The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Gu Changqing won money and won softly.

The old lady was going to find someone who took advantage of him to empty his wallet, but she didn't expect to lose her bottom.

Holding Xiao Jingkong's head, she could not wait to scream in the sky——

Xiao Jingkong: I managed to grow a few hairs, but you are about to remove them all!

Gu Changqing was like a child who did bad things behind his parents' back, with a little red of excitement remaining on his icy handsome face.

No wonder the younger brothers like to play so much, it is really interesting.

Of course, what he enjoys is the process, not the money he won.

It was enough to be embarrassed to come to the door empty-handed, how could I still take people's money away?

But the old lady is a branded gambler.

Even if you win, you can also lose, and you will never accept Gu Changqing's returned bet!

Gu Changqing thought about it for a while, then wrapped the money into lucky money and gave it to a few children.

Gu Jiao looked at the crushed silver in her hand, and murmured doubtfully, "I have it too?"

"Yeah." Gu Changqing nodded.

In his eyes, Gu Jiao and Gu Yan are the same age, they are both children, if Gu Yan has it, then she naturally has it too.

Gu Jiao, who has always given lucky money to her family, was the first to receive the lucky money that others gave her.

In fact, most of the money came from the old lady. She put in the most rush today and lost the worst.

Although she also got a red envelope from Gu Changqing, she couldn't make ends meet.

The old lady went back to the house to sharpen the kitchen knife, and it was time to rob the private house again!

The old sacrifice wine on the carriage suddenly shivered, and his back was chilly!

The old friend who brought Xiao Liulang to visit the old sacrificial wine was surnamed Feng, Zeng Guan was the official of the third grade Honglu Temple, and the grade of the sacrificial wine was comparable to that of the Guozijian. get face.

The old sacrificial wine is better at officialdom and black studies, suppressing opponents who are rude, courting His Majesty properly, and making His Majesty think that he is a real scholar.

It is really hidden!

Feng Lao is a scholar who is truly devoted to academics.

Honglu Temple is the diplomatic department of Zhao Kingdom. Feng Lao, with his absolute strength, took the position of the minister of Honglu Temple. He is proficient in the languages ​​of six countries and dialects of more than 30 ethnic minorities. He is a treasure in the language academia.

His achievements are far more than these. If you count them down, you can't finish them for three days and three nights.

It's just that others are too upright and their minds are too simple, and they are not suitable for the officialdom of intrigue.

One year he was framed by someone, and he was almost accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason. It was Lao Jijiu who tried to save him, but both he and Lao Jijiu deeply realized that officialdom was not suitable for him.

So he resigned from office and concentrated on studying at home.

He has traveled to the great rivers and mountains of the six countries, the most distant desert, and the most dangerous Gobi.

He was very poor all his life, and his wife pawned all her dowry in order to make a living.

To Zhao Guo, he was a blessing and a blessing, but to his wife, marrying such a husband was a lifetime of sorrow.

Feng always had a son,

There are three more, but they are all mediocre aptitudes. Of course, it is possible that Feng Lao only cares about his own learning and neglects the training of children.

Feng Lao felt that his time was running out, so he wrote a letter to Lao Jijiu, just to ask him to help find a suitable heir.

After thinking about it, the old sacrificial wine brought Xiao Liulang.

Feng Lao was paralyzed on the bed. He heard footsteps and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, are you here?"

The old sacrifice wine said to Xiao Liulang: "You wait for me outside for a while."

Xiao Liulang responded.

The old sacrifice wine stepped into the house: "Hey, here we come, how are you feeling today?"

Feng Lao's speech is actually not very good. His pronunciation is very difficult, but his complexion is very ruddy: "It's much better."

Lao Jijiu sat down on the chair in front of the bed: "I think so too, in two days, you will be able to get out of bed!"

Feng Lao shook his head slightly: "My deadline is approaching, and I know it in my heart."

The old sacrificial wine sighed secretly, and the spirit of the person who could not even speak a few words suddenly became so good, who could not understand what was going on?

"Did you... bring it?" Feng Lao asked.

"Bring it, it's my disciple." Lao Jijiu glanced at him and said, "This time I reluctantly gave up my love and gave up all my disciples!"

"The one surnamed Li?" Feng Lao shook his head, "No, no, too old."

Lao Jijiu: No, you still picked it? Who is the older of the two of you?

Dean Li is really not old, he is not even forty, and he is in his prime.

Although the old sacrificial wine brought the little apprentice, the big apprentice was disliked by Feng Lao, and he couldn't help but sarcastically: "What's the matter, you still want to find someone who is tender enough to pinch water?"

Old wind hums.

Lao Jijiu actually understood what he meant. The younger a person is, the more time he has left. The knowledge in his life cannot be studied in ten or twenty years.

"Come in." Lao Jijiu said to the door.

Xiao Liulang walked in.

Feng Lao's eyes fell on Xiao Liulang's face, his whole body stiffened.

Xiao Liulang took Feng Lao's class when he was a child, and Feng Lao must know him.

However, Feng Lao's next sentence almost choked the old sacrificial wine to death: "Am I dead? Why are you dead too? It's over, and no one has inherited my mantle!"

Xiao Liulang: "..."

Old sacrifice wine: "..."

Lao Jijiu spent a lot of effort to convince Feng Lao that the young man in front of him was not dead.

As for the reason why he didn't die, Lao Jijiu didn't say, and Feng Lao didn't ask.

Living to this age, knowing the destiny, there are some things that you know well, but you can't go into it.

The old wind is like this, so is the old sacrifice wine.

The old sacrifice wine asked, "Are you satisfied with this heir?"

"Satisfied, satisfied." Feng Lao laughed hard.

He also fell in love with this child back then. It wasn't that the old sacrificial wine was the first to get the moon, but he had already snatched him over to be his apprentice.

The biggest regret in his life is probably not being able to accept a disciple who is willing to do his best.

This is complete.

Things happened in a hurry, everything was simple, and under the auspices of the old sacrificial wine, Xiao Liulang performed a simple apprenticeship ceremony.

Feng Lao was paralyzed from the neck down, and it was difficult to eat. Lao Jijiu symbolically let him clink his glasses, even if he had drank the apprentice tea.

Since then, Xiao Liulang has been his heir.

Feng Lao asked his wife to bring his life-long literary collections and moved them all to Lao Jiu's carriage.

Seeing that Lao Jijiu had emptied his study, he felt embarrassed: "Uh...sister-in-law, do you want to keep some for yourself?"

However, Mrs. Feng waved her hand: "Move away quickly, please, you have been implicated by these rubbish things for a lifetime, don't spar with me again!"

The old sacrificial wine bowed: "Okay, then I have the opportunity to visit my sister-in-law again."

Xiao Liulang also greeted the old lady Feng Feng as a junior.

That night, Feng Lao went away.

Perhaps because of his wish, he walked peacefully.

This incident hit Lao Jijiu hard, and he suddenly realized that he was also half buried in the loess.

In fact, if it wasn't for the little benefactor, he would have died earlier in the mountain.

Why did God arrange for him to live?

The old sacrifice wine raised his eyes in the yard and looked up at the starry sky, thinking about life.

The old lady came to rob with a knife, but before she spoke, the old sacrifice wine lightly handed over the purse.

The old lady said strangely, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Lao Jijiu didn't look at her, but still looked up at the endless starry sky: "Zhuang Jinse, what do you think people's life is for? Life does not bring death or death."

Zhuang, Jin, Se?

Very familiar name.

The old lady also looked up at the starry sky.

On the other side of the starry sky, there seems to be a distant memory calling her across the years.

Her mood suddenly became heavy, and the whole person was melancholy and melancholy.

She lowered her head and counted the money bags, and became even more melancholy: "The surname is Huo! If you play tricks here, you can pay less money to the private house! Such a few coins are enough to play a few cards! How much is still hidden, I will hand them over to the old lady. !"

Old Sacrificial Wine: Can't get away with this? ? ?

After robbing the small money, the old lady returned to the next door with satisfaction.

It was true that the old sacrifice wine wanted to paralyze the old lady, and he lamented that life is not fake either.

He was really worried.

I'm afraid that one day I will go like Feng Lao.

Feng Lao's obsession in the world is his mantle.

If the mantle and mantle are inherited by good enough people, Feng Lao will die without regret.

He is different.

He has people he can't let go.

In the past, he thought that when that person died, he had no nostalgia for this world.

But now, his A-Heng was still alive, he didn't dare to get sick or die.

Don't worry about leaving him alone in the world, facing everything alone.

"A-Heng, what else can I do for you as a teacher?"

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, after the Shangyuan Festival, the Imperial College and the major academies in the capital opened one after another.

After a good year, the first day of the court is usually more gentle, and the essays selected by the civil and military officials are also gentle and meaningful. In short, it is to seek a good luck.

It is not auspicious to make the courtroom smoky as soon as the Chinese New Year begins.

Zheng Mansion, Zheng Siye also plans to go out.

He had already received news from Master Zhuang that the matter of sacrificing wine had come to an end. His Majesty would confer the eldest prince as King Ning at the first court meeting of the Chinese New Year, and at the same time he would be conferred the sacrificial wine of Guozijian.

"Congratulations, Master Hexi!" said the butler.

Zheng Siye raised his chin proudly: "What's there to congratulate? It's not because of those bad things that happened, I should have sacrificed to the Imperial College!"

The steward said: "Master said yes! But it's not too late now!"

"Too."

Zheng Siye smiled.

Thinking of something, he asked, "Is the clothes ironed?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Alright, alright! I'll embroider it for you as soon as the imperial emblem is issued!"

Guozijian's clothes were specially made by the imperial court, but Zheng Siye couldn't wait, so he had them made early, but there was no Guozijian sacrificial emblem that symbolized his identity.

"Bring it to me to see!" Zheng Siye said.

"Yes!" The butler smiled and held the clothes over.

Zheng Siye's eyes flashed green.

The housekeeper said: "Master, would you like to try on the size first?"

Zheng Siye cleared his throat: "Cough, this, okay, if the size is not suitable, you can change it in time."

The housekeeper smiled and said, "That's it!"

Zheng Siye couldn't wait to change into the sacrificial wine clothes, stepped on the official cloth, spread his arms, and let the housekeeper appreciate it: "How?"

The butler gave a thumbs up and flattered: "It's suitable, it's suitable! It's so majestic for the lord to wear this dress!"

Zheng Siye was so angry that he came to the bronze mirror, took photos from front to back, left and right, brushed off his wide sleeves, and said with a smile, "It's just about wearing the emblem!"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "It will be there when you come back from the court!"

Zheng Siye reluctantly took off his sacrificial wine clothes, and after today, he will be able to wear it every day!

Zheng Siye came to court.

It was pitch-dark, the door of the palace had not yet opened, and all the ministers were waiting outside the door.

Seeing Zheng Siye coming, first the Minister of Officials said congratulations, and then the Minister of Household, Honglu Siqing and others also came to congratulate him.

Obviously, everyone heard that Zheng Siye was about to be canonized as a sacrificial wine.

This is a sure thing, Zheng Siye didn't even bother to act modest on the surface, and smiled back with a few people.

His official position is now under several adults, but he will be on an equal footing with them after the court, so his salute has become an equal salute at this moment.

Soon, the palace gate opened.

"Master Zheng, please." An official said with a smile.

Zheng Siye smiled and walked up to the Golden Palace with his head held high.

The first pilgrimage of the new year is as peaceful as in previous years.

The memorials handed by the civil and military officials all praised His Majesty's political achievements.

Your Majesty is pleased.

Consistent with the gossip in the palace, he first praised the eldest prince and named him Prince Ning, and soon it was the Guozijian's turn.

"Since the Imperial College has reopened, the role of offering wine cannot always be left empty. Fortunately, I already have a suitable candidate in my heart..." His Majesty's majestic voice echoed throughout the Golden Palace.

Zheng Siye straightened his back excitedly.

He finally waited for this day!

Waiting for it! Waiting for it! Waiting for it!

I am afraid that his mood at this moment can only be compared to a married girl. He is like a bride to be married, waiting for the groom to visit him!

Then he saw a eunuch walking hurriedly, and bowed down outside the Golden Palace: "Your Majesty! I have your letter!"

Ordinary letters will not break into the Golden Palace, unless it is in a hurry.

Everyone thought that there was another emergency report for eight hundred miles from the border?

"Bring it up," said His Majesty.

The eunuch presented the letter to His Majesty.

After reading the letter, His Majesty stood up from the dragon chair.

Everyone was stunned, what happened? Border fell?

In the next second, everyone heard His Majesty say excitedly: "Lao, Lao Jijiu has returned to Beijing, he sent a letter to me, and he also asked me if I was doing well..."

Zheng Siye's heart skipped a beat.

Didn't the old sacrificial wine return home eight hundred years earlier? What is the meaning of writing a letter to seduce Your Majesty at this juncture?

It is still an affectionate letter, and the words and sentences are very particular. The general translation is: Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for several years, are you alright? Please forgive me for my self-willedness. I feel guilty every time I think of His Majesty's love for me. Now that I am back, may I ask your Majesty, is your heart still the same? "

Proper green tea ex!

His Majesty was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes: "We will discuss the matter of offering wine later, and retreat to the DPRK!"

Zheng Siye was struck by a thunderbolt!

Scumbag!

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