Chapter Ninety-One: Spring Season

In the blink of an eye, it was already the day of spring.

Early in the morning, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu came to the door of the Bamboo Pavilion with a group of people, saying that he hoped to invite the head of the Mo family to preside over the Spring Festival.

Anyway, in Ah Xiao's opinion, it was just a group of people who hypocritically excused themselves, and in the end Mo Shuangyun agreed.

"In the past, the Ministry of Rites was probably very boring, whether Ah Xiao stayed at home or went with me." Ink Frost asked her.

"Of course I'm going to go with you, I'm going to protect you." Fu Xiao said as a matter of course.

"Don't worry, I don't lack people to protect." Mo Shuangyun said with a smile, as the head of the Mo family, a few guards could still be found.

Fu Xiao shook his head, "That's not good, how can they be as reliable as me." ”

"Then let's go over together." Ink Frost said.

Fu Xiao still shook his head, "I'll go over by myself." ”

Even if it is Mo Shuangyun, Chun Yu who took the woman to the Ministry of Rites will definitely be criticized, and Fu Xiao doesn't want to affect his reputation.

Mo Shuangyun didn't force it, and walked with the people from the Ministry of Rites, Fu Xiao rode a horse and followed not far away.

Although he swore to follow, but it was really boring when he waited, Fu Xiao found a nearby teahouse, sat by the window, and listened to the conversations of the people in the teahouse at will.

At this time, there are basically relatives and friends of the candidates, and I hope that I can care about the situation of the candidates for the first time, Fu Xiao thought, I am afraid that this will bring more pressure to the candidates.

"You say, who will be the top spot in Chunfu this time?"

"It's not certain, the youngest son of Zhongshu Ling, the eldest son of the Criminal Department, has not been called a 'prodigy' since he was a child."

"Don't forget, the poor family may not be able to produce a noble son, and Lord Hu of the Ministry of Rites is not a living example."

"Bump!"

Fu Xiao looked at it in response, Yang Weijun, why is she here. Oh, by the way, her brother also took the test, and she was probably waiting for him.

Yang Weijun's willow eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the beauty's eyebrows are still beautiful, and when the person who spoke saw Yang Weijun, most of his anger had already been vented.

She kissed her lips and said: "I heard that this time the Mo family master will participate in the marking of the papers, if it is a candidate who can only memorize by rote and have no ambitions, it will naturally show its original form in the hands of the Mo family master." ”

Fu Xiao nodded approvingly, although she was not good at studying, she still knew how powerful Mo Shuangyun was.

Someone next to him immediately complimented Yang Weijun: "The Yang family is a scholarly family, it seems that Yang Gongzi is about to come out on top." ”

Yang Weijun did not deny or admit it, but the expression on his face was very proud, as if his younger brother had become the champion of the new department.

"I think that the children of the poor family may have more advantages."

Everyone immediately looked at the person who spoke, the woman who spoke, and it seemed that the candidate she was waiting for should be the "son of a poor family" in her mouth.

Yang Weijun raised his chin proudly, "Oh? I wonder what this young lady thinks? ”

The woman's face turned red, she hadn't read a book, how could she say that she was a young lady like Yang Weijun?

"I think what she means is that candidates from poor backgrounds are more touched by people's livelihood and hardships, and they may not all be rote memorizers." Fu Xiao saw that the girl was really pitiful, and couldn't help but help her say something.

When Yang Weijun saw that it was her, he knew that a nameless fire welled up in his heart, "It seems that you know everything?" ”

"Yang Weijun, I don't care about the rules, it's not a reason why you can forget the rules." Fu Xiao said lightly, obviously everyone was sitting, but for some reason, the other people present felt a coercion.

Yang Weijun reluctantly stood up and saluted, "Wan Fu, the county lord." ”

"Hmm."

The county lord is here, and the other people are embarrassed to talk about anything, after all, now the capital knows that the county lord of Xiyang lives in the Bamboo Pavilion, and their ridiculous remarks, if they really reach the ears of the Mo family lord, it will be truly ridiculous and generous.

Just now, the woman came over and saluted Fu Xiao, "Thank you, county lord." ”

Fu Xiao waved his hand, "I didn't do anything." ”

The woman cautiously sat opposite Fu Xiao, "Huiyun, the queen of the people, came here with my son-in-law." ”

"Your son-in-law?" Fu Xiao asked.

I thought she was waiting for her fiancΓ© or something, but it turned out to be the identity of a maid?

"The people's daughter's family was poor, and she sold herself to bury her father, although the son himself was not rich, he still helped the people's daughter bury her father." Wang Huiyun recalled.

Fu Xiao nodded, indicating that he knew.

Wang Huiyun saw that Fu Xiao was unmoved, and said: "My son-in-law has been studying hard, and I have always seen it in my eyes......" secretly observing Fu Xiao's reaction, at this time he should ask the name of the son, if he can pass the Xiyang county lord and catch the line of the Mo family master, then the son will have a worry-free future.

Fu Xiao glanced up at her, Wang Huiyun immediately lowered her head, the county lord's eyes were so sharp, as if he had guessed her inner thoughts.

There was a sudden commotion outside, presumably the end of the exam.

Wang Huiyun hurriedly said goodbye and went out with the crowd.

Fu Xiao felt even more lonely, when will Ah Yun come back?

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"I'm sure you're going to be bored." Ink Frost Yun woke Fu Xiao up.

Fu Xiao stood up and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "But now that I see you, I will be very happy, if I don't come, I won't have this sense of happiness." ”

"Let's go back." Frost took her hand.

"Okay."

The two of them didn't call a carriage, and although it was a little farther back to the Takerikan, they both enjoyed the stroll.

"How are the candidates this year?" Fu Xiao found a topic.

"I just had a cursory look at the answer sheet, but it felt pretty good, and there were a few students who had interesting ideas. In the future, you can probably become the pillar of Dayuan. ”

Fu Xiao cracked his mouth and smiled, "It seems that Ah Yun is very happy, obviously the students are all the same age, and they are so old-fashioned." ”

"I actually...... It's not as powerful as they think, it's just picking people's teeth. Ink Frost Yun sighed.

"The teacher who taught Ah Yun must be very powerful."

Thinking of his second master, "Master Chu is not only knowledgeable, but also very admirable. He suddenly smiled bitterly, "But if it weren't for the face of the Mo family, he might not be willing to teach me." ”

"Ah, no, wouldn't it?" Fu Xiao couldn't believe it, could anyone dislike Ah Yun?

"Master Chu has always felt that the people of the Mo family are acting in a disorderly manner and out of order." "But he should like Ah Xiao." ”

"Why?"

"Because Ah Xiao is very good, I will like you."

"Cut, lie."

"No, it's true."

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