"Hmph, it's really a god."

Xiao Ju, who was walking at the top, saw Mrs. Qin leaving arrogantly, and leaned over to Ling Xiu'er's side with apricot eyes, and said unjustly for her: "Sister Xiu'er, don't show mercy to your subordinates when you are in the competition, let this tiger aunt taste your strength." ”

"Xiaoju, what are you talking nonsense!" Bihe was just about to scold Xiao Ju for not keeping the door open, but was stopped by Sun's smile.

"Xiu'er, if you lose, you don't lose, you do a good job."

Sun supports Ling Xiu'er. Now that Zhang Ze's official fortune is prosperous, and he has the prince as his backer, there is no need for the Zhang family to be bullied by her Qin family.

Ling Xiu'er nodded and reported under the guidance of the Sun family. She has been learning calligraphy with Cao Yu these days, and although she doesn't recognize much, she can still write her name.

Fan Meihua saw that Ling Xiu'er's name was neatly written on the red paper for registration, and she had a desire to win or lose in her heart, she didn't want to be looked down upon by the Zhang family again.

"I'm going to sign up too."

Ling Xiu'er was a little surprised when she heard this, she knew the embroidery of Fan Meihua, embroidering the tiger into a cat, and embroidering the gourd into a scoop.

But seeing Fan Meihua squeezing in from the crowd with a face of disbelief, Ling Xiu'er didn't stop her. She has seen Sun's attitude towards Fan Meihua these days, but after all, it is not her own family matter, and she didn't say anything more.

It's just that Sun didn't react when he heard that Fan Meihua was going to sign up, which made Fan Meihua a little disappointed.

The vote for the embroidery girl was to be held three days later, and the group left after registering.

Fan Meihua was supposed to go back to Zhang's Mansion with the Sun family, but she followed Ling Xiu'er all the way to her door, as if she had something to say.

"What's the matter?"

Ling Xiu'er was annoyed by her sneaky follow, and suddenly stopped. Fan Meihua couldn't dodge it, and hit Ling Xiu'er's back, causing her to rub her nose in pain.

"Say it."

Fan Meihua smiled, trembling and her face fell straight down, "Xiu'er, you see that the name of my embroidery girl's vote today has also been reported, in case the game counts down at that time, wouldn't it be a joke." Where do you have any quick stitches to teach me? ”

As she spoke, her big ass stumbled on Ling Xiu'er.

She knew that it was not good for Fan Meihua to find herself. But it's better to ask yourself for advice than to get yourself in trouble, she nodded, "I really know that there is such a stitch, you come with me." ”

Fan Meihua was happy to respond and followed Ling Xiuer into the house to learn embroidery.

As the sun set, the yamen of the ministry was still busy. Recently, there have been continuous floods in the south, and the border plug is not stable. Upload and release are busy.

Cao Yu is no exception, he writes documents step by step, and he is covered by Zuo Qiansi, and Cheng Kun and others dare not trouble him.

However, there is no annoyance, but the small troubles are constant.

Cheng Kun walked over with his arms and threw the unfinished recital in front of Cao Yu, "Cao Yuanwailang, Lord Zuo's recital tomorrow will be hard for you." After speaking, he smiled at Cao Yu defiantly, making it clear that he was making things difficult for him.

Cao Yu didn't have time to talk to him, so he agreed and turned to his own business. If it's late to go back, Xiu'er will be worried.

Cheng Kun walked out of the yamen without looking back, leaving a subordinate who worked overtime.

Ma Juren heard the conversation between the two from behind a pile of papers, and squeezed out a wicked smile and came to Cao Yu, "Brother Cao, you have to work overtime tonight?" ”

Cao Yu let out a "hmm", and the pen in his hand did not stop.

"Alas, hard work Brother Cao."

"Hmm."

"Brother Cao!" Seeing that Cao Yu ignored him, Ma Juren directly snatched his pen, in exchange for Cao Yu glaring at him angrily, he hurriedly said: "You and Mrs. Ling are newly married, don't delay your feelings because of business." You go back today, and I'll do the rest. ”

As he spoke, Ma Juren diligently moved Cao Yu's unfinished paperwork to his desk.

Cao Yu looked at the two stacks of small mountains of documents on Ma Juren's table, thinking that he wouldn't be able to finish sorting out if he didn't sleep tonight, but when was he so kind?

Cao Yu's eyes looked suspiciously at the letter that was incompatible with ordinary documents, as if he understood something.

He put the papers back on the table and said coldly, "It's okay, my wife will understand." After that, he continued to bury his head in his work.

Ma Juren stared hatefully at the letter that was pressed under Cao Yu's hand, sat back at his table, and cursed in his heart that he was tired of Cao Yu, a bastard, and waited to see, no matter what, he had to do something in this recital.

This night, the entire staff worked overtime until late at night, and when Cao Yu went home, there was no one on the street, he gently pushed the door, and found that Ling Xiuer still kept the door for him.

Hearing the voice, Ling Xiu'er came out of the back room with a lantern.

"Ah Yu, there are a lot of things to do today."

Ling Xiu'er held the lantern to illuminate it, so that Cao Yu could lock the door, and then took the sauce beef he took out of his arms, which was still hot.

"It's fine. Last time, you said you liked this sauced beef, but I asked the boss to cut a big piece today. ”

Cao Yu easily replaced the lantern in Ling Xiu'er's hand, took her hand and walked to the back room.

There is an all-night restaurant on the overpass, and Ling Xiuer has been talking about it for several days since she had eaten his sauce beef. Cao Yu passed by today and bought a piece.

The fragrant smell of meat mixed with lotus leaves aroused Ling Xiu'er's taste buds, and she quietly tore a piece of meat from the corner that was not tightly wrapped, and quickly threw it into her mouth and chewed it contentedly, lest she be discovered by Cao Yu.

But nothing escaped Cao Yu's eyes, he gave Ling Xiu'er a brain, "Have you washed your hands?" ”

Ling Xiu'er stuck out her tongue, no way, the sauce beef was too fragrant.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Cao Yu packed up and went to the morning court. He asked Ling Xiu'er to sleep more, and Ling Xiu'er said while arranging his collar: "How can a husband get up and a daughter-in-law still sleep?" I have nothing to do at home every day, unlike you, and I am still worried about national affairs, let's go, don't be late. ”

As she spoke, Ling Xiu'er patted the non-existent dust on Cao Yu's shoulder and sent him out.

The sky was bright, and the hundreds of military officials in the court knelt down with brushes, shouting long live, long live, long live.

Cao Yu stood at the end of a group of civil officials, and the Ma Juren next to him glanced at Cao Yu, who was calm and relaxed, with a triumphant smile on his face: Cao Yu, I want you to look good later!

A letter was handed over, and the emperor asked while reading it. Time passed minute by minute, and the feet of the people standing were sore.

Seeing that it was about to be Zuo Qiansi's turn, Ma Juren became more and more excited. He had already secretly changed the recital he wrote after Cao Yu left last night, and when the time came, Zuo Qiansi would be ugly, and he would definitely not be able to spare Cao Yu who wrote the recital.

Ma Juren's wishful thinking was crackling, but until Zuo Qiansi finished reading the book, he didn't hear anything unusual, and he played the rules and regulations.

However, the prince Zhao Zheng argued with Prime Minister Zheng Renqian in court because of the floods in the south.

"Back to the emperor, the floods in the south are raging, many people have been displaced, and it is urgent to open warehouses and release grain."

Zhao Zheng held the board in his hand, and said with full of energy.

"Your Majesty, there will be great calamity after the catastrophe. If the grain in the official warehouse is used because of a small flood, the plague problem will be regenerated in the future, and the lives will be ruined. ”

Zheng Renqian raised the board above his head with both hands, bent down and bowed his head bitterly.

"What Lord Zheng said is not true."

An unfamiliar voice sounded from the rear of Wenchen's team, and everyone turned back, and the prince Zhao Zheng also found the person who spoke from the crowd, it was Cao Yu.