Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 124 The two heads must be tied
The steward got the order, put the scroll in his arms, bowed out of the study room, turned into a corner and changed into an inconspicuous outfit, and then slipped out of the Shangshu mansion through the small door.

Chao Ling got up, brushed off his sleeves quite comfortably, and then walked to the window with his hands behind his back. There was a lush green bamboo planted outside the window of the study. After the spring rain on February [-] all night, there were already a few new clumps on the ground. Pulled out tender bamboo shoots.

He looked at the sharp corners of those plants that had just sprouted, and hummed a light tune with great interest, Zhan Mingxuan, who was lying on the roof, couldn't help frowning: "Brother Yan, this is... "

How did the Minister of Rites send the official document submitted by Lu Zixiu to some marquis' mansion?
Didn't Lu Zixiu say that he didn't want to be a student of the Prime Minister, nor did he want to go to the Imperial College?

Thousands of puzzles flashed through the young man's mind, while Yan Chuan shook his head lightly at him: "Mr. Zhan, let's go out and talk."

"Okay." Zhan Mingxuan nodded, and the two of them took advantage of the lightness kung fu to rush out of the mansion when there was no one nearby.

It was already noon, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Lu Zixiu was a frail scholar, and his pace was not fast. When the two found him, he would walk a hundred or so feet.

As usual, Yan Chuan and the two followed Lu Zixiu at a distance of three or two feet. Seeing that he turned to Zhongshi and entered an ordinary tavern, they took advantage of the opportunity to find an outside seat in the small shop opposite. , I ordered some crude tea side dishes.

There were a lot of people eating at noon, and the two of them were inconspicuous among the crowd. This position could not only keep an eye on the opposite tavern, but also allow them to take a rest.

It wasn't tiring to follow Lu Zixiu, but their arms and legs were really sore after holding their breath and stretching their necks on the roof for so long.

It was rare to catch up with Lu Zixiu eating out, so they also took the opportunity to eat two mouthfuls to fill their stomachs, and then loosen their muscles and bones.

"Two guest officers, the dishes you want." The shop is small, there are few people, the cook cooks the dishes quickly, and the action of the waiter serving the dishes is also crisp and neat.

The two of Zhan Mingxuan took the bowls and chopsticks, thanked them and gave some extra rewards. The waiter immediately nodded and bowed to compliment the two of them. Seeing that they were not interested in talking, he turned around and greeted other guests. .

Yan Chuan picked up his chopsticks and randomly picked up a mouthful of food. The decoration of this kind of fly restaurant may not be on the table, but the taste is much better than many restaurants that seem to be romantic and elegant.

The sliced ​​meat just out of the pan was soaked in a layer of bright red chili oil, which made his head sweat and his lips and teeth fragrant when he tasted it.

The coarse-grain pancakes with charred edges were fried just right, fragrant, crispy, and refreshing, just enough to relieve the greasy and spicy taste brought by the sliced ​​meat. Yan Chuan swallowed the pancakes in twos and took a cup of tea to drink , opened his mouth and exhaled coolly.

Compared with the rough and casual nature of the commander of Yan University, Zhan Mingxuan, a young man from the uncle's family who has never been on the battlefield, is much more elegant and reserved. He picked up the pancake and took a bite absent-mindedly, but what he thought was still The scene I saw in the Shangshu Mansion——

Why should Lu Zixiu's public documents be sent to the Hou's Mansion?Which Hou Mansion did you send it to?
There were quite a few families of marquises in the court, but among the civil servants, only Anpinghou was the one who worshiped the title of marquis. Chao Ling was a civil servant, so what he called "Marquis Mansion".

Zhan Mingxuan's eyes darkened, and when he thought of Anping Hou Zhusheng, his heart couldn't help but burst into flames.

This anger affected his train of thought, all kinds of weird things in Shang Shu's mansion made him vaguely think of some kind of possibility, but at this moment he couldn't figure out what that possibility was.

"Brother Yan, that Chao Ling..." The young man swallowed the food in his mouth, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth for the second time.

Hearing this, Yan Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and Gu Zi grabbed the second pancake: "Can't you see it? Then Chao Ling was bribed by Zhu Sheng. He is the chief examiner of this year's exam."

"Bribe? You mean..." Zhan Mingxuan frowned, the words turned in his mind twice, his eyes froze suddenly, and he tried his best to suppress the tone, "They want to have a spring test?"

"It's not that I want to move, but I have already moved." Yan Chuan shrugged, "Didn't you see that Lu Zixiu's public documents were handed over to Zhu Sheng?"

"If I'm not wrong, they will change Lu Zixiu's test paper to someone else's name during the test." Yan Chuan finished the second pancake and took a sip of tea, "As for who it will be changed to, I don't know. Clear."

Zhan Mingxuan frowned even tighter: "Isn't this a blatant fraud?"

"This is blatant fraud." Yan Chuan spread his hands, "Otherwise, why would I follow Lu Zixiu to the Chaoling Mansion?"

"Master has been staring at this Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites for many years. We have accumulated a lot of things against him, but we don't know why the master can bear it until now."

Yan Chuan smacked his lips as he spoke: "Maybe it's because you think that weeds need to be eradicated, and thieves need to be captured to capture the king. I want to follow the vine to get a few big ones?"

"I don't know, anyway, I can't figure out what the master is thinking." The head of the dark guard was full of suspicion, "Speaking of which, why did Miss San send you here?"

He didn't believe that this little girl who had just turned ten years old after returning to Beijing for only three months could sense that there was something wrong with the Minister of Rites, even if she was reminded by the Duke of the State—she would, even Chao Ling I don't know.

"I don't know, miss, she didn't say anything." Zhan Mingxuan's expression was extremely sincere, "Miss only asked me to follow Lu Zixiu closely, and follow him to the Gongyuan, that's all."

"She said later, we will talk about it later."

"Hiss~ You're so poor." Yan Chuan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He found out that Miss Mu San's thoughts were even harder to guess than his master's!
"Anyway, the lady has her own reasons." Zhan Mingxuan lowered his head and bit the pancake. He had thought about trying to figure out what his lady was thinking before, but he couldn't figure it out at all, so he simply stopped guessing.

It doesn't matter whether you guess left or right, no matter what the lady says, he just does it.

You can't go wrong if you follow suit, after all, Miss is someone who can even count the bed-wetting and beating he was seven years old.

"Tsk." Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows, he was noncommittal to Zhan Mingxuan's behavior. After all, he couldn't figure out what Mu Xici was thinking—his master seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't say it. Did not dare to ask.

Maybe the master's brain structure is not the same as theirs.

Yan Chuan, who was biting the cake, thought about it. He felt that the heads of Mo Junli and Mo Junli must be full of twists and turns. Otherwise, how could they think of so many strange things?

And as long as these two get together, he won't understand what they are talking about!

Yan Chuan shut himself up for a moment, thinking that he had been with Mo Junli for seven or eight years, he was a person who was used to seeing the intrigues of the front court and the harem, as well as the ups and downs of the martial arts world.

He didn't say how proficient in scheming, but at least he understood the key points, but why couldn't he understand what the two masters said?
Had words formed a system of their own when they talked?
The head of a certain dark guard was so puzzled that he didn't even like the pancakes in his hand.

The two of them had a hasty meal, and when the scholar finally reappeared in their line of sight when he was full of food and drink, the two martial arts practitioners who sat as if rusted followed immediately.

——Think about the two masters for a moment, their heads must be tied.

　It's not because those two bastards get together and don't speak human words

　　harm

　　
　
(End of this chapter)