Seeing that his daughter was absent-minded, Qin Ye pondered for a moment and then said: "He started to hit the guy in Dongfu. My father just thought about it over and over in his heart. The better he gets, the better..."
He didn't know why, but when he thought about it afterwards, he felt extremely frightened.
When Qin Keqing heard this, he raised his face as bright as a flower and said in surprise: "Isn't this... his impulse to fight bravely with others?"
Qin Ye shook his head and said: "My father was shocked by the news just now. He didn't react for a moment. The old lady from Rong Mansion commented and gave him a maid. What he just said was all under consideration... …My father originally thought it was a young man’s remark to show off, but he didn’t think about it for a while, but now it seems that it was all within his plan.”
Qin Keqing blinked, looking at her father's cheeks flushed, and secretly thought, could it be that his father drank just now? Are you thinking wildly here?
Qin Ye twisted his beard with his hand and said: "Although it seems reckless, in the end I was able to block the one in the East Mansion and let the old lady in the West Mansion judge me. Now I am safe and sound. With all these factors in mind, you can still Remember what he said when he came last time?"
Qin Keqing frowned, opened his mouth slightly, and said, "Dad said that last time he..."
"There is only one lawsuit to be fought, and he knew it from that day on? Have you ever seen young people, who beat someone and take one step before looking at three steps?" Qin Ye's last words were almost like piercing the dark night. A bright light made Qin Keqing's delicate body tremble, and at the same time, it also made the two maids Ruizhu and Baozhu cry out.
Thinking about it this way, it is exactly what the master said.
Sometimes, people are like this. Once they feel that someone is honest and trustworthy, they take it personally and add a beautifying filter to their behavior.
Qin Ye said: "And what you said, if there is a young man next to you, his face will not be red or white when he is provoked by you. But at his young age, his face does not change, he looks like a court official in the yamen. .”
Behind this, there are some filters.
However, when Qin Keqing thought about it, she realized that it was true that what she said was good or bad, but she was only following her orders. Her words were full of contempt, but the young man's face did not change, his eyes were calm, and he was neither angry nor hurting himself. Self-pity.
Is this a young man?
"Could it be that he doesn't like his daughter and thinks he can do anything..." Qin Keqing's face was delicate and affectionate. Halfway through her words, she felt her cheeks were burning and she paused. What was she saying just now?
Too unreserved...
Baozhu said: "Girl, didn't you just say that the old lady in Jia's mansion rewarded him with a maid? I want a maid who comes to the prince's house to have a good color..."
Qin Ye frowned, with an angry look on his face, and shouted: "You are talking nonsense again! If this is the case, why can you tell the truth? You are a maid who doesn't see things clearly, listens to the wind and rain, and instigates many right and wrongs!"
Baozhu looked pale and lowered his head, not daring to respond.
"As a father, I don't think so. Maybe I have other thoughts, maybe I am confident." Qin Ye didn't say anything later, but there was something strange in his heart.
Even the head of the Jia family resisted and fought back forcefully. If the daughter declined, maybe there would be some twists and turns?
In fact, maybe in someone's eyes, she is nothing more than Qin Keqing. I am determined to marry her. Even if the Buddha comes, I can't keep her!
You are a second-generation human being, and you are asked to marry someone else?
Qin Keqing held the orange cat in her arms, thinking about her father's words. She felt ashamed and panicked for a while, and confused for a while.
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Jia Heng rode a donkey cart towards the Imperial College. After walking for about half an hour, when he arrived at the Imperial College, he could see a tall and towering archway with a plaque inscribed with the three characters "Guozijian".
Under the lintel, some scholars, wearing straight green shirts, came and went in groups.
"Uncle Li, you go back first." Jia Heng took out the recommendation letter from his arms, got off the donkey cart, and said to Li Dazhu beside him.
Li Dazhu responded, picked up his whip, and drove back.
Jia Heng looked up at the archway, his expression calm and confident.
As the highest institution of learning in the country, it has its own gatekeeper on duty, and outsiders are not allowed to enter or exit at will. There are even soldiers patrolling inside, ready to be summoned if there is any police incident.
Jia Heng first went to the concierge to present a letter of recommendation to an old man, and was thinking about whether Han Hui's letter would help.
Unexpectedly, when the old concierge saw the seal on the envelope, his expression changed. He stood up, cupped his hands and said, "I guess you are Mr. Jia. I will take you to Wencui Pavilion to see Song Lu."
Jia Heng's expression paused, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."
He secretly thought that Han Hui was really gentle and gentle in his dealings with others.
Apparently he had left a message with the concierge early, and he was worried that he would not know the way, so he asked the concierge to come over and guide him. Judging from the attitude of the concierge at the Imperial College, Han Hui's identity was obvious.
"That day when we were having dinner at Linglong Pavilion, we knew that this person was either rich or noble, and there was no noble surnamed Han in the dynasty. So there was only one possibility left. He was the nephew of a certain civil servant?" Jia Heng said. Follow the old man to Wencui Pavilion, thinking about it.
Of course, if you ask the concierge directly, you can probably get the answer directly, but it is not appropriate.
Along the way, we walked around pavilions and pavilions, passing by a lake covering an area of dozens of acres, with rippling blue waves that resembled a swallow. The lake was surrounded by peach red embankments, with orchids on the banks, lush green, and surrounded by two pagodas, one large and one small. Reflected in the lake, the breeze blows and the waves sparkle.
On the grassy lawns and on the rocks by the lake, there are students reciting or couplets.
The concierge pointed to a simple, elegant and majestic five-story attic hidden behind the willow trees, and said with a smile: "Master Jia, that's the Wencui Pavilion. We can go there after crossing this bridge."
Jia Heng nodded. Now that he was on the bridge, he really felt relaxed and happy, as if he was dreaming back to the university campus in his previous life.
Not long after, before arriving at the attic, Jia Heng looked up at the ancient and simple attic that had been weathered by wind and rain for countless years, and he couldn't help but feel a bit solemn in his heart.
The concierge led Jia Heng up the stairs and entered the building. Under the gaze of the passing students, he turned and entered a spacious and elegant hall.
In the hall, there were two old men and a middle-aged scholar, both wearing regular shirts. Behind the desk, they were either reading or immersed in copying. An old man looked up at the concierge and said with a smile: "Old Boss Dong." , why did you come here?"
Jia Heng's expression turned strange. Doorman Lao Dong?
The original solemn and reserved thoughts were somewhat dispersed.
"Gentlemen, this is the Mr. Jia that Mr. Song mentioned, who is here to serve as a bookkeeper." The porter explained.
The old man looked at Jia Heng, looked at another middle-aged scholar, and said, "Brother Jun Ya."
Song Lushi, whose cousin is Jun Ya, put down his brush, looked up at Jia Heng, looked at it, and said, "But Mr. Jia Heng?"
Jia Heng stepped forward and said, "Jia Heng, who was born late, has met Mr. Song."
While speaking, he handed over the letter of recommendation.
Song Yuan nodded, took the recommended book, and after reading it, he met the curious eyes of the two old men and said with a smile: "Last time I mentioned to Zisheng that there was a shortage of manpower in the pavilion and that the collection of books was unattended, so he actually remembered it. , here to help me solve my problems."
These words are somewhat intimate.
Han Hui, also known as Zisheng, had a wide circle of friends in the Imperial College, and his academic performance was pretty good, so he had good relationships with the inspectors, lecturers, and professors. Of course, the most important thing was that the current director of the Imperial College was his uncle Yan Hong.
Such children of officials, as long as they are not arrogant or domineering, are basically social kings.
When the two old men heard that Han Hui had introduced him, they complimented him on his talents and paid no attention to him. They were not like Song Yuan and had enterprising ambitions in officialdom. They might be more attentive to Han Cifu's son. , the two of them read and wrote in prison and enjoyed their leisure time.
Song Yuan nodded to the concierge and motioned for him to go back. Then he looked at Jia Heng and said, "Master Jia, please come this way."
With that said, he walked towards a side hall. The two guests and host sat down, and Chang served them with tea.
