Heartburn

"Then, why did you deliberately drop my poems for what? Just to get my attention?" Converging on the boundless speculation in my mind, I asked about the reason before—even though it was incomprehensible to that line The title of "poetry" in the text taught me a bit shame.

"No wonder the young master, the lower official thought that the young master came to participate in this Wendu poetry meeting for the position of the leader, and the intention was to fulfill it. However, the lower official saw that the young master looked unintentional to the young master, this is hastily. After finishing the poem meeting, thinking about confessing to the young master, then ask for sin.” Shen Youlan said and got up and gave me a deep thought, her attitude was so sincere that she taught me dumb.

"No matter, you are also kind... You only need to remember that if I really want to participate, I must be planning to use my true talents and learning to fight for the top position; if I go by the side, even if I really win, I will deceive myself and treat others. Injustice, is it a pity to myself?" Seeing her nodding her head and apologizing, I realized that I had been teaching a senior who was more than my age for a long time, and I felt a little sad, so I had to change the subject abruptly. "By the way, Master Fu is the son of Master Junchong? He is not staying in the Imperial Capital Guanlan. Why did he come here?"

"Does the young master do not know the color of this poem meeting?" She sat back in her seat, took a sip of tea, and asked nonchalantly.

"This... I heard it slightly." I remembered the enthusiastic discussion of the young ladies, touched my nose awkwardly, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zhuo secretly-even though those people praised him as being above and below ground. No, but my heart is already occupied by someone, and I don’t want to have any ambiguity with other people, let alone a man I’ve never met before. I’m afraid that the other party will misunderstand that I insisted on participating in this poem meeting for the sake of the good luck. , Then I can hardly argue.

"It's not a secret to say that those talented ladies who have never changed things may not know it, but our officials who are in charge of handling referees every year are tacitly aware-this young master Fu appeared here to find talents for Her Majesty. "She saw that I didn't want to mention the color head, so she didn't hold on to it anymore, which taught me a sigh of relief.

"Finding talents for the queen? Isn't the officials promoted through the imperial examination not enough?" Fu Yunchong is indeed Kuang Xiqing's most stalwart supporter, but she is a member of the political affairs hall and the post of the emperor, her eldest son Since you are extraordinary, why should you condescend to come to this folk to select talents?

"The young master does not know. Although the Queen has been in power for many years, she is not the eldest daughter or prostitute after all. This emperor is not righteously named, and the prestige is far less than that of the first emperor. There are still a few of the senior ministers in the court who are truly willing and sincere. Besides..." When she said this, she suddenly chuckled and glanced at me. The expression in her eyes was unclear, and her heart jumped: Could it be that she noticed something?

Listening to what she meant, could it be that Kuang Xiqing's throne was not passed down by the first emperor's will? But why didn't I have this idea in my memory?

Or, for Kuang Xihan, it is a matter of course for the emperor to inherit the throne.

"What's more?" I asked calmly, and the corner of my eye looked towards Jiang Zhuo unconsciously-but saw her tasting the tea calmly, and when she sensed my gaze, she also glanced at me. It was cold, but there seemed to be a touch of tenderness in my eyes-I seemed to have found the backbone, and immediately became fearless.

"Besides, there is the beloved Royal Highness Ling," Shen Youlan continued, "The noble daughter of the first royal palace, and the niece of the master's relatives, even if she was lawless since she was a child, regardless of etiquette, she wanted to push her to the throne. There are many people here!"

"My lord is not Ling Wang himself, how do you know her mind? If she had no intention of being in the throne, she just wanted to live the days of idle clouds and wild cranes..." It is best to live with the beloved, then there is no regret— —I suddenly noticed that I had said too much, so I stopped quickly and gave her a bewildered look.

Who knows that she didn't seem to have heard the loopholes in my words, and said: "Of course, the lower official doesn't know the thoughts of His Royal Highness Ling, but the empress's thoughts are not difficult to guess-how can anyone snoring on the side of the couch? Your Majesty looks like a good-natured child, who spoils King Ling even more arrogantly before, but what is the intention behind this..."

Speaking of this, Shen Youlan’s gentle face suddenly raised a touch of mockery that was inconsistent with her temperament, and it disappeared in a flash; but I realized that this master of the State Supervision Department had treated Fu Yunchong and her family. The son, and even the master behind them-my emperor sister, did not have much awe.

Perhaps, her loyalty and respect have long been given to the master she dedicated to serving.

——However, Zen Master Kongxi is Zen Master Kongxi, and I am me. Even if Shen Youlan keeps saying that I am the Young Master, it does not mean that she will really be loyal to me.

It's hard to guarantee that she won't leak out after knowing my identity, so after mediating with her for a long time, I still have no plan to come out.

And most importantly, I am afraid that even Shen Youlan herself did not pay attention. When she talked about Kwong Xihan, she mentioned the word "watching"-yes, although she was only a member of the State Supervision Supervisor of the Fourth Grade, she did not participate. Qualified for the meeting, but she may not have seen the emperor...Similarly, she may not recognize Kuang Xihan—that is, my appearance.

If you think about it this way, I am afraid that her mind is not pure, and it is not just as simple as she said to recognize me... Even, everything she said before, whether it is true or false, I need to be careful Think about it.

However, in front of her, I naturally had to pretend to be ignorant, and just follow her to talk, and talk about it when I get out.

"My lord said so...then, I'm not polite to you, if nothing else—" I arched my hand at her, planning to get up and say goodbye.

"Wait," she stopped anxiously. Seeing me looking at her, she hesitated and rubbed her fingers. Before I was about to lose patience, she whispered, "There is one more thing, the next official wants to ask the young master to judge."

"You said." With a helpless sigh, I forced myself to be patient, but in my heart I secretly decided that I would leave after listening to her.

"The river bursts its banks and hit Zechang. The harvest in the fields has fallen drastically. The merchants who donated rice to private schools in previous years are unwilling to continue. I am afraid that the students will not be accepted. The next year’s gold list will no longer be named Zechang. Ah..." Seeing my puzzlement, she obviously didn't understand, so she bit her head and continued, "The master has some properties in Zechang, and he only needs to draw out half of the profit to keep the title of Wendu— —The shopkeepers of these shops only recognize the token, which is the jade in the young master's body."

——After going around for a long time, it turned out to be for money.

My heart loosened, and most of the previous vigilance and suspicion had gone: In comparison, I would rather she be just a corrupt official who fights the autumn wind, just coming to me, a jade that can withdraw money.

"This is not difficult," I tossed Yujue to her, and suggested after thinking about it, "In this way, Yujue will keep it for you first. You can provide more money and build several public schools for free for students to study. ...In the name of His Majesty the Emperor."

——When it comes to education-related matters, I can’t just sit back and ignore it. As expected, I still can’t forget my previous career... Forget it, popularizing compulsory education in the name of the emperor shouldn’t be a taboo.

"Isn't it right! The young master's move is a shame!" But the person who made the request flatly refused, pushing Yu Jue back to me.

Just when I tried to think about how to convince Shen Youlan, who was shunned in every possible way, I saw Jiang Zhuo, who was already tasting tea at his side, suddenly raised his sleeves, neither greeted me, nor spoke, nor even glanced at me, and pushed away. The door went out.

I watched her movements in a daze, until I heard the door slamming, and then I realized that I wanted to stop her.

"Jiang Zhuo!" I called her name loudly, but she turned a deaf ear to walking like the wind.

Seeing her back go further and further away, I quickly shook off Shen Youlan's hand and quickly chased after him, "Sorry, I'll talk about it another day..."

That person's stature was much taller than me, and the physique of the martial artist was also difficult for me to shoot. No matter how I chased, it seemed that I could only get further and further away from the long figure.

Knowing that going on like this doesn't help at all, I was so cruel and fell to the ground, pretending to exhale in pain, "Ouch!"

When he fell, he used too much force, twisted his wrist and frayed his palm. This painful cry was mostly sincere.

——Although bitterness is despicable, I don’t have a better way now; if this can’t teach her to turn back, I can only say that she really hated me to the extreme... Then, I should also put out the impractical Thoughts, completely give up.

I was lying down on the ground nervously and waiting for the result. I gently lifted my arm with both hands. The questioning voice was soft and gentle, accompanied by an elegant fragrance: "Miss, are you okay?"

The corners of my mouth that had just been raised instantly stiffened...This person, not Jiang Zhuo.