The weak scholar Xu Wenqu climbed over the railing with difficulty: "Please give me a hand."
"No," Qu Sinian not only did not pull, but also stepped back: "You may have to go down to put fish food in the future, it's better to get used to it sooner."
Xu Wenqu turned over and deliberately pushed him. Qu Sinian was pushed back and smiled as he grabbed his hand: "Why is the water so clear? Because a talented person fell into the water."
Xu Wenqu burst out laughing: "We have oil at home, no need to pump it."
Yan Shiyue asked faintly: "Excuse me, when can you two see me?"
The two of them then saw her coming and turned around. Qu Sinian bowed and asked, "What's that look in your eyes?"
Yan Shiyue said: "I just wonder why you two are so angry." Especially when he saw Huo Nan and Wei Bo first and then looked over here, he felt that something was particularly wrong.
Qu Sinian asked curiously: "What does 'gei li gei qi' mean?"
“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about this anymore.” Yan Shiyue waved her hand: “Sir, I’m not saying anything bad about you, but your health is really bad. I can poke him with one finger…” She stretched out a finger, pretending to poke him, and then stopped halfway.
Just when everyone thought this guy was still polite, she changed her little finger and poked him: "I can push you down."
...
...
Xu asked the channel: "How can it be so exaggerated?"
Yan Shiyue pushed him away casually: "Watch me!"
The training these days was not as tough as it seemed, but it was useful. She didn't even need to hold the railing, she just jumped down and stood steadily on the stool.
Then she showed up, holding the railing with one hand, and flipped over lightly, hooking her feet on the bench. As she fell, the bench fell to the ground with a clatter. She sat down, crossed her legs, and raised her eyebrows at the two of them.
Both of them were a little shocked. Even Xu Wenqu didn't know that her skills were so beautiful now.
Qu Sinian said: "The Prime Minister is really as light as a swallow."
"It's just so-so." Although it was just a showpiece and might not be able to escape quickly, it was enough to scare the two scholars.
Yan Shiyue sat there happily for a while, then asked, "Why don't you sit for a while longer? We're going to have dinner."
"Ah?" Yan Shiyue stood up: "You haven't eaten yet? Then what did you do? I've finished eating! Go ahead, I'll go to your study to practice calligraphy for a while."
She went to the study to practice calligraphy.
By the time the two scholars came back from dinner, she had only written less than seven pages.
Xu Wenqu picked up a photo and looked at it, saying, "After all, the injury still has some impact. It was fine before."
Yan Shiyue said as she practiced: "Do you write every day? Why don't you get rusty with your hands?"
Xu Wen Channel: "Yes, I write every day."
Qu Sinian also nodded.
Yan Shiyue was speechless and continued to practice calmly.
When she finally finished writing ten pages, she threw down the pen, sat down and started rubbing her hands.
Xu Wenqu frowned, put away her pen and wiped off the splattered ink.
Qu Sinian smiled and poured her a cup of tea, and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you, Lord?"
"Yes," Yan Shiyue said, "Aye said he wanted me to go to the Ministry of Revenue."
Qu Sinian was surprised: "Ministry of Revenue?"
He put down his teacup and said, "The Minister of Revenue was originally from Jin Hejiao, but was replaced by Lin Fujian's disciple named Sima Long at the beginning of the year. He is a smiling tiger, smiling at everyone he sees, but in fact he is very cunning and shrewd."
He paused, "Lin Fujian is a completely different person from Jin Heqiao. He doesn't care about face, he only cares about interests. Sima Long can be said to be of the same lineage as him... One of the assistant ministers of the Ministry of Revenue was originally Lin Fujian's eldest son Lin Weizhong. After his exile, the position was temporarily vacant. The other person is Jia Xuanjing. I'm not sure about this person either. I haven't heard of anyone he is close to."
Yan Shiyue said: "Then tell me, what did Aye want me to do when he asked me to go to the Ministry of Revenue?"
Qu Sinian smiled and said, "I guess the emperor wants to see what you can do."
He paused and said, "We can all guess where others go, what they can do, and what they will do, but it is really hard to predict where you go and what will happen. The Ministry of Revenue is important, so the emperor wants to see if you can do anything."
Yan Shiyue pinched her chin, thinking deeply. Qu Sinian waited quietly. After a long while, she asked Xu Wenqu, "Why are there no snacks in your study?"
Qu Sinian: “…”
Yan Shiyue waved: "What's wrong with you? How can there be no snacks when serving tea?"
Someone immediately brought snacks over. Yan Shiyue washed his hands and asked while eating: "How about I do some state-owned business?"
Qu Sinian asked: "What does the Prime Minister mean..."
Ding Xiaoyan came in from outside and saluted with a smile: "Mr. Qu."
Qu Sinian was stunned for a moment: "Butler Ding?" He stood up and returned the greeting: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
"Oh," Yan Shiyue said, "Because I think those who are capable should do more work! So I asked Xiaoyan to ask you for advice."
"Yes," Ding Xiaoyan said, "The mansion receives a lot of invitations every day. I would like to ask you how to deal with them?"
Qu Sinian was slightly startled and looked at Yan Shiyue.
Seeing that he had no dissatisfaction, Yan Shiyue was quite pleasantly surprised, so she said, "Thank you for your help. My work here is not urgent. I'll go take a look first. Can you please help Xiaoyan?"
You have to know that in this era, the greatest reliance is for the superior to share "family affairs" with you, Qu Sinian bowed.
Yan Shiyue continued to eat snacks while Xu Wenqu stood at the desk and wrote. After writing a few pages, he sat down. Yan Shiyue poured him a cup of tea. Xu Wenqu said, "Don't think too much. Just go with the flow. I don't think the emperor expects you to change your temper."
"I know!" Yan Shiyue said, "I am just that kind of person, and I only know this way. But if I were a knife, it would naturally be up to the person holding the knife to decide how to use it, so I never think too much about it."
Xu Wenqu looked at her, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Yan Shiyue said again: "Sir, I'm thinking about a question. Can Qu Sinian not be the imperial tutor? You know, this position is precious, but we don't lack imperial tutors. So where do you think he is more suitable to go?"
Xu Wen asked: "If you want to use him to inspect the officials, it must be the Ministry of Personnel!"
Yan Shiyue said "Oh" and nodded: "Got it."
Yan Shirui was the Minister of Personnel, so her people could not go to the Ministry of Personnel anymore. She clapped her hands and said, "Then I'll leave."
She just left.
Mr. Xu was left looking at her half-eaten plate. He held his forehead and asked someone to come in and clean up. He also ordered: "Next time Your Highness comes, serve some snacks. Make sure they don't fall apart."
He responded respectfully.
Not long after Yan Shiyue returned to her room, Huo Qijing came back. He had drunk a little wine, and the wrinkles in his eyes looked particularly deep, with the corners of his eyes slightly red. He was so handsome that he was delicious.
She jumped up and hugged his waist: "A Jing, A Jing."
He smiled and put his arm around her. Seeing a bowl of hangover soup on the table, he asked, "Mine?" He picked up the bowl and drank it. He picked her up and kissed her, whispering, "Three times, okay?"
"No," she pushed his face away: "Don't kiss me, it smells, just once."
He smiled and continued to kiss her: "Then twice will do."
"Hello!!!"
To be honest, those who only talk about the number of times instead of the endurance are all hooligans.
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