The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 65 Yanjia also has a master (thanks to the leader of the prime minister's brother)
When he returned to the Temple of Good and Evil, Zheng Nian saw a man dressed as a book boy at the main entrance, with a folded willow cloth hat and a folding fan in his hand. He looked up at the plaque of the Temple of Good and Evil, shook his head, sighed, and sneered at the same time.

Played a game of scheming alone.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Nian leaned forward and asked.

The book boy turned his head to see that the magistrate is now wearing plain sackcloth, if he has never met him, he will definitely not recognize him.

"Hey, it's really a waste to create two characters in this edict." Shu Tong said.

"Where is the waste?" Zheng Nian glanced at the plaque of the Temple of Good and Evil. The emperor's reward must not have been written on it by the emperor himself running to the gate of the Temple of Good and Evil and stepping on a ladder.Therefore, the plaque was newly replaced, and it was brought directly from the palace to cover it.

Brand new and spotless.

"Brother, you don't know, the people who live here are the worst in the world." The book boy said.

Zheng Nian was a little dazed, "Didn't you say that Aunt Yu is a good person? She gives away porridge every day, adopts orphans, and does good deeds to save the world. How can she be a wicked person?"

"This is all superficial. It is precisely because of the woman's act of recklessness that she came up with the word Chizao. Afterwards, she can do whatever she wants and let her ineffective son marry Yanjia, one of the 36 best in the world. No one else dares to marry her." Talking nonsense." The book boy shook his head and sighed.

"You mean, she has been helping others for 30 years just to marry a beautiful woman?" Zheng Nian asked.

"That's right!" the bookboy said with his hands folded in front of his chest, "As the saying goes, the heart of a woman is the most poisonous. If anyone in the world marries Chen Xuan'er, my son will have a way to get her out. Words, you can't break through the door, and you have to kneel and worship at the entrance, it's unreasonable."

Zheng Nian gave a thumbs up, "I think what you said makes sense. Isn't the county magistrate a good man?"

"It's just trash." The book boy said disdainfully, then raised his eyebrows and changed his face, "Oh, by the way, where are you from, brother?"

"Me? I'm here to work in the house." Zheng Nian introduced.

"I am Shutong, the young master of the Ministry of Rites. Dare I ask your name?" Shutong cupped his hands

"Oh, my surname is Wu, and the genealogy list is Qingqing who misunderstood me. After sorting, it is Wangbazhiba." Zheng Nian smiled and cupped his hands.

"Wu Qingba! It's a pleasure to meet you." The book boy was overjoyed, "Don't go to work in this vicious house for women and children. If you can do me a favor, I can introduce you to be a long-term worker in the Shangshu Mansion."

"Oh? There is such a good thing." Zheng Nian immediately cupped his hands, "May I ask... what is it?"

"My young master, Gong Yu, the son of the Minister of Rites, held a song, dance and poetry meeting by the Mingchun Lake to entertain the Dali delegation."

The book boy shook his head and said, "There is a letter for Chen Xuan'er, the young lady of his family. If you can pass the letter over, I will give you the convenience."

This is indeed something worth bragging about. There are many rules and regulations for organizing a poetry fair in the capital, which is really unaffordable for ordinary people, and the cost is extremely high.

As the county magistrate of Chang'an County, Zheng also received the invitation a few days ago. At first he thought of using Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi's poems as a pretense, but later found that these poems had already appeared. Join in the fun.

Now it seems that the purpose of this poetry meeting is not simple.

When the diplomatic mission entered Beijing that day, Zheng Nian and Qin Feng had seen this Gong Yu lying on the beam of the Honglu Temple, and he was indeed a son of a rich family.

Thinking about it carefully, I am a mere ninth-rank magistrate of Chang'an County, why should people invite me?Also indicate the accompanying family members.

Today, when the book boy inquired personally, Zheng Nian suddenly realized that the target might be Chen Xuan'er.

So he said, "Okay, you will lose if you speak."

"Don't worry, brother Qingba." The book boy smiled slightly, took out the letter in his hand and handed it over.

Zheng Nian patted him on the shoulder, "No problem, Qingba, I will do what I say."

Then he walked into the Temple of Good and Evil.

The book boy outside frowned and thought about what was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.

After entering the mansion, Zheng Nian first went to see his old lady, who was playing mahjong with some neighbors, so he went to find Chen Xuan'er.

Chen Xuan'er was chatting with Grandma Huang, when she saw Zheng Nian coming back, she quickly stood up, "Brother!"

"Your letter." Zheng Nian handed Gong Yu's envelope to Chen Xuan'er, and sat on the stone bench tilting his head to look at Grandma Huang, "Senior, I'm asking you to..."

Grandma Huang nodded, "I don't have a chance to see Zheng Xichun's legs. She stays with your mother on weekdays, and she is accompanied by a maid when it is convenient."

"Then you should pay more attention and talk about it when you have a chance. Don't worry." Zheng Nian nodded.

"It's the same with you kid. If you want to cure it, you can just call it over and look at it directly?" Grandma Huang was puzzled.

Zheng Nian sighed, "The memory of always being afraid is always tormented when I think about it a few times. If I read it a few times, but I still can't recover, isn't there a gap again? Xichun is fragile, don't let her bring up the old things again."

"I didn't expect to see you so carefree and delicate on weekdays." Grandma Huang smiled, her left sleeve dangling empty.

After reading the letter, Chen Xuan'er consciously handed the letter to Zheng Nian, "I don't know much about Gong Yu, but I have met him a few times. You can see what he wrote in his letter, I won't go."

Zheng Nian picked up the letter paper casually, and looked at the words on it. There were a lot of rhetoric, brilliant poems and quotations. He said a lot of words, but only one central idea.

He doesn't deserve to sleep with you, I'll come.

Zheng Nian was very disgusted with this kind of person, and this kind of behavior that didn't take himself seriously made him even more upset.

"Who is it?" Grandma Huang asked.

"The son of the Minister of Rites. The second ancestor." Zheng Nian curled his lips.

"Yo." Grandma Huang stammered. "Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites! A senior official of the third grade, isn't his son saying that he is the same in the capital? Girl, you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, but not the fifteenth day."

Sitting aside, Chen Xuan'er looked sideways at Zheng Nian, "The plaque bestowed by His Majesty is outside the house. If I don't go out, who can take me away?"

Zheng Nian took a deep breath, what Grandma Huang said was not unreasonable, she could hide for a while but not forever, Zheng Nian actually didn't want to hide.

Since Young Master Gong doesn't treat me as a human being, I won't spoil you either.

Thinking of this, Zheng Nian smiled, "There are many people in the capital who want to take you away. Gong Yu has opened a door. From then on, if there is the first one, there will be the second one. If I let you close the door No, they must have gotten worse."

"Then..." Chen Xuan'er rolled her eyes, pursed her lips a little uneasy, and looked at Zheng Nian.

"Go." Zheng Nian flicked his four fingers on the table regularly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Since he was invited, we will go, and it will be the same in the future. If someone invites you, we must show face."

Chen Xuan'er's face was full of uneasiness.

"Don't worry." Zheng Nian said softly, "People have to know that Yan Jia also has an owner."

The uneasiness was swept away, and the gleam of joy was removed from the girl's eyes, and there was a trace of admiration and ease in her eyes.

Thinking of this, Zheng Nian hurried out.The long-term workers in the Shangshu Mansion probably don't have time to do it, but the favor of the book boy must be obtained.

(End of this chapter)