Master, get up and wash up! "
"Master, get up and wash up!"
Young Master Liu scratched his neck and turned over lazily, hugging the quilt and continuing to sleep.
"Master, get up and wash up."
Young Master Liu suddenly stood up from his seat, his hazy eyes looked like who am I, where am I, and what should I do?
"Ying'er, what time is it now?"
"Master, it's midnight."
"It's time to get up at five o'clock in the morning. Master Ben, are you crazy? Or are you, Ying'er, crazy?"
"Husband, please lower your voice, I am sleepy."
"Okay, okay, you rest first."
Young Master Liu looked at the lazy and dissatisfied Qi Yun and gently comforted him. He couldn't help but let someone have the flesh and blood of the Liu family in his belly.
Looking at Qi Yunliu, who continued to fall asleep, he quietly put on his shoes and opened the door.
Ying'er was already dressed neatly and was standing outside the door with a basin of steaming warm water. Beside her was Yu'er, who had also gotten up. They finally breathed a sigh of relief when the young master opened the door: "Young master, hurry up and wash up. , it’s time to go to court.”
"Go to court? Go to what court? How could the young master need to go to court?"
Ying'er's face turned anxious: "Master, as Butler Fu told me yesterday, Xiu Mu's days are over, and today is the first day to go to court. You are a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, so of course you have to go to court."
"Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs? Yes, I have become an official."
The dazed Young Master Liu finally regained his consciousness, but it was too early to go to court at the fifth watch. My fourth brother only called once. Looking at the sky, there were still moon stars in the sky. Rarely.
"Master, wash up. Sister Yu'er and I will help you put on your official robe."
"Okay." Although he was a little reluctant, Young Master Liu had to change into his first equipment, the light red official robe of a foreign minister.
Under the clothes of Ying'er and the other two, Young Master Liu finally yawned and walked out of the room and rushed out of the house.
"Bastard!"
Liu Zhian's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Young Master Liu couldn't help but stop and turn around to look.
"Old man, are you crazy? You don't have to go to court. Why did you get up so early? Could it be that my mother kicked you out yesterday?"
Liu Zhi'an rolled his eyes angrily, patted the large and small bags beside him, and then looked at Young Master Liu quietly.
Young Master Liu was a little confused. Sure enough, what was going on? How could he deal with so many salutes? Could it be that the old man is going back to Jiangnan?
Yes, it's the twentieth day of the first lunar month, and Liu Zhi'an really should go back to Jiangnan to handle business. Otherwise, if he stays in the capital for a long time, the business houses in Jiangnan will be turned upside down without any scruples.
"Old man, do you want to leave? Why don't you stay a little longer? Jiangnan's affairs are not urgent at this moment."
"Behave well in the past. I hope you won't let me use these things!"
Liu Zhi'an said something incomprehensible, clapped his hands and saluted, then yawned and walked towards the backyard.
Young Master Liu scratched his head with a look of astonishment on his face. What did the old man mean? He was getting more and more unfathomable. Can't you just talk to him properly?
Young Master Liu walked out of the house with a mouth full of laughter.
The old butler Fu Shan had already been guarding the gate and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Young Master Liu arriving: "Sir, it's time to get up and get on your way. It would be unbecoming of you to be late."
"Okay, okay, don't worry."
Knowing that Fu Shan was thinking about his own future, Liu Mingzhi nodded with a smile and stepped out of the gate of the mansion smoothly.
"Master, get in the car."
Liu Song had already prepared the carriage, and Young Master Liu was arranged to be seated as soon as he left the house. Young Master Liu spread his hands helplessly and got into the carriage. The days when everything was arranged were really boring.
The carriage started to drive slowly, and the bored Young Master Liu, who was sitting in the carriage, held his chin in a daze.
Mu Ran and Young Master Liu were startled: "Behave well in the past. I hope you won't let me use these things." He finally understood what Liu Zhi'an meant.
Obviously, I have prepared the salute for running away. Whether you use it or not depends on your performance.
The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. Young Master Liu looked confused. His son is also a frequent visitor to the palace. Are you like this? How disappointed you are in me.
"Master, we have arrived at the imperial gate."
Young Master Liu's mouth was long and he was salivating at the bottom of the carriage. His eyes were narrowed. It was obvious that Young Master Liu had fallen asleep on the carriage.
"Master, it's time to arrive at the Meridian Gate."
"Hmm? Meridian Gate?"
Young Master Liu woke up with a jolt. He gently wiped the corners of his mouth and woke up instantly.
There was no other way, so he was beheaded at the Meridian Gate. His head was hung there for three days, and the Dharma was rectified on the spot outside the Meridian Gate.
There are never any good things about the Meridian Gate. Hearing this name always makes people feel uncomfortable, and Young Master Liu is not immune to this.
Outside the imperial city gate, the military attache dismounted and the civil servants got off. Liu Song gently stopped the carriage: "Master, get off the carriage."
Young Master Liu gently jumped out of the carriage, staggering and almost falling to the ground. There was nothing he could do. Sitting in the carriage for a long time would most likely cause back pain and numbness in the legs. This was a major drawback.
Young Master Liu wanted to ride to pay the housekeeper, but kept shouting that it was not custom-made, and it was not custom-made. The Lord was a civil servant, how could he ride to court like a vulgar military attache.
Well, it’s rare for a housekeeper who doesn’t have sesame seeds or mung beans to pay attention to these things.
The lives of the common people are in the hearts of the fifth-grade officials, and they can't hold on until they're full.
A fifth-grade official is indeed a great official in other state capitals. At worst, he is the second-in-command of a state. But in the capital, he is just a sesame mung bean at best.
The third grade is everywhere, the fourth grade is as numerous as dogs, and the fifth grade is not popular.
Mr. Liu's character has always believed that he would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, but people in this era believe in being a good prime minister rather than a good doctor.
Strictly speaking, people go to high places and water flows to low places. What is the difference between people who are not enterprising and the former playboy Liu Dashao.
Young Master Liu really wanted to tell them, in fact, I would rather be a dandy, but he doesn't have the strength to allow it. The emperor has already discovered that he is a talent, and there is no way to reuse him.
There are so many civil and military officials in the court, but the emperor has to favor one of us and advise the emperor not to favor one over the other. If the emperor refuses to listen, what can we do?
"Zhi'er, you're here too!"
"My son-in-law has met my father-in-law."
Young Master Liu looked at Qi Run in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. At the beginning, he was still a scholar with a status that was not much better than a white body. In the blink of an eye, he was already an official in the same court as his father-in-law. It was God's will.
Qi Run worked hard and disciplined himself for twenty years before he climbed to the position of a capital official. Now he is in his forties. He had just entered the palace this year when he was old enough to be a hairpin, and he was appointed as a member of the household department. In terms of official position, he was only Two levels lower than Qi Run.
After the fifth rank, the position of fourth-rank household doctor is reached, but how old is he this year, and how old is Qi Run.
In his thirties, he is old enough to call himself an old man. In an era when the average age is fifty, Qi Run, a rare person with a life span of seventy years, is already half buried in the earth.
Looking at the son-in-law Qi Run in front of him, he felt a little complicated.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation becomes stronger than the last.
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