Peach Fortune Ring

"Congratulations to Mr. Song for Jie Yuan from high school. This is your room fee for these days. Please don't dislike Mr. Song!" The shopkeeper came over and offered two ingots of silver with both hands.

"What do you mean, shopkeeper?"

Song Yan asked.

"It's a blessing for the shop that Mr. Song can stay in this shop. How dare the villain charge Mr. Song's room fee." The shopkeeper said flatteringly.

"How about this, I will treat the money as an invitation to the guests in the shop, and add two delicious dishes to each table!" Song Yan thought for a while.

As soon as this remark came out, all the customers in the shop immediately cheered.

at this time.

A group of scholars walked in, and the leader was Zhou Qi who had met once in Wei's residence.

"Congratulations Brother Song Jie Yuan from high school!"

As soon as he arrived, Zhou Qi said with a smile on his face.

"Brother Zhou is too polite, please sit down quickly!"

Song Yan said quickly.

Then, the scholars who came with Zhou Qi reported themselves one after another. They were all candidates in this period, and they won the exams together. From now on, everyone will be regarded as classmates again.

"Brother Song, my little brother has already prepared some thin wine in the Zhuangyuan Building, and I would like to ask Brother Song to give you a face!" Zhou Qi said again.

"If that's the case, let's go!"

Song Yan nodded without refusing, and then, surrounded by everyone, they went to Zhuangyuan Building together.

Wei House.

After hearing the news that Song Yanzhong knew about Yuan, Master Wei sighed, and couldn't help saying: "This Song Yan is really good at both civil and military skills. It's a pity, it's a pity, my son's life is unlucky!"

If Song Yan hadn't had a wife, he would have married his daughter to him even if he didn't get married. It's a pity that Song Yan already had a wife. Wife, I'm afraid it will leave a dirty life, so he knows that his daughter is completely useless.

Inside the embroidery building.

Wei Xiuyun was reading a collection of poems, when a servant girl hurried over: "Miss, Miss, Mr. Song has won, and it is Xie Yuan!"

Hearing this, although Wei Xiuyun was happy for Song Yan, she felt a little sour.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned from the Zhuangyuan Building.

Song Yan, who was smelling of alcohol, suddenly trembled, and the smell of alcohol all over his body suddenly dissipated, but there was a strong aroma of alcohol in the surrounding air.

Then he changed his clothes and went to Cai's mansion.

When he came to Cai Mansion to hand in the post, he was ushered into a living room by his servants, and dozens of Juren were already sitting in the living room.

"What's the name of Xiongtai?"

As soon as Song Yan took his seat, a Juren took the initiative to ask.

"Under Song Yan."

Song Yan smiled.

"So it's Duke Xie Yuan, I've admired him for a long time, I've admired him for a long time!" The man hurriedly said, "Brother Song, I'm at Liu Heng in Xiaquxi County."

"Brother Liu, you're being polite. By the way, these... are all here to visit Mr. Cai?" Song Yan asked.

"Isn't it? With so many people, I'm afraid it won't be our turn until dark!"

Liu Heng said with some resentment.

At this moment, a servant came in: "Who is Mr. Song Yan Song, my lord invites you!"

"Next!" Song Yan got up.

"Mr. Song, come with me!" the servant said enthusiastically.

"It's really true that I can meet Master Cai just now!"

"That's right, I've been waiting for two hours, why should that person see Master Cai as soon as he comes!"

"Stupid, didn't you hear his name?" Liu Heng said contemptuously.

"It's Song...!"

Immediately the man was dumb, because, he remembered, the name of Xie Yuan this time just happened to be Song Yan, but seeing that Song Yan was too young, they didn't think about that.

The Ju people who were originally uneasy, after knowing that Song Yan was Xie Yuan, all calmed down. He is Xie Yuan, and there is nothing wrong with Mr. Cai giving priority to interviewing.

Following the famous family member Ding, Song Yan soon met Cai Zixiao, a third-rank Dayuan and a provincial academician.

It's just that the other party is writing at the moment, and Song Yan didn't bother, just stood there and waited.

After a quarter of an hour, Cai Zixiao put down the brush, and then waved to Song Yan: "Song Yan, how about you take a look at this old man's calligraphy?"

Song Yan walked over, and his eyes fell on the rice paper. The words were written with iron pen and silver hook, which pierced through the back of the paper, but it gave him a sense of intermittent and incoherent.

"How?" Cai Zixiao asked again.

Song Yan didn't speak, but looked at Cai Zixiao, pondered for a while and said: "The words are good, but...!"

Speaking of this, Song Yan paused.

"But it's okay to say!" Cai Zixiao waved his hand.

Song Yan said again: "If you look at the font alone, each character is very good, but if you look at it together, it looks quite uncoordinated, intermittent, and lacks strength!"

"Haha, you really have good eyesight... cough cough!"

Suddenly, Cai Zixiao coughed violently.

Seeing this, Song Yan stepped forward suddenly, and slapped his palm on his vest. Cai Zixiao, who had been coughing profusely, suddenly felt his whole body go smoothly, and his breathing was also unusually comfortable.

"This is?"

Cai Zixiao looked at Song Yan in amazement.

Song Yan hurriedly said: "Master Cai, please don't blame the student for his recklessness. I have a little knowledge of medicine and martial arts. Just a palm just helped Master relieve the stasis of the meridians in the lungs!"

Cai Zixiao said with a smile: "What is the crime? To tell you the truth, this disease has been with the old man for more than ten years, but recently it has become more and more serious!"

"If the adults don't dislike it, the students can help the adults resolve this stubborn illness!"