Chapter 461 I Should Have Guessed It Was Him

"This is the list of all the students who passed the spring exam."

"There are three people in the first class, one hundred and eighty-three people in the second class, and one hundred and seventy-four people in the third class, a total of three hundred and sixty people."

“All student information is here.”

There was a mountain of documents, and Wei Zhao brought several people with him to move them over.

Xie Zhuoning called all the people he trusted and asked them to review the information of a student together.

"Students who can participate in the Spring Examination must have been verified by the government and have clean backgrounds, so this person could not possibly participate in the name of Xie Heng's concubine's son. He must have another identity. When watching, pay special attention to whether anyone is an adopted son."

"Also, if your parents have the surname Xie or He, you need to pay special attention to that."

"Also, Xiao Jinxuan and I previously speculated that Xie Heng would not have arranged for He Xuanniang and her son to live too far away in order to visit them frequently, so we conducted a thorough investigation of all the people in the capital and the surrounding cities."

"Oh, by the way, the age must be around 20 years old, don't worry about being too young or too old..."

Xie Zhuoning spoke very quickly and everyone turned the pages very quickly as well.

"This is a bit like that, but my age is not suitable..."

"This one meets both criteria, but it's not inherited..."

"this……"

"this……"

Some people were quickly selected, but were quickly eliminated.

After one stick of incense, there was only one name left that met all the criteria.

Wei Zhao handed it to Xie Zhuoning. She opened it and took a look. She couldn't help but laugh mockingly, "I should have guessed it was his."

The surname is He, the orphan and his widowed mother live in Shanyu Village near the outskirts of Beijing...

On the day we first met, he was holding a set of high-quality, expensive writing instruments that even the rich and powerful could rarely afford...

Ming is the generation name for the male members of this generation in the Xie family.

In his previous life, he and Murong Yan were both Xiao Bicheng's right-hand men, but their circumstances were very different.

Murong Yan was suspected many times and experienced many ups and downs. In the end, he relied on his own talents and hard work to reach the position of a powerful official.

In comparison, He Mingyang's official career path was much smoother. It seemed that he always met noble people and rose to prominence.

She originally thought he was just lucky, but now it seems that her second uncle must have been planning and paving the way for him behind the scenes.

"Spread the paper and grind the ink."

Xie Zhuoning stood in front of the desk, picked up his pen, and quickly wrote down eight big characters.

Then he blew it dry, folded it, stuffed it into an envelope along with He Mingyang's information, and handed it to Wei Zhao.

"No matter where Xie Heng is hiding, you must find a way to deliver this thing to him."

"yes."

After Wei Zhao left, Xie Zhuoning asked someone to prepare the carriage and prepared to go out.

"Sister Zhuo Ning, where are you going? I'll go with you." Song Yuqiu knew that she was surrounded by many experts, not only Xia Ju, but also Ling Xiao, the most powerful of Feiyun Guards, and Cong Ming Jueding...

But we are still lacking a medical practitioner, right?

If I get hurt or hurt, it would be much more convenient to have her around.

Xie Zhenning paused for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

Several people got on the carriage and drove all the way out of the capital.

Song Yuqiu lifted the curtain and looked outside. Seeing that it was not the road back to the farmyard, she asked curiously, "Sister Zhuo Ning, where are we going?"

Xie Zhuoning said, "Let's go to Shanyu Village."

After shaking all the way for nearly two or three hours, we finally arrived at our destination.

Feiyunwei, who had just caught up with the car, went down to ask for directions and soon came back. "They said, walk 300 steps inside and you'll find the house with lanterns and decorations."

The roads in the village are too narrow to accommodate a horse-drawn carriage.

Xie Zhuoning and Song Yuqiu got off the car and walked all the way to the gate of the He family's house.

It was a shock when we arrived at the place, it was packed with people.

In addition to the various gentry who came to make friends, there were also various matchmakers who came to discuss marriage.

But without exception, they were all turned away.

An old servant stood at the door, bowing to everyone, "I'm sorry, everyone. My son has caught a cold and can't see guests. Please come back another day."

Seeing this, everyone could only return home in disappointment.

Seeing Xie Zhuoning and the others approaching, the old servant immediately said, "I'm sorry, everyone. My young master has caught a cold and is unable to see guests..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Yuqiu immediately said, "That's great. I am the doctor. Please let us in. I promise that the disease will be cured in a few minutes and you will be a lively and energetic young man again!"

Unexpectedly, he was able to play a role as soon as he arrived. Song Yuqiu was a little complacent and felt lucky that he came along.

Unexpectedly, the old servant who was so polite just now, immediately started to drive her away rudely after hearing her words, "Where did you come from, little girl? You are talking nonsense, and I can't understand what you are saying. Go away! Don't try to find an excuse to get close to my master!"

"You, me, you..." Song Yuqiu was so angry that she wanted to curse, but was stopped by Xie Zhuoning.

She took a step forward and said, "Uncle, I am a good friend of your young master."

"Everyone claims to be our master's friend," the old servant muttered, "Before I passed the exam, I didn't have any friends. After I passed, I had friends everywhere."

Xie Zhuoning was not annoyed and continued, "Whether it is true or not, old man, please tell your son a message from me. Ask him if the writing brush I gave him last time is useful."

"I've already told you, my master has caught a cold and won't see any guests!" The old servant didn't want to say more and prepared to close the door.

Xie Zhuoning suddenly raised his voice, "Whether it is true or not, you will know once you ask. If your master knows that you neglected his friend in the future, I am afraid you will not be able to explain it to him, right?"

The old servant hesitated for a while, but still went in and met his own master.

"Sir, there is a girl outside the door who claims to be your friend..."

"No." He Mingyang had been annoyed by all kinds of girls during this period, and she rejected him mercilessly without waiting for him to finish his words.

The old servant heaved a sigh of relief. "I said she must be looking for a reason to get close to you, and she also asked me to ask you if the writing brush she gave you last time is useful..."

Before he could finish his words, He Ming suddenly got up from the bed, put on some clothes and was about to go out. "Where is she?"

The old servant was startled. "Sir, please don't do that. You are still injured. The doctor said you need to lie down and rest..."

But He Mingyang didn't care, and grabbed the old servant's shoulder as if he didn't feel any pain. "I ask you, where is she?"

"Yes, at the door..."

Before the old servant could finish speaking, He Mingyang had already walked out the door.

From a distance, that figure came into view.

Her figure was slender, like a soft willow branch, but her bones were straight and upright, soft yet strong.

As if she noticed him coming out, she suddenly turned around from talking to someone.

Suddenly, the spring scenery becomes so beautiful that it makes people forget themselves.

He Mingyang stood there, covering his heart.

His heart was pounding wildly and he felt like he was in a state of disarray.