The beautiful scenery of the good day, the bitter spring night.

The night lingered, and the phoenix was upside down.

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Early the next morning, as soon as the sun rose in the east, Han Mo and Ye Qingming got up to get dressed and washed.

"Xianggong, the concubine is waiting for you to change your clothes." Next to the dresser, Ye Qingming, who was neatly dressed, picked up a wooden comb and carefully helped Han Mo comb his long hair.

"Lady, thank you for your hard work." Han Mo reached out and hugged her slender waist and said softly.

"Where is it, the concubine is willing to serve the princess for a lifetime." Ye Qingming lowered his head and said in a soft but firm tone.

Listening to Ye Qingming's slightly sensational words, Han Mo couldn't help but drop a kiss on his forehead: "Lady, you are really good." ”

Han Mo's words of appreciation made Ye Qingming's face appear a faint flush.

"Xianggong, your body and bones should be tired last night, the concubine will make you some nourishing porridge and make up for it."

Hearing Ye Qingming's reminder, Han Mo suddenly felt sore. Last night, the two of them turned over the clouds and rain, which was even more fierce than the battle, and Rao is wife's kung fu was really unbearable.

"Hmm." Han Mo covered his waist and nodded instinctively.

After his wife left the room, Han Mo began to think about his father's donation to him last night.

Even if my father spends a lot of money to donate an official to himself and receives an official certificate, he still has a long way to go before he is actually awarded an official position.

As a rule, donors must first be placed in the waiting line, and even if they are lucky enough to enter the selection process, they cannot be directly awarded a substantive position, but must be put on probation first, and only after passing the qualification can they officially take office.

He didn't believe that his father's wealth could directly get through this cumbersome procedure and make him a county magistrate.

Besides, there is no shortage of county orders in Wuchang County now, and the county order's health is also very good, so where can he go to wait?

After thinking about this, Han Mo not only had a backache, but also a headache in his head.

"Xianggong, the white fungus lotus seed soup is ready." Ye Qingming's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Hmm." Han Mo rubbed his eyebrows and responded.

By the time Ye Qingming pushed the door into the house, Han Mo had already returned to his usual demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Han Mo's brows furrowed, he couldn't see on his face at all, the joy of experiencing such intense love last night, Ye Qingming's eyes flashed with surprise, could it be that he was worried about donating officials?

During the meal, Ye Qingming asked: "Xianggong, last night my father talked about donating to us, I don't know if there will be any results?" ”

"Well, I don't know." Han Mo sighed and said, "I don't know much about Dad, but judging by his tone last night, there is a chance that this matter can be done!" ”

"Xianggong, you don't have to worry, since Dad dares to donate to you, then he must have done this thing. Even if it doesn't work out, it's good for our husband and wife to be like this. Ye Qingming comforted.

Han Mo smiled when he heard this, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.

One afternoon a few days later, Han Mo was crossing Erlang's legs in the courtyard, thinking about how to rebel and how to plan, when he heard a rush of footsteps in front of the door.

"Oh no, Xianggong, a few officers and soldiers on big horses are coming towards our house!"

With a rush of footsteps, the door was pushed open, and Ye Qingming rushed into the courtyard in a panic.

Han Mo frowned when he heard this, and immediately stood up and walked out the door.

"It's over, it's over, could it be that the anti-Qing restoration was discovered by the government?!"

Han Mo walked briskly while guessing the reason in his mind, hoping that it wouldn't be a big trouble.

Soon, Han Mo came to the door.

"Who are you?" Han Mo snorted coldly.

The first man in his thirties, who glanced at Han Mo and said in a deep voice, "You are Han Mo, Han Long's son?" ”

"That's right, I'm Han Mo, what are you looking for me?" Han Mo replied calmly.

Han Mo thought to himself, if the people who came really came for that matter, then even if they died, they would have to drag this group of people on their backs today.

Han Mo's composure was unexpected, the man in his thirties looked at him with a frown, and then said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is a talent, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger, this is your alternate official certificate." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Han Mo, motioning for him to examine it carefully.

"Alternate officer?" Han Mo took the paper suspiciously, opened it and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, it was the alternate officer's certificate.

"Thank you, big brother." After Han Mo put away the alternate officer's voucher, he smiled and bowed to the man at the head.

"Little brother is polite, I still have business to do, so I won't stay here longer." The man at the head nodded, turned around and rode away with a few people.

"Whew." Han Mo looked at the few horses that disappeared and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, these people didn't come to find fault.

"Xianggong, the alternate officer has arrived, why are you unhappy?" When Ye Qingming saw Han Mo's appearance, he couldn't help but speak in surprise.

Han Mo shook his head: "I was scared just now. ”

Hearing this, Ye Qingming couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, and then told Han Mo to remember to put the alternate certificate away, then turned around and went back to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

After Ye Qingming entered the kitchen, Han Mo hid the alternate official with his name written on it in the mezzanine of his underwear, and then sat on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

He didn't expect that his father's work efficiency would be so fast, not only did the alternate officer get it, but he also let the soldiers personally send it to their homes. Maybe this is really the answer to that sentence, money can make the ghost grind.

Thinking of this, Han Mo smiled helplessly, it's good to have a rich father.