When Qi Chang learned that Mo Lingfeng was going to feast him tomorrow, it was too late, and he paced back and forth in the house, nervous and apprehensive, and after a while, he took out a silver ingot from the box and went out of the house.

Qi Chang forgot to wear a crane when he left, let the arched shoulders of the cold wind shrink his back, and his steps were hurried, seeing that the roadside shops were gradually closing, he quickened his pace, ran to the nearest ready-to-wear shop, took out the silver, and ordered a set of regular clothes from the inside out.

Before dawn the next morning, he got up, bought a few breakfasts, and sent them to the ready-to-wear shop to invite the guys to eat and drink, and sat on the side to urge, only hating that the embroidery girl did not have eight hands, and could not make his new clothes immediately.

He was going to Hanlin Courtyard to be on duty, and he couldn't stay here all the time, so after repeated instructions and urging, he could only leave first.

Along the way, he bought green fruits, citrus, and dates, packed them in two bamboo baskets, covered them with oiled paper, and carried them to the Hanlin Academy, where they were carefully placed under the table.

The colleague on the left who was also a waiter smiled and said, "Qi Chang, what good things are you buying?"

Qi Chang hurriedly said, "A few fresh fruits."

A person on the right leaned over and said, "Why don't you buy it when it's worth it, and it's extra to mention this trip."

Qi Chang bent down and took out a few dates and distributed them to the two: "The ones I bought at this time are the freshest, and when I went to buy them at night, I asked someone to pinch them."

"Why are you so particular all of a sudden?" The colleague on the right "clicked" and took a bite of the lower half of the date, "It's very sweet, it won't be brought to the future Yue family, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the people in front and back, left and right, all turned their heels and faced Qi Chang, with a smile on their faces.

One of them teased, "Yo, Qi Chang, which one of you are taking a fancy to?"

"You people from Kuanzhou, it's not easy to get married, don't miss it."

"It's not enough to buy some fresh fruit, you have to buy four kinds of snacks, four kinds of wine, four things—"

Qi Chang waved his hand again and again: "No, no, I'm going to Mogu...... General Mo visited the mansion to buy a few fresh fruits and talk about his feelings."

A few people standing not far from the duty room heard this, and couldn't help but raise their feet and come over, surrounding Qi Chang.

"Did General Mo really invite you?"

"Don't go uninvited, General Mo didn't come out of the door, I heard that even Wu Shumi handed over the post, but she didn't reply."

"I didn't reply to my father's post."

"It seems that Master Wu didn't come back either."

Qi Chang smiled and said: "General Mo has a heavy army, so naturally he can't have too close contacts with the courtiers, I'm just a little waiter, I don't get in the way, and I am also from Kuanzhou, so General Mo invited me to a banquet."

When colleagues on the side looked at him, their eyes changed, and in the ridicule, there was more exploration and solemnity.

Qi Chang and a General Mo have completely different weights, and Qi Chang came to the Hanlin Academy with fresh fruits, seemingly humble in his words, but in fact, he also made General Mo's banquet for him public.

Being an official has no support, and it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

The changes were subtle and rapid, and the smiling faces surrounding Qi Chang became sincere.

Qi Chang was in a good mood, and even his waist was a lot straighter, and just when he was proud, a sneer came from the corner: "It's really a deep love between master and servant!"

Qi Chang's face turned red all the time, all the way to the root of his ears, and the fanfare brought more intense embarrassment.

Under the embarrassment, the colleague who was still smiling suddenly calmed down.

This silence made his embarrassment instantly turn into embarrassment, and there was a wave of anger burning wildly in his heart, wanting to tear the person who opened his mouth apart.

From birth to the past, it is a shame, and he hates people to mention it the most!

With his hands clenched into fists, he suppressed the humiliation and anger in his heart and sat down in silence.

This is Kyoto, it is the Hanlin Academy, and he, the attendant from the seventh grade, can only suppress his anger - only a handful of people in this room are struggling out of the cold door, and the rest have their own origins, and they are not small, and they can turn their faces with him at any time.

Two or three people gathered in the corner and said the words "deep love between master and servant" all the way.

"The Mo family is really capable, and they sent a slave to the Hanlin Courtyard."

"Hmph, in terms of background, he's not even a minion, he's a beggar with nowhere to come."

"You don't know this, the Mo family has to send someone in, there are people in the Hanlin Courtyard, and their Mo family's ears and eyes will not be closed."

As soon as the words fell, He Feng, a scholar standing outside the door, walked in, rolled the file in his hand into a roll, walked to the corner, and knocked the head of the book that had just spoken.

"Be careful what you say and do! What ears and eyes are closed, ears and eyes are accessible! All six dossiers have been audited? If you have nothing to do, on the winter solstice, you will go into the palace to give a lecture on the scriptures!"

Everyone immediately shut up, looked at each other, sat down in front of their desks, and buried their heads in reading the file in front of them.

He Feng stretched his face, drank out three more names, and went out with him to inspect the text.

When he left, the rest of the people in the room quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The reprimanded book whispered, "Old and old-fashioned."

Another laughed and said, "You don't know him yet, you never say half a word, you want to sew your mouth up."

"Too much to say and more to be wrong......

Qi Chang's heart was like numbness, like sitting on pins and needles, until everyone focused on the inspection of the file, and the humiliation slowly calmed down, but it did not dissipate, but pressed in the bottom of his heart.

At the end of the day, he carried the fresh fruit, walked out of the Hanlin Courtyard quickly, went to the ready-to-wear shop to get the clothes first, and did not go back, but changed them in the shop, and the head and head were all new.

Wrapping up the green official robe, he asked the man to send it to his home, and as soon as he went out, a little guy in soapy short brown followed him and walked up to him: "Waiter Qi, did my master's file come to you?"

Qi Chang closed his mouth and let out a "hmm".

The little servant immediately said, "There are deficiencies in the file, please help a lot."

With that, he quietly stuffed a roll of silver tickets into Qi Chang's sleeve.

Qi Chang didn't look at the little guy, only moved his arm, let the crisp new silver ticket scratch his arm, and then walked to the general's mansion as if nothing happened.

The door of the general's mansion opened, and a subordinate led him to the back garden, he thought that Mo Lingfeng was holding a banquet in the back garden, but before he arrived, he heard a burst of women's cheers.

Although the voice was loud, it was not noisy, not as soft and delicate as he usually heard, but rather a hearty momentum.

He didn't know why, as the subordinate stepped into the moon gate, his eyes suddenly opened up - the garden of the general's mansion did not have winding paths and flowers and trees, at a glance, he could see the stone wall at that end from this end, there was a lake and flowing water in the middle, but there was no water pavilion and rockery.

He had never seen such an unobstructed, school-like back garden, and in addition to being surprised, he saw twenty or thirty thin women, gathered together, surrounding Mo Lingfeng and Xiao Dou to practice shooting.

Mo Lingfeng wore a moon-white narrow-sleeved shirt, wiped his forehead with purple sleeves between his forehead, and wore an elephant bone on the thumb of his right hand.

She was calm, and the sounds around her were quiet, Qi Chang only heard a "whoosh" sound, and the string was quickly withdrawn from the groove, and the feather arrow shot out like a meteor, hitting the grass man's abdomen.

The onlookers applauded again.