Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Yun Xuanzi pretended to rub his chin and said slowly: "Madam, why don't you explain the matter clearly first, and I will analyze it further."

"This..." It seemed a little difficult for her to say it. "Master, why don't you do the math first?"

Yun Xuanzi sat down and shook his head. Mrs. Ji who was rejected naturally didn't understand.

He then explained: "What if everything can be calculated? It is disobedient to check people's lives for no reason. If you do it too many times, you will naturally suffer backlash."

What Yun Xuanzi said was true. Although he was not good enough, he still knew a thing or two. Taoist Master Xunzhen always told him not to explore the secrets casually, even though he had not yet reached that ability.

Mrs. Ji was frightened. She thought that retaining an expert could help her deal with her troubles, but she didn't expect that everything would not go as planned.

When even though he recalled the dream he had at night, he became frightened.

The black and blue under her eyes were very obvious on her face. Mrs. Ji didn't want to wait any longer and left without saying hello.

Looking at the back, he looked a little embarrassed, and his whole person revealed a guilty conscience.

Yun Xuanzi stared at the figure and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ji family is not a good place.

He sat there for a while, and when he saw that there was no one in the courtyard and that the two gentlemen had gone somewhere, an idea came to his mind.

He carefully closed the door, rearranged himself, and prepared to escape again.

The current situation of the Ji family is not bad. Although there are some remarks circulating in the market, they are said by himself after all, and the Lord does not have the leisure and grace to listen to them.

The papers handed over by some officials had gone through many hardships and had long since gone elsewhere.

Mingchuan's health is getting better, and he is recuperating alone these days. Not long after the three people were imprisoned, there is some hope for life.

He rummaged through the contents of the box and fell into a trance after finding a stack of dusty books.

Patting the top book with his palm, he opened it and read it as if he was immersed in memories.

What happened a month ago seemed like a lifetime ago, and he never dared to reflect on the fact that he was the person in that year.

Mingyan found a good job for him, but he couldn't do it even after a while.

Since the corruption case was implicated in him, his name has been removed. The whole story has nothing to do with him, but he has gained a bad reputation after all.

If you want to enter an official career, you can only get there based on your ability.

But he didn't know who was behind that case.

The days went by day by day, and Mingxin Mansion was busy for half a month before getting a day of free time.

The only sounds in the room were people reading books or holding pens. The tense movements made a relaxing sound, but no one savored it carefully.

The pen held in his right hand kept tapping on the paper, and the ink followed the movement of his wrist to draw strange characters on the paper.

Finally, the pen tip floated above the paper, the ink dots dripped smoothly, and the paper was considered useless.

There was a "boom", and the owner of the hand had already lay down. Several people in the room followed the sound and looked over. What they saw was just a few pieces of paper that had been slapped away, and the person could no longer see a trace of his face.

One person opened his mouth and smiled, looked at the person next to him and said, "Mr. Xu, do you want to tidy up Mr. Pei?"

Xu Suiran continued what he was doing without raising his head: "It doesn't matter what he does."

The man shrugged after hearing this and put the file in his hand back to its original place.

"You can take a break after your busy work today. Have you guys decided where to go?" Another person asked casually while sorting out the things on their seats.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief in unison, and someone stretched and said casually: "Where else can we go? Go home and lie down."

"I can't lie down. My wife has been urging me for several days. I have to go shopping with her tomorrow."

The others laughed, and the atmosphere became a little better.

The person who asked the question before remembered that there was still someone who had not spoken, and asked Xu Suiran, "Where is Mr. Xu?"

Several people's attention turned to him one after another. Xu Suiran's eyes trembled as he was being watched, and the words he wrote almost turned a corner.

He sighed secretly, put down his things, and looked at the man: "Me?"

"Yes. It seems that Mr. Xu rarely goes out."

"Indeed." Xu Suiran lowered his eyes.

He threw these words out again. Everyone in Mingxin Mansion knew that Xu Suiran was a boring gourd.

It turned out that the man knew Xu Suiran's temperament, so he just smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

Xu Suiran looked at Pei Zhen, who was drowned in a pile of paper, and put away the things on the table one by one and arranged them neatly.

Walked up to him and looked at this person's desktop.

There were regular vibrations under his arms. Pei Zhen, who was sleeping, was very impatient. He breathed out roughly through his nose and moved slightly.

Xu Suiran was still knocking.

The people over there seemed to notice it, and just watched Xu Suiran knocking again and again.

When Pei Zhen finally opened his eyes and sat up straight, the fire in his body seemed to light up a room.

Immediately, we need to see which blind person disturbs our dreams.

The fire-breathing eyes turned to the side, and from bottom to top, he saw a uniform black costume.

The moment he saw his face, his aura instantly weakened: "Brother Xu."

"Pfft." Someone couldn't help laughing, and Pei Zhen's eyes were filled with anger again when he looked over.

The man covered his face with a bamboo slip and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. It's actually the look on Mr. Pei's face just now..."

Several people felt the same way. Pei Zhen's face went from full of anger to extinguished, and then he suddenly became angry when he heard something angry.

The man holding the bamboo slip was as happy as if he had found a soulmate, and nodded his fingers on it: "It was like this room that accidentally caught fire. The anger suddenly came up."

"Which case is it?" The people on the side pulled aside, trying to read the writing on it clearly.

The man took the initiative to hand over the bamboo slip: "This is it, from Chenjiazhuang..."

Xu Suiran couldn't help but shook his head while listening to the discussion over there, looked at the confused person and said, "Are you done?"

Pei Zhen cleaned up the messy desktop and nodded hurriedly.

Today, we agreed to go to Jie Xige after finishing our work. Fortunately, he fell asleep after finishing.

Pei Zhen balled up the weird characters and threw them on the ground, randomly folding books and a lot of paper.

Xu Suiran had a headache looking at him. He didn't want to look any further and immediately went out. Before leaving, he said, "Hurry up. I'll wait for you outside."

"Oh, okay."

After hearing this, Pei Zhen only raised his head in a hurry, and the movements of his hands continued unabated.

The door was wide open, and the movement inside could be heard clearly.

Xu Suiran stood not far outside, recalling what the man said about Pei Zhen's appearance, which seemed a bit like he was about to be ignited.

"It's pathetic."

After watching the incident in Chenjiazhuang, those people couldn't help but sigh.

Xu Suiran only heard someone mention this matter. He didn't understand what happened 15 years ago, and even after seeing it, he could only feel regretful for a while.