"This." Mr. Jingtian looked at his two sons and fell into thinking.
"Official, Zhaojiazhuang School is indeed good, but there are famous teachers in the capital." Jingtian hesitated for a while, feeling entangled.
"There are indeed famous teachers in the capital," Jingdong nodded, then stroked his beard and said, "But Zhaojiazhuang Academy has several more paths, not only the imperial examination path, but also the scholar examination path."
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"Officer, can Zhaojiazhuang guarantee that Da Lang and Er Lang will be admitted as Jinshi and Scholars?" Mr. Jingtian's eyes kept moving back and forth between his two sons, still worrying about gains and losses.
"This," Jingdong suddenly remembered Tang Yi, the chief secretary of Zhizhi Envoy Palace, and nodded, "it shouldn't be a big problem. Bachelor Yu was also present at the time."
Hearing that the Zhizhi envoy was also present, Jingtian's face was filled with excitement.
Her voice was trembling: "Sir, it seems that there should be no problem at this time."
She only had two sons, so she couldn't help but be careful.
She looked at her two sons and found that they also looked excited and even more eager.
"Of course, but you have to do it early, it's too late." Jingdong reminded him while stroking his beard.
Jingtian made up his mind at this time: "Officials, I will ask Da Lang and Er Lang to register at Zhaojiazhuang Academy immediately."
"Thank you, father, thank you mother." Jingdong's two sons were overjoyed and bowed to their parents, feeling relieved.
If their mother doesn't agree, they have no choice.
After all, in this family, the father is in charge and the mother is in charge.
With the mother's words, the two of them have a secure future.
Jingtian glanced at Sanniang and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Guanren, how old is this little saint and what is his talent like?"
She didn't ask about his character. Since he was a little saint famous all over the world, there was no problem.
"You're young, only twelve years old, and you're as tall as jade." Jingdong didn't understand why he asked this question, so he nodded in reply.
Jingtian was extremely happy, and his voice was trembling: "My lord, is that little saint married?"
"Marriage?" Jingdong suddenly realized this and looked at his third wife.
Sanniang's face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head and fiddled with her clothes, but her eyes were secretly looking at her parents.
Although she is only eleven years old, she is starting to become sensible.
This little saint is both talented and handsome, and he is also the richest man in the world. He is the dream man of the little ladies in the capital.
Jingdong thought for a while: "This old man didn't ask at the time, but I heard that he had made a marriage contract with the granddaughter of Bachelor Yu."
Bang bang, the sound of something suddenly falling to the ground.
Jingdong and his wife hurriedly looked towards the place where the sound came from, and it turned out to be their Sanniang.
She was pale at this time, with tears streaming down her face, and her eyes were looking at the roof, completely unfocused.
She never expected that the sweet dream her mother had just given her would be shattered by her father in the blink of an eye.
"Sanniang." The couple didn't care much. They immediately stepped forward, one supported her body, and the other hurriedly pinched her.
After about ten breaths, Sanniang finally woke up.
She held Kageta's arm and cried "Wow wow".
Jingtian glared at Jingdong, who smiled awkwardly, but found that laughing was uglier than crying.
After all, this is his favorite daughter, the apple of his eye.
"Alas, Sanniang," Jingdong stepped forward and patted Sanniang's shoulder, shook his head and said, comforting him sincerely, "The little saint is not a good match for you. Father will find another good match for you."
Unexpectedly, Sanniang cried even more sadly when she heard what he said.
Jingdong and his wife looked at each other and were dumbfounded.
Jingtian glared at Jingdong, asking him to solve the problem.
Jingdong sighed, patted Sanniang's shoulder again, and continued to comfort: "Sanniang, you are still young, and your good match is still behind you."
Jingdong thought to himself, although the little saint is a good match, it is a pity that he is already engaged. It seems that you are really not destined.
But unexpectedly, his comfort had no effect at all.
Sanniang didn't listen to his consolation at all, and continued to cry while holding Jingtian.
When the two brothers saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
I never expected that this young sister would be so confused.
But it's no wonder, if she were a young lady, she would definitely not let this little saint go.
But the little saint was already engaged, and the woman had a great background. She was the Minister of the Ministry of War and the Sichuan Zhizhi envoy, which was far beyond what they, a doctor and a minor official, could afford to offend.
If you have to go there, you can only serve as a concubine to the little saint.
Thinking of this, the two brothers looked at each other, shook their heads, and smiled bitterly.
Although they are not a wealthy family, their father is also an official in the Ministry of Personnel.
If word spreads that a legitimate daughter who is an official in the imperial court is working as a concubine, how can you tell the family to hold their heads up in front of others?
Jingdong did not persuade his daughter. He shook his head at Jingtian, indicating that he was powerless.
Jingtian stepped forward and gently touched Sanniang's face, wiped the tears on her face, and sighed.
"Sanniang, please be more open-minded. The little saint has already made a marriage contract. There is no fate between you." Jingtian had no better way, so he had to persuade straight to the point.
Unexpectedly, after Jingtian said this, Sanniang cried even more sadly.
Jingdong and his wife looked at each other and noticed the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Jingtian thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes flashed.
She hesitated for a few moments, swallowed hard, and then said: "Sanniang, if you really want to go to Zhao's house, there is only one way."
Hearing what Jingtian said, Jing Sanniang immediately stopped sobbing and wiped her tears while looking at Jingtian happily.
"What way?" Jingdong thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer. He was still confused.
Jingtian looked at Jingdong, then at Jing Sanniang, and bit his lip.
He sighed inwardly: "If you enter the Zhao family, you will only be a concubine."
"Madam, you are pushing Sanniang into the fire pit." Jingdong's chest was heaving and his face was ashen. He stood up from the chair with a loud sound.
"Pushing into the fire pit?" Mr. Jingtian stretched out his neck, straightened his face and body, and said excitedly, "Guanren, is there a more perfect young man in the world than the little saint? He is only twelve years old, and he is already a Marquis and a Salt Secretary. Deputy envoy, chief secretary of Chengdu Palace, and a little saint famous all over the world."
Jingdong's face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He flicked his sleeves and shouted angrily: "Although my official position is not high, how can my legitimate daughter be used as a concubine for others?"
"Face, how much is face worth? Official, have you considered your daughter's happiness? Have you considered your son's future?" Not to be outdone, Jingtian put his hands on his hips and looked up at Jingdong.
Jingdong's face turned red and he asked loudly: "I don't know about my daughter's happiness, but what does my son's happiness have to do with Sanniang?" "What relationship? Of course it does." Jingtian looked at Jingdong stubbornly and said aggressively , "Wang Wenxiu's daughter is the concubine of the Little Sage. She was promoted to the county magistrate step by step after being recommended as a Jinshi for three times. Yu Mo Yan was not a scholar, but only a scholar, because his sister was the Little Sage's concubine. Concubine, he will become the official of the Salt Department of Chengdu Prefecture."
"They, they, they, none of them can pass the Jinshi examination, how can they be compared with me." Jingdong said coldly with disdain.
Jingtian also smiled coldly: "Not even a small saint like a Jinshi can make them an official, let alone a Jinshi. Besides, are you sure that Da Lang and Erlang will definitely pass the Jinshi?"
"I, I." Jingdong was so angry that he almost vomited blood and flicked his sleeves, "Only women and villains cannot be raised."
After saying that, he sat on the chair angrily and became sulky.
Suddenly, Jingdong's eyes lit up when he saw the box in front of him.
He picked up the tea cup from the box and Zui Chunfeng, and was about to taste the tea.
Seeing that Jingdong no longer interfered with Sanniang's marriage, Jingtian smiled slightly, feeling overjoyed and smiling like a flower on her face.
"Officer, just read the newspaper, drink tea and let me serve you." Jing Tian smiled slightly, bowed to Jingdong Wanfu, and immediately Hand over the newspaper.
Jingdong didn't even look at her, he opened the "Da Song Zhonghua News", looked at the news in his eyes, and snorted coldly.
Jingtian immediately used the fairy stove to boil water, added the best drunken spring breeze to him, and then made tea with it.
After making the tea, she handed it to her with both hands and said very gently: "Master, please use the tea."
Jingdong snorted again and looked at Jingtian coldly. He just snorted and kept his eyes on the newspaper, not looking at the teacup at all.
Seeing Jing Dongyu's anger still lingering, Jing Tian smiled sweetly.
She picked up another teacup and brewed another cup of Zui Chunfeng green tea.
After brewing tea for about a hundred breaths, Kageda opened the tea cup.
Suddenly, the whole room was filled with a special fragrance, which made Dalang and Erlang's noses twitch.
Not only is the bottom of the leaves of this Drunken Spring Breeze different from the previous one, but there is also a hint of chestnut in the fragrance.
Jingdong's nose was also twitching at this time. He naturally knew that this was the smell of drunken spring breeze, because he had tasted tea in Zhaojiazhuang.
After smelling the aroma of tea, Jingdong's throat moved a few times, and he couldn't help but look at the tea cup on the table.
He hesitated for a few times, couldn't hold it in any longer, and put down the newspaper in his hand.
Jingdong picked up the tea cup, took a look at the tea leaves inside, and began to enjoy the tea.
The two sons did not dare to sit down, but stood next to Jingdong.
Seeing their father drinking tea that they had never drunk before, the two of them couldn't help but stare at each other. Their throats moved a few times, their noses kept twitching, and they swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty.
They are also literati, and they secretly learn to taste tea when their father is away.
Now there are better teas in front of me, and the legendary drunken spring breeze. I can't wait to swallow them immediately and take a few sips.
But I can only think about this, just to satisfy my eyes and nose.
Mr. Jingtian looked at his two older sons and couldn't help but sigh.
Mr. Jingtian withdrew his eyes from his two sons, looked at them again, and couldn't help but sigh again.
Jingtian looked at it again and couldn't help but said: "Official, we should buy a house."
"Residence, aren't we living well?" Hearing Jingtian's words, he looked up at her in confusion and asked.
