After dressing as the male protagonist's younger brother, I entered the marriage

Recently, there have been two things in the capital.

One was the official opening of Liu's Tourist Hall, and the sound of firecrackers continued for several days, and a large amount of money flowed into the owner's pocket, making people's eyes red with envy.Those who have a keen sense of smell immediately set up a store in a similar fashion, but they are not as luxurious as the Liu's Yuguan store. Fortunately, they can contact ordinary people and make a lot of money.

Second, the young master who was adopted by the Hou family of Dingguo from Jian's family was hung on the city wall and on the tree for several days. A group of people in Dali Temple played hide-and-seek with children all day long, rummaging around Chang'an City to find Master Jian.

Some people even started to bet: Which tree will Young Master Jian hang on in Chang'an City today?When can Dali Temple find Master Jian today?

By the way, this young master Jian is not the young master of Dingguohou's family now.The people who had been bullied by Jian Ji cheerfully ran with the officers and soldiers of Dali Temple, just to see Jian Ji's unlucky appearance, exhale, and burn incense and offer offerings to the ghost who hanged people when they got home, begging him to continue, not to stop, to have sex Just figure it out.

I don't know if Jian Ji is happy or not, but one of them is better than the other!

The two investigators of Dali Temple were getting dizzy, thinking that this would not work, so they immediately dragged Jian Ji into the prison of Dali Temple and locked him up, and the three of them stared at him at night.

Si Zheng vowed: I don't believe it anymore, this thief can drag Jian Ji out of the prison and hang him on a tree under his nose!

He touched his nose if he couldn't smell it, and flew to the top of the tallest building in Chang'an City with his pocket on his back.

At night, when the wind was strong, he grabbed a handful of posters and threw them away. The white paper flew in all directions in the wind.

"Let's go." If you can't smell it, you clap your palms, raise your eyebrows and smile, and disappear into the night.

Yuan Ying'an sat on the porch of the Princess's Mansion.

Several servant girls floated into the courtyard like clouds, lit candles, and the courtyard was brightly lit.

Ying An raised his eyes and looked at the peach blossoms that were blooming wantonly in the garden.The candlelight is reflected on the flowers, and the flowers are reflected in people's eyes, so it is hard to tell whether it is the beauty of the person or the beauty of the flowers.

"Princess, this is the homework the prince has done recently." The little eunuch bent down and presented the wooden tray.

Ying An stretched out his hand, lightly brushed the paper on the wooden plate with his pale pink fingers, and frowned slightly: "So little homework these days?"

The little eunuch tremblingly said: "Chunwei is just around the corner, the prince's teachers are all the graders in Chunwei, and they entered the Gongyuan early."

"When the teacher isn't here, Yu'er relaxes. How can I get this temper?" Ying An's voice was slightly cold, and the courtyard fell silent, and the peach blossoms fluttered down in the wind.

The servant girl behind Ying An said in a low voice: "The princess can't always look at the prince, why don't you ask your majesty to choose a minister with both ability and political integrity as the prince's teacher? The servant girl sees that the prince's teachers are all worthless and have little reputation. "

Ying An shook his head, and said: "Nowadays, the ministers in the court have their own factions, and they are involved in a lot. The crown prince is growing up day by day, and the positions of the three divisions can only be selected from the light, not the heavy."

"Yes, the princess can see it clearly. The servant girl suddenly realized after hearing what the princess said." The servant girl laughed, "The servant girl thinks that the princess is both talented and intelligent, and the prince still listens to you. If the princess can be the prince's teacher, it will be the end!"

Hearing this, Ying An pursed his lips and smiled, "How can I do it, you know how to coax me."

"The words from the heart of the servant girl are not coaxing the princess." The servant girl laughed.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was somewhat relaxed, and everyone laughed along with the master. At this time, the sharp-eyed little eunuch saw the paper flying from the sky, and asked in surprise, "What is that?"

A guard saw him and hurriedly chased after him, fetched the paper and presented it to the princess.

"Huh?" Ying An looked at the guard's unfolded paper, covered his lips and chuckled, "What, it's interesting."

Seeing this, the servant girl hurriedly said: "Ah, this painting is about Jian Ji who has been hanging on the tree every day recently, right?"

"Jane Ji?"

"It's the young master of Dingguo Mansion. He was adopted by the regular attendant of the fourth rank to Dingguo Mansion. Now he lost his lord and was driven back by the Marquis of Dingguo." The servant girl explained, "I don't know which god he offended. It’s hung on a tree every day, but if you lose it, my lord!”

"Fairy, what kind of fairy." Ying An smiled dismissively, "It's all smoke bombs."

The maid hurriedly said: "Yes, what the princess said is true, but these people are using the name of the god to play tricks. The princess is the daughter of the emperor, and she is the phoenix and the dragon."

"Your Highness, I remember the fairy you said. Isn't there someone in Chang'an City who has heard the fairy sound?" the eunuch said.

Ying An nodded, "Yes, my father and I have met that man's elder brother, and his appearance is so outstanding that people can't forget it." She pursed her lips and looked at Taohua, her face was slightly red, as if she missed that day. A man with indifferent eyes.

The servant girl and the eunuch looked at each other, and the eunuch smiled and said: "It's a legend, the person who heard the fairy sound opened a Liu's swimming pool, and I heard that he made tens of thousands of taels of silver in just a few days. sharp!"

Ying An's pupils shrank slightly, and he asked in surprise, "How much?"

"Your Highness, I don't know what kind of recharge they are doing in the store. If they charge 5000 taels, firecrackers will be set off outside the store. Those who have good intentions counted them, and five firecrackers were set off in just two days!"

"Hiss—" Ying An and the maid covered their chests at the same time.

Ying An's eyes shook in shock, and he sighed: "My private property is only ten thousand taels a year. It's terrible that this small family can earn such a large amount in just a few days!"

Ying An calmed down for a moment, then shook his head, "Forget it, let's see what this painting is about."

She beckoned and called the guards to approach, and the servant girl knelt beside her holding a candle.

Ying An looked intently, and saw a tall tree standing upright, a rope was hanging from the branch, with dotted lines drawn on the left and right, as if the rope was dangling left and right, there were also three people hanging by the rope, with painted faces painted on their faces. Lasagna flapped in mid-air.

There are bubbles on the villain's head, which read "Lao Zi Jian Ji, very cowhide", "Although he is hung up, he is famous", and "If you dare to look at me again, you will be skinned".

Ying An looked at it, and got angry, "It's all hung on the tree, and you are so bossy, you really deserve it!"

The servant girl hurriedly said: "Princess, don't be angry, look, there are poems beside it."

"Oh, read it to me." Ying An asked curiously.

"It's amazing for a rogue in Chang'an City to bully others."

"If you don't listen to me, I'll ask my father to wash you!" The middle-aged butler held up a white paper and hissed, "Master, what do you mean by washing you?"

Jian Hong folded his hands behind his back and glanced at him. The housekeeper smiled and put down the paper.

"what?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "I picked it up in the courtyard. It is a painting and a poem. The title of the poem is "Jian Ji's Song Hanging on the Tree"."

"Master, everyone in Chang'an City probably knows Jian Ji!" The housekeeper sighed bitterly, "Don't drag us into the Dingguo Mansion."

Jian Hong thought of the young man he had fought with, and raised his lips slightly, "Why panic, I didn't manage him well, so you can also write a poem and learn how to sprinkle it."

"The name of the poem is—"

""The Dingguo Mansion Returns the Son's Letter"." Liu Guanwen held up the paper and read in cadence, "The lack of strict discipline is the past. If there is any injustice, please ask the mansion. From now on, it has nothing to do with it. Mo Yanjian is still a chicken."

"Hahaha, Dingguohou's Mansion is so interesting, he even said that Jian Ji is a chicken." He laughed loudly, and turned his head to see Wen Bu, standing on the porch and staring at himself with downcast eyes.

"No, it won't work." Liu Guanwen quickly stuffed the paper into his sleeve, and said with a sneer, "I picked it up in the courtyard, just take a look, take a look."

"Meow." Rhubarb grabbed onto the door beam and climbed up, landing on Wen Bucheng's shoulders, causing his shoulders to tremble.

Liu Guanwen didn't hold back his smile, and met two pairs of cold eyes.

Liu Guanwen: "Ah..."

"Have you packed your things?" Wen Bucheng raised his eyes.

Rhubarb followed: "Meow."

"Ready to memorize?"

"Meow~"

"Brother Guanwen will have a place in the palace exam in the future"

"Meow-"

Liu Guanwen was sweating under his forehead when asked three times, oiled his feet, and ran away in a hurry, "I'm going to study now!"

If he didn't smell it, he looked at Liu Guanwen's panicked back suspiciously, scratched his chin, "Brother, you will enter the Gongyuan tomorrow, are you ready?"

Wen Bucheng raised his lips slightly, and said slowly: "I should be asking how you are going to do it?"

There are three exams in Chunwei, each three days.Liu's mother took Liu's father to decide what to eat and bring to Wen Bucheng, wishing to put the kitchen in a box and let Wen Bucheng take it away.

If you can't smell it, you shake your head and chuckle, fold down the flower branches emerging from the porch, and insert/insert it into a hair crown if you can't smell it.

"Seeing that my brother is calm and calm, he must be confident. My brother would like to use peach blossoms as osmanthus flowers, and wish my brother a success in the Toad Palace in advance, and be named on the gold list."

Yushu Pavilion, a small garden.

He Youcheng hugged the book angrily, and complained to the boy: "My father is really, he wants to force me to be an official even after he became an official. It's strange that I can pass the exam."

"He works hard on his own, to be a first-rank official, and to be named a marquis. Isn't it a pleasure for me to be a noble in the future?" He Youcheng sat dreaming.

The servant next to him scratched his head, "Young master, how can you be so easy to do first-rank officer Hou?"

"This tribute student is so easy to take the exam!" He Youcheng held up the book and smashed the boy's head bitterly, "Take the exam, the exam is confusing! You said that your majesty is so short of money, why not Telling people to spend money to buy officials, really."

The servant hurriedly covered his mouth, "Master, what can we say about the Son of Heaven?"

He Youcheng stared wide-eyed, shrinking his shoulders timidly.The two of them covered their mouths and looked left and right, and they were relieved when they saw that no one was there.

"By the way, what happened to what I asked you to do?" He Youcheng asked suddenly.

The little servant smiled and said: "Don't worry, the big man I specially picked out of the beggars will definitely not be allowed to enter the tribute house!"

"Tsk, how can a beggar do it!" He Youcheng frowned, "Didn't I say, go find someone who knows kung fu, and be ruthless!"

"If he can't smell it, doesn't he think his face is good? I'll ask someone to scratch his face! I think I'm highly educated and the number one in Yushu Pavilion is amazing? I'll ask someone to break his hands! It's better to smash his legs and feet too No, I can only crawl and walk in the future hahahaha." He Youcheng laughed when he thought that he would look like he was lying on his stomach in a dirty smell.

The boy hesitated and said: "But young master, the money you gave is not enough. A practitioner who knows kung fu has to go to the martial arts hall to find it. There is a lot of money there."

"This..." He Youcheng frowned. He Yongquan was afraid that he would go out and mess around. Most of the monthly money would be cut off, and it would be difficult to move without money. He could only go to cheap places and be laughed at.

"Why don't we call the nursing home at home?" The servant suggested.

"Fart, my name is Nursing Academy, isn't that pointing at your face and telling others that I can't smell it!" He Youcheng picked up the book again and patted the boy on the head again and again, "You have been with me for so long, so stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Oh, master, I was wrong!" The boy begged for mercy, covering his head, "Then you can't use the nursing home if you don't have money, what do you think should be done, master?"

"I'm the young master and you are the young master. If you don't help me find a way, what use is it to get you to sell!" He Youcheng threatened.

"Don't, don't, master, I'll find a way!" The boy lowered his head and pressed his head, his eyes rolled around, and suddenly he saw the jade pendant on He Youcheng's waist.

"Master, I have a solution!"