Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Early the next morning, Lan Ziqing went to the palace to report Zhang Pu's case.

After Su Danchen got up, the servant A Huan fetched a bucket of water for him to wash up.

"Your Highness, Xiang Lan asked you to go to the Xiangfu earlier before leaving."

"understood."

While helping him to change clothes, A Huan said: "Your Highness, should we go after breakfast, or go now?"

Su Danchen straightened his collar, turned around and tapped A Huan lightly on the head, and said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry for?"

A Huan rubbed her head and stuck out her tongue, "This servant is talking too much, this servant is going to prepare His Highness's breakfast."

With that said, he turned and walked out.

"and many more."

A Huan turned around.

"What orders does Your Highness have?"

"Master Ying, is he up yet? This king will eat with him."

"Doctor Ying has left the palace."

Su Danchen was startled.

"When did he leave?"

A Huan thought for a while and replied: "The gatekeeper said that Doctor Ying left this morning when the sun was just dawn."

Su Danchen was puzzled for a while, and waved his hand, motioning for him to back down.

Breakfast will be ready soon.

After eating a few bites hastily, he led the horse, got on the horse and went to the Prime Minister's mansion.

Ah San who opened the door saw the "extraordinary" relationship between the third prince and his master after the past few days, so he put on a smiling face and greeted him respectfully.

Su Danchen raised his foot and stepped inside, turned to Ah San, with a smile on his lips, and joked: "You were not so considerate to me before."

Ah San blushed, and said, "The prime minister is in the study."

After hearing this, Su Danchen stopped staying and walked towards the study.

Now that he is running long-distance in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he is very familiar with the specifications and layout in the Prime Minister's Mansion. After a while, he came to the study room familiarly.

Lan Ziqing was sitting in front of the desk, holding a sapphire pen in his hand, writing something rustlingly, with tall scrolls piled up on both sides.

His expression was too serious and his gaze was so focused that even Su Danchen didn't notice when he came up to him.

"Ziqing, what are you writing?"

Lan Ziqing was startled, seeing him, her eyes softened, she put down her pen, and calmly pushed the white paper full of black characters forward, and hid it under the ancient blue book.

He got up and poured him a cup of tea, "It's nothing, it's just that the Holy Majesty wanted to posthumously confer Zhang Pu, and ordered his ministers to draft an imperial edict."

Su Danchen took the teacup and looked at him suspiciously.

I clearly saw the words "Tianxiacheng".

Why did Ziqing lie.

He took a shallow sip of tea, put down the teacup beside the pile of books, swallowed his doubts after all, and said with concern on his face, "Ziqing is busy with work recently? I have never seen so many books piled on your desk before."

Lan Ziqing curled her lips and said with a smile: "The day after tomorrow will be Qiu Wei. As the chief examiner, I will inevitably have many complicated matters to take care of."

When he was talking, Su Danchen was attracted by the pile of books, picked up one casually, and without waiting for a closer look, a pair of slender hands pressed his wrist.

Lan Ziqing looked at the puzzled person in front of him, pursed her lips slightly, drew a gentle arc, and said softly: "Your Highness, can I have breakfast? Can I have dinner with my minister?"

"Ziqing hasn't eaten yet?"

Su Danchen was slightly startled.

"I entered the palace early to meet the Holy Majesty, and after returning to the mansion, I was busy with official duties, so I really didn't have time to eat." After a pause, he let go of his hand and smiled helplessly: "Now that I am hungry, I know that I am also a mortal." You can't live without these whole grains."

Su Danchen felt distressed for a while, and after "teaching" him with a straight face, he took his hand and walked to the porridge shop.

But he couldn't care about the mountain-like scrolls anymore.

Lan Ziqing let him lead her to walk forward, listening to his rambling all the way, a warm smile appeared on her lips.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the pile of books on the desk behind him, his eyebrows narrowed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

When crossing the bridge, I suddenly heard a "cuckoo", and a snow-white pigeon flew down and stayed on the bridge pillar.

A small gray tube was tied to the corner of the pigeon's leg.

It's a carrier pigeon.

Su Danchen turned his head and looked at Lan Ziqing, wondering: "Ziqing, how could there be a carrier pigeon in your house?"

As far as he knows, Ziqing has no relatives, so there should be no relatives or friends flying pigeons to pass on the letter.

Lan Ziqing's dark eyes were dark, but his face was calm, and he said, "This is not my minister's carrier pigeon, I guess it fell into the wrong house."

Homing pigeons return home like an old horse knows the way, is there any mistake?

Su Danchen frowned slightly, thinking of his previous concealment, doubts abounded in his heart.

Could it be that Ziqing is hiding something from him?

Seeing Lan Ziqing, the smile faded from her lips, and she covered her lips with her sleeve and coughed lightly a few times.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Danchen heard him slightly coughing, no longer caring about the doubts in his heart.

Lan Ziqing looked at those peach blossom eyes full of caring, feeling a burst of tenderness in her heart, and gently shook her head.

"Your Highness, don't worry, I'm fine."

Su Danchen wanted to ask again, but suddenly heard a "cuckoo" cry, the white dove that was staying suddenly moved, flapped its wings and circled twice in the sky, then flew straight forward.

Su Danchen stared at the pigeon shadow going away, was stunned, and blurted out: "It turns out that I really fell into the wrong place, I thought..."

"His Royal Highness thinks that the minister has the intention to bully Man."

Lan Ziqing took the words calmly.

Su Danchen was guessed by him, Jun blushed, feeling guilty

Said: "Ziqing...it's my fault..."

Lan Ziqing gave a low laugh, pinched his cheek, and said softly: "Didn't your Highness say that you want to take me to the most famous porridge shop in Xunyang?"

"That's right! Let's go quickly."

Su Danchen nodded vigorously, her peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, she took his hand tightly and walked out.

The previous suspicion has long since disappeared.

Ah San stood by the gate of the mansion, watched the carriage go away, smiled and shook her head while turning back to the mansion.

It seems that this simple-minded third prince is destined to be eaten to death by the prime minister.

When Lan Ziqing returned to the prime minister's mansion, it was already late.

Seeing that he left the mansion at Chenshi and returned at Xushi, Ah San was very puzzled.

"The prime minister's breakfast is too long."

He couldn't help joking as he followed Lan Ziqing into the mansion.

A smile flickered across Lan Ziqing's eyes, "The autumn scenery is just right today, and the truth came up on a whim, so I went on a boat ride on the lake."

Hearing this, Ah San stuck out her tongue, fearing that it was the master who was "on the spur of the moment", and the prime minister is obedient to him now, how could he refuse.

After walking a few steps, Ah San suddenly remembered something and asked, "The prime minister is traveling with His Highness the Third Highness, so what about your official duties?"

The smile on Lan Ziqing's lips remained undiminished, but his tone was calm: "It's okay, it's just some minor details."

After hearing this, Ah San didn't say anything else, and quietly followed behind him.

When they arrived at Meiyuan, Lan Ziqing deliberately sent Ah away.

Three, went into the study alone.

When the door was pushed open, the moonlight penetrated in, illuminating the stacked books in the room.

He paused, his expression faded, he went straight to the red sandalwood case, and took out a thin piece of paper hidden under the ancient blue scroll.

After reading it by moonlight, I hid the white paper in my sleeve and came to the courtyard.

Dark as ink.

There is no one around, except for the cold moonlight shining down on the ground.

Standing under the plum tree, Lan Ziqing took out a palm-sized panpipe from her waist, put it to her lips, and blew gently.

A series of crisp and melodious notes sounded in the night.

After the Xiao sound was halfway through, a "cuckoo" sound was heard suddenly, a snow-white pigeon flew from a distance, fluttered its wings, and landed on Lan Ziqing's shoulder.

It was clearly the carrier pigeon from this morning.

Lan Ziqing put away the pan flute, smiled and grabbed the white pigeon on her shoulder.

"Good Pigeon, thanks to your cleverness today."

While stroking the pigeon's body gently, he took off the post box tied to its legs and feet.

"Cuckoo—"

The white dove seemed to understand what he said, and hummed softly from its hairy throat.

Lan Ziqing was taken aback, but quickly regained her composure, with a faint smile on her lips.

"The pigeons raised by His Royal Highness are really extraordinary."

Slowly opened the note that was taken out, and there was only the word Cang Qiu on it.

good.

Lan Ziqing was silent, took out the thin paper from the sleeve, folded it into pieces, stuffed it into the letter box, caught the white pigeon standing on the wrist, and tied the letter box to its leg again.

"Go."

As the words fell, the white dove flapped its wings and disappeared into the night sky.

Lan Ziqing stood in place, looking at the cold full moon at the corner of the sky, the light in his eyes changed repeatedly, and finally fell silent.

In a blink of an eye it was Qiu Wei.

At the beginning of the Mao Dynasty, a long queue formed in front of Gongyuan Gate.

Students wearing green crowns, white robes, and carrying bamboo baskets stood quietly and orderly outside the gate of the tribute courtyard, waiting for the tribute exam to start.

Standing in the middle of the line was a thin scholar. He rubbed his empty stomach and stared at the golden word "Gongyuan" in front of him.

Once I went to try to climb Longmen, the two-character fame wrote my whole life.

He bid farewell to his folks and came all the way. If he loses his job, how should he face the elders in his hometown.

How to face the teacher.

Ning Sheng sighed silently.

"Shut up!"

With a sudden neigh, an overly gorgeous carriage stopped in front of the Gongyuan.

Everyone turned to look.

A young man in the same green crown and white robe came out of the carriage, with a fat head and big ears, and an ugly face.

When he got off the carriage and stepped on the "human stool" due to his obesity, the servant of the "human stool" could not bear his weight, so his body knocked forward and he fell to the ground.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at! Don't laugh!"

The distraught Fat Young Master turned around and slapped him, cursing angrily: "Useless stuff, I can't handle such a small matter well, I will get thirty sticks of boards when I return home!"

The young man covered his hot face, his body trembling, "It's useless to be a small one, damn it, young master, thank you for rewarding and punishing me."

The fat man straightened his collar, as if he didn't see the team, he swaggered to the front and got in.

This behavior aroused dissatisfaction among the people.

"You man, how can you get in front of me so well."

Someone protested.

"I can row wherever I like, don't talk too much!"

When the man saw his evil look, his heart trembled and he retracted his head.

Fat boy had a smug look on his face.

"As a gentleman, you should be cautious in your words and deeds, and be an upright model. Brother Tai's behavior is against the way of Confucius and Mencius, and it is disgusting."

A faint voice sounded from the crowd

Fat young man was extremely annoyed when he saw that someone challenged his majesty.

"Who? Who is bored of life, stand up."

Ning Sheng secretly yelled that it was not good, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand out.

Seeing that a thin man stood up, the fat man spat out disdain: "Stinky boy, you dare to use 'Confucius and Mencius' to overwhelm me, do you know who I am, and I am the grand master's nephew. "

Everyone was intimidated by the title he gave, and at the same time, they were sweating for the thin classmate.

Ning Sheng was also shocked in his heart, but the matter has come to this point, showing weakness at this time is definitely not his style.He plucked up his courage, forced himself to be calm and said, "Even the Son of Heaven must follow the way of 'Confucius and Mencius', but you are just a relative of the Grand Master."

The fat boy's eyes flashed fiercely, he stepped over in two or three steps, grabbed the thin young man by the collar, and raised his fists with both hands. "Stinky boy, you are courting death!"

"Ping Ping—"

The sudden sound of a gong interrupted Mr. Fat's movements.

In front of the gate of the Gongyuan, a middle-aged man wearing a brown official robe and carrying a golden gong came out at some point.

"The test will be held in the fall this year, and all beings are invited to enter the venue in an orderly manner."

The fat man let go of his hands unwillingly, and said fiercely, "Stinky boy, you are lucky this time, don't let me see you again"

After speaking, grab the number and enter the arena before everyone else.

Ning Sheng pressed his neck and followed the crowd into the Gongyuan with lingering fear.

After all the students entered the arena, the man who knocked the gong put away the gong, turned around and returned to the tribute courtyard, and closed the door.

"and many more."

A beautiful hand stopped the door from closing.

The person inside the door was startled and looked up.

I saw a boy about fifteen or six years old standing outside the door, with red lips and white teeth, and a peachy face.

"Young master, it's just a joke, why do you take it seriously?"

A handsome young man stepped out of the carriage, smiled with his fox eyes, and handed over the bamboo basket in his hand.

The young man turned his head, took the bamboo basket, and gave a cold "hum", "Cen Zhiwen, don't underestimate me, you

Take a good look at it, whether this young master can do it or not. "

After the words fell, he stepped in without looking back.

Zhumen slowly closed.

Cen Zhiwen stood outside the door, with a helpless smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of doting.