Despite being ridiculed, Shi Jingqi still looked half drunk and half awake, and there was no rebuttal, as if he had lost his aura. However, Feng Wuhen had achieved some success in the refining Yin and Yang Gang. Although he had not seen any miraculous effects, it was no problem to be clear. He clearly heard the middle-aged man muttering to himself: "God has no eyes. Even if he doesn't give me a chance to show his ambitions, he can't even find a confidant. The third prince is known as the wise king, but he only treats me as an ordinary person. Even his servants can't tolerate me. The meat eater is despised. It seems that God's will!"

Feng Wuhen was surprised. It turned out that this person was talking about being a clean guest in the Third Brother's mansion. This is puzzled. According to the Third Brother's talent, he should not let such a person go casually. While thinking about it, Fan Hengwen, who was by the window, suddenly spoke.

"Everyone, even if Mr. Shi did something wrong in the past, he was so sarcastic. He seemed to be sorry for my scholar's title of Ming Jing and General Manager, which violated the teachings of saints. Furthermore, those who can be officials do not necessarily have talent and virtue. Otherwise, how could the saints advocate integrity today? How could the people suffer from harsh government? What is that? Whoever said that Mr. Min was very quick at the time. If you pursue this matter, wouldn't Master Min be too small?" His words were very evident, and the few people at the deskmate nodded repeatedly, obviously appreciating Fan Hengwen's move.

Feng Wuhen glanced at the young man with a righteous face and couldn't help but praise him. Those who can speak up for justice at this time must be honest and honest. Unfortunately, this kind of person is not easy to subdue. It's a pity.

As soon as Fan Hengwen said this, the students around him suddenly disappeared. They were not afraid of this person, but more afraid of others ridicule him for being narrow-minded. If such a bad reputation spread to the examiner's ears, wouldn't he cause trouble? Even Shi Jingqi raised his head curiously and shook his head, and poured a whole pot of wine into his mouth. Feng Wuhen could clearly hear his low murmur: "What a pity, just like me back then, he was a rash scholar. Alas, even if he became an official, it would not last long. It's a pity!"

It was a pity that Feng Wuhen couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. He subconsciously glanced at Fan Hengwen again. Coincidentally, his eyes fell into Shi Jingqi's eyes. As soon as this young man in a gorgeous uniform entered the door, Shi Jingqi saw this person's extraordinaryness, and he couldn't help but reminded him of the scene three days ago.

It was also such a bright and beautiful weather, but Shi Jingqi's mood seemed to sink into the bottomless abyss. After listening to the advice of his classmates and friends back then, he traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to join Feng Wuyan, the third prince named Feng Wuyan, who was known as the "Virtual King". Who would have thought that he would end up like this?

"Mr. Shi, our palace is too small to accommodate you." The person who spoke was Zhao Qi, the chief manager of the palace, with a sarcastic smile on his seemingly humble and honest face. "The prince said that Mr. Murong in the backyard is half a teacher and a famous scholar in the world. Since you don't even take him seriously, the prince dares not surrender. Here is a hundred taels of silver notes and a letter of recommendation. The Eighth Highness is short of a disciple, so you might as well try it."

The extremely mean words made Shi Jingqi look so angry that his face turned pale. He wished he could snatch the ghostly recommendation book and smash it to pieces, but reason told him that if he dared to do that, the middle-aged man in front of him would be happy to send him to Shuntian Mansion, and the great crime of royal dignity could easily be put on his head. Therefore, he could only pretend to be smiling and take the thin piece of paper. Humph, being a guest for Your Highness Eighth is really ridiculous. The prince who is rumored to be a rooster and a goose needs a guest? The prince who is still in a famine and has a heart of peace in the years of famine. I don’t know how many scholars he has learned have left, but Shi Jingqi has not yet been so arrogant that he can turn the tide. If this Eighth Highness had a good grandfather, I am afraid that the emperor would not even knock on him directly.

Walking alone on the street, Shi Jingqi felt an unprecedented decadence. He was nearly forty years old, but not to mention a job, even a wife had not yet settled. In his early years, he was above the top, and the matchmaker broke the threshold, but he was beaten back by a righteous saying "first the country and then the family". After failing the exam again and again, he was not only discouraged, but also those relatives and friends who were looking down on others were avoided. He still cannot forget his father's unwilling eyes before his death. It was because he was unfilial. Not only did he feel tired and regretted his father for life, but his family property was also completely ruined.

Turning around the corner ignorantly, he realized that there was a divination stall in front of him at some point. An old man dressed in Quanzhen sat there half-dream and half-awake, and he looked like two or three immortal style. On the divination stall, the four words "Immediately," Shi Jingqi probably wouldn't care about such strange and chaotic things at all, but at this time he was deeply injured. After he hesitating for a while, he walked to the divination stall. Before he could speak out his purpose, the old Taoist who was still staring just now suddenly opened his eyes, looked him up and down, and fell asleep again.

Shi Jingqi was slightly annoyed. Those high-ranking officials and nobles were disdainful of themselves. Now even a fortune teller dared not take him seriously. He couldn't help but raise his voice and shout, "Telling fortune!"

"What are you shouting!" The old Taoist was very dissatisfied with someone disturbing him. "It doesn't look like you can get a title on the list. You are just poor and have no oil or water at all." The next sentence was very low, obviously saying it to yourself.

Shi Jingqi solemnly placed a small ingot of silver with about one or two in weight on the square table, "asking about the future." He said bluntly.

The old Taoist muttered something, and he bent his fingers and calculated. After a long time, he lazily said: "There are people in the place where Baiyun is born." Then he closed his mouth.

Shi Jingqi couldn't help but be angry. What kind of fortune teller is this? This stupid poem, let alone somewhere to be trapped, is simply not clear, and he doesn't even explain it. "Hey, please tell me clearly whether it's okay, how can you tell fortunes like this?" He shouted at the old Taoist.

"What are you shouting!" The old Taoist glared at him, more fierce than Shi Jingqi. "I am still a scholar. I don't even understand the simple truth that the secret of heaven cannot be leaked. What kind of bullshit books are you reading!" He closed the hexagram stall in a few seconds, raised his head and looked at the sky again, "It's a pity that such a good day to make money. Alas, it's not good to go to the army, so it's better to change the place."

Shi Jingqi felt ridiculous and ridiculous. He had taken the wrong medicine and actually remembered to find such a living treasure to tell fortunes. Forget it, I would just find a place to drink when I was drunk.

After drinking in the best guest house in the capital for two days, Shi Jingqi, who was full of bitterness, accidentally heard a few drinkers mention Yundu Mountain in the outskirts of the capital. The sentence "There are people in the place where the white clouds are born" that he had long been remembered by a strange thing. Although he had been here in the capital many times and had visited it a few times inside and outside, he really didn't have the leisure to appreciate the charm of Yundu Mountain. It was precisely because of this that Shi Jingqi saw the golden signboard of Yiyun Pavilion, and made up his mind to stay here for two days. Coincidentally, on the first day, he met the person he wanted to find.

Now is not the best opportunity. There are too many people here, and it is not good to spread the story. The young man may not be guilty of the Third Prince for himself. While he was thinking about it, a group of people slowly walked down from the third floor.

Shi Jingqi glanced at him and secretly shouted that it was not good. Youdao, is it because he didn't get together? He met this person three days after he left the palace. Could it be that he was too narrow-minded back then? Now, he can only hope that the other party can turn a blind eye to such an inconspicuous scholar.

Upstairs, several foreign officials who had enjoyed it on the third floor. Walking in the second place, he had a big belly and a red face. He could see that he was always domineering, which was the Lord Min mentioned by his previous disciples.

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