Chapter 228 Pressure
It was Xia Miaoyuan's first time to eat at the Prince's Mansion, and she was very curious. The Empress
had brought her to the Prince's Mansion before, but she was still young at that time and could only drink milk, not eat rice.
"See if the chef in the Prince's Mansion is good!" Xia Miaoyuan came to the flower hall and ran straight to the dining table.
"It's not about whether the chef is good or not, it's about whether the rice cooked by the chef in the Prince's Mansion is good or not!" The prince corrected with a smile.
"Go and invite Mr. Han to have dinner together." The prince ordered.
In less than a cup of tea, Han Qingbo came.
"Uncle Han, let's have dinner together!" Xia Miaoyuan stepped forward and pulled Han Qingbo's robe corner to the table.
The prince said in a gentle voice: "Qingbo, sit down and eat. You don't have to be restrained when you are with me."
Han Qingbo responded repeatedly and sat down to eat.
"So many delicious dishes!" Xia Miaoyuan looked at the table full of sumptuous dishes and didn't know which one to eat first.
The nanny came over, served Xia Miaoyuan half a bowl of porridge, and put some dishes on the small plate.
"No, no, too plain!" Xia Miaoyuan glanced at the soft and rotten vegetables that the nanny had put for her, and pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Eat meat! This princess wants to eat meat!" Xia Miaoyuan called in a baby voice.
The prince looked at his sister lovingly. He put two chicken wings on Xia Miaoyuan's small plate, and a piece of fish meat.
Xia Miaoyuan picked up the chicken wings and started to chew them, and stopped talking.
[The chef in the prince's mansion has really good cooking skills! 】
In the blink of an eye, a braised chicken wing was already swallowed. Xia Miaoyuan licked her lips in satisfaction. Only then did she realize that Han Qingbo, who was sitting opposite her, was picking up food in his small plate with his chopsticks, but he didn't pick up anything. His expression was a little dull.
"Uncle Han, please eat quickly! It's delicious!" Xia Miaoyuan said softly.
"Okay!" Han Qingbo responded softly, picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth, his expression still dull.
"Qingbo, what's wrong with you? Don't you have a good appetite?" The prince asked concernedly.
Han Qingbo smiled embarrassedly and whispered, "To be honest with you, Your Highnesses, Qingbo's appetite has not been very good recently."
Xia Miaoyuan looked at Han Qingbo's face carefully. His complexion was indeed a little dull, and there was blue under his eyes.
[You really look bad!]
[Ah, the pressure before the exam is great, and it is terrible.]
[In fact, the pressure of taking the imperial examination in ancient times was even greater. There were tens of thousands of people taking the joint examination, but only 360 people were able to enter the palace examination.]
The prince listened to his sister's voice and felt sympathy.
Yes, the actual admission rate of the imperial examination in Daxia is very low, and many students who come to take the exam are often under great pressure.
"Uncle Han, the teachers of the Imperial College praised you, and your father and mother also praised you. You will definitely have no problem in the exam." Xia Miaoyuan persuaded softly. "The
articles you write casually are already very good. What are you afraid of?"
Han Qingbo was instantly moved. He didn't expect that the little Princess Anguo would be so comforting.
"Yes, Miao'er is right. Qingbo should relax and deal with the exam as usual."
Xia Miaoyuan stood on a chair, picked up a big chicken leg from the plate, and put it on Han Qingbo's plate.
"Uncle Han, eat it! Eat more delicious food, you will feel better!"
After saying that, Xia Miaoyuan grabbed the chicken wing on his plate, took a big bite, and smiled at Han Qingbo.
Han Qingbo looked at Xia Miaoyuan gnawing on the chicken wing, and felt that the little princess was even more heartwarming, and was quite moved.
He also picked up the chicken leg and gnawed it, "Well, delicious! The princess is right, it is really delicious."
After dinner, the prince sent someone to Yin's Medical Clinic to ask Yin Xizi to prescribe some medicine for Han Qingbo to clear heat and calm the mind.
...
On the other side, inside the Tongfu Inn.
Zhu Qi and several students who shared the same room were sitting in the lobby of the inn eating dinner.
Zhu Qi was lost in thought while eating the noodles in the bowl.
The money he brought with him this time was very tight, and he had already spent a lot on staying in the hotel.
He calculated that after the examination was over, he would have to wait for a while before the results would be out.
During this time, he would have to stay in the capital.
When he was away from home, he had to spend money on food and accommodation. He calculated that the remaining money would definitely not be enough.
What should he do? He had to find a way to make money quickly.
At this time, a scholar in a purple satin robe staggered over with a pot of wine and just passed by Zhu Qi.
"Hahaha! Let's drink more, brothers!" the scholar said with a big tongue.
His name is Chen Fu, and he is also a student who came to Beijing from other places to take the imperial examination. His father is a local rich man.
Chen Fu is a playboy, and he is not very good at studying.
In the previous provincial examination, his father spent a lot of money to get him a groom.
He came to Beijing to take part in the special examination this time, and he knew that he would not pass the exam on his own without connections in Beijing, so he drank and had fun all day in the inn.
When Chen Fu walked to Zhu Qi's table, Zhu Qi had just finished his noodles, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up.
He stood up suddenly and bumped into Chen Fu, knocking the wine pot out of Chen Fu's hand.
With a bang, the wine bottle broke and the wine spilled on Chen Fu.
"Who did it?" Chen Fu shouted fiercely.
"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention when I just stood up." Zhu Qi said apologetically.
"It's you, boy! You country bumpkin!" Chen Fu grabbed Zhu Qi by the collar.
Zhu Qi was frightened by this rude action.
"Open your dog eyes and look, this robe of mine is made of the finest Hangzhou satin, embroidered by an embroiderer from Suzhou. I made it before I went out!"
"My robe is completely ruined by your collision today."
Zhu Qi looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry! But I really didn't mean it. Or you take off your robe and I'll wash it for you."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fu laughed mockingly: "You are really a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. Don't you know that such good clothes cannot be washed with water? You dirty it today and it is useless."
Zhu Qi's face became even worse, and he whispered: "Then tell me, what should we do?"
Chen Fu spat in Zhu Qi's face and shouted: "Pay money!"
"Twenty taels of silver, give it to me!"
Zhu Qi was shocked: "Two... twenty taels?! This robe costs twenty taels?"
Several of Chen Fu's friends also echoed: "Hurry up and pay the money? Young Master Chen said that this dress costs twenty taels."
"That's right, if you damage someone's clothes, you have to pay for it. You are still a scholar after all!"
At this time, a hearty voice came: "Let the person go first!"