Chapter 258 Life in the capital
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"What kind of official position is the Sima of the capital?"
On the way out of the palace, Jiang Changtian asked his in-laws earnestly.
The eunuch who saw him off was speechless and looked up at the sky.
Meng Qingshe said, "I don't know either. When the emperor is happy, he agrees to everything, but forgets it the next moment. Maybe there are too many concubines in the harem, and the concubines always make wishes, so this happens. But the emperor has talked to you, and he should remember it in a few days. Then you will know what official position you have got."
The eunuch who followed him:...
Are you saying that the emperor is a scumbag? Or are you saying that the emperor is forgetful? Or what are you talking about? Do you feel that your head is too heavy on your shoulders and want to move it?
Jiang Changtian nodded: "The emperor is the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven, it is normal for him to do whatever he wants."
Meng Qingshe replied: "That's not okay. Sometimes the ministers will report him, no matter what he does. Didn't Jingzhou have an earthquake a while ago? The ministers asked the emperor to take the blame and asked him to write a confession of guilt. Whenever there is such a natural disaster, the emperor will be blamed. Brother Jiang, don't be obsessed with being an official. Being an official is very hard. It's enough to take the blame every now and then. And you are too straightforward. It's easy to get into trouble when you are an official. Those civil servants are also very honest. Very bad."
Jiang Changtian shook his head seriously and said, "If it was just me, I wouldn't mind, but I brought my wife and children to Beijing. I asked my daughter what she was going to do in Beijing, and she actually said that she wanted to be humble. It can be seen that she knows that I am of low status and power and dare not cause trouble. Imagine if our two eldest grandsons go out in the future and are beaten by other people's children, who are higher than us in rank, and we are not only unable to beat them back, but also have to apologize in person, wouldn't we be angry?"
Meng Qingshe's face turned red when she heard this.
She turned around and wanted to go to the palace.
Jiang Changtian pulled her back.
"No hurry, no hurry, we have a long time to come. The two grandsons can't even turn over yet, so they shouldn't go out and cause trouble. My daughter is actually very obedient and sensible."
The two of them went out of the palace, talking back and forth, each word was a death sentence.
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The eunuch who sent the two out wiped the sweat from his head.
It was a cold day, but he was scared by these two people.
There are eyes everywhere in the palace. If you take a step or say a word, someone will turn around and tell others.
You two are so good, you are here to discuss and arrange the emperor.
It's okay that Meng Qingshe is not afraid to enter the palace because of General Meng.
Why does Lord Jiang look like he is strolling in his own garden?
The eunuch returned to the emperor and repeated the words of the two just now to the emperor word for word with expression.
The emperor listened to the gossip as if he was listening to it, but he was not angry at all. He
even laughed.
"The emperor is the son of heaven, and he can say what he wants. I want him to do whatever he wants."
The emperor laughed.
The palace maids and eunuchs around him also laughed.
For a while, the surroundings were filled with a happy atmosphere.
After laughing,
the emperor asked Wen Xin who was sitting opposite him.
"Is this Jiang Er the man your sister likes? It's really interesting. He looks not only good-looking but also kind. Wenxin, you deserved to lose."
Eunuch Yan rubbed his brow helplessly, glanced at the emperor with some resentment and said, "Your Majesty, we should follow the order of first come first served. I came to your side first, and Jiang Er came later. But before I came to the capital, I was worried that I would die on the road to my sister's three children. Let them worship me as their godfather. If they really get into trouble, can I use my power to bully others for them? "
The emperor laughed again.
His face was flushed with laughter and he was in a good mood.
Wenxin is also a naughty one who pretends to be a saint.
After being an emperor for most of his life, he is now extremely suspicious and willful, which is extremely contradictory.
He is very open-minded about everything, but also very open-minded about everything. He
likes people who speak directly when they have something to say, and speak directly when they want an official position.
Everyone says that he favors Prince Han alone, and he even heard rumors that he has an affair with the princess and that Prince Han is the emperor's child.
He ordered people to execute those who were talking nonsense.
He likes Prince Han because he is straightforward.
He speaks directly for whatever he wants, and it is clear on his face.
And he depends on him a lot.
Thinking of this, it seems that the boy has not been to the palace for several days.
The emperor ordered him to be called into the palace to show care for the young man.
Outside the window, the birds are singing happily.
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"Chirp, chirp."
Early in the morning.
Awakened by the sound of birds.
Mianmian washed her face, brushed her teeth, and applied facial cream under the care of Pang Ya.
Then she combed her hair and picked out clothes.
The process of picking out clothes is very complicated.
There are so many clothes.
I really want to choose and feel happy.
I guess this is rarely an activity in boys’ lives.
Mianmian looked at her wardrobe full of clothes and picked out a light blue skirt.
Blue is very picky about skin color.
If you are a little darker, you can’t wear blue.
But now she is glowing white.
She is blessed with blue.
The combination of blue and white looks very good.
There are no coats or quilted jackets here, only skirts, the difference is thick skirts and thin skirts.
You can wear clothes inside the skirt.
You can wear a cape outside.
The skirt is also layered.
Several layers.
It consumes a lot of fabric.
And the embroidery on it is very delicate, and a very gorgeous pattern is made stitch by stitch.
A lot of her clothes are in her luggage this time.
There was also an embroiderer among the pedestrians, who made clothes for her. She was
a private tailor in her own house.
Only rich people had a lot of clothes.
Clothes cost a lot of fabric, and they became old after a few washes.
They were all hand-cut, made and dyed.
They were pure and natural, and there was no need to worry about chemical pigments. They were
very beautiful.
But they were expensive.
Expensiveness was a concern for her parents, not Mianmian.
Mianmian put on her skirt, and the hem of her skirt fluttered when she walked, which was very beautiful.
When she put on her clothes and went out,
she saw that the door next door had just opened.
A young man in a snow-white robe came out.
The boy's skin was actually whiter than Mianmian's.
Maybe it was because he didn't like sunbathing. His
skin was a sickly white.
He walked out, neither unhappy nor happy.
But the overall feeling is very sad.
It's early in the morning.
The birds are singing so lively.
The sun is so bright.
The grass on the ground has emotions. But
he doesn't.
He is very quiet.
Like an extremely negative hypothyroidism patient.
However, hypothyroidism will cause obesity, and Chong Ge has a moderate figure, even a little thin, so it shouldn't be the case.
Or maybe he has mild depression?
No, it should be moderate.
Mianmian thought about doing a few questions for Chong Ge to test one day.
The two finished breakfast.
Mianmian actively wanted to accompany Chong Ge to pick up the little flower turtle.
Brother Heita and Wei Biao accompanied him.
Brother Heita's beard was neatly groomed and cut into a round shape, which looked pretty good.
When Heita and Wei Biao were standing together, they unexpectedly wore the same clothes.
If others wore the same clothes, whoever was ugly would be embarrassed. But when
Heita and Wei Biao wore the same clothes, whoever was ugly would be arrogant.
Wei Biao was big and strong, with a face full of flesh. He looked like a villain, ugly, fierce and arrogant.
Heita didn't expect that after going around in circles, he would return to the Jiang family.
But the Jiang family is not the same as before, and they don't live in the village anymore. It is much better than before.
The little kid who couldn't walk steadily back then has now become a graceful young lady, but he is still single.
Mianmian is very happy to be able to go out. She
exudes a happy aura.
A Niang arranged for him to take a carriage.
She doesn't have much else, but she has a lot of good horses and carriages.
It is also good to go out in a carriage.
Because some sections of the road can be very dirty.
Mianmian discovered when she entered the city that the city center was very clean, but the places on the outskirts of the city were quite smelly and the sanitation was not good. It was not as clean as Jingzhou.
With the curtains open, she could also look around. When she was tired, she could lie down in the carriage.
Her carriage was very comfortable. There was a small table where she could even make tea. There were also many snacks prepared.
Pangya, she and Chongge were in the carriage.
Wei Biao and Heita hurried in.
Zi Congheng was a deadbeat and seldom went out.
I don't understand why some people are so happy to go out.
People outside were noisy and disorderly.
Fortunately, we were in the carriage.
Looking at the little girl sitting cross-legged opposite, because her skirt is too many layers, she looks like a fairy sitting on a flower, with her head held high, proud, and a plum in her mouth, her left cheek bulging, and then her right cheek bulging.
It doesn't seem that difficult.
As a result, when the carriage passed a snack street.
Mianmian wanted to get off.
And she pulled Chongge into the pancake stall, and her face split from side to side.
This kind of thing can't be done by Heita and Wei Biao, why do you have to squeeze in and grab it yourself.
"You don't understand, it smells better if you grab it like this." Mianmian took the hot pancake in her hand and pressed Chongge to sit on a small table and chair on the roadside to eat it.
Sesame seeds flew all over the pancake.
The crispy biscuit crumbs fell to the ground.
The biscuits were a little hot, and my fingers were warm.
It smelled very good.
People were coming and going on the street, and their footsteps were hurried.
There was sunshine and wind.
The wind blew many banners.
The erlang biscuits on the top of the biscuit shop flew particularly high.
The boss who sold biscuits was tall, and it was a husband-and-wife shop. His wife was not beautiful, but there was a big mole at the corner of her mouth, and she was nimble.
One kneaded the dough and baked the biscuits, and the other collected money and packed the biscuits.
Mianmian stuffed the biscuit into Chong Ge's mouth.
"Brother, you have to eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
When his lips touched the hot biscuit, it was a little salty and had the aroma of sesame.
Sitting in a small roadside stall, blowing the cold wind, basking in the warm sun, and eating hot biscuits.
People come and go.
"Brother, can you make pancakes? How about we open a pancake shop? You make the pancakes and I'll charge you."
"I can't."
"Brother, what can you do?"
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