Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 50 Su Huayi

Everyone at the scene looked envious, and when Minister of Rites heard the last sentence, his blood boiled, as if he had returned to the time when he was studying.

Zhang Weimin trembled, he bowed deeply, bowed his hands in salute, and said sincerely:

"Students remember!"

There was an uproar among the crowd, the new top student actually met his teacher face-to-face, and behaved like a student!

The expression of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites changed, and he felt something was wrong.

In today's court situation, although it is common to form cliques, they all adhere to the principle of seeing the truth and not telling the truth.

And now Zhang Weimin, as the champion of the new department, actually broke up with the invigilator Zhao Wujiang in front of everyone, if someone knows this...

He quietly walked to Zhao Wujiang's side, covered his mouth with his hands, and said softly:

"Master Zhao, I feel that something is a little inappropriate. It is not uncommon for brothers, friends and apprentices to form cliques in the court, but now, Mr. Zhao, your foundation is still not stable, and you have broken the friendship between teachers and students face to face with the champion of the new department. Frame Mr. Zhao, you form a party for personal gain, then it will be disadvantageous..."

"Thank you, Lord Shangshu, for reminding me, but I'm fine."

I originally formed a party for personal gain...Zhao Wujiang thought to himself.

The Minister of Rites didn't know, he just shook his head and let out a long sigh.

He knew that Zhao Wujiang had always been courageous, but he didn't expect him to be so courageous!
Riding on a tall horse, the reporter from the Ministry of Rites will beat gongs and drums all the way to Zhang Weimin's hometown to report.

Zhao Wujiang took out a heavy bag of silver from his silver-rimmed cuff, raised his hand and threw it at the ceremonial announcer, commanding:
"Bring them back together."

Zhao Wujiang knew that Zhang Weimin's family was poor, and his parents worked hard to support him to study. Although Zhang Weimin is now the number one scholar, he has no official position, no salary, and no money. This bag of money can at least directly and quickly improve his family's situation.

The kindness of dripping water is reciprocated by the spring... Zhang Weimin was very moved.

Everyone was even more envious, they were giving poems and money, who wouldn't be envious...

Among the crowd, there was only one person with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Wujiang walked by just now, and he never glanced at him from the beginning to the end, the indifferent and contemptuous eyes were like sharp thorns piercing his heart.

In addition, Zhao Wujiang gave poems to Zhang Weimin, the object of his ridicule, which aroused his jealousy.

What are you?
My father is the prince's tutor, and I am the prince's companion, so you wait for me!

The youth in Chinese clothes clenched his fists, shook his sleeves and left.

"Let's all disperse. At noon at the most, the list will be posted all over Chang'an City. All candidates who pass the first place will be delivered home in person. At the same time, remember tonight's southeast of Chang'an, the Qujiang Garden Wenxin Banquet."

After the Minister of Rites finished speaking, everyone scattered away.

"Master Zhao, wait a moment." Zhao Wujiang was about to leave, looking sideways for Xunsheng.

She is a beautiful girl.

She has a pretty face, wearing a light yellow long dress, and her hair is full of fluffy black hair.

Beside her was a burly young man with a knife.

Pingping Tingting, a girl in a yellow dress, came forward and saluted with blessings:

"Lord Zhao, the little girl's name is Su Huayi."

"Huayi admires Mr. Zhao's literary talents, and often recites his poems, and his heart becomes more and more admiring... Dare I ask Mr. Zhao, have you ever been married? Do you have a crush on someone?"

Su Huayi's cheeks were slightly red, but her expression was bright and generous, without the shyness of ordinary women.

My damn charm...Zhao Wujiang said with a steady expression:

"To be honest, Miss Su, I..."

"Humph!"

Before he could utter the words of refusal, a cold snort sounded, and he saw the burly man with a knife sticking the scabbard on the ground, spreading his tyrannical energy in all directions.He pressed his hands on the handle of the knife and said coldly:

"I advise you to think about it before you speak!"

(End of this chapter)