In the center of Yefu, there is a high-rise building, the black roof is not covered, but there is a two-hundred-year-old "heavy building wood", which is a precious spiritual wood and the symbol of this building.

The whole high-rise building is atmospheric and heavy, and the pinnacle of the wooden building is the building outside the building, also known as the deciduous building, which is named after the beautiful scenery of the heavy building when it was completed in autumn, the leaves of the heavy building fall, and the red leaves in the sky fall with the wind.

In the dark corridor of the building, candlelight illuminates the two walking figures.

"Xiaohe, how is my father feeling today?"

"Second master, the old lady is in a good mood!"

"That's ......"

Under the guidance of a maid in green clothes, Ye Zifan passed by the sentry post, climbed to the top of the building, and saw the white-haired old man under the ancient tree, and immediately saluted respectfully: "Father!"

The old man wore a white linen robe, sat quietly under the flaming heavy building tree, poured the boiling pot of water into the tea wash, and said leisurely: "Oh, here, sit!"

Ye Zifan glanced at the old man's expression, confirmed it, and then stepped forward to sit down.

This is his father, Ye Mengqiu.

In the middle of the lift, as a magistrate of the county, traveled around the world and returned, extraordinary knowledge, held the power of the clan for decades, the accumulation of power is very heavy, although now is gray hair, half cut into the soil, many people in the clan do not dare to have a few dissenting hearts!

"Father, I'll come!" Ye Zifan, who was kneeling, knelt down and took two steps, and said.

Pour water with a jade cup, watch the tea leaves stretch, only to see the brown amber, full of tea fragrance, like the orchid of the empty valley, respectfully offered.

Drinking tea, the old man smiled: "This tea is good, and it is even more refreshing at half temperature, which can be described as a hermit's fragrant." ”

"My father's name is all over the county, and he retired to the green house, which is worthy of the name and complements each other with this hermit incense. ”

Ye Mengqiu listened, frowned slightly, and said: "This family can only be regarded as a red house, how can it be called a green house, and you can't talk about it to the outside world." ”

"Yes, yes!" Ye Zifan replied again and again.

The old man didn't care, and casually chatted with him about some ethnic matters, mostly the situation of some children and grandchildren, who have come through ups and downs all their lives, and when the old man is old, the call of death is not far away, and the only thing he cares about most is the continuation of his children and grandchildren.

After drinking a cup of tea, after a paragraph, the old man was a little tired, and the maid saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Father, take care of your health!" Seeing this, Ye Zifan also hurriedly came over to help, helped Ye Mengqiu to sit on a higher chair under the tree, and stepped aside before continuing: "Father, now the number of places in my clan for the boys' test is limited, today I went to Ye Qing to say, I thought that this son is still young, and he has not understood the righteousness, and I want this son to take the exam again this year, and give this place to the children of the clan, but I don't want this son to have a lot of hesitation!"

These are all truths, with just some important details cleverly omitted.

Ye Zifan said, looked at Ye Mengqiu, saw him sinking like water, did not show joy and anger, and couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart, knowing that what he did was not liked by the old man.

But as soon as the words came out, there was no way out, and he said the next words in one go: "Ye Qing is originally a disciple of the branch, and my main vein has taken care of him many times, I don't want to go to this day, but this son is so ignorant!"

As he spoke, he took out an account book, which was densely packed with the expenses of the disciples in the clan: "The expenses of many disciples in the clan are here, although Ye Qing is a branch, he also belongs to the disciples of my clan, and the expenditure of silver money is recorded, and there has never been a shortage of half a cent." ”

Ye Mengqiu nodded slightly, and the maid took the account book, and turned the pages in front of the old man with his hands to help him browse.

Ye Zifan waited respectfully, not daring to make extra expressions.

Ye Qing's parents died since he was a child, and he did rely on the help of the clan to survive, because of the consumption of reading, the amount of money spent on his own pulse was no less than a hundred taels, although it was not big, it was not a small number.

All the big clans that have been handed down for hundreds of years, each clan has the rules of a clan, the Ye family has a big business, and can afford to raise a few idlers, but they don't know how to lift up and don't listen to the clan rules, so they have violated the fundamentals.

Of course, the hundred acres of land under Ye Qing's name are not reflected in this account book.

Ye Mengqiu simply flipped through the account book, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, but knowing that his father was like a son, Ye Zifan was already overjoyed in his heart.

This situation shows the attitude, the patriarch will not be angry about these little things, but as long as the patriarch removes a little nostalgia in his heart, Ye Qing's qualification for the boy test will be in jeopardy.

Ye Mengqiu was silent for a long time, and said: "This matter is related to the qualifications of the boys' exam, and it is normal for each room to have some disputes, you are the head of the clan, everything must be acted impartially, just do it, I will deal with this matter, you retreat!"

Ye Zifan listened to the great joy, suppressed the joy in his heart, and didn't dare to show it, knowing that this was leaving room for Ye Qing'er, but in fact, it had made his father unhappy, and he cut his feelings, and said at the moment: "Yes, father, the child will retire!"

As he spoke, he put away the account book and slowly retreated.

When the maid closed the wooden door on the top floor, Ye Zifan glanced at the door, and saw the figure of the old man, under the fiery red tree, revealing a bit of loneliness!

"Is it an illusion?" When he went downstairs and walked in the garden verandah, Ye Zifan took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, finding that the sweat had seeped out.

This matter went smoothly as expected, firstly, there was a difference between intimacy and intimacy, and secondly, he made dots up and down and concealed the fact that Ye Qing was very talented.

Of course, this kind of talent can't be suppressed for long, once Ye Mengqiu finds out, with a hard and stern style, he hates this kind of concealment the most, and the punishment will be transferred to him.

"But at that time, the boy's test has passed, the wood has been completed, and he will not deprive his grandson of his origin, compared with the fate that will affect his life, what is the punishment for me?" Ye Zifan whispered, remembering the youngest son in the family, he is this mentality, and his father Ye Mengqiu is also like this, how much is the real punishment?

Ye Zifan has three sons, the eldest son has been born as a child, but the second son and the third son need to be recommended by the clan, the age of these two sons is almost over the line, and this time the competition for places in the clan is fierce, so he can only squeeze out Ye Qing's quota to fulfill his younger son.

In comparison, what can the other party do if he has a bad relationship with this nephew?

Anyway, he is the main branch of the family, he is a side branch, and next time he will not give him a chance, but he will support him......

As long as you are sensible, you still have to swallow this breath.

The plan has been decided, so settle down.

I don't know how many courtyards I turned, I heard a few birdsongs, and an egret fluttered its wings and flew away, leading the young little egret to glide quietly through the sky.

Ye Zifan stopped, stunned for a long time.

Somehow, I remembered the answer sheet in the morning, my youngest son couldn't do it to this extent no matter what, and the boy tried to produce a few more such talents, and I don't know if he could win the ......

"Father, grandfather, he ...... What do you say?" came an urgent voice from afar, and following the voice, his own yard was already in sight.

At the gate of the garden, surrounded by a servant and a maid, a tall young man greeted him, which was somewhat similar to Ye Zifan's description, it was the young son Ye Sheng.

Ye Zifan swept his eyes and found the black face circle on his face, and his face sank: "What did you do last night!"

When the girl in Tsing Yi heard this, she lowered her head in fear, but Ye Sheng said in a sneering voice: "There are friends who invite each other, and the poetry will be a small gathering, a small gathering!"

"Poetry will be gathered, hum, this boy's test, the opportunity will be given to you, and I will be taken care of!" Ye Zifan did not expose his words, and walked into the courtyard with his sleeves, but his nephew's calm face flashed in front of him, and he was not a person of the same age at all.

"Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much? The Daomen imperial examination not only pays attention to literary talent, but also pays attention to luck, a branch of the lineage, in the end, has to rely on the support of the main family, even if he is old, what can he do?"

Ye Zifan shook his head, glanced back at his little son who touched his chin, and sighed secretly, "Son, I have worked hard for my father, and I have also hated the talents in the clan, and I can only do this for you......"

In front of the door, under the whispered reminder of the maid in Tsing Yi, Ye Sheng finally tasted his father's words, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Ye Sheng turned to a manservant and said, "Go, give my virtuous brother good news...... You stay there and watch, and report back from time to time, don't let him do anything these days!"

The man bowed his hands and replied, "Yes, Shenggongzi!"

Then he bowed down and retreated, and the girl in Tsing Yi covered her mouth and smiled: "Hey, how harsh is the son!"

Ye Sheng snorted, looked up at the three words "Tiger Roaring Garden" on the door, but his expression was a little smug: "You don't know this, anyone can fight with abacus, and there are strategies all the time, but no matter how you calculate, how can you defeat the general trend......"

"Among the Ye clan, my branch is the general trend!"

When the girl in Tsing Yi heard this, her beautiful eyes suddenly flashed, she was really a little surprised, thinking that this son-in-law was not all embroidered pillows!

Ye Sheng said, glancing at this maid and listening, her eyes were bright, thinking of last night's ecstasy, he came itching in his heart: "Cough, you dare to turn your arms out, laugh at me, see that I don't punish you heavily at night!"

"Don't, the master still told you to review your homework!"

"What to review, it's not a test for Xiucai, it's just a boy's test, I got the quota in the clan, and then I just go through the motions, be good, kiss first!

"Hey-" The girl in Tsing Yi half-pushed, her beautiful eyes sank, looking at the smiling young master, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned, remembering the young master she saw yesterday.

In terms of talent and fortitude, there is a big difference between the two at a glance, but in this world, it is not just talent.

......

The sound of light footsteps woke Ye Qing up from his contemplation, and when he looked up, he saw a figure in front of the door.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open, and the late autumn sun shone in, making him feel a little warm, accompanied by the cold wind rushing in outside.

Qianqian Qingli had a cold look on her face, turned around and closed the door, and looked at Ye Qing: "Young master, the lord of the clan has embarrassed you, what can I do?"

As she spoke, she brought some crying, this is the expectation of the young master's parents, and it is also the expectation of her heart.

"Don't be afraid, this matter is not difficult for me!" Ye Qing saw that she was almost crying, and hurriedly got up to comfort her.

This body is reading the history books of the scriptures, his parents are gone, and he is bullied by the brothers in the clan on weekdays, and this girl who follows him is desperately defending him, and he sees it in his eyes.