At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"I guess, but the brothers forgot to apply for the exam?"

Xie Zhiyi's pupils were slightly curved, and she covered her lips with a smile. The basket of lanterns in her hand also swayed slightly, making her look like a pretty girl from the Zuo family.

Everyone was stunned, and Si Yuandao was also stunned, but he quickly reacted.

He laughed and said: "The apricot moon will start tomorrow, and spring is scheduled to be in March, so there is no rush."

"Well, Si Jinzhou, you will take the scholars to eat, drink and have fun on your first day in the capital. Asking you to teach and educate people is really misleading."

A voice came from in front of everyone, and what he said made the disciples very angry.

Xie Zhushu was about to take a step forward and argue with him for three hundred rounds, "How reliable is Mr. Si as a teacher," when Xie Yuheng raised his foot to stop him.

Xie Yuheng shook his head slightly at him. This man was very rude in his words, but he didn't mean to accuse him.

As expected, Si Yuandao turned around, saw the man's appearance clearly, stroked his beard and teased:

"Hey, where did this old thief come from? It's the end of the day, but he's climbing the wall to steal my green plum wine?"

The 'old thief' stood alone next to the stone lion, holding a simple bamboo lantern that was slightly yellow.

Just looking at his face, he was about the same age as Si Yuandao. But his hair was covered with silver threads and his temples were white.

The only one with sharp eyes is like a spring candle blown in the wind, exuding the sharp light that has been in a high position for a long time, making people dare not look directly.

The 'Mr. who misleads others' and the 'old thief who wants to steal green plum wine' looked at each other for a long time.

It seems like you want to see a flower in the other person's old face, and you also seem to want to see how well the other person has been these past few years?

Until the last sound of the evening drum was struck, the huge gates in all directions, pushed by the gatekeepers, made a creaking sound that pierced the sky.

Si Yuandao waved to Xie Yuheng and motioned for him to come over.

Xie Yuheng handed the shrimp lantern to his elder brother and quickly checked himself for any irregularities in his clothes.

Then he walked forward with steady steps and stood still one step behind Si Yuandao.

Si Yuandao patted her shoulder, pointed at the 'old thief' and said unceremoniously:

"Xiao Yuheng, call me uncle quickly, but this is a rare opportunity to make this iron cock bleed profusely."

Xie Yuheng put his hands together and bowed obediently, "Yuheng has met my uncle."

After thinking about it in my mind, it turns out that this is Yang Chengwu, Mr. Yang.

Unexpectedly, when his old friend came to visit, Yang Chengwu wished he could go home, and asked the cook to bring him a pot of blood and pour it on Si Jinzhou's old face.

It's a pity that the gate of the square is closed, so Yang Chengwu can only take off the jade pendant from his waist and put on a kind and kind smile.

"I only lost the jade when I was polishing my twilight drum. I don't have anything valuable with me. You can play with this jade."

The boy in front of me is quite tall, about six feet tall. This is exactly what the rumors say... His face is like a willow tree, and he looks like he died young.

Xie Yuheng blinked, thought for a moment, and bowed again.

He said solemnly: "A gentleman never leaves his body without any reason. My uncle rushed to see you after his shift. I think this jade is my uncle's favorite thing that he often wears."

"As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take away from others' favors, but Yu Heng was disrespectful and deserved it."

Xie Zhushu wiped the sweat from his forehead, if this were him.

As early as when the old man handed over the jade, Baba went up to pick it up. There were so many twists and turns.

Yang Chengwu glanced at Si Yuandao, fearing that his old friend would not be doing well, and he was also afraid that his old friend would be doing too well.

Why is such a smart disciple not his!

Caressing his silver beard, Yang Chengwu stepped forward and put the jade into Xie Yuheng's little hand, and said calmly and gently:

"It is indeed something that I love deeply, but there is also a saying that the elders cannot refuse to give it."

Si Yuandao then laughed loudly, patted Xie Yuheng's back and asked her to put the jade away.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, we went into the house with our friends and children.

Although the drums are over in the evening, all the doors of the city gates are closed, and walking on the 38 main roads crisscrossing the capital is prohibited.

But all these workshops are still lively.

Just when Yang Chengwu stepped on the dusk drum to visit the Si Mansion, there were many people peering around in the dark.

Within three days, everyone in Beijing knew that Yang Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry had presented jade to the Marquis of Jiangling.

In the simple central hall of the Si Mansion, each member took turns to show his face in front of Yang Chengwu, and then retreated.

Only brothers Xie Yuheng and Xie Mingli were left listening by Si Yuandao.

After warming the cup, Yang Chengwu poured flat green tea leaves into the white porcelain tea cup.

Close the lid and shake it for a few breaths, sniff the fragrance, and the quiet fragrance of tea enters your nose.

Yang Chengwu closed his eyes and thought about it, and said with emotion: "Zhenzhen, this tea, I want to buy the tea with money, but I can't see its shadow. It is a rare product with real jade and Sui pearls."

Some people seem to praise tea, but in fact they are praising others.

Si Yuandao picked up a pot and poured warm water for him, and said with a smile: "He is a skinny monkey. He is used to climbing up the pole, but Cheng Wu can't help but praise him so much."

Yang Chengwu's loving eyes fell on Xie Yuheng, and he felt even more regretful.

Thanks to Yuheng's presence, it was inconvenient to ask about his health, so he changed the subject.

"Last year, Wang Hui resigned and returned to his hometown. His Majesty moved Yan Jingzhi to serve as Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs."

"Now the position of the Ministry of War is vacant, and all affairs are temporarily managed by Tang Shilang."

"I think His Majesty will summon you to the palace in the near future. What are Minafune's plans?"

Yang Chengwu used the lid to remove the foam, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

The emperor was very kind to these old ministers who accompanied the rebellion to conquer the world.

First, His Majesty governs the country with benevolence, implements benevolent policies and sets an example.

Secondly, the talent available to the court is in short supply. Those who were selected in the previous imperial examinations still had to go a long way to become successful. Are they being used indiscriminately because of a lack of people?

But... Yang Chengwu sighed silently in his heart.

On the surface, His Majesty seemed to be leaving Beijing in a safe way, but in fact, he used a clever trick.

We have been together day and night for many years, and even a piece of stone can create feelings.

The disciple entered the official position at a young age, and there was no one in the court to protect him. How could he let his temper be left unchecked?

Sure enough, after Si Yuandao was silent for a moment, he waved his hand and said indifferently:

"Isn't it the Ministry of War? At that moment, I was responsible for coordinating the chaos. What's so difficult about it?"

It's not difficult.

The difficulty lies in Si Yuandao's heart. What's the difference between looking at the place where your beloved daughter died every day and uncovering her scars every night?

The hall fell into an eerie silence, except for the wind blowing through the forest behind the hall and a cooing sound.

Yang Chengwu's face froze. He only focused on stepping on the evening drum before closing the shop to meet his old friends, but he forgot to eat.

After two cups of tea, without any follow-up replenishment, the Temple of the Five Internal Organs became noisy.

Xie Mingli stood up and said he had other important matters and would come back later. In fact, he was looking for someone to cook for Yang Chengwu.

"The gentleman who talks about you is as gentle as jade. I don't know how many people will fight for his name on the gold list."

Yang Chengwu smiled, his eyes not showing a trace of white.

As we all know, the imperial court is short of talent.

The new scholars in these years are the best candidates for the husband-in-law of bureaucrats, landlords and dignitaries.

Whoever fails to protect them will be the official of the party in the future, or he will join the cabinet and leave his name in history.