Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

Palace-like style, carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, exquisite workmanship, even the pillars are engraved with beautiful patterns, although he has never been in the imperial palace, but it is nothing more than that if he wants to come to the imperial palace.

It was late at night, and when Zhao Jun got up, he realized that he had really sat for too long, his legs were so weak that if someone hadn't helped him, he would have almost fallen to his knees.

"Why do you know the rules so well after not seeing each other for half a day, and still do such a great gift?"

Today, Xue Yu is wearing a black robe with dark patterns embroidered on it. The silver hollow hibiscus flower border is exposed inside the black satin robe, making him look more stable. Under the turbulent golden waves at the corner of the robe, the sleeves are blown by the wind. Floating high, his handsome face carried an innate nobility and majesty, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring majesty.

It must have been too cold at night, and Xue Yu still had a domineering chill on his body. Before that, Xue Yu deliberately downplayed his sharpness and hid that face.

This time the scholar leaned against Xue Yu at such a close distance, and smelled that faint fragrance again, which was warm. Originally, he was secretly thinking about it in his heart, but the scholar blurted out for no reason: "You smell so good."

Seeing that Xue Yu threw the scholar down with a flick of his hand, the scholar fell back to the stool without standing still, the scholar rubbed his legs aggrievedly, recalling what he had just said, blushing and aggrieved, stood up, limped Guai went to the door and closed it.

Seeing him hastily closing the door, Xue Yu said, "Could it be that I'm still sneaking around here?"

The scholar closed the door, stood aside awkwardly, and whispered, "It's cold in the night, you're so cold that you can freeze."

Xue Yu paused holding the teacup. It was indeed late at night when he came out of the palace, and the tea was put down before he had time to take a sip: "From now on, you will stay in Xue's residence until the scientific research is over."

Zhao Jun thought to herself that if she stayed in Xue's house, maybe Xue Yu would kill herself one day when she was in a bad mood. The scholar still had self-knowledge that he was annoying sometimes.

He replied: "Xiaosheng doesn't want to..."

"Whether you want to or not, you must stay."

Zhao Jun thought for a while, and then said, "In fact, Xiaosheng doesn't really want to take part in the scientific examination. Xiaosheng is a hard-working scholar, and he just wants to stay in the country and he is very happy. It's okay to be famous on the list, rich and famous."

Xue Yu laughed, the corners of his eyes were raised, his expression was bright, this smile made the scholar puzzled, did he say something wrong?

Xue Yu said again: "We must take the test now."

Hearing this, the scholar jumped up suddenly, but he forgot that his legs and feet were still numb. This jump made his legs and feet go soft again, and he knelt down on the ground, yelling.

After yelling a few times, the scholar struggled to stand up on the table again, reasoning: "How can you force people to take the exam?"

Xue Yu raised his eyebrows: "I am willing."

The governor of the East Factory, beheaded first and played later, the imperial power granted, even officials dare not provoke Xue Yu, how could he dare to resist as a scholar, Zhao Jun thought about it, or try another way of saying it?

"Xiaosheng has no books."

"There are two sets prepared in the study."

Zhao Jun didn't understand: "Two sets, why two sets?"

"If you tear up one copy, don't you have another one ready?"

Thinking of what he had done, the scholar couldn't help but blush, and murmured, "Xiaosheng doesn't like to tear books."

"Where did the paper for the lanterns in the hunting cave come from, and the books used to light the fire?"

Zhao Jun's face turned even redder after being exposed, saying that the sage's book was written by the sages, and that a scholar making a cheap book like this is no different from a monk chopping a wooden fish.

"That, that is... those book students have long been familiar with, so they don't need to be used anymore."

"Ah."

The scholar suddenly rubbed his nose, wanted to sneeze but held back, stretched his neck timidly and asked desperately, "Does your father-in-law know how to wear face powder?"

Xue Yu clenched his teacup tightly, his phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and the murderous look under his eyelashes: "Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to..." The scholar rubbed his nose aggrievedly, it was also the first time he felt that his nose could be so good.

It stands to reason that the fragrance should not be so strong, but he smelled Xue Yu as if he had just fished out of a powder vat, so Xue Yu was just a walking human-shaped powder bag, thinking of this, the scholar couldn't help laughing stand up.

Xue Yu frowned slightly, the nerd was smirking again, he nodded slightly and sniffed lightly, the smell of powder on his body was indeed a bit heavy, this nerd dared to laugh at him like that.

Zhao Jun never thought that she would be locked up in Xue's mansion for several days because of this trivial matter, and was sent to follow him, but the Liu An who was sent didn't listen to anything at all, and only carried out orders. The poor scholar didn't Let's talk about it.

The scholar only knows that he has been in Xue's residence for more than half a month. Xue Yu enters the palace before dawn every day. As for when he will return, he does not know. It should be very late. Occasionally, if he comes back early, he will stay in the study for a long time. If this continues There is no hope of leaving the house.

(7) Trouble

However, Xue Yu finally lifted the ban on scholars not to go out. Although there are people following him, it is better than being locked up. He has never seen the prosperity of the capital, so it must be lively.

The streets of the capital city are really lively, there is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going, the shouts of small vendors are louder than the waves, and the restaurants and teahouses are bustling, which is far more prosperous and lively than the scholar's town.

It's just that Zhao Jun felt something was wrong after walking for a while. Why did she see him walking around like seeing a ghost on the street? The scholar looked down and saw that he was wearing clothes, maybe his face was dirty.

He turned around and asked Liu An who came with him, Liu An said that his face was not dirty, Zhao Jun was puzzled, then why did everyone avoid him?

After walking on the street for a long time, the scholar was puzzled, so he sat down in a teahouse. No one sat at the surrounding tables, and the scholar was happy and quiet.

There are storytellers in the teahouse, as for what the storyteller is talking about.Zhao Jun had just sat down and before she could listen carefully, she heard someone yelling: The world is difficult, and the minister is in power!

Zhao Jun glanced down, and saw a few high-spirited scholar-like people standing in the teahouse and yelling at the storyteller: "Nowadays in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, the courtiers are in power, and a mere official can actually perform the imperial power of beheading first and playing later, killing countless people. Good minister and talented, why don't you say anything!"

Someone responded: "Exactly! A mere slave can climb to such a high position, who knows what despicable means he used."

"That's not easy. There are so many empresses in the harem, which empress will climb onto the embroidery bed, and which empress will please help him to blow the wind around the emperor."

"They're clearly referring to Duke Du!" Liu An was anxious, clenched his fists and slammed the table down secretly. The scholar felt the table tremble a few times. He touched the table, and he was obedient. It was quite strong. I don't know which carpenter made it. Recommended for Xue Yu to try, isn't this table stronger than the table in Xue's mansion?

The scholar looked at it for a while and then closed his eyes. The people along the way didn't think his face was dirty, but they were afraid of him because they saw the Dongchang people behind him.

"Does your father-in-law wear face powder?"

Liu An was taken aback by this question.

"Scholar, I am the guard under Duke Dugong, not the eunuch."

After speaking, the scholar covered his mouth with one hand and coughed dryly twice to hide his embarrassment. He thought that eunuchs had only eunuchs under his command. Fortunately, he was worried about hurting his self-esteem, so he purposely used the word "father-in-law" instead of eunuch.

The scholar said, "Just pretend that you haven't asked."

The tea in the scholar's hand was not so hot, and the scholar felt that he had stayed long enough, so he greeted Liu An beside him and left.

Liu An went to pay the bill, and the scholar was waiting downstairs.

"Scholar, do you think I'm right?"

The scholar just went downstairs when he heard someone shouting, it seemed to be calling him.

The scholar pointed at himself and asked back: "Are you asking Xiaosheng?"

"A scholar can get the blessing of Dongchang, I'm afraid it's a young man from some famous restaurant."

"Looking at your mediocre appearance, you must have something extraordinary."

There was laughter again in the teahouse, and some people pointed at the scholar and whispered, with teasing smiles on their faces.

That person must have seen him walking with Liu An and thought he was from Dongchang.

Zhao Jun was neither angry nor annoyed: "From what Xiongtai said, it seems that Xiongtai often goes to and from those places. Xiaosheng is just a poor scholar. I really haven't been to those places. I'm not as knowledgeable as Xiongtai. I feel ashamed."

The scholar's words caused everyone to laugh at the man.

"You poor scholar, why are you pretending to be stupid!"

Zhao Jun closed her fan and suppressed the smile on her face. The scholar who never liked to compete with others became serious today.

"Brother, if you're really talented, it's better to go to the exam to get a name and overthrow the so-called sycophant in your mouth, instead of trying to talk quickly here."

The scholar's voice fell even further, and there was a click, and a teapot filled with hot tea was thrown beside the scholar and fell flat. This incident made others tremble, but Zhao Jun remained motionless, with the same expression on his face.

The scholar laughed: "People don't know but don't feel stunned. You and I don't know each other. If we don't agree with each other, why are you so angry?"

"You poor scholar, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The man was very annoyed thinking about it, and walked towards the scholar aggressively.

The scholar hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet, when he saw the man fall down at the scholar's feet with a thud, tripping over something and falling on the ground.

There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse, the man got up, looked back, and there was a young man sitting at a table behind him, he patted the table beside him, and shouted: "Did you push me!"

That man and his companions surrounded the two of them at the table, the scholar felt that something was wrong, the boy and the other one looked like a dandy who didn't have the upper hand no matter in terms of number or shape.

In the end, a few powerful people came out to protect the boy, and those who made trouble