After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 11 Huanling Porcelain

The snow outside the courtyard has not yet completely melted, and occasionally there are gray-feathered birds looking for food, dragging their long tails and sweeping low from one end of the yard to the other end of the yard, and finally landed on the eaves to rest.

The speaker pushed the door open, and the gray sparrow under the eaves let out a cry and flew away.

Yun Zhuo blinked, nodded and called the person in front of the door: "Young Master." She turned her head sideways, resting her chin with one hand, and looked straight at him.

In front of him is a palace full of opulent wealth and wealth; behind him is a secluded courtyard with plain snow and white plum blossoms.And he stood there with a straight figure and white clothes, as if the magnificent inner room and the simple and elegant outer courtyard had nothing to do with him.

How could there be such a character?Yunzhuo couldn't understand it.

Xie Jie heard her voice and glanced sideways at her: "Miss Yun Si."

"It's me." Seeing that he recognized him, Yun Zhuo immediately smiled with crooked eyebrows, "I thought the teacher had an appointment with someone, but I never thought it was you."

As she said that, she turned her head again and looked at Mu Guiliu: "Since the person the teacher is waiting for has arrived, then I will leave first. Come back tomorrow."

Mu Guiliu gave a "hmm" and waved his hands: "Go, go, be careful on the road, the wind is cold, remember to go back early."

It wasn't until seeing Yun Zhuo out the door that Mu Guiliu looked away, and the smile on his face also subsided a little, and he looked at Xie Jie lightly: "I thought you would scare her, but I didn't expect that she would recognize you."

Xie Jie came in front of him, pushed aside the snow-white gown embroidered with bamboo patterns in blue silk thread, and sat down on the floor: "I never thought that Mr. Mu, a famous scholar in Langya, would accept Miss Yun Si, who is not well-known, as a student."

He naturally didn't care about Yun Zhuo, but it was related to Mugui Liu, but it was different.

Back then, when he was still in Chenjun, he already had the reputation of a young talent. When he was 12 years old, he wrote a poem, which was passed down by his father to Xu Hemeng, the examiner who presided over Chunwei that year. Mr. Xu said bluntly in front of all the scholars in the world that if he ends this year, there will be no place for the scholars in Kyoto.

Later, his father took him to Langya, intending to worship the famous scholar Mu Guiliu as his teacher, but Mu Guiliu didn't see him behind closed doors.

After reading his poems and proses, he envied his outstanding literary talents, but after this incident, he began to question whether his poems and proses were written by someone else.

It wasn't until he participated in Chunwei at the age of 14, won the first prize in one fell swoop, and became the youngest champion of Daye, that the voice of doubt gradually disappeared.

Hearing what he said, Mu Guiliu knew that he was remembering that old incident again, so she touched her nose guiltily: "Why did you bring up the old incident again? I didn't tell you, I also read your poem back then, It is very well written. That is why I did not accept you as a student. What you need is not a teacher, but to sink down in the officialdom and experience some experience. If I opened the door back then, it would have really delayed you! "

"As for Yun Zhuo, although she is a bit naive, she is still quite smart. Speaking of which, I thought she had a pitiful background at the beginning, and it happened that she was a good match for me, so I agreed to Yun Huan and stayed in the capital to be her teacher. .If there is anything to teach, there is nothing."

Xie Jie looked down at the patterns on the teacup with blue-glazed printed boy picking lotus patterns on the table, and said noncommittally to his words, "It doesn't matter to me whether you teach or not to teach your students. I came here this time to ask you, Linyao, what are your plans?"

"People from the Mu family, in the past two years, have become more and more disrespectful."

Near this place, there are a lot of gentry, and it is rich in tea and salt. It is the throat fortress between the north and the south. It has always been rich, comparable to Kyoto.The current governor of Linyao was born in the direct line of the Mu family, named Mu Guibai, and he is close to knowing his destiny.

It stands to reason that as long as he stays in this position for another two years, he will be able to return to his hometown with good clothes and glory.It can also help the future of the children and nephews.

It's a pity that this person is unclear. Seeing that he was about to resign, someone with a heart found out that he had linked up with the nobles and sold private salt.

Salt and iron have always been huge profits. Although the Tian family firmly grasps these two businesses, they also know that they cannot prevent people from using their power for personal gain. After all, when the water is clear, there will be no fish. Turn one eye closed attitude.

But if it involves the gentry, this is a big taboo.

As for Mu Guibai's role as the governor of Linyao, he benefited from Xie Jie's recommendation back then, so he came today.

But even though he was involved in this matter, when he said it, he just had a normal attitude, he didn't raise his eyes, and he didn't even speak in a loud voice, but in Mu Guiliu's ears, it sounded like thunder.

He knew in his heart that although Xie Jie was asking him how he planned to deal with this matter, in fact he had no choice at all.When Xie Jie asked this sentence, the only thing he, or the entire Mu family, could do was to cut their tails to survive.

"Second brother, he privately contacted the Linyao gentry and deceived his superiors and subordinates. It is indeed wrong. But he has worked hard these years. A few days ago, Cheng'er sent a letter and said that the second child was at fault. You can dispose of it as you like. Only A little, but please save his life." Mu Guiliu looked at Xie Jie and said earnestly.

He suddenly remembered that afternoon in the misty spring rain. At that time, no one would have thought that the young man who was rejected by him would become the chief assistant with power in seven years, and even the Mu family would look up to him .

Xie Jie looked up at him: "Then Linyao?"

Mugui Liu knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and sighed hoarsely: "If something like this happens, the second child will naturally not be able to stay there, I will go and watch for you."

"Mr. Mu likes to be leisurely. If he gets involved in the officialdom because of the second master, he will feel sorry for retreating." Xie Jie sighed, leaned slightly, and then said, "This cup is from Huan Kiln, right? ? Linyao Chuncha Huanling Porcelain, the first branch of wealth and honor in the world, is also a good word."

Mu Guiliu listened to his words, thought for a while, and understood what he meant: Linyao couldn't keep it.

He raised his hand and stroked the delicate and smooth texture of the cup, and said, "Who really likes leisure, and I'm just a layman, and I love things like Adu. I heard that the post of governor of Huanling is still available today. There is a vacancy, my lord thinks I am worthy to take up the post?"

Xie Jie sighed and said: "Mr. is well-known in the capital. If you really want to go to Huanling, there will be no one in the world who would dare to say that you are not."

"That's it, my lord is required to handle this matter." Mu Guiliu got up and bowed to him.

Xie Jie took a sip of tea and said, "Since Mr. has entrusted you, I will do my best."

Mu Guiliu chuckled, according to his previous temper, it was time to issue an order to evict guests at this time, but whoever told his clan brother to do nothing about personnel, even made him feel a little short in front of Xie Jie.

What's more... thinking of another thing, he looked at Xie Jie: "If I go to Huanling, there is still one person who is worried."

(End of this chapter)