"I heard that Magistrate Yang and his family moved to the capital after being promoted. I wonder what official position he holds now?" Yu Jiao suddenly asked.
Ever since Yang Jiyan acted like a spoiled child in front of Yu Qizhe last time, Shen Guan had a problem with it. She was reluctant to go to Yang's mansion to play with Yang Jiyan these days. Shen Guan thought Yu Jiao also knew that Yang Jiyan was fond of Yu Qizhe, so she said, "Uncle Yang has been in Qingzhou for more than ten years. He will be promoted and stay in the capital this time. I heard from my father that Uncle Yang will take up the position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel."
Yu Jiao thought silently in her heart that the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was a third-rank official position.
Immediately, Yu Jiao not only showed a self-deprecating smile, but she was still concerned about whether something had happened between Yang Jiyan and Yu Qizhe, otherwise she would not have the ridiculous idea of comparing the official positions of Yang Yuanchen and Liu Yu.
Seeing that Yu Jiao looked a little unhappy, Chen Wan asked with concern, "Are you tired? How about we go back to the pavilion and sit for a while?"
Yu Jiao nodded, and the two returned to the pavilion. Liu Yaoyu and the others were chatting happily. Yu Jiao had just sat down in the pavilion when she heard Miss Song Er say, "That scholar won the first prize in the poetry meeting in Xinglou and matched the couplet of Changle County Lady. But he just refused Liu Miwu's invitation to avoid paying for a meal. It's interesting to think about it now. It's rare to see such a unique scholar."
Liu Yaoyu said with a look of regret, "My mother kept me at home to learn needlework those days, and I missed such an interesting thing."
Yu Jiao realized that what they were talking about was the same thing that Chen Guan had just told her. It turned out that, unknown to her, Yu Qizhe had already attracted the attention of so many people.
Miss Cui Wu, Cui Qiong, said, "I was in Xinglou that day, but I didn't even see the scholar. I only heard that he was a candidate for the spring examination."
"He is just a bookworm who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination. What's so worth seeing about him?" Wei Min said coldly. "He wrote poems just to avoid paying for food and drinks. It's obvious that he is profit-oriented. If all the scholars in the world are like him, using their talents to eat for free, then even if he passes the exam and becomes an official, he may not be a good official."
Cui Qiong smiled and said, "Wei Min, what you said is biased. If the scholar really values money, he would take this opportunity to make a name for himself in Xinglou. In this way, he would be able to get more than one meal for free. He would not leave without revealing his name."
Wei Min retorted, "Hiding one's true intentions and protecting one's true intentions is not upright at all. How can this be what a real man does?"
Miss Song II looked at the two with amusement. Seeing that Cui Qiong wanted to argue, she hurriedly said, "Okay, stop arguing. Wei Min looks down on scholars the most and prefers brave warriors who practice martial arts and defend their country. Cui Qiong, you know this."
Liu Yaoyu joined in the fun and asked Wei Min with a smile, "You look down on all the scholars in the capital. I want to know which young man can be favored by our eldest lady Wei?"
The eyes of several people in the pavilion all fell on Wei Min's face. Wei Min panicked and tried to remain calm, but that arrogant, handsome and ostentatious face flashed through her mind, and her face turned red uncontrollably.
Liu Yaoyu and Miss Song looked at each other and saw that Wei Min's face turned red. It really looked like she was hiding someone in her heart. They became more curious.
Cui Qiong couldn't help but shook Wei Min's arm, "Go ahead and tell me."
Wei Min glanced at Yu Jiao and saw that she was looking at him. Their eyes met, and the other person's eyes were clear and pure, as if she was unaware of anything.
Wei Min retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and said in a somewhat bluffing voice, "Are you guys annoying?"
"Since you don't tell me, I'll just guess." Liu Yaoyu shook his head, pretending to be thoughtful. "There are many young men in the capital who practice martial arts, but not many of them join the army. The eldest son of the Minister of War is in the Northwest Army, but he's already married. The man our Miss Wei has in mind is definitely not him."
Miss Song Er reminded, "They may not be soldiers from the border. They may also be from the Beijing Defense Camp and the Five Cities Military Command. They are all soldiers who practice martial arts."
Liu Yaoyu's eyes lit up and she said, "Could it be the third son of Dingbei Marquis Feng's family? This is not good. I heard that the marriages of several sons and daughters of the Zhongyong Marquis's family were all arranged by Empress Feng herself."
Wei Min twisted Liu Yaoyu's arm and said, "Shut up and stop making random guesses. It's not nice for others to hear you!"
"The commander of the Five Cities Army seems to be Young Marquis Gu, right?" Cui Qiong suddenly said from the side.
Wei Min's heart tightened. Afraid of being noticed, she stood up suddenly and pretended to be unhappy. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go back to the theater."
Liu Yaoyu was afraid of making people angry. After all, they were in her own house. She reached out to pull Wei Min to sit down, smiled and said in a gentle voice, "We won't say anything more. Don't be upset. If you weren't always so picky and looked down on this and that, we wouldn't have made such a fuss to punish you."
Miss Song Er also smiled and poured a cup of tea for Wei Min herself, saying, "Sit down and have a cup of tea to calm down."
Wei Min naturally didn't really want to quarrel with them, so she sat down on the steps again. She took a sip of tea and suddenly looked up at Yu Jiao, "I noticed that the young Marquis seemed to take good care of Miss Liu San. Did you know each other before?"
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