Jia Liu asked Yang Zhi very seriously, except for this intimate and honest loyal servant, no one in this world can make him tell the truth.

Including his father Jia Daquan.

In ancient times, officials paid the most attention to physiognomy, and people with bad physiognomy were difficult to enter the phase even if they were highly educated, let alone become the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

Looking through the history books, aren't there a few who have lost the champion because of their bad looks?

If Zhu Yuanzhang, the former Taizu of the dynasty, had not been born handsome and good-looking, he was photographed by the young Empress Ma and thus took the most critical step in his life, and he could have achieved "expelling the Tartars and restoring China; Establish discipline and Chen Gang, and relieve the people's "immortal cause!"

If Li Zicheng hadn't been blind and caused "no master", he might not have been defeated so quickly.

If He Shen hadn't been too handsome, I'm afraid he might not have been able to impress Qianlong, so he would have become He Zhongtang at a young age.

Therefore, the face is very mysterious, and it is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.

In this way, Jia Liu has to confirm whether his face can be rich and noble, or whether he is extremely rich.

The mirror definitely couldn't answer him, and he couldn't ask others, so he could only answer the big old man who bolted the pillar.

It's just that, looking at the young master who slowly turned his head and stared at him tightly, Yang Zhi suddenly felt a tingling scalp.

I heard the old man say that all kinds of things in this world have their own methods of cultivation, and when the Tao is enough, it will change into a human form. Some can be changed directly, such as the fox spirit will open the grave of the dead and transform into a human form according to the bones. But some can't be changed directly, and they have to "ask for seals" from others, such as weasels.

How can the weasel beg for a seal?

It's to run in front of people, do all kinds of weird looks, learn people to walk, or learn people to talk or something, and then ask people inexplicable questions, in short, it's headless and brainless.

If the petition is successful, the weasel will complete his cultivation and will repay this person in the future. But if the petition is unsuccessful and ruins the weasel's Taoism, then this guy will definitely take revenge on those who have corrupted his Taoism in the future.

The young master of his own family has changed greatly during this time, and he is like the two of them before, he is reading books and making plays, and he has to be filial to the master, and he has to work hard to become an official or something, which made Yang Zhi muttered in his heart that the young master had hit the evil spirit, or had taken ecstasy.

Now he stood in front of the mirror and asked him if he looked like Lord Zhongtang, what do you think of Yang Zhi?

Coincidentally, a cold wind blew outside, gently pushing the other half of the door to the side.

In the dim room, the young master's back seemed to be a little bent and deformed in the mirror.

And the young master's eyes were full of strange eyes.

"Say, don't I look like it?"

The voice that came into Yang Zhi's ears again had something more that made his heart beat faster.

"Less, less... Young Master..."

Yang Zhi put his heart sideways, no matter whether it was a real young master or a fake young master in front of him, it was definitely right to listen to the old man's words and meet the other party's requirements.

However, I don't know if it's the ghost who makes the god send it, or if he cares too much about the young master, I originally wanted to say that the young master looks like the middle hall, but when the words came to my mouth, it still became: "Less... Young master, are you asking me for a seal from me? ”

After speaking, Yang Zhi instinctively jumped backwards.

It's really a jump, moving both feet at the same time, falling neatly and neatly.

While the distance is created, the posture of the body remains the same as before.

"What are you doing? ... Begging for a seal! ”

Jia Liu was taken aback by the bolt's actions, and when he understood what the other party was thinking, he was really angry and funny.

"What do you want? Young master, I am good-looking, a talent, can I be a yellow skin? ”

casually flicked Yang Zhi's forehead, causing the other party's neck to subconsciously shrink into the collar.

“... Don't listen to any ghost stories about "Liao Zhai" if you're okay, you have to listen to it! Now it's okay, and I look at the young master as a yellow skin! ”

Jia Liu angrily snatched the plate from Yang Zhi's hand and put it on the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

was interrupted by this guy, how could he still have the heart to explore the face.

"Young master, eat slowly, don't choke."

Yang Zhi rubbed his sore braincase, squeezed out a smiling face and came over to make amends to the young master.

The bomb just now convinced him that it was really his young master who was eating in front of him.

Jia Liu was also a little hungry, so he only cared about eating and ignored Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi was not interested on the side, thought about it and said with some courtesy: "The young master just looked like Lord Zhongtang's nickname." ”

He thought that if he said this, the young master would be very happy, and then he would continue to ignore him.

"Horn!"

Jia Liu slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table, making Yang Zhi so frightened that he was about to jump backwards again.

He thought that the young master was going to play his brain melon again.

Unexpectedly, the young master smiled, then pulled him to sit down, and said with a wicked smile: "Tie Zhu, let me tell you a joke." ”

"Jokes?"

Yang Zhi was confused.

Jia Liu snorted and said: "In the past, someone scolded the emperor for being a bastard in the alley, but he was sentenced to be beheaded by the government. ”

"This person is so bold, he dares to scold the emperor for being a bastard, isn't he looking for death!"

Yang Zhi thought to himself that this was a joke, it was clearly a foolish story.

"You're right, this person is looking for death, but the question is, do you know what crime the court convicted of this person?"

"What charges?"

"Leak court secrets!"

"Huh?"

Yang Zhi was stunned and stammered a little: "Young Master, what kind of secret is this?" ”

"What do you say?"

Jia Liu laughed evilly, "Young Master, I want to do this thing in the middle hall, you rot it in my stomach for me, otherwise I will be guilty of the same crime as that guy." ”

.......

After eating, Jia Liu didn't go to the imperial city to see the donation list of the officials, because there was no need.

In the morning, He Shen sent someone over to invite him to sit down, but Jia Liu didn't plan to go today, but wanted to talk about it later.

It's not that he doesn't want to get closer to Zhongtang, who seized the opportunity, and deepen his impression, but he feels that cultivating a relationship can't be rushed, and he has to boil the frog in warm water and take it slowly, just the right kind.

I knew the news in the morning, and it passed in the afternoon, and I was a little anxious.

Besides, what can he talk to people and Zhongtang about the little bit of goods in his belly?

Not to mention five dollars, it's barely five cents.

Unless, the second half of the Analects is also studied.

Thinking that there was nothing to do at home, Jia Liu wondered if he should take the bolt pillar to the outer city for a walk, and heard that the Internal Affairs Office and the Shuntian Mansion were arranging a dozen miles of long streets from Xihua Gate to Xizhi Gate, and they wanted to make a prosperous scene of flowers to celebrate the old lady's birthday, and it should be lively.

When he was about to go, he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask Lao Zhao about the content of the exam.

Hurry up to find his father Jia Daquan at the moment and ask him to go to the Dutong Yamen to find Lao Zhao and ask, don't go to the examination room and don't know what to test.

"Oh, look at Dad's stupidity!"

Jia Daquan patted his head and hurriedly went to the Dutong Yamen to find Lao Zhao to understand, but he didn't come back until dark, and he was drunk.

Before the people entered the courtyard, they heard the sound of wine burps and small songs from afar.

When I got to the door, I shook and shook, and finally sat down by the door frame.

Jia Liuzhi shook his head, and Yang Zhi and Yang Zhi worked together to carry the drunkard father into the living room, and asked Yang Zhi to get a bowl of decanting ginger soup.

After pouring a big bowl raw, Jia Daquan had some reactions, and he was a little surprised in a daze as to how several sons were standing in front of him.

"Dad, what did Lao Zhao say to take the test?" Jia Liu's heart is so anxious.

"Exam... Test the classics and mounted archery,"

It's not bad, Jia Daquan's consciousness can still be preserved by one-fifth.

"Classic and mounted archery?"

Jia Liumeng circle.

"Put, rest assured... Dad did it for you, and even took out the paper for you... Do you know how much money Dad spent for your future..."

Jia Daquan belched and snorted the smell of wine, and at the same time reached out and touched a crumpled roll in his arms.