Jiang Jinlu nodded with satisfaction, and then glanced at Xie Qiao again.

saw that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was also looking at her very softly at this time, and the two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and their brows were furrowed again.

His Royal Highness will be the Son of Heaven in the future, if even the Son of Heaven believes in this thing, won't he think about immortality in the future? Since ancient times, emperors who believe in Taoist priests have to refine the elixir to harm the people.

I'm afraid it's a bad omen!

But although he thought so in his heart, Jiang Jinlu couldn't rush forward to cover his senior sister's mouth and tell her not to preach in the future.

I just thought about it, and I still had to continue to persuade.

The road ahead is long, and he still has a lot to do before joining the company!

The banquet ended quickly, and Xie Qiao's sisters and brothers sent the teacher back first, and then went back to their guest room to rest.

I have to say that the Meng family's hospitality is indeed excellent, and they specially sent maids to serve, and the guest rooms are also very intimately furnished, and even know that several of them are book lovers, and they have prepared a lot of books, which Xie Qiao is indeed very interested in.

It's just that Xie Qiao still feels that something is wrong in his heart.

"Are the children and grandchildren of the thirteenth master all at home?" She asked the fifth junior brother about this before, but the guy didn't answer what he asked, and at this moment, Xie Qiao said to the maid sent by the Meng family next to him.

The maid was very well-behaved: "Back to Mo Zhenren, our uncle has bad legs and feet, he doesn't like to go out, and the son occasionally feels cold, and he is afraid that he will collide with people when he goes out to meet guests, so he has been cultivating in Beizhuang for the past few days." ”

"Is it just an occasional chill?" Xie Qiao asked.

The maid was ignorant and ignorant, and she was also a little puzzled by Xie Qiao's words: "Yes, real person." ”

"Your family...... What kind of temper are the uncle and the little son? Xie Qiao couldn't help but ask again.

"Uncle has a gentle personality and is very good to our subordinates, but now his legs and feet are not good, so he is bored in the house all day long, and he doesn't talk much." The maid carefully explained, "The little boy is good-looking, Zhilan Yushu, is the pride of our master, a few years ago, the slave maid had the fate to wait in the yard of the son, at that time the slave was still young, and I saw the son all day in front of the book, forgetting to sleep and eat...... The old man once said that if the son is so attentive, he will scatter all his family wealth, and he should be allowed to go to the imperial examination. ”

Xie Qiao listened, but he was even more confused.

If you want your grandson to go to the imperial examination, why do you ...... What if you want your adopted son, a little doll of four or five years old, to worship a dignified Confucian as a teacher, instead of thinking about sending your own grandson to the teacher?

"Is your little boy really talented?" Isn't it too stupid to know that the teacher won't accept it?

The maid nodded, and her eyes were a little shining: "That's natural, Gongzi was enlightened at the age of three, and when he was seven years old, he wrote an article that made the most famous gentleman in Mengjiabao praise him, and when he was fifteen years old, Gongzi's articles and sentences were copied and printed by all major bookstores, and they were sold elsewhere by merchants in the fort......"

"Elsewhere? What's your boy's name? Xie Qiao asked curiously.

When she was watching the water moon, she had also seen many merchants and had heard of Mengjiabao.

"Childe's name is Meng Yin." The maid said very respectfully.

Meng Yin...... Meng Yin ......" Xie Qiao muttered twice, thinking carefully in his mind, and indeed pulled out such a person's name from his memory.

She remembers...... It's been eight or nine years......

At that time, she had a book of poems, and the poems in it were well written, and judging by the choice of words and sentences, the author must have been very young, and someone asked.

At that time, I heard that it was a teenager, and I wrote to the teacher to praise it, I think this person is very good, the words are gentle and introverted, if the teacher likes it, you can also be included in the door, she has more disciples.