Dude, don't be spoiled

Jichuan, Huating Town Main Street.

"Brother Jiang, you have to work harder for the quiz the day after tomorrow, or the master will criticize you again." A commoner scholar shook his fan and said with a smile.

Jiang Xiuwen frowned and said: "Sir, did you say I'm still young? It's not bad this time. Anyway, I'm not going to be a talent. It's not a bad thing to let him recognize the status quo earlier and focus on others."

The scholar shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang, don't underestimate yourself. You were admitted to the academy as the number one in the rankings. This shows that you are indeed talented and capable. As long as you work hard, you may be able to be the number one in the next year! "

Jiang Xiuwen cut her voice: "Who wants to be the champion? To put it bluntly, I didn't like reading when I was born. If my mother hadn't fooled me, I wouldn't have studied so hard for so many years. Fortunately, I woke up quickly, otherwise I would be a fool." .”

The scholar laughed loudly: "Brother Jiang, your temper is really unique."

Jiang Xiuwen raised her eyebrows: "It's special to be unique."

The scholar shook his fan: "Okay, let's not talk about this. I have some news here. I wonder if Brother Jiang has heard of it."

"Boss, give me two catties of potatoes, don't give me sprouts, I have sharp eyes." Jiang Xiuwen had talked to the vegetable farmers, and turned to ask the scholar, "What news?"

The scholar said: "It is said that a high-ranking official came to the capital, saying that he was going to recruit talents for the emperor's private visit, and he will come to us tomorrow, saying that there is an exam. If anyone gets the first place, he can go directly to Beijing to serve officer."

"It's none of my business, I don't want to be an official." Jiang Xiuwen put back the potato with a small sprout in the net pocket, "Boss, you have been selling potatoes here for so many years, why are you still doing this kind of thing?" Behavior? I told you not to give me sprouts."

The boss smiled and changed him to a fresh one: "Xiuwen'er is still so hot-tempered, do whatever you want."

Jiang Xiuwen handed the money to the boss: "My name is Jiang Xiuwen, can I not bring that one? Those who didn't know thought you were calling the daughter of his family who sells tofu on West Street."

The boss nodded: "Do you want to bring it or not? Well, Xiuwen'er, your mother's death anniversary will be in a few days. Is your father who is a high-ranking official in the capital coming to pay homage?"

"I told you if you don't take it, you still take it!" Jiang Xiuwen resisted the urge to beat the boss to death, and said impatiently, "He worked well as a servant of the Ministry of Rites in Beijing, and stacking his wives and concubines at home can crush him to death, remember I don't remember my mother still said it twice, paying homage to a fart."

Gollum-

The corner of Jiang Xiuwen's mouth twitched, watching the boss's face twitching and covering his stomach: "You won't spoil your stomach again, right?"

The boss chuckled: "I ate half a piece of germinated potatoes last night. I'm going to a hut. You can show me a stall. It's five cents a catty. If you're not an acquaintance, you can't spare a fraction!"

After speaking, the boss disappeared in a flash.

"Sooner or later, I'll eat you to death, and I haven't promised yet. You run faster than a rabbit!" Jiang Xiuwen sat down on the small bench with the boss's butt mark on it, and waved to the scholar, "I'll help the old man see For a while, you can go first."

The scholar still has something to do, so he doesn't stay.

Jiang Xiuwen sat in front of the stall, looked at the half-sprouted potatoes in the frame, and thought to himself, who would buy this stuff except himself.

As soon as he finished chanting, he heard a horse cry, and then, a carriage came towards him. There were four lanterns hanging on both sides of the carriage, and the word "Qian" was written on the lanterns.

Strangely, there was no driver on this carriage.

"I can't even hire a coachman, so I'm ashamed to take a carriage." Jiang Xiuwen glanced at it, and didn't care at first, but when the carriage walked to the potato stand, the horse suddenly stepped on a nail, and it hurt so badly on the spot. child, and kicked over two baskets of potatoes.

Although these potatoes were not tasty, they were the lifeblood of the old man. Jiang Xiuwen went to pick them up with the basket in hand, but the horse hadn't passed its madness yet, so it broke free from the rein and ran into the crowd.

In case of hitting someone, at least one arm must be broken.

Jiang Xiuwen didn't care about the potatoes either, and turned to chase the horse.

Although he is a scholar, he usually likes to play with swords, and he has the foundation, at least he is more than enough to subdue a crazy horse.

Jiang Xiuwen took a swallow to copy the water, then jumped onto the horse, and with three or two strokes, he subdued him.

When he came back with his horse, he found that his two baskets of potatoes had already been picked up for him. He didn't know who picked it up, but he knew that his little bench had been used as a carriage stool.

At this moment, the little bench stood alone beside the horseless carriage.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and there was a person sitting in the carriage, a man with slightly dark skin, wearing a black robe with gold patterns, his chest was slightly open, and the clothes he wore were particularly flamboyant. , is still quite handsome, but because of the small bench in front of his carriage, Jiang Xiuwen always felt that he was a little bit short in the ointment.

Jiang Xiuwen helped him harness the horse back, then glared at him, muttered something impolite, then picked up the small bench and went back to the potato stall, continuing to look at the stall.

After a false alarm, the carriage continued to move forward, and when it passed the potato stand, it stopped automatically.

The man in the car lifted the curtain and smiled at Jiang Xiuwen: "Thank you, my lord."

Jiang Xiuwen gave him a blank look, and said in bad words: "Since you have no money to hire a coachman, then you take care of your horse. If you hurt someone, can you afford it?"

The man smiled lazily: "I really can't afford it, thank you for reminding me, young master."

After finishing speaking, the man put down the curtain of the carriage, and the carriage moved forward again.

I thought they would never see each other again after this person left, but unexpectedly, the two met again on the third day in the examination field for recruiting talents.

This time, Jiang Xiuwen found out that the man in the carriage who had no money to hire a coachman was actually the emperor's elder brother, Prince Qian, Lu Junqian.

Although this Lu Junqian is the emperor's own brother, his reputation in the market is not good. It is said that the number of concubines in the house alone is comparable to that of a local brothel. Excessive, lustful to the extreme, can't live without a woman.

Moreover, I heard that in addition to the concubines in the roster of his family, he also has a lot of dewy marriages. Of course, it seems that he also has many illegitimate children.

Before knowing his identity, Jiang Xiuwen just felt that he owed him, but after knowing his identity, Jiang Xiuwen felt that this person was absolutely disgusting!

The key is that this guy is still the examiner of this exam!

Jiang Xiuwen, who didn't want to take the exam, didn't even want to take the exam now.

For this exam, there is one exam room and one cubicle, with walls on three sides and one side for ventilation. The walls are papered, the main purpose is to prevent cheating.

The people who participated in this exam were all recommended by the local Confucian scholars. There were not many people, only a dozen or so. Everyone got a number by drawing lots, and then sat in the corresponding examination room according to the corresponding number.

Jiang Xiuwen's examination room was in the middle of the second row.

The exam is divided into two sessions, the first session is dictation, and the second session is composition.

Jiang Xiuwen couldn't continue to answer the silent writing before half a stick of incense. This question is really too biased. Let's take a test of the history of the former court, and also take a test of the history of the wild. He has never read it, so he has no way to start.

Anyway, he didn't intend to become an official in the court, and it happened that he didn't know how to do it right now, so Jiang Xiuwen put down his pen and began to doze off.

Jiang Xiuwen got up very early this morning in order to catch up with the exam. She was so sleepy that she propped her head on one hand, fell twice, and then fell asleep.

Falling asleep and falling asleep, his head fell off his hands suddenly.

But he didn't hear the thud of his head hitting the table.

Jiang Xiuwen was woken up by this blow. He opened his eyes and found that his forehead was in someone's hands... Oh no, someone should have caught his forehead when he fell down.

The skin of these hands is not white, but a little dark, but the fingers are quite long.

"Are you awake?" A deep male voice came from above his head.

Jiang Xiuwen sat up excitedly, and when she raised her head, she just met Lu Junqian's eyes with a little coquettish smile.

Jiang Xiuwen didn't speak, didn't pick up a pen, just sat there.

But Lu Junqian didn't leave. Instead, he possessed himself and read Jiang Xiuwen's paper. He had just glanced at it before being covered by Jiang Xiuwen's hand.

Jiang Xiuwen whispered, "What are you looking at?"

Lu Junqian pointed to the blank space on his paper: "Why don't you write?"

Jiang Xiuwen was confident: "Can't write well?"

Lu Junqian raised his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Xiuwen thoughtfully, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Jiang Xiuwen was looked at with hairs all over: "I have flowers on my face, what are you looking at?"

Lu Junqian put his hands behind his back and asked curiously, "Didn't you make any preparations before you came to the exam?"

Jiang Xiuwen cut her voice: "There are so many things, no matter how prepared you are, you can't remember them."

Lu Junqian compared a small box: "Didn't you prepare this thing?"

Jiang Xiuwen was puzzled: "What?"

Lu Junqian suddenly moved to Jiang Xiuwen's side, and said in a low voice, "Cheat sheet!"

Jiang Xiuwen was stunned on the spot, and looked at Lu Junqian in disbelief: "Are you mentally ill?"

Lu Junqian took out more than a dozen pieces of paper from his pocket, and showed them to Jiang Xiuwen: "Hey, everyone is ready, only you are not very gregarious."

Jiang Xiuwen: "Is this all a cheat sheet?"

Lu Junqian nodded: "Yes, almost all the topics are covered. When I found out just now, everyone copied it with great joy."

Jiang Xiuwen slapped the table: "If you know it, you know it, if you don't, you don't know it, and you even write a cheat sheet. Do you have the backbone?"

Lu Junqian nodded in agreement: "I don't have the backbone like you, but although you have the backbone, you will definitely not pass the exam this time."

Jiang Xiuwen snorted coldly, "I never thought about it."

Lu Junqian was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "If you pass the exam, you can skip the imperial examination and go directly to become an official in the capital? You don't think so at all?"

Jiang Xiuwen quickly shook her head: "What's so good about being an official? After becoming an official, you are just three wives and four concubines. You just have a little more money. I don't envy you."

Lu Junqian raised his eyebrows: "It's true that I have more money, and I'm rich, but whoever said that being an official means having three wives and four concubines?"

Jiang Xiuwen said: "Do you still need to hear about it? Aren't you a living example?"

Lu Junqian pointed back at himself: "Me?"

Jiang Xiuwen rolled his eyes: "You are the one standing in front of me, isn't it you or a ghost?"

Lu Junqian laughed: "Then tell me, how did I have three wives and four concubines?"

Jiang Xiuwen sneered: "You are not three wives and four concubines, you are a group of wives and concubines, don't you have more than a dozen just to fill in the house, do you need me to elaborate?"

Lu Junqian's face was not very good-looking. He pressed Jiang Xiuwen's examination table with both hands, and suddenly leaned forward in front of Jiang Xiuwen, his eyes narrowed. This expression, coupled with his complexion, was inexplicably sultry.

But in Jiang Xiuwen's eyes, it turned into a standard murderous and arson expression.

Jiang Xiuwen was not afraid: "Why, do you still want to eat me?"

Lu Junqian flicked his hair: "Eat you, it depends on the way you eat, but I really want to know who you heard said that there are a dozen wives and concubines in my house, and there are more than a dozen just filling the house?"

Jiang Xiuwen raised her eyebrows: "Everyone says so."

"..." Lu Junqian nodded, "Then, young master, I am a relative of the emperor. If you say that to my face, aren't you afraid of beheading?"

"Don't let me tell the truth?" Jiang Xiuwen said disdainfully, "The current emperor is upright and upright. If you get me to beheaded because of this kind of thing, the emperor will definitely investigate to the end."

Lu Junqian raised his eyebrows: "Then do you know that I am in charge of the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple? I want to kill you secretly, it's very simple."

Jiang Xiuwen sneered: "Who are you scaring? And a man, if you want to kill, kill him. Anyway, I'm telling the truth, so what if you die?"

Lu Junqian said: "You are not afraid that your mother will be sad if you die? After all, it is not easy to raise a person with your temper like this."

"My mother has been dead for three years. There are several rounds of exorcism talismans tied to the coffin. It is impossible to cheat the corpse, and how could she be sad." Jiang Xiuwen poked the pen on the paper, and a big ink drop came out, "And Why is it so difficult to raise a person with my temper? What kind of temper do I have? Do you have a problem with me?"

Lu Junqian didn't speak, but took Jiang Xiuwen's hand.

Jiang Xiuwen trembled all over: "What do you want to do? Molested?"

Lu Junqian gently pulled Jiang Xiuwen's hand aside, and said with a smile: "You think too much, I want to see your name, but your name is just blocked by your own hand, I will move it."

Jiang Xiuwen was embarrassed: "..."

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Just kidding, I went to get a haircut this afternoon, and I don’t usually go home, so I didn’t know which one was good, so I picked one at random. Coincidentally, my mother has a membership card here.At four o'clock, there were no customers in the store, but three shop assistants.Clerk a took me to wash my hair, creaking and almost scratching my scalp off.Clerk B gave me a haircut, holding a pair of scissors in both hands. It was the first time I saw such a weird cutting posture. I thought it might be more meticulous to cut like this, and then I didn’t comment, but I found that my mother stood there from beginning to end. Behind me, her eyes were staring at a thief. I thought she was reviewing my hairstyle, but after I handed over the money to the clerk at the cash register, my mother said, oh, you are so lucky, you have been trained again.I said, what do you mean?My mother said, when he cut your hair, the scissors fell off three times, cut it in the wrong place twice, and made you scream when you combed your hair. Finally, when you took the hair dryer, your hands were shaking, and all the hair was blown on your face.In fact, I don't care, but I asked my mother, my hair is straight at the back, there is no gap, how could it be cut wrong?My mother said, what I said was wrong, because he didn’t cut your hair, but the piece of cloth that you wore on your body, and cut the two gaps. If you didn’t wear that layer of cloth, what was cut would be your neckline ...

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