"Ouch, Shiheng, why are you coming back so late? Are you tired?"
As soon as Yu Qing stepped into the east courtyard, he saw Wen Jianhui who stood up immediately and came over. The latter had a look of concern on his face, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Yu Qing was a little surprised that she would be waiting here, so he immediately bowed his hands and said, "It's okay, I'm not tired."
Wen Jianhui denied with a hum, "I went out before dawn, and I was busy driving around until dark before coming back. How could I not be tired?" She turned around and immediately said to the maids on the left and right who were following her: "Why are you still standing there? You didn't look at my uncle. Are you tired after a long day? Go and help people get hot water and hot meals!"
The two maids immediately picked up their skirts and started running.
Yu Qing was about to say something but stopped, and then asked, "Is there something wrong with aunt?"
What could happen to Wen Jianhui? She was busy talking and took her emotions seriously. She just felt busy and tired. She sighed: "It's nothing. I just came here to take a look. If I don't worry about it, this I can't do anything for my servants. Your parents are gone and I am your mother. At least I will be no different from your mother in the future. If you live a good life, who will worry about me if I don't worry about it? "
"Well..." Yu Qing was speechless and could only express his thanks by cupping his hands.
After that, he listened to a lot of chattering. Yu Qing thought that he would soon be sorry for his family, so he listened obediently, feeling depressed. He didn't know when this old lady would stop. He found that this was more tiring than a trip to the palace.
He hoped that the other party would leave soon, but Wen Jianhui didn't. The hot water came, and he personally directed the maids to wash hands and faces, etc., so he just had to do it himself. Finally, he watched Yu Qing eat, asking this one to eat more, and that one eat more.
While nagging, he said something more, saying how nice it is to eat together as a family and so on.
After finally getting this woman away, Yu Qing turned around and lay down on the banquet...
Returning to the main hall of the inner house, Wen Jianhui smiled broadly as she looked at the gift boxes piled on the table. She picked up the gift note that came with it and looked at it, then picked up the other one and looked at it. She was very satisfied.
Wen Ruowei was jumping around, shouting to open it and take a look. Suddenly there were so many gifts, and her hands were already itchy. If she wasn't afraid of the tigress showing off her power, she would have already taken advantage of them.
After a while, Zhong Su came back from outside.
After Yu Qing came back, Butler Li came over to make an announcement, and then he officially came out to meet the guests queuing outside. He refused the guests in the name of 'Ashiheng', and made his words smooth, trying not to offend anyone. In short, he just asked everyone to come back. Gifts will not be accepted.
He naturally knew why people outside gave gifts for various reasons. He also received the news here and was very surprised. He didn't expect that 'Ashi Heng' would be chosen by Master Zhongcheng to be his companion as soon as he arrived at Yushitai. This place is really overjoyed.
He naturally understood that a mere ninth-grade Zhima official was not worthy of so many people giving gifts. The person they wanted to give was the Lord Zhongcheng, but he was not qualified to attach to him, so he only took advantage of the people around him.
Zhong Su was stunned as he stepped into the main hall. He was stunned when he looked at the gift boxes on the table.
Wen Jianhui looked back and said with a smile: "You are back and everyone has been sent away?"
It is truly a smile from the heart. When has the Zhong family ever seen such a scene of queuing up to give gifts? It has never happened before. Although the Zhong family is a wealthy family, there is no need for outsiders to treat the Zhong family like this. Today is a unique event. The scenery opened my eyes.
His face was particularly bright and he was very happy.
Zhong Su didn't reply to her. He pointed at the pile of gifts and asked, "What's going on with you? Where did they come from?"
Wen Jianhui: "Oh, I know what I can accept and what I cannot accept. Don't worry, it's not from those outside. These are just some congratulatory gifts from the group of sisters I usually interact with!"
She was happy because it was given by the sisters who usually interacted with her. She felt that everyone was beginning to flatter her, and those who did not like her in the past lowered their attitude. This son-in-law was too flattering to her, and now she had just stepped in. As for officialdom, she will be in a good mood just thinking about the future.
Zhong Su's face suddenly darkened, "Are you lying to ghosts or yourself? Do you really have no idea? Let me tell you, some people give gifts to build relationships, and some people give gifts out of unkindness. Believe it or not, you accepted it today. With this gift, tomorrow 'Ashiheng's' name may be mentioned in the court. Have you forgotten that he was demoted from number one scholar to third prize? Don't you know that his father's affairs are still being remembered? People are I'm worried that I can't find a place to start, so you'd better take the initiative to give me a clue! I usually don't have enough clothes for you or less money for you. Do you lack this thing that can trick your son-in-law to death? "
Wen Jianhui's expression froze and she couldn't laugh anymore.
Wen Ruowei pursed his lips and quietly stepped back, no longer daring to open the gift box.
Zhong Ruochen, who had never said anything when it came to matters involving 'Ashi Heng' and always said that it was up to his parents to make the decision, now had a worried look on his face. He was already worried about his future husband. Yinya bit his lip hard and could not bear it. I couldn't help but complain, "Mom, I can't accept this gift."
Zhong Su pointed at Wen Jianhui's nose and warned: "In the past, you could accept these gifts at will, but now it's different. Just listen to me. I will send them intact to whomever sent them." When you go back, don’t leave anything behind, we will send them all back tonight!”
Wen Jianhui finally lost her confidence and muttered, "You don't need to tell me, I know what to do."
In the east courtyard, Yu Qing, who was lying on the banquet, took out the cardamom-sized bell and shook it in his hand, gently, hard, slowly, quickly.
After ringing it for a while, there was no response. He had to sit up, sighed, and put the bell away.
It was obvious that the young uncle had left the capital and was beyond the hearing range of the current Yin Zi Jue realm.
Without someone to negotiate with him, he had completely given up the idea of staying in Beijing.
He didn't dare to stay in this capital city at all. Wave after wave of turbulent waves hit his weak point every time, which was really too much for him.
What's more, I had made a plan with my junior uncle a long time ago. I would resign and leave immediately after being awarded the title. Isn't it possible to wait for half a month to suffer all these punishments, and then drag it out to wait for the marriage to Ash Heng's wife?
After making up his mind, he stood up and took out the scroll of calligraphy and painting from his sleeve, stuffed it into his chest and hid it, then took a pot of bones and went to the study.
The lamp in the study was lit, and a metal jar was taken from the bookshelf. He took out the 'Big Head' and threw it into a pot of bones, letting 'Big Head' chew it away while he sat behind the desk and studied ink. , thinking about the resignation template I saw today, and thinking about how to write it.
The Zhong Mansion did not give him a maid with red sleeves to add fragrance, for fear that he would do something bad with the maid. If he had a male servant, Yu Qing did not want him. He kept away from strangers as he did not want others to disturb his cultivation.
After he had an article in mind, he pulled out a piece of paper, put pen to paper under the lamp, and made a rough draft, making corrections repeatedly.
In the middle of the journey, there were two clanging sounds in the pelvis, which was the 'big head' signaling that I was full.
After experiencing certain things repeatedly, 'Big Head' knows what he will do after he is full.
When Yu Qing heard the sound, he got up and carried the 'Big Tou' whose stomach had been stretched into an egg. He went out to the pool, let the 'Big Tou' sink into the water and let out a few black farts, and then carried the 'Big Tou' back to the study like a hanged man. , threw it into the bone basin and let 'Big Head' continue to eat.
After sitting back at his desk, he scribbled and revised the draft several times before Yu Qing was satisfied with his resignation. Then he found a blank post, opened it, and copied it perfectly according to the draft.
I dried the ink in front of the light, admired and confirmed it again, nodded with satisfaction, closed it and put it on the table, waiting to be handed over to Mr. Pei tomorrow.
With a big worry out of the way, he finally had the leisure to appreciate the seemingly good things he got from Yushitai today, but he couldn't help but not appreciate them.
He took the scroll out of his arms and opened it to see that it was at the end of the sword art. He then re-rolled it and reached the beginning of the sword art. He held it in his hand and began to figure it out. He wandered back and forth in the study room. Once he understood it, he could understand it. Roll the scroll over a little.
Having watched it once in Wenku today, he knew what he needed to pay attention to when watching it again this time.
When practicing sword techniques, you should first practice the Dragon Capturing Hand. Why do you need to practice it first? There is a saying in the sword art: Only when the hand has the intention to capture the dragon can it bind the blue dragon.
Yu Qing knew the meaning at a glance. If he wanted to fight with a sword, he must first be able to hold the sword.
After carefully studying the first few moves of the Dragon Capturing Hand, he placed the scroll on the table. He couldn't help but compare the gestures, try to move the skills, move the Qi into the hands according to the essentials, and use the methods. force.
Sword tactics are just sword tactics. There is no matching internal strength, only moves and mental techniques to control them.
I have performed the exercise several times, but the movement of the power on my hands has been stumbling and not smooth enough.
But he did not give up. After repeating it dozens of times, he finally became familiar with it, and his skills began to be accumulated and released in both hands with the secret of capturing the dragon.
There was another clang in the pelvis, and Yu Qing had no choice but to calm down and go out again with his rounded belly.
When he came back, he felt that "Big Head" was distracting him, so he didn't let "Big Head" eat any more, and just threw it back into the metal can and imprisoned it.
After he was relieved, he made the claw shape again, and once again used the force according to the mental method of Capturing the Dragon, walking back and forth in the study room to practice.
After practicing until I was sure that I could control it skillfully, I felt a little itchy. I felt that it was not enough to catch the air all the time. When I passed by a three-story triangular stand with three tanks of green plants on the side, I couldn't help but look at one of the poles. A claw came by chance.
He grabbed it with one claw, and suddenly used a forceful grip like a dragon-capturing hand.
boom! There was an explosion on the spot.
The wrist-thick vertical pole, the area where it was caught disappeared instantly and exploded into scattered wood slag.
Yu Qing was stunned and looked at the hand he had just grabbed, a little confused.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Sir, what's wrong?"
He is the guard of Zhong Mansion.
Yu Qing said, "It's okay." He turned around and collected the scroll on the desk.
Bang! There was another crash.
When he looked back, he saw that the tripod that was as tall as one person had overturned, and the three large tanks holding green plants had been smashed to the ground.
The door of the study was pushed open directly, and the guards of the Zhong Mansion broke in anyway. Ignoring the overturned and smashed things, they quickly glanced at every corner of the study.
Yu Qing said hurriedly: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked it over." But the man turned his back and stuffed the scroll into his sleeve.
After confirming that nothing was wrong, and Yu Qing asked them to go out again, saying that they could just have someone clean up the place tomorrow, the Zhongfu guards had no choice but to retreat.
After the study room was closed again, Yu Qing immediately went to the tripod that had fallen to the ground, stretched out his hand to hold the pole again, and squeezed it with ordinary force, and the part he was holding slowly crushed into pieces in his hands. Scum.
With his cultivation, he can crush this dead wood or crush it into slag, but he cannot crush it instantly. His cultivation and skill are not that domineering.
He took out the scroll from his sleeve, pulled it open again, and looked at it. His eyes were shining brightly, and he squatted there and muttered, "The dead eunuch didn't write randomly, this thing is actually a real thing..."
