176 God-level green tea (one more)

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date="2021-08-06"

title="176 God-level green tea (one more)"

weight="132265"

series = ["The Grand Secretary’s Pampered wife"]

mode = "manual"

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Gu Changqing won the money softly.

The old lady was going to find someone who was taken advantage of and emptied his purse, but she had lost a lot of money.

She was holding Xiaojingkong's head, and she couldn't wait to scream up to the sky--

Little Clearance: I finally grew a few hairs, and they were almost all removed by you!

Gu Changqing is like a child who has done bad things with his parents behind his back, with a little red of excitement remaining on his cold handsome face.

No wonder the younger brothers like to play so much, it is really interesting.

Of course, what he enjoys is the process, not the money he won.

It was embarrassing to have nothing at the door. Where can I still take away other people's money?

But the old lady is a good gambler.

I can afford to win and lose, and will never accept Gu Changqing's return bet!

Gu Changqing thought for a while, wrapped the silver into new year's money and gave it to several children.

Gu Jiao looked at the crushed silver in her hand and let out a suspicious voice, "Me too?"

"Yeah." Gu Changqing nodded.

In his eyes, Gu Jiao and Gu Yan were both children at the same age. Gu Yan had them, so she would naturally have them.

Gu Jiao, who has always given out New Year's money to her family, was the first to collect the New Year's money given to her by others.

In fact, the bulk of the silver came from the old lady. She made the most punches today and lost the worst.

Although she also got a red envelope from Gu Changqing, she couldn't make ends meet.

The old lady went back to her house to sharpen her kitchen knife, and it was time to rob her of private money again!

The old Jijiu on the carriage shuddered suddenly, and his back was chilly!

Old Jijiu took Xiao Liulang to visit this old friend named Feng, from the third grade to the third grade of Hongyou Temple, and the grade of Jijiu Jiujin was comparable to that of Guozijian Jijiu. Of course, if you want to say that you have a face in front of your majesty, it is still old Jijiu. Get the face.

The old Jijiu is better at the officialdom of the black school, suppressing the opponent's leverage, to please your majesty, and let your majesty feel that he is a pragmatic scholar.

It is hidden deep!

Old Feng is a scholar who is truly devoted to academics.

Honghe Temple is the diplomatic department of Zhaoguo. Old Feng relied on absolute strength to sit on the position of Hongyou Temple Qing. He is proficient in six languages ​​and dialects of more than 30 ethnic minorities. He is a treasure of language academic circles.

His accomplishments are far more than these. If you count them down, you can't finish them in three days and three nights.

It's just that the others are too straightforward and their minds are too simple, and they are not suitable for the intrigue of the officialdom.

One year when he was framed by others, he was almost accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason. It was the old Jijiu idea that saved him, but both he and Lao Jijiu were deeply aware that the officialdom was not suitable for him.

So he resigned and focused on studying at home.

He has traveled through the great rivers and mountains of the six countries, the most remote deserts, and the most dangerous Gobi.

He was very poor in his life, and his wife pawned her dowry to make a living.

For Zhaoguo, he is a blessing and a blessing, but for his wife, marrying such a mate is a lifetime sorrow.

Feng always has a son, and there are three others. However, they are all mediocre. Of course, it is also possible that Old Feng only cares about his own learning and neglects the training of the children.

Old Feng felt that he was running out of time, and wrote a letter to Lao Jijiu, just to ask him to help find a suitable heir.

After thinking about it, the old Jijiu took Xiao Liulang with him.

Old Feng was paralyzed on the bed, hearing the sound of footsteps, hoarsely said: "Brother, are you here?"

Old Jijiu said to Xiao Liulang, "You wait for me outside for a while."

Xiao Liulang responded.

The old Jijiu stepped into the room: "Hey, here comes, how do you feel today?"

Old Feng is actually not very quick to speak, his pronunciation is very difficult, but his complexion is very ruddy: "Much better."

Old Jijiu sat down on the chair in front of the bed: "I think so, in two days, you will be able to get out of bed!"

Old Feng shook his head slightly: "My deadline is approaching, I know it in my heart."

The old Jijiu sighed secretly, and the person who could not even speak a few words suddenly became so energetic, who could not understand what was going on?

"Did people... bring them?" Old Feng asked.

"Bring it, it's my disciple." Old Jijiu glanced at him and said, "I reluctantly cut love this time and let my disciple out!"

"The one with the surname Li?" Old Feng shook his head, "No, no, too old."

Old Jijiu: No, you still picked it up? Who is the older one of you?

Dean Li is really not old, he is less than forty, and he is in his prime.

Although Lao Jijiu brought a young apprentice, but the old apprentice was disgusted by Old Feng, he couldn't help but ridicule: "What's the matter, do you still want to find someone tender enough to pinch out the water?"

Old Feng hum.

Old Jijiu actually understands what he meant. Younger people have a little more time left. His knowledge in this life cannot be completed in ten or twenty years.

"Come in." Old Jijiu said to the door.

Xiao Liulang walked in.

Feng Lao's eyes fell on Xiao Liulang's face, his whole body was stiff.

Xiao Liulang took Old Feng's class when he was a child, and Old Feng must have known him.

However, Old Feng almost choked Lao Jijiu with his next sentence: "Am I dead? Why are you also dead? It's over, no one has inherited my mantle!"

Xiao Liulang: "..."

Old Jijiu: "..."

Laojijiu took a lot of effort to convince Old Feng that the boy in front of him was not dead.

As for the reason why he didn't die, Lao Jijiu didn't say, Old Feng didn't ask.

Living to this age, knowing the destiny, and knowing some things well, but you can't go deep into it.

Old Feng is like this, so is Lao Jijiu.

Old Jijiu asked, "Are you satisfied with this heir?"

"Satisfied, satisfied." Old Feng smiled from ear to ear.

He also fell in love with this kid back then. It wasn't that Lao Jijiu got the moon first when he approached the water tower. He had snatched him over to become his apprentice.

The biggest regret in his life is that he has not been able to accept a disciple who is happy.

This is complete.

Things happened in a hurry and everything was kept simple. Under the auspices of the old Jijiu, Xiao Liulang performed a simple apprenticeship.

Fenglao was completely paralyzed from below his neck, and it was difficult to eat. The old Jijiu symbolically let him clink his glasses, even if he had drunk apprentice tea.

Since then, Xiao Liulang has been his heir.

Old Feng asked his wife to bring her life-long literary collection, and moved them all to the carriage of Lao Jijiu.

Seeing that the old Jijiu had emptied his study, he was embarrassed: "Uh...sister-in-law, do you want to keep some for yourself?"

Mrs. Feng waved her hand straight: "Hurry up and move away, please, you have been burdened by these things for a lifetime, so don't talk to me anymore!"

The old Jijiu bowed his hands and said, "Okay, then I have a chance to visit my sister-in-law again."

Xiao Liulang also greeted the old lady as a junior.

That night, Old Feng left.

Because of his wish, he walked peacefully.

This incident dealt a great blow to Lao Jijiu, and he suddenly realized that he was half buried in the loess.

In fact, if it weren't for the little benefactor, he would have died as early as the time on the mountain.

Why did God arrange for him to survive?

Lao Jijiu raised his eyes in the yard and looked up at the stars, thinking about life.

The old lady came over to rob with a knife, but before she spoke, the old Jijiu handed over the purse lightly.

The old lady said weirdly: "Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Lao Jijiu didn't look at her, but still looked up at the endless starry sky: "Zhuang Jinse, what do you say that a person's life is for? Life does not bring death and does not take it away."

Zhuang, Jin, Se?

A familiar name.

The old lady also looked up at the stars.

On the other side of the starry sky, there seemed to be a distant memory calling her across the years.

Her mood suddenly became heavy, and her whole body became melancholy and melancholy.

She looked down and counted the money bags, and became even more melancholy: "The surname is Huo! You can save money for the private house if you play mystery here! There are so many copper plates, enough to play a few cards! How much is still hidden, all will be handed over to the old lady. !"

Old Jijiu: Can't you be fooled like this? ? ?

The old lady who had robbed the small money went back next door contentedly.

Old Jijiu's plan to numb the old lady is true, and he lamented that life is not fake.

He is really worried.

I'm afraid I will go like Old Feng one day.

Feng Lao's obsession in the world is his mantle.

If the mantle is inherited by good enough people, Old Feng will die without regret.

He is different.

He has people who can't let go.

In the past, he thought that the person was dead, and he had no nostalgia for this world.

But now, his Ah Heng is still alive, he dare not get sick, dare not die.

Don't worry about leaving him alone in the world, facing everything alone.

"Aheng, what else can you do for you as a teacher?"

On the fifteenth of the first lunar month, after the Shangyuan Festival, the Imperial College and the major colleges in the capital opened one after another, and the official yamen and court halls were also opened.

After a good year, the first day of the Shang Dynasty is usually more gentle, and the books selected by the civil and military officials are also more gentle and meaningful. In short, it is to please a good luck.

It's unlucky that the court can't be turned into a mess as soon as the Chinese New Year begins.

Zheng Mansion, Zheng Siye is also planning to go out.

He had long received news from Taifu Zhuang that the offering of wine has been settled. His Majesty will designate the eldest prince as King Ning at the first meeting of the Chinese New Year, and at the same time he will be designated as the Imperial Prison to sacrifice wine.

"Congratulations, master, Congratulations, master!" said the butler.

Zheng Siye proudly raised his chin: "What is there to congratulate you? It's not that those bad things have happened, this lord should have been the prison of the country!"

The steward said: "What the master said! But it's not too late now!"

"Too."

Zheng Siye smiled.

Thinking of something, he asked: "Is the clothes ironed?"

The butler hurriedly said, "That's it! Just wait for the imperial emblem to be issued and embroider it for you!"

The clothes of the Imperial College were specially made by the imperial court, but Zheng Siye couldn't wait, so he had them made it early, but there was no emblem of the Imperial Imperial College's ritual wine.

"Take me a look!" Zheng Siye said.

"Yes!" The butler held the clothes over with a smile.

Zheng Siye's eyes shone green.

The steward said: "Master, would you like to try on the size first?"

Zheng Siye cleared his throat: "Cough, this, okay, if the size is not right, you guys should change it in time."

The butler smiled and said, "This is the reason!"

Zheng Siye couldn't wait to change into the wine sacrificial clothing, stepped on the official cloth, spread his arms, and let the housekeeper appreciate it: "How?"

The butler gave a thumbs up and flattered: "Suitable, suitable! Master puts on this dress is simply too majestic!"

Zheng Siye was so angry that he came to the bronze mirror and took photos of the front, back, left and right. He brushed his sleeves, and said with a smile: "It's just a bad badge!"

The butler smiled and said, "You will be there when you come back from the dynasty!"

Zheng Siye reluctantly took off the sacrificial wine clothing, and after today, he can wear it every day!

Zheng Siye came to court.

It was dark and the door of the palace hadn't opened yet, and the ministers were waiting outside.

Seeing Zheng Siye coming over, first the official Shangshu said congratulations, and then Hubu Shangshu and Hongyousiqing also came over to say congratulations.

Obviously, everyone has heard that Zheng Siye is about to be canonized as a sacrificial wine.

This is a matter of course, Zheng Siye didn't even bother to act out the apparent humility, and smiled in return with a few people.

His official position is now under the leadership of several adults, but he will be on an equal footing with them after he has left the court, so the rituals he bowed at this moment have become ceremonial rituals.

Soon, the palace gate opened.

"Master Zheng, please." An official said with a smile.

Zheng Siye smiled and walked up to the Golden Luang Temple with his head high.

The first session of the New Year's Eve is the same as in previous years.

The memorials handed over by the civil and military officials all praised your majesty's achievements.

Your Majesty is very happy.

Consistent with the gossip from the palace, he first praised the eldest prince, canonized him as King Ning, and soon it was the turn of the Imperial College.

"Since the Imperial College has reopened, the post of sacrificial wine cannot always be left empty, but fortunately, I already have a suitable candidate in my heart..." His Majesty's majestic voice echoed throughout the Jinluan Hall.

Zheng Siye straightened his waist excitedly.

He finally waited until this day!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

His mood at this moment is probably only comparable to that of a married girl. He is like a bride to be married, waiting for the bridegroom officer to come and visit him!

Then he saw a eunuch walking hurriedly, kneeling outside the Jinluang Temple: "Your Majesty! Have your letter!"

Ordinary letters will not break into the Golden Luang Temple, unless it is urgent.

Everyone thought, could it be that an emergency report came from the border?

"Present it." His Majesty said.

The eunuch presented the letter to His Majesty.

After reading the letter, His Majesty stood up from the dragon chair.

Everyone was stunned, what happened to this?The border has fallen?

In the next second, everyone heard your Majesty say with excitement: "Lao and Lao Jijiu have returned to Beijing. He has written to me. He also asked me if I am doing well..."

Zheng Siye's heart beeped the dog.

Didn't the old Jijiu return home 800 years ago?What do you mean by writing a letter to seduce your majesty at this juncture?

It's still an affectionate letter, very particular about words and sentences, roughly translated as: Your Majesty, haven't seen you in a few years, how are you?Please forgive me for being self-willed, I feel guilty every time I think of your majesty's love for me.Now that I am back, my Majesty, is your heart still the same?"

Duoduoda green tea predecessor!

His Majesty was deeply moved and tears filled his eyes: "We will discuss the wine sacrifice later and retreat!"

Zheng Siye is like a bolt from the blue!

Scumbag!

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