The Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple was a fourth-rank official. Although he did not often live in the inner city, the house allocated by the Ministry of Personnel was still there.
Of course, this house was not idle. The judge who disliked Han Zeyu moved in with his family.
His son's mansion, isn't that his mansion!
Since I'm free anyway, I might as well place my concubines and beautiful maids here and let them serve me nearby.
Originally, Han Zeyu followed here just to check things out and see why the old man was targeting him.
As luck would have it, as soon as the old man got home and changed his coat, he started to look down on a young man.
The boy's eyes and eyebrows showed a childish look, and he looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.
With slender wrists, he lifted the copper basin above his head and knelt upright on the ground.
Han Zeyu was stunned. What was this? A human-shaped washbasin stand?
I didn't expect that the old man would have such a hobby. He is a complete pervert.
Han Zeyu kicked up and knocked down the two-meter-high courtyard wall.
The flying brick and stone debris "accidentally" scratched the astonished old face.
As the dust settled, Han Zeyu had long since disappeared.
He kept thinking along the way, could it be that this old guy saw that he was the young man and was targeting him on purpose?
This idea was finally verified when Su Shien returned home the next day.
At noon that day, the public kitchen of the Hanlin Academy.
After listening to the gossip for a while, Su Shien felt a little unsatisfied.
Scholars have too many concerns and talk too superficially, which is not satisfying at all.
Just as Su Shien was cleaning up the dishes with a dull mood, Gu Chengyi, the know-it-all from the Hanlin Academy, came over.
"Brother Mingran, where did you buy the hardcover notebook you used? Can you give me some pointers?"
Su Shien pretended to be noble: "Sorry, that's not for sale."
Gu Chengyi was not discouraged: "So this unique notebook was made by Brother Mingran himself."
Su Shien pretended to be serious: "Gu Tanhua, you are joking. It's just ordinary stationery, how can you call it exquisite?"
Gu Chengyi continued, "Actually, I know a little bit about the victims of the wall collapse incident."
That's too much! He said it so bluntly: "Tell me, how many books do you want?"
Gu Chengyi smiled brightly and stretched out a hand to shake it.
Su Shien turned around and left. He wanted five books, for free. It was really an exorbitant price to ask for.
"Brother Mingran, please stay. If it's not suitable, we can talk slowly. Don't leave in a hurry!"
Finally, after fierce bargaining, Gu Chengyi, who had lost both his wife and his army, paid twenty taels of silver and got the eleven notebooks promised by Su Shien.
Although the money was not much, Gu Chengyi felt upset. It was true that businessmen were profit-driven and asked for exorbitant prices.
However, this is a good first step, and we will take the second step step by step.
His ultimate goal was to get a hardcover notebook signed by "Mr. Erqi" and give it to his fiancée.
Su Shien's vest did not fall off, but the stationery on his desk revealed the fact that he was very "capable".
Gu Chengyi thought Su Shien was a die-hard fan of Mr. Erqi, who had countless peripheral products.
Su Shien relayed second-hand information to Han Zeyu, that the father of the Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple was well-known.
She likes to collect handsome men and beautiful women, and hates young men.
Han Zeyu understood, his true identity was indeed seen through.
But it doesn’t matter. If the old man dares to come and seek death, just send him away early.
The next day is the finals, and I heard that there will be a lot of people watching.
Han Zeyu was a little nervous. At this time, he was particularly envious of Xiao Hei, who was very calm. He was truly ignorant and fearless.
"Xiao Hei, I'm not afraid of you being nervous, I'm just afraid of you getting carried away. You have to stay calm when the time comes."
Xiao Hei felt that he was extremely stable and had no need to worry at all.
"There will definitely be many excellent horses in the finals, either with superior qualifications or noble bloodlines. Don't feel inferior when the time comes."
Xiao Hei snorted angrily. "Is this human language? What's wrong with it?"
"It doesn't matter if you're a little fat. It's not your fault. Our food is just too good. If there are those uncultured onlookers pointing fingers at you, you'd better ignore them."
Xiao Hei really wanted to beat him, but was afraid that he couldn't beat him.
He thought that the person in front of him was the most uncultured. In his short three-year life, most of the bad words he said came from Han Zeyu. This person was the worst.
Han Zeyu looked straight ahead, still trying to comfort Xiao Hei: "Don't be afraid if you lose. I won't shave your hair, change your hairstyle, confiscate your gold chain, or deduct your food expenses, turning you into a gelding like Lao Huang..."
Xiao Hei lowered his head silently. Between being angry and being cowardly, he wisely chose to be angry and be cowardly.
However, although he appeared respectful, he cursed worse than anyone else in his heart.
The eve of the highly anticipated and exciting finals has finally arrived.
Su Shien bravely asked for sick leave from the Hanlin scholar despite everyone's suspicious gaze.
Tiezhu is lucky, as tomorrow is his day off.
It’s no wonder that Tiezhu, this good-for-nothing, was not raised in vain. He really comes to help when something happens!
With the help of He Mengying and Zhao Xun, Tiezhu made a majestic banner.
I wanted to write the master's name on it, which means "become famous in one battle and know the world."
After Su Shien learned about it, he decisively killed this idea in the cradle.
And he became famous overnight? Are they afraid that no one would know him, so they have to expand his popularity?
Winning a game may attract a lot of hatred behind the scenes, so we can't be a sitting duck.
Tiezhu thought about it and it made sense. His master said that he should always keep a low profile.
Han Zeyu was heartbroken. He had said so much nonsense, why did Tiezhu only remember this one sentence?
Do you understand the saying "be famous early"? Do you still want to break out of the circle? The opportunity to become famous is so rare!
Su Shien suppressed the restless monkey with his eyes.
Han Zeyu sat upright, kneeling together, hands on his knees, staring at Master Su without blinking, his eyes clear and innocent.
Su Shien was exhausted and wrote the four characters "旗开得胜" in cursive script.
This has a good implication. Han Zeyu said that her husband is very talented and he is very satisfied.
Tiezhu curled his lips in disdain. Where is your pride? Where is your unyielding spirit? Master, you have changed.
The fickle Han Zeyu took the impatient Xiao Hei to the final rehearsal.
The most exciting event in the competition is the sprint race, but Han Zeyu did not sign up for this event.
He still has this self-awareness, after all, everyone has their own expertise.
His little black horse ran happily and vigorously, almost as fast as a middle-aged yellow horse, so he didn't waste the registration fee.
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