The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 503 Idiot (25)

All the money from the auction was donated to the poor scholars who came to the capital to take the scientific examination, so it can be said that they earned more than 1000 taels from the rewards alone.Jiang Tang looked at the thick stack of banknotes in front of him, and felt in his heart that a man like Zhao Chao, not to mention in the ancient times when men were superior to women, even in modern times, could be regarded as a strictly three-good man.

Don't drink, don't gamble, don't visit flower houses.

Good looking, good figure, and a genius for painting.

Can make money, can act like a baby and listen to his wife.

Jiang Tang collected the money and gave Zhao Chao a big bang.

Zhao Chaoxi couldn't help it, and immediately undressed.

Jiang Tang held him down.

"Go to bed early, Jiang Zhiqing told me to call you to the capital Yamen tomorrow morning."

Zhao Chao frowned dissatisfied, grabbed Jiang Tang's hand, shook it gently, and called out in a low voice.

"Jiang Tang, I feel bad."

"Zhao Chao, be obedient and sleep."

This is more serious than making a fuss, Jiang Tang didn't want to have a bad waist at a young age.

At night, Zhao Chao hummed and chirped, but didn't sleep.

Jiang Tang discovered that, to a certain extent, Zhao Chao is smarter than anyone else. He only focuses on your weaknesses and unscrupulously develops his strengths to achieve his goals.

Jiang Tang was deeply hurt by it. As a face dog, Zhao Chao's face was a nuclear weapon.

"If you don't sleep again, make yourself a bed."

Zhao Chao immediately became quiet, silently tucked his arm under Jiang Tang's neck, rubbed Jiang Tang's face aggrieved, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The next day I went to the Yamen of Kyoto, Jiang Tang accompanied Zhao Chao, because Jiang Zhiqing's uncle worked in the Yamen of Kyoto, and this trip happened to visit his uncle.

The capital yamen seems to be much larger than the small county yamen, and on the solemn and solemn plaque, the words "Upright and Bright" are glittering in gold.

Jiang Zhiqing went in first, while Zhao Chao and Jiang Tang waited outside the Yamen.

Looking at the tall building in front of him, Zhao Chao asked while eating candied haws.

"What does the Kyoto yamen do?"

Jiang Tang eats melon seeds.

"Handling cases, finding people, and catching bad guys."

"Looking for someone? Can anyone find it?"

Jiang Tang thought about it.

"Almost, unless the person is dead, they will definitely be found."

In ancient times, the transportation was inconvenient and the population was small, so it should not be difficult to find someone.

Zhao Chao looked at the Yamen in front of him with reverence, then lowered his head, and found that the last candied haws had disappeared.

Jiang Tang's cheeks were bulging, and he ate it expressionlessly.

Zhao Chao suddenly lowered his head and leaned in front of Jiang Tang.

"what?"

Boss Jiang blushed and his heart was beating.

Zhao Chao opened his mouth to eat the sugar residue from the corner of Jiang Tang's mouth.

"Well, why is the sugar in your mouth sweeter than mine?"

"..."

Well, get used to it.

Fortunately, this idiot has a problem with his IQ, otherwise the old deer in Jiang Tang's heart would probably hit the wall and commit suicide.

After Jiang Zhiqing came out, the three of them went to the tavern for dinner together.

Two days before leaving the capital, Zhao Chao was going to see his nominal master.

That morning, Jiang Tang saw Zhao Chao bring the box containing apricots and dried fruits.Together with Jiang Zhiqing, the three went to the bamboo forest on the outskirts of Kyoto where Master Zhao Chao lived.

The sound of birds chirping in the dense bamboo forest, the three of them got out of the carriage and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest on foot.

The moss is densely covered under the feet, and there are trickling willows on both sides of the rugged path, flowing silently among the white cobblestones.

The bamboo house is deep in the bamboo forest. Zhao Chao just arrived at the door of the bamboo house, and his mood became obviously elevated.

After knocking the door and waiting for a few seconds, the courtyard door creaked open, and a girl in a blue skirt came out.

The woman looked eighteen or nineteen years old, fair and delicate, with a light and gentle smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, giving people a sense of elegance like a spring breeze.

Zhao Chao called happily.

"Sister Mao!"

(End of this chapter)