As soon as Xianjin finished speaking, Wen Fucheng's face turned very ugly. He turned to Prefect Xiong and smiled, "Old Xiong, Xuancheng Prefecture is still under the jurisdiction of Nanzhili, and Yingtian Prefecture still has jurisdiction over the local area."
The entire Xuancheng Prefecture, from top to bottom, from the chief to the little maids, all united in rejecting him.
It doesn't give any face at all.
Prefect Xiong was calm and composed. "Brother Wen, you can take care of it. No one is stopping you. If you really want Old Qiao to go to Yingtian Prefecture, then I have an idea for you—"
Prefect Xiong paused, then said cheerfully, "The Yingtian Prefecture has submitted a petition to give the Yingtian Prefecture prefectural governor position to Old Qiao. It is not an insult to Old Qiao to be a third-rank official. He will definitely go!"
Wen Fucheng's throat choked: Why did he condescend to lick the head of the Qiaoshan, wasn't it just for the position of prefect? The position has been given up, why is he still excited!
Wen Fucheng narrowed his eyes, sneered, and said in a muffled voice, "Good, good, good, Xuancheng Prefecture is great!"
Good enough to wear a pair of pants!
Wen Fucheng laughed twice more, and looked at Prefect Xiong with his hands behind his back. After a while, he reached out and patted Prefect Xiong on the shoulder, lowered his head, and said nothing. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he still took a deep breath, forced a smile towards Qiao Fangzhi, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully, "Master Qiao, please think about it slowly. If you have an answer, please let me know."
Awooo, apart from the turtle's head, Wang Fucheng is also really adaptable.
Even though he was being ostracized like this, he still had the nerve to get in front of Qiao Fangzhi.
Why fight for the position of Chancellor Qiao? Yingtian Prefecture already had a problem with Chancellor Qiao. Even though the then prefect had been dismissed and exiled, the people of Yingtian Prefecture should not have been unaware that a top scholar who passed the imperial examinations twice was going to be sent to prison! If someone had stood up and advised, Chancellor Qiao would not be unable to stand up now!
They already had a grudge against each other, so the worst that could happen was that they would never see each other again in this life or the next. Wen Fucheng looked like an orthodox and noble scholar, and he was also a civil servant with his eloquence.
Given his personality, shouldn't he be so persistent in seeking forgiveness, praise, and affection?
Xianjin's doubt continued until the Qiao father and son arrived at the Chen family.
It was already dark and there was rain at night. At this time, there was fog and the eaves and black tiles were looming in the fog.
Old Madam Qu brought all the Chen family members, led by the eldest son's widow, Duan. The second son's Chen Cai and his wife stood side by side with Chen Fu. Chen Fu held his head high, like a rooster crowing in an octagonal cage - if he were to be exposed one day, he would definitely publish a book, "Qingcheng Girl He Xianjin - How I Raised Such an Outstanding Daughter".
Hey Master Qiao!
It’s Qiao Fangzhi!
The plaques on the "Jingxian" city gate were all written by him!
But the first thing I did after returning was to visit Chen’s house!
Why?!
Because Xianjin was very loyal! He was very righteous! He was very bright! He took the risk of his family being confiscated to earn money to support the girl of the Qiao family!
Of course, his daughter is so good, firstly, because of Ainiang's inheritance; secondly, of course, it is because of his words and deeds and the influence of what he saw and heard.
Chen Fu silently raised his foot, took a half step forward, and stood in front of his second brother Chen Cai and his wife - this family would fall apart without him, so what's wrong with him standing up a little!
Old Madam Qu was leaning on her walking stick, standing on tiptoe, anxiously waiting at the entrance of the alley, with an unstoppable smile on her thin and narrow face.
Aunt Qu was filled with joy, "...Our Erlangjun is really blessed. He just passed the mourning period and I thought he would have to wait another two years, but the imperial examination will be held next year! The examination is coming up soon and our mentor is back. Not only is he back, but he is also coming back from the capital in glory and splendor! With Master Qiao's guidance and guidance, our Erlangjun will be the top scorer next year without any hesitation!"
Chen Fu rolled his eyes: Yes, now who can tell whether Chen Erlang is a descendant of the Chen family or the boy Shancai!
Madam Qu was trying hard to suppress her smile, but she still had a stern face, "Don't talk nonsense! It's not that easy to be the top scholar! You can't let this word out of our family - others will laugh at our Chen family for being ignorant of the world!"
Madam Qu clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, the Qiao family is safe, Marquis Dingyuan returned victorious from defeating the Japanese, and the son of Chief Qiao returned safely. Chief Qiao has finally gotten what he deserves after all the hardships he has endured. This is all God's blessing, and it is worth it that my Chen family has treated Baozhu with such care and love."
Chen Fu's eyelids were about to twitch, and he kept repeating to himself: This is your mother, this is your real mother. Many things can be expressed just by rolling your eyes.
Aunt Qu happily agreed that it was a birth.
With the birth of stars, the night sky gradually fell lower and lower, almost touching the edge of the earth.
Madam Qu seemed to be unaware of the passage of time. She patiently and happily waited at the entrance of the alley, turning her head from time to time to ask nervous questions, "Have the mattresses in the Autumn Harvest Pavilion been patted and loosened?" "Have the incense sticks in the outer hall been smoked?" "What about the books? Can the rare ancient books in the collection at home be sorted out and placed in the outer courtyard?"...
In order to relieve Mrs. Qu's anxiety, Second Aunt Qu ran back and forth several times.
The four-cornered sedan chair and the chestnut horse finally arrived.
Old Madam Qu stepped forward, and Chen Cai personally opened the curtain and helped Qiao Fangzhi out.
Madam Qu raised her hand, and Chen Silang, with his hunched shoulders, pushed the wheelchair and asked Qiao Fangzhi to sit down with a humble look.
Along the way, Madam Qu spoke courteously, and Qiao Fangzhi relaxed his expression and nodded at the right time, giving Madam Qu enough face.
"...You have traveled a long way and it was really exhausting. When I heard that you condescended to stay at the Chen family, I quickly cleaned up the Autumn Harvest Pavilion in the outer courtyard, which faces north and south, and prepared a light meal and four sets of long gowns and hats for mid-spring and early summer..."
Madam Qu looked at the tall and angular Qiao Hui again, and could not help but look disappointed. Her words were more sincere, "...Baoyuan came to our house a few years ago to ask Erlang for wine. He was a teenager. Now, under the disaster, he has grown into a young man with broad shoulders, capable of taking on responsibilities, and strong hands to deal with people."
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