The horse's hooves are good, and they embark on the smooth bluestone pavement. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The trees on both sides are verdant, with the occasional melodious bird song streaking across the treetops. The brass bells hanging from the necks of the two black horses made a crisp jingle sound, which was particularly gentle and long on the gentle post road.

In the protrusion of the back seat in the carriage, Chen Xinhua deliberately laid a soft couch, and Duan Ge'er was wrapped in a thin quilt of azure after the rain, accompanied by the regular bumps of the carriage, and fell asleep.

Cui Yao listened to Chen Xinhua's very low-pressed conversation with the maidservant, and looked at his wife with graceful eyebrows but faintly showing a resolute look, and his heart was worried.

His wife insisted on going to Huaizhou to celebrate Mr. Liu's birthday, but he couldn't dissuade him, so he was inseparable.

After the maidservant finished talking to Chen Xinhua, she picked up the curtain and withdrew, Cui Yao asked slowly: "Xinhua, can you talk to your husband, why are you going to Huaizhou?" ”

Because it was a birthday, Chen Xinhua wore a red and gold curtain, revealing a snow-white mid-coat stand-up collar inside, and a ruby collar buckle with the color of agate shining brightly.

The dark clouds are stacked, and Tsinghua is boundless. The red brocade did not look Chen Xinhua's cheesy, but added some charm.

Looking at the worry that Cui Yao couldn't hide in his eyes, Chen Xinhua smiled with relief: "It's really to congratulate Mr. Liu on his birthday, and I'm waiting to pass on a word for my second brother, don't worry about it." ”

is still willing to have things to carry by himself, and he doesn't want to say that he knows about it. Or is it that in the past few years of marrying yourself, in the heart of your wife, she has never been as strong as Mount Tai's dependence? Knowing that there was danger, she was still unwilling to share it with herself.

Cui Yao reached out, took his wife in his arms, and gently stroked her sideburns. A sense of helplessness came to my heart, and I was smashed by my silent sigh.

Jiangyin is only afraid that it is going to change. Although Cui Yao was bored in the study all day long, reading the books of sages, just waiting for the imperial examination, he was not a nerd who turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window.

After picking up his wife from the eldest princess, Mrs. Yangzhou County Shou and the sticky family's attitude towards his wife took a 180-degree turn. According to his wife's personality, those who are neither humble nor arrogant are self-purifying, and they will definitely not be friendly with these former and respectful people.

This is not the case. His wife was immersed in the wives of Yangzhou officials, made powerful friends, and was able to play with ease, learning the eight-sided exquisiteness of the past.

I didn't pay attention to it earlier, but I realized that a lot of letters between my wife and father-in-law had accumulated. Obviously, there is an official road in Yangzhou to go, but a considerable part of it spends a lot of money to support the Green Forest Dart Bureau.

The dart game values the spirit of the rivers and lakes, and never reveals the details of the entrusted person. The letter started from the dart bureau, one was that his wife was cautious, and the other was that she probably felt that the officialdom in Yangzhou was not trustworthy for a long time.

The letters were all locked in the drawer of the kang table by his wife, and she was the only one holding the key. If she asked, her wife always said a word, only conveying her father-in-law's greetings, and did not show herself her father-in-law's handwriting.

My father-in-law's birthday is approaching, and my wife is not busy making gifts for the imperial city, but she has to go to Huaizhou to make a birthday for Mr. Liu. Alexandra Academy is the private property of the Chen family, and Cui Yao has never heard of a champion Mr. Liu teaching there.

All kinds of images are put together, linked to the turbulent wind and water in Jiangyin, Cui Yao has a premonition in his heart, but he can't ask a word from his wife.

"Xinhua, have you ever seen Mr. Naliu before?" Cui Yao gently kissed his wife's hair, full of love and worry.

Chen Xinhua tapped the rouge on her cheeks, adding a little more sloppy and naughty, and smiled at her husband: "The old man has been in Lishan Academy for many years, and I naturally know it. This time, I will introduce you well, and if I can get a few words of guidance from Mr. Liu, my husband will definitely be of great benefit to your scientific expedition next year. ”

It turns out that there is such a person. Cui Yao didn't know whether to sigh or rejoice, sniffing the faint fragrance of the orchid around his wife's neck, but he pushed the arm around his wife's back a little harder.

Chen Xinhua didn't know what her husband was thinking, and with the monotonous sound of the horse's hooves, the tiredness of the days added a lot of fatigue. She leaned into her husband's arms, her breathing gradually becoming longer and more even, and she quietly closed her eyes and fell asleep like her son.

Qian Weizhen lasted for another two days, and saw that the wind of liquidation not only could not stop, but also had the potential to evolve into a downpour, so he no longer dared to ignore it. After the silver sent to Yangzhou was shipped out, he was still restless, and he felt that this time he was only afraid that it was his own limit, and some things had to be planned earlier.

In the evening, the second son Qian Jue brought his grandson over to say goodbye, and Qian Weizhen suddenly remembered that his son's return to Beijing to report on his work this time was a bit long. Because he was busy with the affairs of the household department and Yangzhou, he ignored this stubble.

Ordering someone to take his grandson to his wife for a snack, Qian Weizhen covered the door of the study and asked Qian Jue cautiously: "This time you returned to Beijing by the grace of the Holy Grace to report on your work, did the ministry send the following message?" When will we depart for Gyeongshu? ”

Qian Jue hesitated, got up and replied: "What my father asked, it is the strange thing this time. The son asked the officials of the ministry, and the Taoist was that the saint deliberately named his son's name, saying that there were other arrangements, and it was uncertain whether he would stay in the capital. Because his father was busy all day long, and the household department was in some trouble, the son didn't dare to annoy his father with his own affairs, so he didn't come back and forth. ”

Qian Jue also has a few friends in the imperial city, and he came back here to invite friends and friends, and also talked and laughed with the old poetry and wine in the past. At the table, a colleague from the household department quietly told him that the saint intended to let him stay in Beijing, and he had already greeted the officials in advance, and it was already a certainty, but the official document had not yet been issued.

Although Jingzhou is good, where can it be as prosperous as Gusu? There is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below, and this Gusu Imperial City is a gentle and wealthy township that is like a fake.

The Jingguan is like a layer of gold plated on his body, and the meaning of the magistrate is different. Qian Jue was overjoyed, but his face was silent, and he only bowed deeply to his colleague, which was regarded as acknowledging his affection.

In the past few days, Qian Jue has been thinking about his life in the imperial city, thinking about how to renovate the yard where he used to live, how to build a big flower house for his wife in the back garden, and build a swing for his son.

Under the blessing of his father's big umbrella, and his own outstanding political achievements, Qian Jue felt that from now on, his career would inevitably be smoother.

The most important thing is that he and his brother are both serving by his father's side, and the benefits of the Qian Mansion are no longer exclusive to the eldest brother.

Qian Jue has seven tricks in his heart, for fear that if the official document is not issued for a day, things will change. Although the colleague was sure, he deliberately did not mention it to his father, and only waited for the documents from the ministry with peace of mind.

Today, Qian Weizhen asked cautiously, and then he had to say.

"You are confused", Qian Weizhen waved the sleeves of his robe, and the awe-inspiring anger surged directly into his heart. Looking at the color hidden between his son's eyebrows, he knew it a long time ago, and he couldn't wait to slap him in the face.