Chapter 236: Eight in the Wind!

The eighth sat down and raised his eyes to look. There was a black press kneeling below, with a sense of accomplishment, but few people he knew, and finally he saw a familiar old face again, stretching his neck, "Uncle, what are you doing to make a fuss?" ”

Ah Ling'a felt very depressed, he had been kneeling for so long, he only saw him now, but a 'uncle' sounded very cool, since he made a kite for Xia Mo, the eighth child followed the dog-legged Xia Mo to call Ah Ling's uncle, so many years, I am also used to it.

"You have to choose someone, if you don't choose, you can't write the eighteenth, right?" Alinga also knew that something was wrong when he saw the situation, and immediately pretended to be helpless and said.

Lao Ba propped his head and thought for a while, "It's normal to write Lao Eighteen, isn't it?" ”

"Cut, that's my nephew!" Alinga immediately 'hummed'!

So the bottom fell to the ground, and the eighth fell too. patted his head for a long time, "Anyway, I have called you uncle for so many years, are you embarrassed?" ”

"No way, don't I know the other elder brothers well? Think, if a few of us vote for you, wouldn't you look good! Who knew you were so popular? Alinga pretended to be a compromise, showing that what he was thinking at the time was that it was impossible for the eighth child anyway, just to vote for friendship, so that he didn't lose too ugly.

"Cheng, thank you, thank you! Get up and go up. The eighth sighed weakly.

There were more than a dozen uproars, and his expression was very pleasant, and Kangxi began to support his head.

Lao Ba looked at the people below, "What, Tong Xiang, Ma Xiang's people are standing in line, and the others are here." ”

Looking at the sparse people, he began to reorder, so the people below were silent again, two rows of people behind Tong Guowei and Ma Qi were very compact, and then a team of twenty people appeared, and the leading Lao Ba was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was; The fourth team was obviously a bit loose, looking at each other, not knowing where to stand.

The eighth looked at them. I didn't know any of them, "You, who?" Do you know the eighth master? Why do you want to vote for the eighth master? ”

"The Servant of the Household Department ......"

"Okay, it doesn't matter who you are, why did you vote for the eighth master?" The old eight waved his hand, the household? I didn't want to get into that muddy water, so I stopped and listened directly.

"That...... That one...... Five years ago, the minister got a "prawn" by the master of the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, and then last year the painting rose to 5,000 taels of silver, and the minister sold it...... "That person is a little embarrassed, but when it comes to 5,000 taels, he has the same grief and indignation as being robbed of 5,000 taels."

However, this kind of grief and indignation Lao Ba and Tong Guowei understood, Tong Guowei glanced at him pitifully, and Lao Ba sighed.

"You're losing, it's 12,000 this year!" Lao Ba still knows his own market very well.

"That's it, I'm angry! Otherwise, the minister will be able to change to a big mansion this year! The squire slapped the ground angrily.

"What about the eighth master? I didn't buy it from the eighth master. "The eighth is called a depressed, except for a few high-level officials, few people know that the master of the Ten Thousand Horses Hall is himself!

"No, I heard that the painting of the master of the Ten Thousand Horses Hall is exclusively sold by the Eight Masters' Bogu Zhai. Do you know the master of Wanma Hall, why don't you help the slave ask for another one! The servants gave him all the five thousand taels. The squire knelt down in front of the case, and he almost didn't take the eighth child's hand, and his eyes were full of peach blossoms.

Kangxi leaned on the big chair and groaned directly, his own household servant, what a shrewd and capable housekeeper! That's right, if you weren't shrewd, how could you mention the position of the household department? If you don't love money, how can you be heartbroken because you are distressed and sold seven thousand taels less, money is a trivial matter, mainly for this abacus essence, it is a shame!

"You're going to support you for this?" The eighth is going to cry.

That's all I like? The mood is extremely depressed, although supporting him is equal to harming him, but being supported by others, there is still a little bit of something jumping in my heart, cool! But now the eighth child is scorched by thunder, and he is scattered in the wind.

"Don't you have to support one? The minister is the same as Lord A, anyway, the eighth master can't be chosen, so it's safer. "This adult is really straightforward.

Lao Ba's face darkened, and he looked up at the other loose ones, "What about you, who do you want too?" ”

"The ministers are the same as Lord A." Those people are a little embarrassed, you push me, I push you, and finally push out one, helplessly answered. People don't want to paint, they don't want to offend anyone, find the most uncompetitive one! As it turned out, they were quite happy in the morning, and there was a kind of happiness that the blind cat met the dead mouse. Anyway, there is also a merit in supporting it. Outcome...... They were scattered in the wind.

"Go aside!" The old eight hate. What kind of people are these, and they dare to be ministers, and the grass on the wall is almost the same. The group of people disappeared, but Lord Shilang still knelt eagerly in front of the eighth, looking at the eighth with straight eyes.

"Let me tell you one thing, then who doesn't paint shrimp anymore, so your pair of shrimp is estimated to rise next year!" The eighth smirked and looked at the waiter, who snorted and fainted directly, which was very stimulating.

Someone carried him back, and the eighth looked at the one he was a little familiar with, and looked righteous, why did he vote for himself, shouldn't he vote for the third child?

"Have we seen this lord?" The eighth asked politely.

"The minister is in the upper study......"

Lao Ba remembered that the new chief master of the study, Lao Ba hurriedly jumped up and personally helped him up.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think you're quite familiar, and Mr.'s righteousness scares the eighth child. I didn't recognize it at once. What's that, my bun is a little annoying, don't be too careful, it's almost done. I don't expect much from him, just like me, just eat and die. ”

Lao Ba is very dog-legged, just kidding, the buns have to be in his hands for at least seven or eight years, then the dumplings, and finally the nest, and it is very necessary to have a good relationship with the chief master. Poor parents of students.

The old man looked up and sighed, Sisi had already shrunk himself into the darkness, for fear that people would see him, he resolutely denied that he knew Lao Ba. And the other elder brothers, the fifth, the seventh, the ninth, and the fourteenth who just came back are called a brilliant ah, alas, the old eighty years are as unreliable as a day.

The chief master's face was also very exciting, his face changed for a long time, and finally he couldn't help asking, "Babel doesn't want to know why the ministers recommended the eighth master." ”

"Everyone, get up, everyone's mind understands that this is a difficult job to do, and it is normal to prevaricate the old man, and the old man is not to blame everyone at all." The eighth smiled brightly at everyone, the chief master is here, it is estimated that the masters behind are all masters, and the eighth is very polite.

"The minister is from the Hanlin Academy." An old man in front of him snorted.

The eighth child was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and smirked, "It's the same, they're all well-educated." ”

The old man patted his forehead, the minister, the champion, the eighth child still doesn't know, what kind of son is this!

"Definitely!" The chief master replied with a straight face, and thundered the eighth child again, and now everyone began to raise their spirits, and planned to listen to the high opinion of this upright Confucian genius. The main thing is to know what other advantages there are in the eighth child that they don't see. Even Sisi floated out of the shadows again, his eyes blazing.

It's a little hard to believe the eighth, could this be the legendary Bole? No, it should be said that he is a good bird, he is the master, but he can't hide the joy in his heart, and there is finally someone who really appreciates him. It's still such a heavyweight, what a pride!

Of course, Lao Ba's mood at this time is also understandable, and he has been hit for a day. First, another son jumped out to break his dream, and then jumped out of a group of people who pushed him into the fire pit out of tune, almost killing him, but it was not his turn to be rectified, and he was rectified, one by one, hitting his self-confidence until the smoke went out.

The eighth master is low-key, but he won't be stepped on like this, right? The poor heart of the eighth child was already fragile enough to be broken at a pinch. Finally, he finally saw the light, and finally someone with a discerning eye saw his light, and his waist finally straightened a little.

"Does the eighth have an advantage?" Lao Ba took a deep breath, but still asked weakly, he was hit hard, and he was happy all of a sudden, and he couldn't stand it.

"Definitely!" The chief master was calm, the eighth was finally heartbroken, and he found a place to sit down, he was afraid that if he listened to it again, he would be even more indecent if he smoked it directly like the waiter just now.

"You also sit down, speak slowly, I can stand it." The eighth is very weak.

Now the people in the clan are a little sympathetic to the eighth child, poor baby, look at what it has been tossed by the father, if it weren't for so many people recommending it together, would he have gotten these people up to show his attitude? As for being stepped on by the ministers alone?

Alas, it's not easy to be a prince, it's high-profile, the old man is too low-key, everyone can step on you, and you don't feel guilty. Look at the people standing on the side, after stepping on it, you can still stare at the show, and watch it with relish, a little consciousness after stepping on people. It's really not human! In the future, be kind to the eighth, after all, they are relatives. The clan bosses sighed in unison and let out a common voice.

"The ministers are all students of Master Wang." The chief master didn't sit down, and said aloud with a righteous and awe-struck voice.

"I know!" Lao Ba sighed, of course he knew that the chief master was a student of Master Wang, otherwise he could succeed the chief master, this is an advantage and disadvantage, in the eyes of Confucian scholars, this is the position of the future emperor, teaching a generation of famous monarchs, is the common dream of every scholar, of course, there are few things that can be realized.

The eighth child hit a fierce spirit and looked at Master Wang fiercely, his face was desperate. Yes, Master Wang is a hardcore princeling, why should his students support him if they have nothing to do? Seeing that Master Wang also knows that he didn't instigate it, then these people who claim to be Confucian authentic have nothing to add to themselves?

"Ministers are owe their grace." The chief master took off his top and knelt in front of the old man in a regular manner.

"Lao Wang asked you to sponsor the abolished prince, but you didn't want to, so you picked a useless eight?" Kangxi smiled and shook his head, he almost understood.

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