I'm so hard

Chapter 186 Return of the God of Poetry (for subscription)
After the list of this year's gold list was confirmed, the scholars who entered the list went to Jixian Academy to report for duty one after another. These people had to undergo at least two months of training before they could be conferred official positions.

The treatment of the three members of Yijia is naturally different. Normally, they will enter the Ministry of Education and be trained by Xiao Jingye himself.

Especially Shangguan Yuntun, Xiao Jingye and Liu Chaotong all felt that he had a handsome appearance, and that he was a piece of high-quality jade in the rough, but lacked training.

But Shangguan Buyue didn't think so. He asked Zhao Yan many times, hoping to assign Shangguan Yuntun to Yushitai. Become a censor.

Zhao Yan pouted, but did not agree.

According to the body that Shangguan Buyue exercises every day, he can still work for at least 30 years. It is enough for Yushitai to have one Shangguan Buyue. up.

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At the end of March, the willows are sprouting and the weather is getting warmer.

Changdan City is still bustling and lively.

At this moment, on the pier outside the city, there was a carriage parked.

An old man in a cloth shirt stood at a remote place on the pier, pacing back and forth, and kept looking at the pier.

This person is none other than Xiao Jingye, Wenxiang of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The one who can make him stand here and wait is naturally not an ordinary person.

After a while, the butler of the Xiao family who was anxiously waiting on the pier ran over and said, "Master, the big ship has arrived, and the young master is on this boat. Shall we go to the front to meet him?"

Xiao Jingye put his hands behind his back and said: "How can I welcome my son, you can just bring that little bastard over here! In addition, you tell him that His Majesty has specially allowed him to go home today, and he can go to the palace tomorrow to report on the new policies of Shuzhou."

After all, Xiao Jingye sat in the carriage and went.

The housekeeper of the Xiao family was a little dumbfounded. When he came to pick him up in the morning, Xiao Jingye was the most anxious. He was clearly looking forward to seeing his son, but now he was not in a hurry.

He really didn't understand the relationship between father and son.

Steward Xiao saw that the big ship had already docked, so he immediately trotted to meet him.

And Xiao Jingye lifted the curtain of the window, also started to look at the pier, and muttered in his mouth: "This brat has been away for so many days, I still miss him."

When Xiao Zijie returned to Changdan, he was ordered by Pan Wenyue, the magistrate of Shuzhou, to report on the achievements of Shuzhou's new policy reforms.If Zhao Yan approves of the achievements of this new deal, Dazhou may immediately blow a hurricane of new deal reforms across the country.

After a while, Xiao Jingye saw Xiao Zijie walking from the pier.

Xiao Zijie was wearing a light-colored cloth shirt, his figure was a little thinner than before, and his complexion was tanned a lot, but the confident smile on his face revealed that he had benefited a lot during this period.

Xiao Zijie was followed by several small officials, carrying several book boxes, and then walked towards the carriage.

"This brat, he's matured a bit, and he has a bit of charm like me back then!" Seeing Xiao Zijie getting closer, Xiao Jingye immediately covered the curtain again.

Not long after, Xiao Zijie walked to the side of the carriage, bowed his hands and said, "Father, the child is back!"

Xiao Jingye lifted the curtain expressionlessly, glanced at Xiao Zijie, and said, "Get in the car, the bookcase can be put in the back, go home first today, your mother misses you very much!"

"Yes, father!" Xiao Zijie replied, and got into the carriage obediently.

Although Xiao Zijie became the magistrate and had seen enough of the world in other places, he still felt that he was still a child in front of Xiao Jingye, and he might be beaten again because he didn't say a word well.

The shadow of childhood can be remembered by him for a lifetime.

At this moment, Xiao Zijie suddenly wanted to chant a poem, but after thinking about it and rubbing his butt, he still gave up the idea.

Inside the carriage.

Xiao Jingye didn't speak, and Xiao Zijie didn't dare to speak. After he became mature and sensible, he didn't know how to get along with Xiao Jingye.

After a while, Xiao Jingye asked: "Today, His Majesty gave you permission to go home first, and then enter the palace tomorrow to meet the Holy Spirit, just to show consideration for my Xiao family. You must remember to thank you tomorrow!"

"Well, my child understands!"

"In addition, you are also the magistrate now. When walking in Changdan City, remember to obey the rules and stop messing around like before. Also, if you can not write poems, try not to write poems!" Xiao Jingye added.

Now, the only thing Xiao Jingye feels ashamed of is Xiao Zijie's poems.

Xiao Zijie curled his lips and didn't dare to speak.

He was very eager to create in Shuzhou, and then wrote nearly a hundred spoken poems, and he also transcribed several copies himself, ready to give away.

He will face the saint tomorrow, and he is going to give Zhao Yan a copy, but he dare not tell Xiao Jingye, otherwise he will definitely be scolded again.

Then, the father and son fell silent again.

In the past, the two communicated only when Xiao Zijie was being beaten, and at other times, it was basically such sporadic exchanges.

When the carriage was approaching Xiao's mansion, Xiao Jingye raised his head and said: "Jie'er, you'll be home soon, fix your clothes and hair, and don't tell your mother about any grievances in Shuzhou, understand? "

"My child understands!" Xiao Zijie replied.

The moment he finished speaking, he was obviously taken aback.

Jay?

Xiao Jingye only called this nickname before Xiao Zijie was ten years old, and after ten years old, it basically used words like: bastard, evil son, and rebellious son, and sometimes, he didn't even have a title.

Xiao Zijie was suddenly touched, and he also understood that the way his father loved him was different from other fathers.

Inside Wenxiang Mansion.

Mrs. Xiao looked at Xiao Zijie, tears came down.

"Son, you are much thinner and darker than before. We won't go back after we come back. Being an official is really tiring!" Mrs. Xiao said weeping.

Xiao Jingye stared, and said: "Women, what do you know, the court needs your son to stay in Shuzhou, what's the use of you staying in Changdan!"

Mrs. Xiao rolled her eyes and said: "You understand, you understand, don't you miss your son very much, you couldn't sleep last night, and this morning you specially arranged for someone to buy his favorite food for your son, and now you don't care about it again! "

Xiao Zijie was taken aback, and asked Xiao Jingye: "Father, do you really miss me more than mother?"

Xiao Jingye snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the back hall.

"Why are you going? Didn't your son ask you something? You can't speak your mind, you have to hold it!" Mrs. Xiao said angrily. She is the one who knows Xiao Jingye best in the world.

Xiao Jingye said without looking back: "I'll go to the kitchen to serve my son food, it won't taste good if it's cold!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Zijie couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)