Chapter 29 Beating the Censor's Grandson
"Fifth Miss, the master is waiting for you in the front hall."
Ji Qingwu walked out of the yard quickly, and the soles of his shoes were almost sparking.
The children who can enter the study room to study are all outstanding, and their families are all powerful and wealthy.
Her brows were furrowed as she asked the servant beside her, "Do you know who Jiujiu had a fight with?"
"......He is the little grandson of the Censor Yan Zongrang, Yan Bing." The servant's voice was very nervous.
This news made Ji Qingwu's eyes darken.
The official position of the Censor was second only to the Prime Minister, but the most special thing about him was that he had the privilege of supervising all officials and admonishing the emperor.
He just happened to offend the one who was the most difficult to offend.
She asked, "How old is the child?"
The boy replied, "I heard he should be about six or seven years old."
Ji Qingwu's steps suddenly stopped, and he felt even more uneasy. If Jiujiu fought with a boy who was much older than him, he would suffer a great loss.
She was very anxious, and seeing that there was no one around, she simply started jogging along the long corridor, holding up her skirt.
Above the pavilion on the rockery.
There were several guests of the Qiao family who were enjoying the view from a high place while composing poetry, playing chess, and other elegant activities. They happened to see the figure running in the corridor.
Daughters of aristocratic families have always pursued chastity and tranquility, and they value being as quiet as a virgin. This is the first time they have seen a woman running so freely.
The young man in purple was a new guest of the Qiao family. He curiously asked the people around him, "Brother Li, do you know who this woman is?"
The man in white sitting behind the chess table, with long eyebrows like willows and a body as straight as a jade tree, holding a white jade chess piece in his hand, looked over when he heard the words.
The dark blue gauze skirt swayed with the woman's footsteps.
The white waist belt holds the slender waist and the sleeves flutter, just like a painting of a beauty in ink.
Even until her figure disappeared in the corridor, the man in purple was still staring at her with unsatisfied eyes.
"Brother Li, this girl is really like what they say, she moves as fast as a rabbit. You have been in the Qiao Mansion for a long time, do you know which lady she is in the mansion? Is she married?"
Judging from the direction she was heading, it should be the front hall.
Li Chengxun put down the chess piece in his hand and said calmly, "I have never seen it either."
The person who was playing chess with Li Chengxun was called Liu Nian. He said, "I heard from the servants that the granddaughter of the Ji family came today. I saw that this person came out from the old lady's yard. It should be her."
The purple-shirted man couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Brother Liu, is this the young lady from the Ji family who was living away from home and just returned home recently?"
Liu Nian sneered and said, "What young lady? She is just a widow with a child. Her dead husband was a crude soldier. So what if he was from the Ji family?"
Seeing the purple-shirted man's pity, Liu Nian's eyes focused and he said frivolously: "Don't be silly. It's okay to play with a girl like this on a whim, but marrying her home as your legal wife will only make people laugh at you."
Li Chengxun ignored what they were saying, dropped the last chess piece, and raised his eyebrows.
"The winner has been decided."
"Hey, Chengxun! Your killing move is too cruel. You don't give me any face at all."
The chess skills of the two were not at the same level, and today Liu Nian insisted on playing chess with him.
Li Chengxun stood up and left the pavilion.
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Ji Qingwu arrived at the front hall.
As I walked through the door, I saw a lot of people gathered inside and the atmosphere was very solemn.
She immediately saw a small figure standing in the corner. The little girl had her head lowered, her eyes fixed on her feet, and her hands were placed neatly in front of her belly. It was obvious that she had just been scolded.
It seemed that there was no injury, and Ji Qingwu felt a little relieved.
“Chirp.”
The woman's gentle voice broke the silence in the hall.
Everyone looked over.
Ji Qingwu stepped over the threshold and walked slowly to the center of the room.
When Jiujiu saw her mother coming, she pouted her little mouth and tears welled up in her eyes. Her pitiful appearance made Ji Qingwu feel sad.
But there were many people in the hall, so Ji Qingwu still had to follow the rules. He did not hug her directly to comfort her, but first bowed to Qiao Menghan, who was sitting in the main seat in the hall.
"Grandfather."
Old Master Qiao looked uneasy, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "You are here."
Sitting below Qiao Menghan was an old man with an even uglier face, a goatee, thin cheeks and high cheekbones.
When he saw her, he asked coldly, "Are you the mother of this girl?"
"Xiao Wu, this is the Censor Yan Zongrang, Lord Yan." Old Lord Qiao introduced.
Ji Qingwu bowed again and said hello: "Hello, Master Yan."
"I can't afford the Ji family's gift."
Censor Yan turned away and refused her greeting. "I should have gone directly to the Ji residence, but it was Elder Qiao who persuaded me to come here. I am sorry for disturbing Elder Qiao's peace."
Yan Zongrang was indeed an eloquent and remonstrant censor. With just a few words, he cleared the Qiao family of all charges. Although his words were polite, his implication was that this was the Ji family's business and Old Master Qiao was not allowed to interfere.
Ji Qingwu didn't feel embarrassed even though she was refuted on the spot. She stood up straight.
His tone was still gentle, "Master Yan, you waited for me to come, is there anything you want to say?"
Censor Yan raised his eyes and spoke directly, "You don't have to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Go and see what your daughter has done to my grandson Yan Bing!"
Um?
Ji Qingwu had just learned about the fight and subconsciously put his daughter in the position of the victim.
I never expected that it was Jiujiu who bullied others.
Following Censor Yan's finger, Ji Qingwu noticed the boy hiding behind the chair.
Compared with Jiujiu, this child was tall and strong, like a white steamed bun with yeast dough, but now his face was covered with bruises, with a large purple patch on his forehead and scratches on the right side of his cheek, turning him into a steamed bun with flowery skin.
Ji Qingwu looked at Yan Bing, then at Jiujiu.
The meaning was easy to understand, but she really couldn't understand how Jiujiu could beat him?
Censor Yan also felt a little embarrassed, "Your daughter is a cruel and ruthless person. My grandson has a good character. A good man does not fight with a woman, so he was bullied by her."
Then he said angrily: "Tell me, what should I do? If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I will file a complaint with the emperor tomorrow!"
Complain to the Emperor...
Ji Qingwu's calm expression finally changed. Seeing her pursed lips and looking a little flustered, Censor Yan shook his robe and snorted.
"My patience is limited."
"Why don't we listen to what the children have to say?" Ji Qingwu sighed and discussed.
Censor Yan said: "What else is there to say? My grandson's face is the evidence. It's all in front of you."
Ji Qingwu approached Yan Bing. The boy held the armrests of the chair tightly and didn't dare to look at her.
She looked at him closely from a distance and found that he had a really nice round face.
She said softly, "Young Master Yan."
Yan Bing then raised his face and looked at her, his lips trembling, he shrank his neck guiltily, and then lowered his head again.
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