Mo, he will be rewarded with a deputy commander of the Jinwu Guard, they have joked in private, it is better to bribe Song Mo to let him lose to himself in Qiuwei...

Song Mo laughed and said, "It's easy for me to win, but the problem is that I'm not the only one in this game!"

Shen Qing was discouraged.

The prince chuckled, and said to Song Mo: "Leave him alone, he has been racking his brains for the past few days thinking about how to get a ranking in Qiuwei. If that ranking is so good, why do you threaten to buy Song Mo for 5 taels?" Lose..." Just as he was speaking, someone slowly came over and saluted the prince respectfully: "Your Highness!"

Make up for tomorrow's update, and continue to write today's update...~~~~(_)~~~~ Poor Song Mo, his uncle passed away and his status was questioned, so he has to figure out a way to get through it!

ps: Keep asking for pink tickets!

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