In the private room of Mingyangju in Dongshi, a blue-robed boy is sitting by the window and sipping a cup of fragrant tea.

His eyes were wandering among the pretty little ladies in the streets.

With a creak, the door to the private room opened.

Walking was a man in white, his face was handsome, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, and he was holding a folding fan.

"Brother Chen." Ye Lin got up to greet him.

The man in white who came was Ye Lin's friend, Chen Zexi, the son of Chen Zihe, the governor of Jiangzhou.

"Brother Ye."

Chen Zexi bowed, and after some greetings, the two sons entered the main topic of today's meeting.

"Does Brother Ye have a mission?"

"Jinzhou Wanjia."

Ye Lin said, opened the folding fan in his hand, and the fan was a picture of four gentlemen.

"Junwangfu, brother is lucky."

Chen Zexi drank this spring's morning tea slowly, with a smile on his face.

"The Guogong Mansion is also a high-ranking family for Brother Chen."

Ye Lin gently touched Chen Zexi's shoulder with a folding fan, which was a common intimate action between the best friends of men in the eastern country.

"It's a good thing that the brother's mission is profitable, but the undecided daughter of the Wan family is only the third girl who has just turned 9 years old, and Brother Ye has to wait for a good meal."

"If you have two beautiful wives and concubines, why wait for two years? After completing the tasks of the academy and having an extraordinary Yue family, why worry that we can't move forward? ”

The man's low chuckle was not loud, but it sounded particularly harsh.

It has been more than a month since the dusty master of Puyang Temple entered Jinzhou.

The big gate clans who are a little famous have invited the dusty mage to come to the door, and the beautiful name is called to see the feng shui of the house.

In fact, I hope that this archmage who is familiar with ghosts and gods can give some guidance to the future generations of the family.

Only the Yingjun Royal Mansion did not move.

If the mountain does not come to me, I will come to the mountain. The dusty mage, who didn't care about the world, sent a little apprentice to the door and handed over the prayer post.

Yun Yuan got up at three o'clock today, and after more than a month of beautiful training, it was time for the assessment.

Being able to deceive the old lady is the minimum standard for this assessment.

She pulled a hanging bun today, put on a moon-white beaded hairpin, and wore a pair of small pearl earrings.

Yun Yuan looked at Wan Yatou in the mirror, her hair was not the black straight hair common in Kun Dongguo, but brown curls.

The eyes are brown at first glance, but if you look closely, you can find a little amber in them, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eye sockets are slightly deep.

She picked out a moon-blue Ruyi moire shirt from the wardrobe, paired with an aqua blue pleated thread skirt, and the matching of clothing was also part of this assessment.

She learned to be a beautiful girl, walking in small steps, her shoulders relaxed, her steps were light, her neck was straight and dignified, and she looked ahead.

The Yutang Courtyard where Wan Jinyue lives is not far from the Songhe Hall where the old lady lives, but Yun Yuan is extremely aggrieved, which is really hard to get used to.

"Granddaughter greets grandmother." The movement is standard, and the demeanor is beautiful.

There was no mistake, Yun Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and she did not blind her practice in vain.

Yun Yuan looked around with a salute.

The woman standing next to the old lady was in her early thirties, her eyebrows and eyes lowered and docile.

The hair bun is not combed by the maid and the mother, and the clothes are plain and elegant, so she should be the only aunt in the house, Chen.

The old lady was not yet fifty years old, and her whole cheeks were still fair, but there were many crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and the flesh on her cheekbones was not so tight.

The bridge of the nose is high, the eye sockets are deep, and the kernels of the eyes are covered with a layer of white pannus, and it is impossible to see the exact color of the eyes.

Mrs. Wan seems to be from Xiaxi nine times out of ten, no wonder Wan girl looks like that.

The two young ladies from Aunt Chen had not yet arrived, and Yun Yuan, who had finished the salute, sat down in the hall and prayed with all her heart that she could pass quickly today.

The Yingjun Royal Mansion is not a family that has been passed down from generation to generation, but a new upstart of the former dynasty who was knighted by virtue of his military exploits.

Wan Zebin's father, Wan Zhufeng, was the concubine of the Anguo Mansion back then.

An Guogong had just died, and before the mourning period had passed, his mother-in-law impatiently let Wan Zhufeng's biological mother, Aunt Yue, fall ill and go together.

A teenager still needs family protection, Wan Zhufeng endured it for five years, and finally took advantage of the new emperor's accession to the throne to let out a bad breath.

The eldest brother's favored second prince failed to seize the heir, and the fourth prince who he secretly helped became the new emperor.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, in the liquidation of the new emperor, the Anguo Mansion was randomly made an excuse to demote the family to the common people.

Wan Zhufeng relied on his military merits to become a general on the border, and he was knighted as the king of Yingjun, and he was hereditary.

In the front hall of the Yingjun Palace, Master Dustfall sat in a guest seat, sipping tea without hurry.

"The Master has been practicing in the mountains for many years, and there should be a lot of discomfort when he goes down the mountain this time. Xiao Wang originally thought that he would invite the mage to come over to the house for his mother's birthday banquet half a month later, but he didn't expect the mage to hand over the prayer post yesterday, and he asked the mage to forgive him for the rudeness. ”

Yingjun Wang Wan Zebin has never believed in these strange powers, but he can't offend people.

I don't know when, this dusty mage will become the guest of honor of some nobleman, and even become the high-ranking national teacher.

Offending such a character is not very good for his family.

"The king of the county is polite, but it is the poor road that is abrupt. Before the poor road, he watched the heavens day and night, and a hexagram arose in the place where he arose. The hexagram shows that there are auspicious birds in the southeast. Poor Dao thought of the county king's mansion, so he wanted to come and take a look. ”

Wan Zebin quickly glanced at the young man in front of him, this dusty mage looked to be in his early twenties.

But he has rare pure silver hair, the high nose bridge makes his overall facial features more three-dimensional, and his fair skin is as translucent as clotted cream.

The eyes are black and bright, like a morning star in the middle of the night, and the thin lips are light red and tightly closed, with a bit of coldness that no one can approach.

Such a rare beauty did not leave a good impression on Wan Zebin.

"Xiangniao enters the WTO? In recent years, no one in the county palace has found auspicious signs. Why don't you go to the house with me? ”

"The auspicious bird is not auspicious, but a woman. I don't know if the king of the county can make it convenient for me to meet the ladies in the house. ”

After more than a month of inquiry, the three girls of Yingjun Wangfu had a high fever four years ago and seemed to have a ghost, but he still let Chenluo know that the time was right, and he was unwilling to give up any possibility.

"This ......" Wan Zebin hesitated, the female dependent, he thought of the three girls who had not yet left the cabinet.

The defense of men and women in Kundong is not strict, but it is one thing for a woman to go out freely, and it is another thing to be stared at by a strange man at home.

Besides, if there is really an auspicious bird entering the world, and his daughter is married and living happily, once this dusty mage gets involved in something, his reputation will be ruined, and his daughter will not survive.

"This is really inconvenient, and the maid in the house is the master who sees it. The little girl has not yet come out of the cabinet, so I am afraid that there will be many inconveniences. ”

"It's a poor road." The dust fell in his heart, this county king is not a person who is greedy for fame, fortune and wealth, and most of them don't believe in this ghost and god thing.

This time the grass startled the snake, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to see the third lady of the Wan family in the future.

After doing a full set of plays, Dusty followed the housekeeper to the courtyard to meet the maids one by one, and asked a few words briefly, and then left.

"Mother." It was Wan Zebin who walked quickly from the front hall.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Wan Zebin, who sat down, looked at the three daughters sitting opposite, all of whom were the age of flowers.