This Lu Mansion has been expanded several times, and if you want to say that there is not enough house in the front yard, you want two people to live in a courtyard, Qu Qingyan will not believe anything.

The people of Lufu are prosperous and have four generations in the same house, and the backyard may be a little crowded, but how can this era of men be heaven and let two big men live in a courtyard.

In particular, Qu Qingwen is still the only grandson of the Qu family, how can the Tian family and the Chen family be willing to wronged him.

She lowered her eyes and couldn't figure out the intention of Qu Qingwen's move.

"The fourth brother is really boring, although it is a joke, but how boring it is to expose it so quickly, you will make the eldest brother think that you hate me."

Qu Qingwen's tone was a little long, as if he was ridiculing and a little aggrieved, which made Qu Qingyan speechless.

Does she hate him, does this still need to be said?

A few people had nothing to do, and an old housekeeper came in to ask if they needed to take them for a simple stroll around the house, and the four of them followed out without a choice.

Qu Qingyan vomited blood and looked at the plaque above the courtyard, it was Meilan Zhuju again, and Meilan Zhuju again!

Is she really so fate with Chrysanthemum? Why is it a chrysanthemum everywhere you go...... Flower.

"Fourth brother is in a bad mood?" Qu Qingwen glanced around, but he didn't see anything unusual.

Chrysanthemum or something, she won't elaborate on this kind of 'allusion' when she dies, Qu Qingyan waved his hand weakly: "No, it's just that my head is suddenly a little dizzy, and now it's okay." ”

Qu Qingwen looked at her overly fair and bloodless complexion, and her weak figure couldn't help nodding slightly: "The fourth brother's body is weaker, if it is not good to recuperate, I am afraid that it will not be easy to survive the autumn days." ”

Qu Qingyan is taller than ordinary women, but compared with real men, he is much worse, standing with Qu Qingwen is only just above his shoulder, and he is indeed 'petite' visually.

She can still use her young age to prevaricate now, and if she stays for a few years, she is still not very tall, and she is afraid that she will cause a lot of trouble.

It's not a bad thing, after all, it's not imminent, the body search before the autumn of next August will be the big trouble in her heart right now, and if the underwear made by Mama Rong is regarded as entrainment, it will be troublesome.

Qu Qingwen saw that the fourth brother's emotions changed from lost to even more lost, he rubbed his chin, he just didn't say anything.

On the second day, Lu Youcai took a few old servants to get on the carriage back to Shanxi, and took away the plaque above the main gate of Lu's mansion.

One day, his descendants will return to the capital with this plaque and rewrite the glory of the Lu family, but he may no longer be there by then.

Qu Wenhai bought a set of three-entry yards in the capital that year, Qu Boshu and his brothers sent people to collect them when they entered Beijing, and the Lu Mansion that was bought carried out had too many traces of predecessors, and they needed to be renovated and reset.

In less than half a month, Qu Wenhai has been busy in the past few days, not only he has to go to the Ministry of Officials but also the Criminal Department to continue his post, and after the opening of the school year, Guozijian wants to send a few grandchildren in, and he also needs to complete the formalities before the year.

He hadn't thought about who Yin Sheng's quota would be given to, he wanted to suppress Qu Qingyan but was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences of the suppression, and this grandson would no longer be able to be controlled by him if he was suppressed or rebounded into the sky.

Can it not be suppressed...... His eyes fell on Qu Qingyan, who was shrinking by the side of the carriage and hanging his head, silently, what he wanted was her loyalty to the Qu family and all her strength.

The carriage swayed and stopped in front of the palace of Yang Zhongjie, the priest of the country, Yang Zhongjie served as the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites and the priest of the country, and his status in the court was not ordinary.

Qu Qingyan was next to the car door, as soon as the car stopped, she got out of the car first, and before she could turn around and help her brothers get out of the car, she heard a few footsteps behind her, and then a big hand fell on her shoulder, and she hurriedly turned around to avoid it in her heart.

"Zeyuan, there are really people who are thinner than you."

The man's voice was as mellow as sweet wine, and people's ears couldn't help but get drunk.

Qu Qingyan secretly cursed in his heart, and hurriedly turned around, and saw two men in brocade clothes standing side by side, with extraordinary appearances. One of them had a smile on his face, and he was probably the one who had just spoken and moved.

She didn't know much about the situation in Beijing, but just by looking at the demeanor and appearance of these two people, she knew that she was either rich or expensive, she took two steps back and stood next to the car, waiting for Qu Qingwen and a few people to get out of the car.

"Early in the morning, I heard my grandfather say that Master Qu, who had just been transferred to Beijing at the end of the year, would bring his juniors to visit the house today, and I thought I wouldn't be able to catch up, but I didn't expect to meet Master Qu in time," The man with a smile on his face saw Qu Wenhai get out of the car to greet him, and bowed his hand, and then said: "Junior Yang Jianxian, I have seen Master Qu." ”

Yang Jianxian, the eldest grandson of Guozijian Sacrificial Wine, has outstanding knowledge and extraordinary appearance, and has elegant reviews in Guozijian and even the entire capital.

Qu Wenhai compared him with Qu Qingwen without a trace, and entered the house together with a joke.

Yang Zhongjie received the report from his subordinates and was already waiting in the hall, the wax moon in the north was frozen, and he bypassed the middle gate and entered the hall through the verandah in a few days, and his body was also wrapped in a layer of cold air.

Qu Qingyan followed behind, holding back the trembling, his hand hidden in the cloak and rubbing it gently.

Yang Zhongjie and Qu Wenhai are both from the same background and have the same official position, so they can be exempted from courtesy, but Yang Zhongjie was born in Jishi, and he is also the poor of the country's eunuch, Qu Wenhai still has to salute when he sees him.

The two knew that they had a greeting for a while, and without chatting a few words, Qu Wenhai called Qu Qingwen over and asked Yang Zhongjie to test his knowledge in public.

Qu Qing knew the purpose of today's move before he heard it, and he also knew that Qu Wenhai had invested a lot of money in Qian Shuben and Yang Zhongjie, so he put away his casual temperament and stood in front of the two of them in a proper manner.

"Several of the grandchildren of Master Qu are dignified, which is really enviable, the juniors in this hall are all studying, so it would be better to call them together."

Yang Wenzhong looked at Qu Qingyan with a smile, only Qu Qingwen alone would inevitably leave a handle, and there were juniors from the Yongning Marquis Mansion in the hall, so why not make the scene bigger, just like he also wanted to know how much the eldest grandson who made this Lord Qu extremely proud.

Qu Qingyan, who was shrunk aside with a tea bowl covering her hands, was stunned, and saw that all the juniors in the hall got up and walked over, and the two cousins beside her also stood beside Qu Qingwen, she hurriedly put down the tea bowl and leaned over, causing Qu Wenhai to stare at him vaguely.

"Enlightenment is in Gewu. How to solve the problem? ”

Yang Wenzhong smiled and spit out a sentence, and then raised his eyes to look at the colors of the six people in front of him.

Writing an essay must first solve the problem, and the difficulty of the eight strands lies in the difficulty of breaking the topic, Qu Qingwen's hand in the sleeve robe is already clenched, and he can't lose if he tries today.