After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 261

Zhang Ye didn't suddenly grow up.He just knows how powerful the words bullying are.

When he was in Xin'an County, no one could compare to Zhang Ye in terms of bullying others.There are also famous clans in Xin'an County, but the more they are, the more they pay attention to etiquette, righteousness, benevolence and trustworthiness, and they can't open their skins to compete with him for something, and because his old father is the king of Xin'an County, he has committed many crimes. .

It is precisely because of this that he can understand that in the capital now, with his status, he is just a small person who can be squeezed and rounded at will.At the beginning, Zhang Yi could understand what it means that a strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake, but now he can also understand the truth.Although his father is the king of a county, he is not as well-established as Yun Shangshu in the capital; although his aunt is a concubine, she is obviously inferior to Princess Changhuan who is being favored.

The situation is compelling, and letting go of the past is the wisest choice.

……

Xie House.

An old man dressed in rags and with a shiny mouth was walking slowly in the mansion, followed by two guards, watching him groping here and there, the corners of their mouths twitched, if they were ordinary people, they would have severely reprimanded him , but this man heard that the guard had already explained that he must treat each other with courtesy, so as not to make him unhappy in the slightest.

It was precisely because of such instructions that no matter how harsh and weird the old man's request was along the way, they would follow through on it, and finally invited him into Xie's mansion after going through untold hardships.

The two of them had already experienced the old man's kung fu, and even though they knew that their adults were waiting in the hall, they didn't dare to urge them at all. What are the origins of the trees, and their attitude is so attentive that they almost dig out the bricks and give them to him.

It's not too long a distance, and the old man walked for almost half an hour even stopping and stopping.The two guards thought about the adults in the hall. It was clearly late autumn, and it was the season of cold autumn wind, but there were beads of sweat on their foreheads.

But luckily it's finally here.

The two stood at the door with a guilty conscience, still thinking about what excuses they should use to let the old man go in by himself. Facing the coming storm, someone came out of it the next moment.

It's Wen Lu.

He looked at the two of them indifferently: "Why are you here now?"

The two looked at each other, but could not say anything, they just lowered their heads and took responsibility for their mistakes: "It's our fault, please hear the guards to be accommodating."

Wen Lu glanced at them, did not speak, turned to the old man who was digging the pattern on the door beside him and said: "Master Daoist, my lord has been waiting for you for a long time."

The old man withdrew his hand, wiped his oily mouth with his sleeve, and nodded: "Oh, what are you waiting for, let's go in."

I heard that Lu Xin said that I also meant the same thing. As soon as he turned around, the old man walked past him and strode into the hall.

The two little guards looked at Wen Lu nervously: "Wen guard, we..."

How could Wen Lu not know that they couldn't be blamed for delaying on the road for so long, after all, Daoist Qingxu's reputation for being eccentric and difficult has not been a day or two.He waved his hand: "Go down."

Only then did the two leave happily after the rest of their lives.

In the hall, Xie Jie was sitting on the main seat.He is wearing a black long robe today, which does not look like the dusty sun in the past, but it makes his eyebrows and eyes more handsome.

Simple patterns were embroidered with silver thread on the hem and front of the skirt, which added a touch of extravagance and also implied some solemnity.

Seeing the old man enter the hall, Xie Jie stood up and said, "Master Taoist."

The old man definitely took a look at him, and just when Wen Lu thought there was something wrong, he heard him exclaiming: "Little old man's hair has always been messed up, and I was still wondering why, but today I see Mr. Only then did I realize that what the little old man lacks is a hairpin that can hold his hair."

Wen Lu glanced at the long black and thick hair of the elder of his family, then at the old man's white, messy, short and short weed-like hair, thinking of his identity, after all, he was watching his nose, his nose, his nose, his heart, and his heart. Say something bad.

But Xie Jie took off the jade hairpin that tied his hair straight away, and came to the old man: "Your junior is not talented, and I would like to tie your hair for my husband."

The old man took the jade hairpin from his hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, then turned his head to the sunlight for a while, then smashed it and said with a smile: "No need, Mr. Ge obviously has never read poetry. Reader, look at my hair, isn’t it the poem’s saying that “the white head is scratched shorter, and the hairpin is full of desires”? But your hairpin is a good jade, let the little old man go to Yangji at the end of the street to exchange for a roast chicken how?"

The corner of Wen Lu's mouth twitched. The green jade hairpin, which is worth thousands of gold, can be exchanged for the entire Yang Ji, let alone a roast chicken.

Xie Jie's expression did not change: "If the Taoist priest likes it, I will let the servants change it."

"Why is this so embarrassing? The little old man should go by himself, so we won't bother your house." The old man found a corner and sat down on the floor, patted the open space around him, "This place is good, the sun is shining brightly outside, and it's still in the attic. The old mansion is quiet, cool and leisurely, very comfortable. You are welcome, please sit down too."

Xie Jie sat down as promised, but he didn't sit crookedly like the old man, but sat upright, looking very... well-behaved.

"I don't know that the boss of the pavilion took so much trouble to get me to the capital. What advice can I give?" He leaned his back against the foot of the table, relaxed, and finally got to the point.

Speaking of which, he was also unlucky, trying to deceive Qi Chu, oh no, feeling life, but he didn't expect to be knocked out directly on a dark and windy night, and he was already in the border of Daye when he opened his eyes.

He is also a kind and kind little old man. If he hadn't been angry, he wouldn't have made things difficult for the little guard who brought him to the capital along the way.

His anger was over, but judging from his years of experience in traveling the rivers and lakes, this matter was not so easy to finish.But since Xie Jie refused to tell, there was no other way, he was the only one to ask.

Xie Jie said: "I can't talk about teaching, I just hope that the Taoist priest can stay in the humble house for a while."

The old man rolled his eyes and quickly waved his hand: "You have been calling me long and long, but you look at me like this, I am clearly a sloppy old man, how can I look like a Taoist priest? Could it be that Mr. Ge has admitted the wrong person?"

Xie Jie didn't answer his question directly, but said: "I have already sent someone to hire Yang Ji's cook. People in this world are all concerned with appetite. Yang Ji's roast chicken is indeed a unique one in Dao. Think carefully."

"Appetite is important, but if you lose your life, your intestines, stomach and heart will be of no use. Elder Ge, please do your best."

(End of this chapter)