At noon in May in Xuancheng, the heat is already blowing in our faces.
A dozen carriages were parked at the foot of the city wall.
In the last carriage, the fat boy Huahua was like a pendant, hanging on Xianjin's right arm, with red eyes, and his face was pressed against Xianjin's sleeve, with snot and tears mixed together.
Xianjin took a look at the horrible-looking sleeves and sighed silently.
If I had known, I would have worn dung beetle clothes.
It's a rare opportunity to wear nice, slightly bright clothes, but I guess I can never wash them again.
Xianjin patted the little fat Huahua's head and signaled her to change her position to wipe her nose, "... Dear, wipe this side, that side doesn't absorb water anymore."
Little Fatty Huahua readily followed the advice.
Xiong Youyou narrowed her eyes and smiled, teasing Little Fatty Huahua, "When Chief Qiao comes back, your sister Xianjin won't want you anymore."
The chubby little Qiao Baozhu had stopped crying and sneezing, but when she heard this, she let out a "wow" and started sneezing again.
Xianjin:......
What's the difference between what you did and teasing a child during the Chinese New Year by saying that your mother gave birth to a younger brother and doesn't want you anymore!
Xianjin reached out and patted Xiong Youyou.
The little fat Huahua held Xianjin's right arm tightly with his two fat paws, and cried while beating it, "I can live in both places, and Sister Xianjin can also live in our house!"
During the pause between sobs, Xiaopang Huahua's brain worked quickly and he quickly found a place for Xianjin to live. "No one lives in Guanlan Garden next to my brother!"
Then he sucked on Xianjin like an octopus, "The west wing of my Yiyuan must be kept for me!"
Xianjin stuck his head out of the octopus tentacles with difficulty and took a deep breath of air. "Keep it for you. I'll also keep the half pound of melon seeds you ate the day before yesterday for you."
The octopus retracted its tentacles with satisfaction.
.....
After waiting for another three quarters of an hour, the clerk in front came to report that the person would arrive in another quarter of an hour.
The people in the carriage fell to the ground.
A few girls stood at the end.
Everyone who came has seen it.
Prefect Xiong, accompanied by Wang Xuezhen and another official wearing a fourth-rank scarlet robe and with his hands behind his back, stood in the front row.
Xiong Youyou asked in a low voice, "That person also looks like a high-ranking official in Yingtian Prefecture."
Xianjin raised his eyes and took a look. Oh, it’s also an acquaintance.
Wenfu Cheng.
Yingtian Prefecture is now the top seed.
Xianjin had seen this man before, but Xiong Youyou had not. However, the officials standing behind him, wearing green or gray robes, were mostly hunchbacked old men with white beards and weathered skin. Only two of them were as green as pines and cypresses.
One is Xiong Youyou’s husband Cui Heng, and the other is Chen Erlang, the only white-collar official among the officials, Chen Jianfang.
The two of them stood there with their heads held high.
I have to say, these two people look very good, like two cranes standing among a flock of chickens.
Xiong Youyou's eyes flickered, as if she was deliberately avoiding Cui Heng, and she lowered her head to whisper to Xianjin, "...almost all the officials of rank in Yingtian Prefecture are here."
Then he looked back at the group of scholars in long gowns three meters away from them. They were scattered all over the long street. A rough count showed that there were at least five or six hundred people.
Xiong Youyou said, "Almost all the scholars in Xuancheng Prefecture are here."
This arrangement.
Xiong Youyou sighed, "What a mess..."
Xian Jin lowered his eyes slightly and said softly, "I would rather Master Qiao not see such a display."
Xiong Youyou paused.
I heard that the former prefect of Yingtian was extremely cruel. Although he did not punish doctors, Chief Qiao was a member of the two lists after all, and the sticks he brought would not hit the flesh directly, but most of the punishments did not involve knives or swords, which could torture you to the point where you could neither live nor die.
Principal Qiao has suffered a great crime.
Xiong Youyou sighed, "After the worst comes the best, after the worst comes the best."
Wen Fucheng, who was at the front, looked back and saw three women in loose clothes and narrow sleeves. He squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly, so he turned his head to ask Xiong Zhifu, "Old Xiong, who are the women behind..."
Prefect Xiong said with a smile, "One is my niece, one is the shopkeeper Chen He whom you have met, and the other is Qiao Fangzhi's youngest daughter."
Wen Fucheng was stunned. He was deeply impressed by Boss He, that smart girl.
"What is she here for?" Wen Fucheng frowned.
Prefect Xiong laughed happily, "The Qiao family fell into trouble. In the past two years, it was Shopkeeper He who took care of Qiao Fangzhi's daughter." Prefect Xiong thought for a moment and added, "You don't know the relationship between Shopkeeper He and Qiao Fangzhi, right? Boss He is considered the last disciple of Master Qiao. When they were in Jing County, Master Qiao raised Boss He and his son together."
Wen Fucheng frowned, thought for a moment and then said, "Ask them to stand up."
Prefect Xiong raised his chin, and a clerk trotted to Xianjin and bowed to invite him, "It's too hot out back, so the two girls should follow me and stand in front."
Xiong Youyou pushed Xianjin from behind and whispered in his ear, "Show off in front of the adults more often. It will do you good."
Xianjin then took the fat little Huahua and walked forward and stood in front of the formation of officials.
Wen Fucheng nodded from a distance, "He, Shopkeeper, how are you?"
Xianjin bowed his head and saluted, "Master Wen, how are you?"
Before they had time to exchange pleasantries, they heard the sound of horse hooves. The city gate creaked open and a tall, chestnut horse galloped in.
The man on the horse stood tall, holding the saddle rope in one hand and waving the whip in the other. Once he entered the city, he whipped the horse to stop it and jumped off.
The man was wearing a dark brown straight-legged robe with dark silk patterns, tied around his waist with a white jade belt. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and was tall and strong. He looked extremely upright. He dismounted from his horse smoothly, and when he stood still, he clasped his hands together, and the sound was like dry leaves being swept into the riverbank.
"Student Qiao Hui greets Minister Wen, Wang Xuezheng, Magistrate Xiong, and all the others."
"Brother! Brother!" Little Fatty Huahua covered his mouth and burst into tears, leaning towards Xianjin while crying.
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