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A month later, Jiang Huaichu arrived in the suburbs of Beining.

The confidant who rode the horse in front put the curtain on it, and said softly: "My lord, I will be entering the city in half an hour."

Jiang Huaichu's eyes did not move away from the book: "Got it—"

The confidant at the front suddenly became alert: "Who!"

A black shadow flew into the curtain one by one, Jiang Huaichu didn't even see the person clearly, the person knelt on one knee beside Jiang Huaichu's leg: "Young master, my subordinate Ruya is in charge of the intelligence network throughout Beining, and I will follow your whereabouts all the way , I am here to pick you up and protect you, we have learned about the old owner, and the whole of Beining will obey the command of the young owner from now on."

"I am not the young master."

"What is the young master's order?"

"I'm not--"

"What is the young master's order?"

"..." Jiang Huaichu thought about it, and it's not that he didn't know this person's temperament. He looked at the tall and silent man in black in front of him, and said with a smile, "Ruya, it's me."

Ruya felt that the sound was familiar for some reason, and when she looked up, her usually calm and resolute eyes fluctuated violently.

"Thank you Caiqing?!"

The person in front of him is completely different from the King Duan in the portrait, his appearance is even worse... especially.

After Ruya said this name, he realized how offensive he was, and immediately lowered his head: "This subordinate is offended, please forgive me, young master!"

"You and I have been partners for many years, so there is no need to be cautious," Jiang Huai Chu Wen said, "Get up."

Seeing that he was not moving, Jiang Huaichu said helplessly, "I'm not mistaken, this face is real, you know Xie Caiqing, and Duan Wang is a human skin mask."

His heart trembled under the pressure of the arrow.

Xie Caiqing is in full charge of the Nanping intelligence network. In order to facilitate communication with the headquarters of the Beining intelligence network, Xie Caiqing simply lives in the Beining border area all year round.

Xie Caiqing is meticulous and impeccable. In the past three years, there has never been a slight difference in the handover of work with him. He is far-sighted, low-key and restrained.

Partnered for three years, he trusted and admired him from the bottom of his heart, and even thought of abdicating countless times.

But I didn't expect...he was actually the little prince.

No wonder the old villa owner gave the young prince the intelligence network of the whole Beining in spite of almost everyone's objections. Those guys must have nothing to say when they see that it is Xie Caiqing.

Outside the carriage, the city gate guard at the front shouted: "Get out of the car, get out of the car, routine inspection, everyone come down!"

The carriage slowly stopped.

People in the capital city of Beining lived in peace, and it was busy during the day, and it was almost March and a half, and all the children from all over the country came to Beijing to wait to participate in the Spring Festival, and there was a constant flow of people and traffic at the gate of the city.

The defenders outside wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Seeing a plain and even shabby carriage in front of them, they said impatiently, "What are you doing so long! Come down soon!"

A slender white hand lifted the curtain.

The cursing defenders suddenly fell silent.

The man bent over and drilled out from behind the curtain was dressed in plain clothes. He was not outstanding in his clothes, but he was fine and clean. Jumping down, obviously without throwing a word, but it makes people feel good.

The folk customs of Daning are open, and many girls who are traveling look here, their expressions are slightly blank, they can't walk where they stand, and the noisy city gate is unexpectedly quiet for a moment.

There are many tall, mighty and strong men in Daning, but there are few beautiful men who are so elegant and charming than girls.

The defender's attitude turned 180 degrees: "What's your name?"

"Thank you Caiqing."

"Where did you come from?"

Jiang Huaichu showed the fish amulet: "From the west city of Junzhou."

The defender took it and glanced at it, his warm expression faded.

Even if Junzhou is on the border of Beining, Xicheng is considered the poorest place in Junzhou.

He was extremely surprised how such a poor country could raise such a person: "What are you doing in Beijing?"

Jiang Huaichu took out official official documents from his jacket and handed them over with both hands.

The guard opened the document and glanced at the contents.

"It turned out to be Master Juren! How neglectful you are!"

The defender was startled, and suddenly realized something, looked at the person in front of him in shock, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at the fish talisman.

The date of birth of this person is engraved on the fish charm, and this person is only this year.

The Juren lord.

As long as he can get a good ranking in the general examination, with this appearance, it can be said that his future is almost limitless.

The guards flattered them kindly, checked roughly, and let people in respectfully when they saw that there was no problem.

Many people watched the carriage drive in and whispered to each other.

A scholar slapped his head and said in surprise: "I said why the name is so familiar, Xie Caiqing, it's Xie Caiqing! The 15-year-old Jie Yuan Xie Caiqing from Junzhou! The magistrate untied his belt and sent Xie Xicheng, who was honored as the guest of honor!"

"I remembered! The one that everyone bet on him to be the number one pick three years ago, but he didn't come to the exam at all?"

"That's right, that's him!"

"15-year-old Jie Yuan?!"

"Why did he come to Beijing for the exam after three years? It's still so late..."

"The broken land in the west city is so far away and desolate, it would be nice to come here."

"It's interesting who wins the champion this time. There are a lot of great people this year."

……

The largest teahouse in Beining, Yixianlou, in the box of Tianzihao.

Xiao Yun was dressed in ordinary clothes, lying on the railing, stroking the teacup made of purple sand, and asked inexplicably, "Which ones have contacted the examinees in private?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials secretly collected a lot of money from candidates."

Xiao Yun looked down at the candidates from all over the first floor: "That old man surnamed Zhou is getting more and more confused the older he gets, he can't even manage his son well, let's just refuse to leave when he's old, and he's going to give his granddaughter to me, committing crimes ah."

"How does His Majesty plan to deal with it?"

Xiao Yun looked back at his brother Xie Zhe, and smiled lazily: "It depends on whether their money is filial to me or not."

"...Your Majesty is holy," Xie Zhe continued to report calmly, "Guozijian Jijiu made a private appointment with someone to be a disciple. That person is indeed the number one scholar, and he came from a famous family. He was born after the Qizhang family. Lack of moral character, relying on talent to let go, aggressive and aggressive..."

Xiao Yun drank the unknown famous tea in the cup: "Continue talking."

After Xie Zhe finished reporting one after another, Xiao Yun's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Everyone is quite capable."

Xie Zhe didn't say a word, if it was in the court hall, the teacup in His Majesty's hand would probably hit the guilty minister's head directly.

Xie Zhe asked cautiously: "Your Majesty intends to continue to be the number one scholar of the previous aristocratic family this year, or to favor a poor family?"

Xiao Yun frowned: "Is there anyone from a poor family who is catchy this year?"

Xie Zhe knew that he was most annoyed by poor scholars who were worthless in practice and paid off their arrogance.

In recent years, the emperor has reused the aristocratic family, not because he really despises the poor family, but because there is no one from the poor family to support the wall, and people from the poor family are not clever at all and can be used easily.

"Originally there wasn't, but..." Xie Zhe said cautiously, "Just now I got the news that Xie Caiqing from the west city of Junzhou has entered the capital."

Xiao Yun frowned, trying to search for this person in his mind, but found nothing.

There are too many things that he needs to deal with on weekdays. In order to prevent an early death, he always forgets about the unimportant things.

"Your Majesty certainly doesn't remember," Xie Zhe said thoughtfully, "Three years ago, Qian Haozheng, who was demoted to Junzhou to be the prefect of the state, sent you more than a dozen memorials just to recommend this person to the court. He knew Yuan at the age of 15. He is very famous in the Junzhou area. It should not be worse than Yuanqi Zhang's son. Zhang's son is very famous. After all, he has the shade of his ancestors and lives in the capital, unlike Xie Caiqing who was born in poverty and is a frontier person."

"The person that the stubborn old man is looking for?" Xiao Yun had a headache, "Could it be a stubborn donkey too?"

"...No." Xie Zhe said with certainty.

Only then did Xiao Yun become a little interested: "How did I deal with it back then?"

"You said to meet up with the last one and invite him to Beijing, but he..."

Xie Zhe paused.

Xiao Yun said: "What happened to him?"

Xie Zhe said in a low voice: "...he refused to enter the court."

Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment.

The words "refused to enter the court" reminded him all of a sudden.

That person gave him a memorial letter back then, with thousands of words in eloquence, gorgeous rhetoric, full of parallel sentences, and superb allusions. They all praised him for his handsome appearance and outstanding talent. The flatterer can be more than ten times more, which made him feel elated, and he knew that this person was on the road, and he was thinking about whether to put this person by his side to play with, but in the end, he claimed that he had admired him for a long time , but he is too young to serve the king.

If you want to suppress first, you will play well.

The memorandum of resignation was written more beautifully than that of Xie En, so he laughed angrily, and directly called Xie Zhe to come and see this wonderful thing.

The memorial has been written like this, even if he refuses, it is not easy for him to treat him anymore.Complaining with a young boy is really a shame, but it's just that when I finally get angry, it's only been three years and I still have a deep impression on him.

Xiao Yun raised his eyebrows: "Didn't he refuse to enter the court? Why did he enter Beijing again?"

Xie Zhe: "...Maybe he is old enough to serve as he said? Even if he is only eighteen this year."

"So it's so small," Xiao Yun looked at Xie Zhe, and said in surprise, "It's been three years, how do you remember it so clearly?"

Xie Zhe coughed: "Your Majesty, to be honest, the most famous thing about Xie Caiqing in Junzhou is not talent at all, but... appearance."

Xiao Yun laughed, and teased: "How outstanding is he, can the Commander of Changling Guard remember so clearly?"

Xie Zhe was a little ashamed: "When Weichen's subordinates went to Junzhou, they met Xie Caiqing once, and they were astonished as heavenly beings. They even secretly brought back a portrait and passed it around privately, so that Weichen had to take a peek. None."

"Is the birth better than yours?" Xiao Yun stared at Xie Zhe's face, and asked in a serious way.

His friend meant to make fun of these words, Xie Zhe coughed and said truthfully: "I am ashamed of myself."

Xiao Yun didn't take it seriously at first, but he was surprised when he heard this.

Xie Zhe, commander of the Changling Guard, is a well-known handsome man in the capital.

Xie Zhe knew that His Majesty always judged people by their appearance, and said: "The people of Junzhou often brag with the Nanpang people across the way, saying that Xie Caiqing, a poor scholar in Beining, has more talent and good looks than the superior King Duan of Nanpang, enough to see Xie Caiqing..."

Xiao Yun's expression paled and he didn't care.

He has never met the king of Nanpangduan, and he doesn't judge his appearance. There is no doubt that he is the most talented person in the world. Many old men in the court respect his talent. Although he is an enemy country, he never speaks ill of him.

This statement is exaggerated, just a provocative statement.

Seeing that he was silent, Xie Zhe knew that he was bored, and asked understandingly: "Your Majesty is going to praise Caiqing this year and beat the family?"

Xiao Yun sneered: "Why do you praise him? He is smart, and you want someone to praise him? Refuse to enter the court... Is he missing in my Daning? It is already a favor not to ask him to go back and forth, and he knows it well." .”

"Thank you, cover—"

Xiao Yun's eyes fell on the stairs not far away, and he paused.

Xie Zhe waited for a few seconds but did not receive an order, and followed His Majesty's gaze suspiciously. At the top of the stairs, a man was walking up, attracting almost everyone's attention.

As if he was afraid of dragging his clothes dirty, the man walked away holding the hem of his robe.

His steps were light and steady, and he walked on the hollow wooden stairs without making any annoying noises. His neck and back were straight and stretched, so that people would not feel a bit tense, and his waistline was even more slender.

She is more beautiful than the girl with yellow flowers.

Seeing countless beauties, Xiao Yun subconsciously took a few more glances, and said casually, "Then why is Xie Caiqing as beautiful as him?"

The author has something to say:

explain:

Being poor does not mean being poor.

Because it is really poor to a certain extent, buying books and going to private schools in ancient times cost a lot of money, and the poor simply cannot afford it.

Those born in a poor family are actually ordinary people and above, which is different from those in aristocratic families.