The landowner's wife of the imperial examination

Chapter 547

Master Jiang San asked himself, if his son-in-law was lucky, how could he lose his father at a young age and remarry his mother?

But you say that such things can happen, and you say that he has no luck, that's not possible.

Master Jiang San slapped his thigh, and said in surprise: "What kind of luck is this?"

The husband brushes his beard. Before marrying a wife, he really didn't have much luck. Thinking about his female disciple who didn't take the usual path, and then looking at Merwin's senior disciple over there, he sighed, marrying a wife is like changing luck.What a blessing.

Mr. Xu Xiaolang looked up at his husband and then at the uncle of the Yue family, and continued to write silently, saying that the third brother-in-law was of course very lucky to arrive.

Even being with the third brother-in-law is very lucky.This thigh has to be hugged tight.

Jiang Changxi would not be the queen mother just because she was pregnant, and would not be allowed to go to the gate of the Gongyuan, but just stood at the gate and looked at the carriage in the distance.Looking forward to the triumphant gesture of the man, Zhou Lan must feel that he has done everything he can.

You know, when Zhou Lan went to the Gongyuan, Zhou Lan was still eagerly looking forward to his daughter-in-law to send her there. Jiang Changxi thought that he understood Zhou Lan's thoughts a little bit, and was willing to spend time coaxing others.The point is, I also miss Zhou Lan.

From far away, Dali exclaimed in surprise: "Yes, sir, it is the master who is back."

Jiang Changxi took two steps forward happily. It was rare to have such a childlike gesture. Jiang Changxi did a good job of gesture, which surprised Zhou Lan.

He also whispered to Dali, "Hold me steady, don't let me jump too fast. Protect my stomach."

Da Li Xin said, why do you walk in this forward-leaning posture, how dangerous it is.

When the carriage stopped, before he stepped forward, he was stopped by the gentleman who got off the carriage. The gentleman said coldly to the female disciple: "Don't worry, wait for them to finish the article silently."

Jiang Changxi twitched the corners of his mouth, stabilized his pounced body, and tried to calm down: "You can't wait for them tomorrow, no, go back home and write."

The master squinted at the female disciple, how could he delay the important scientific examination: "Don't make trouble."

Jiang Changxi, with a quick turn around, turned into a stable headed grandma, and murmured: "Writing or not, what can be changed, it's not like that."

The gentleman raised his eyes, Jiang Changxi immediately shut up, the majesty of the gentleman is still there.

Jiang Changxi was lucky, fortunately, the husband got out of the car faster, otherwise his behavior would be embarrassing.

Inside the carriage, from the beginning to the end, Chang Le was by the side to serve the pen and ink.

As for the article about enlightenment, what Chang Le said was simple: "It can be seen how important it is to be a loving father. If you don't have a loving father, how could you have such a fate? Remember, you have to be nice to my sister. Be good to my nephew and niece."

That's all right, Zhou Lan fully agrees, but anyone who spends less time on this will not have such luck.

Mr. Xu Xiaolang looked at his brother-in-law with admiration at that time, it was incisive, so incisive.

Outside the gate of the mansion, the grandma of the family can't let the carriage block the door to clear the traffic.

Fortunately, the mansion was changed, and now I have a side door through which carriages can enter.Directly let people drive the carriage in.

Mrs. Jiang San smiled and came to her daughter's side: "Don't worry, my uncle is fine. You can know that the test is good by looking at your spirit."

Jiang Changxi said happily, whether it's good or not, it's across the carriage, and I've never seen such a parent: "You have changed your career to become a doctor, so you should get a fortune teller."

Mrs. Jiang San: "What kind of doctor are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense."

Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang San have already gone to the study room, closed the door, and took out the articles written by the senior disciples a few days ago, and read them carefully.

The master frowned, panicked, big disciple, don't be convulsed, don't be self-righteous.

Master Jiang San began to worry, if my uncle was not flexible and wrote this article a little more casually, I am afraid that he would miss the scientific examination.

After reading it again and again, the husband threw the article on the table angrily: "It's really annoying. If I knew it earlier, I should have dealt with him in the first place."

Master Jiang San almost nodded, and then immediately turned a corner. People always think that my uncle is right: "Young people should have ideas."

Mr. picked up a paper full of absurd words: "Can this 'idea' be an official?"

Followed: "Without the qualifications to be an official and without the right to speak, he is blind to whatever ideas he has, and he can't make any splashes. Don't talk about serving the family and the country, it is difficult to protect the family."

Master Jiang San changed his words to: "Erlang thinks he knows what's going on in his heart, just don't worry, sir."

Thinking of being scratched so many times by himself, so many articles with big crosses, and the flushed appearance of his disciples arguing with him at the beginning, it is hard for the husband to feel at ease.

At that time, the big disciples' minds about building an ideal college for their grandsons and granddaughters were really impossible to hold back ten bulls.

Mr. Jiang San can only comfort Mr.: "Don't worry, the article will be written in a while."

Then the two articles that were sent in were not about enlightenment.

Mr. black face: "It must have been smashed, otherwise why would I be guilty, and put it at the end."

Master Jiang San comforted himself: "It's not impossible." Then he said worryingly: "About this article, this breaks the question."

The husband immediately understood that cheating in scientific examinations has always been severely punished, and shook his head: "It's okay, let's not say that a few children know it well, just say this matter, there are traces to follow, and it can be explained clearly."

Master Jiang San: "One thing more is always better than one thing less."

Mr.: "There is no need to mention it specifically, but it seems that there is something dirty in it."

Master Jiang San: "I hope none of them are too simple-minded." Otherwise, they will yell everywhere and make something happen if they have nothing to do.

Of course, it doesn't matter if the mind is too complicated. It's nothing at all, let them figure out something.

Let Mr. Jiang San say this, the master will be less worried about his unlucky eldest disciple.

He took out the original disciple's article on enlightenment, tore it up after a few brushes, and said through gritted teeth: "If he dares to write nonsense, I will definitely clean up the door."

Master Jiang San looked at the wild words that were torn apart by his husband, and comforted himself: "It's not impossible." But he really didn't know what to do.

By the time Zhou Lan and Mr. Xu Xiaolang handed over the article to the two elders, they had already used up all their remaining energy.

In a hurry, they went to rest separately before leaving the tribute courtyard, and their spirits could no longer bear it.

Zhou Lan went back to the courtyard to wash, and not long after that, Jiang Changxi heard her husband laugh loudly in the outer courtyard in the inner courtyard, which lasted for a long time.

Is it to achieve Taoism and become a fairy, or is it love at first sight and met the girl you like, how can you laugh like this?
Jiang Changxi muttered to himself: "I don't know what happy things, it's worth being so unrestrained."

Zhou Lan pursed her lips. She knew why the husband was like this without guessing. Most of the jokes he made were witty, and the articles he was proud of wrote were all about the ideas of the husband. Of course, there were some reasons for the well-written articles.

(End of this chapter)