"If you want to get ahead in a country where male power is supreme, you have to rely on real skills."

Lin Jingcheng secretly guessed, and his eyes were mocking: "He just relied on his wealth, wanting to climb power and wealth, and as soon as the sick man died, he was probably swept away." ”

I have to say, the prince is the truth.

Ye Mingjie played tricks and married a young lady from an official family who had been frail and sickly since childhood.

However, the young lady was blessed, and the two died less than a year after they got married.

The two had no heirs, and the young lady's parents lost their beloved daughter and vented all their resentment on him.

Ye Mingjie was detained and his wife was discredited.

Not only did he fail to enjoy the glory and wealth, but he ended up being disgusted by everyone.

He had no power in the Western Jin Dynasty, no hope for scientific research, no way out, lost his only savings, and could only rely on begging to make a living.

"You cannot live if you have done your own iniquity."

Ye Xiuyan sighed faintly, feeling a little sad for Mrs. Ye, who had been dead for many years.

If the old lady is still alive and learns that her most important grandson has ended up like this, I don't know how she will feel.

"Would you like to see him?"

Lin Jingcheng saw that she was in a trance, and asked tentatively.

"Nope."

Ye Xiuyan came back to her senses from the past memories and shook her head gloomily.

"Let's go, then."

Lin Jingcheng hugged his beloved wife, considerate and gentle: "There is no need to affect our good mood for this kind of person." ”

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan turned around suddenly, not wanting to have anything to do with Ye Mingjie anymore.

A couple of lovers left together, walked down the steps from the other side of the stone arch bridge, and disappeared into the night.

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Three months later.

Lancang Mountains, the southwest border of Fengqi and the Western Jin Dynasty, Jianqiao Village.

Towering mountains, bamboo forests swaying in the wind, huts made of green bamboo, a deep pool, and a few bamboo leaves floating in the secluded blue water, quiet and peaceful.

Ye Xiuyan leaned against the window to sort herbs, dressed in plain and elegant green clothes, her eyebrows were picturesque, her skin was like cream, and her glass-clear eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing the intelligence and wisdom that were different from those of peasant girls.

"Sister Yan, great joy, great joy."

The winding and deep path outside the bamboo forest came a thin figure in the wind and fire, and the little girl of eight or nine years old carried a bamboo basket on her back, and her little black and red face stained with mud was full of indescribable excitement.

Wedding?

Poor mountains and remote areas, how can you be happy?

When Ye Xiuyan heard the prestige, her eyebrows were lightly raised, and a witty smile appeared.

"Oops."

The little girl ran quickly, and when she came to the slippery edge of the pool, her feet were soft, and her body involuntarily fell forward.

"Be careful."

Seeing that she was about to fall into the pool, Ye Xiuyan's heart tightened, and her slender figure floated out of the window like green smoke, grabbed the collar before the girl entered the water, blocking the body leaning forward, her eyes fell on her crooked right foot, and her eyes showed concern: "Is your foot twisted?"

"Hee-hee, it's okay, it's okay, Sister Yan is so powerful."

The little girl took advantage of the situation to stand firm, embarrassed to disturb her hair, raised her little face, and her big black grape-like eyes were full of adoring little stars.

"What kind of happy event makes you like this?"

Ye Xiuyan let go of her collar and turned back to the house.

"The emperor chooses a concubine, the triennial draft has begun, and school-age girls with both ability and political integrity can participate, and the emperor list is posted at the gate of the city tower, and my father saw it when he went to the town to sell firewood"

The little girl looked excited, and followed her with a bamboo basket on her back, her mouth was like a jumping bean, and she kept chattering.

(End of chapter)