Feng Lanyu cried in her heart, and said to the grandmother who managed the young master's yard with a smile on the surface: "The third young master has not returned for a long time, you must pay attention to waiting, don't slack off, if the third young master has any needs, they will all be satisfied, not perfunctory." By the way, has the pen, ink, and paper in the third young master's study been added? Isn't there a duanyan produced in Tainan in the warehouse? It's the one carved with the Immortal Palace, is it for the third young master's study?

Also, when the weather is cold, the study should be filled with charcoal, otherwise those who read and write at night will have cold hands...... Is the candle ready? Don't be reluctant to spend money, our Hou Mansion is not short of money! This money is! No matter how bitter you are, you can't be bitter, do you know? Don't light the oil lamp, choke on the oil lamp, for fear of disturbing the third young master's study......"

The lady in charge nodded vigorously, she was also the manager of Jiang who had just changed, and when she heard Mrs. Shizi tell her so carefully, she thought that the young masters and ladies of the Hou Mansion in the past were treated like this.

I can't help but sigh in my heart, the noble man is really a nobleman, the oil lamp is already a luxury for a civilian family, and he even thinks that the oil lamp chokes his nose and wants to use a candle!

The world of rich people is really unimaginable!

*

At the beginning of the 14th of August, the bell of the four academies rang, and the young students wearing bamboo-blue robes poured out from the mountain gate, and they ran down the hundred-step long steps, came down from the mountain, and walked out of the gate of the academy, looking excited.

Outside the gate, countless carriages have been parked intensively.

It is engraved with the family crests of various mansions, which amazes the common people passing by.

Those who can come to study in the four academies will not be from a low background, and the three generations of ancestors must have officials, and those with an official rank of five or less have to dredge up the relationship if they want to enter the four academies.

When everyone was almost gone, Jiang Fengjin slowly tidied up his robe and walked down slowly from the mountain gate, followed by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old servant, carrying a bamboo bookcase, looking around with some uneasiness.

Jiang Fengjin was fifteen or sixteen years old, his facial features had not yet grown, and his figure was a little thin, he walked slowly on the stone steps, with no expression on his face, just looking at the crowd at the foot of the mountain in front of him, his eyes flashed with some gloomy color.

"Don't look at it," he said coldly to the scholar behind him, "They left early, what are you afraid of?" ”

Xiao Wu, who was following behind, suddenly shrank his head and didn't dare to answer.

The master and servant walked on the stone steps, and it had been nearly half an hour since the end of school, and from time to time there were three or three students running past them with their scholars.

A young man of the same age as them, with a little boy passing by them, compared with Jiang Fengjin, the young man is much stronger, and the scholar who follows him is even more dark and strong, a head taller than them, and he speaks in a rough voice, it should be the age of changing his voice.

The master and servant laughed and passed by Jiang Fengjin, and the tall scholar seemed to have discovered something, and glanced back at Jiang Fengjin and the two.

Jiang Fengjin looked back vigilantly, and Xiao Wu had already habitually paused his steps, and his whole body trembled.

The man glanced at them curiously, didn't say anything, and followed his young master away.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, the man said to the young master on the side: "Young master, the one just now is the third young master of the Wenchang Marquis Mansion, Jiang Fengjin." ”

Feng Shuling paused, and glanced back, the pair of thin master and servant were still walking slowly on the mountainside, looking half-dead.

Feng Shuling was surprised for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Oh? It turns out that the young masters of the Marquis of Wenchang Mansion are all like this? ”

His scholar stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "I don't know, but that one is indeed Jiang Fengjin." ”

Feng Shuling said with a smile while looking for his family's carriage: "If it's all like this, there's nothing to be afraid of, this type of me has one fist." ”

His scholar frowned, it didn't feel simple!

Feng Shuling was still saying: "When Ayu comes back in two days, I must ask her if she was bullied in the Hou Mansion?" If there is, wait for us to come to the door and give her a breath. ”

The scholar said: "Young master, why don't we inquire more about the situation of the Hou Mansion, I heard that the Hou Mansion is a family of military generals, and there are two marshals in three generations." ”

Feng Shuling didn't care: "Oh, if you look through our family tree, you will know that our ancestors have produced three martial champions, four literary champions, and one civil and military champion!" How can the merits of the ancestors be applied to the juniors? Speaking out is not afraid of being laughed at. ”

Scholar: "......"

It made sense, but he was powerless to refute it.

Jiang Fengjin took Xiao Wu and slowly walked down the last stone step, crossed the threshold, and came to the gate.

On the spacious mountain road outside the gate of the academy, there are few carriages, and most of them have already received the young master of the family and left here.

The mountain breeze carries the fragrance of the plants and trees in the forest, lifting the golden ginkgo biloba leaves everywhere, and slowly turning in circles on the ground.

Jiang Fengjin lowered his head, touched his neck, coughed twice, and felt a little cold.

Xiao Wu followed behind him, and the two walked silently but slowly.

After Jiang Fengjin was admitted to the Four Academies, he didn't go back to his home much, and spent his monthly vacation in the Mountain Academy, although he didn't have much fun staying in the Academy.

It's just an important festival, and you still have to go back, otherwise the gentleman of the academy will say that they are not affectionate, and if they don't return home, they just don't miss their parents' kindness;

Jiang Fengjin sneered, it was really pedantic.

I heard that Mrs. Chen died, and this Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Fengjin had the idea of returning home for the first time.

Without him, I just want to go back and hear how the woman died, to see where her grave stands, and what she wanted in her life, and what kind of people it belongs to.

I also stopped by to see my aunt.

The two walked along the wide mountain road for a while, and suddenly someone chased after them.

"Third Young Master, Third Young Master stays."

Jiang Fengjin glanced back and saw that it was a person wearing the costume of the Marquis of Wenchang's mansion, and only then did he realize that this person was shouting to himself.

Jiang Fengjin was stunned for a moment and paused.

Xiao Wu, who was following behind, also looked at the family in shock, and shouted hesitantly: "Brother Tiger." ”

Jiang Hu glanced at Xiao Wu, nodded, and said to Jiang Fengjin: "Third Young Master, Mrs. Shizi knows that the academy is on holiday today, so she specially sent the little one to pick you up, the carriage of our Hou Mansion is here, and the third young master is here." ”

Xiao Wu was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he didn't react for a while, the Hou Mansion actually sent a carriage to pick up the third young master?

Or did Jiang Hu come over in person?

Xiao Wu subconsciously looked at the sky, oh, the sun was still setting in the west, and he didn't turn around!

Even Jiang Fengjin had a look of surprise in his eyes.

However, he didn't show it, just nodded and followed Jiang Hu to the carriage parking.

There were two other people waiting by the carriage, one was a coachman and the other was a guard, leading two horses.

Jiang Fengyi came out late, Jiang Hu waited for most of the hour, but he didn't dare to ask, the third young master has always been taciturn, a little gloomy, and he doesn't talk much on weekdays.

Jiang Fengyi got into the carriage, and Xiao Wu was still standing outside the carriage with some trepidation.

Jiang Hu and another guard had already got on the horse, and at this time they glanced at Xiao Wu condescendingly and asked him, "You don't get into the carriage, what are you doing standing there?" Are you ready to walk back? ”

Xiao Wu was startled, and said hesitantly: "Huh? I, I ......"

Jiang Fengjin lifted the curtain and said coldly: "Come up." ”

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately climbed into the carriage with both hands and feet.