Xiao Yuan is not the one who likes to take advantage of small profits, so he took a few embroideries he made and asked the Cheng family boy to hand them over to Lu Ye, and then he secretly made up his mind.

The room is simple and clean, the beds, tables and chairs, oil lamps and candles, even pen, ink, paper and inkstone are complete, and there is a word hanging on the wall.

The capital is cold in the morning and evening in September, the scholars who rush to take the exam are cold at night, there is a copper stove in the middle of the room, when the guy comes to send hot water, he specially reminds that he will send charcoal and refreshing soup to two cents at night, and he is willing to go downstairs to get it.

They were smiling and modest, and they didn't dare to slack off, and maybe there would be an important minister here.

Xiao Yuan washed Sister Rong and herself, and she was tired all the way, and she fell asleep in a hazy way after a while.

Besides, Xiao Yan was in good spirits, and after washing, he changed into a lotus root color embroidered moire straight, and came out of the room to knock on the door of the eldest sister.

He was about to go downstairs, but he happened to meet Liu Mengmei, the young man of the Cheng family and the two face-to-face masters coming out, Liu Mengmei hurriedly pulled him to the front of the master, and said with a smile: "Master Lu, fellow villager and classmate, Xiao Yun." Then he introduced him: "This is Lu Wushuang." ”

Xiao Yun gestured lightly, Lu Wushuang looked enthusiastic, and pointed to a purse tied with a leather belt around his waist: "Thank you for the embroidery, it is really exquisite, I can't wait to bring it." He smiled and said: "I heard that Xie Yuan is a young scholar named Xiao Yan, but he has never had a chance to meet him. ”

He also introduced another master to him, who was a classmate of Yangzhou, named Lin Mao, the champion of the year before last, and now serves as an editor in Hanlin Academy.

Xiao Yan secretly had a wide range of contacts, and quietly stepped forward to salute, Lin Mao smiled and returned the salute, and they knew each other.

Lu Wushuang invited: "We are going to Baihua Courtyard to have a drink, and by the way, I will ask Lord Lin about the scientific examination, why don't Xiao Ye go and sit together?" ”

Xiao Yun thought that he was idle anyway, so it was good to listen to them, so he readily agreed.

He left the high school inn, walked out of Feng Chun Hutong, got into a carriage, went to the north end of the horse sign in the west of Daming Gate to the south, walked for half an hour, and stopped in front of the Baihua Courtyard on West Chang'an Street.

In front of the door, several nursing homes rushed to greet each other, gathered on the second floor to enter the room, sat around a round platform, and the waiter handed over the scalded cotton towels to wipe the hands of the people, and put fragrant tea, pastries and fresh fruits, and the plates and dishes were full of a table.

The singer came in with Yueqin in his arms and set up a stool to cheer up, and seven or eight prostitutes with heavy makeup and glamorous makeup also came to surround him, Lu Wushuang frowned and called the bustard: "What kind of layman are you when we are, you want to find such a thing." ”

He took out a gold ingot from his sleeve: "Find a clear man or an oiran to accompany you." ”

The bustard's eyes were shining with golden light, and he replied with his voice: "It's the old slave who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai." "Drove the prostitutes out of the house.

Lin Mao took a sip of tea and asked Lu Wushuang: "What is your ranking in the township test?" Lu Wushuang replied: "Point to the tenth place." ”

Lin Mao shook his head: "Over the years, there are more candidates in the south than in the north, and you are quite hopeful when you point to the tenth place, as for Xiao Sheng, there is a talent to solve the yuan, there is no difficulty in getting on the list, and the main competition is the top three in the palace test." ”

He asked again: "Do you recognize Lord Han Xiahan, the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites and the young protector of the Zhan Mansion?" ”

Xiao Yan shook his head and didn't know, Lu Wushuang patted his thigh: "Naturally, I recognize it, it's my teacher." ”

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