Seeing Pan Yan's appearance, Zheng Zi was both painful and dissatisfied. He became more and more aware of his dead father's words, which was "good mules and horses would not enter the market." As the Minister of Rites, Pan Yan was considered a scholar who was well-read in poetry and books. How could he be so arrogant about his own poetry and essays? But he couldn't blame the other party completely. Who told him that he wanted to pass the Jinshi exam and was eager to give him a tribute? Under the eaves, he had to bow his head and could only look at the eyes of the chief officer.

"These two sentences of "Late Life" seem to be ridiculed by the clasping of hands (1), but that's not the case..." Just as Zheng Zhi was diligently explaining his proud couplet, the official suddenly came in and reported, "Gao Langjun has returned from Zhongnan Mountain."

"Okay!" Pan Yan immediately smiled, patted his thighs, and raised his palms. He ignored Zheng Zi's shock at the audience and walked out of the expression that the deputy was hurried to greet him.

At this moment, Mrs. Pan stayed behind the curtain and coughed a few times. Pan Yan woke up and said, "The poems and essays of Mr. Zheng are indeed exquisite. After waiting for the Master of the Etiquette, you can put them on the desk of Master of the Etiquette. But now there is an urgent matter and you have to go, and you will lose your companionship."

After saying that, Pan Yan strides away from the middle hall and walks towards the backyard.

Zheng Zhi sat on the mat in the middle hall and looked at the curtain behind the desk again - even Mrs. Pan quickly disappeared.

Soon, Zheng Yu was left alone in the entire central hall. The autumn wind blew across the curtain and made a whirring sound. About half a quarter of an hour later, Zheng Yu continued to sit upright, sighed slowly, rolled his eyes, and complained word by word: "There must be someone who comes first, then comes?"

After saying that, Zheng Feng stood up, held his book on Pan Yan's desk, then bowed respectfully, turned around and said goodbye...

It was soon October 13th, and the winter in Chang'an always came early. At dusk, Liu Yan, who came down to the court, stood behind his hands, and stood on the street with some uneasy eyes staring at a house.

The Hu slave behind him, named Wanda, carried a large basket of thick bamboos, which contained several curtains made of thick bamboos, and squatted in the corner of the wall.

The cold wind whirled, and the curtain hanging in front of the house was dilapidated and swung. Every time he swung, Liu Yan couldn't help but sigh, put his hand in front, rubbed it, looked at Wanda and the big basket, and then looked at the house, paced back and forth, as if he was very concerned.

"Mr., will you give it to me or not?" Wanda raised his head and asked.

Liu Yan frowned and pondered for a while. At this time, a report suddenly came from the other side of the street, "Li Zuocheng, the Shangshu Province, returned to his hometown!"

Several guards led a thin horse with famous officials on it, swaying towards the old house that Liu Yan was looking at.

Liu Yan didn't hesitate and quickly said to Wanda, "Let's go!"

"Oh." Wanda stood up, carried a big basket, followed the owner behind him, and walked along the wall to another street.

Next, Liu Yan led his horse in front, Wanda was behind, and Wanda grinned as he walked.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Yan's beard raised and raised.

"This is the third time the owner has come to deliver the bamboo curtain, but he just didn't give it."

"As soon as I saw Li Zuocheng, I couldn't say anything, that's all."

"It's also strange. The mistress is Li Zuocheng's real sister. As a result, the master saw that his curtain was broken and he couldn't even give away several thick bamboo curtains."

It turned out that the sister of the Left Secretary Li Yi was the wife of the Minister of Personnel Liu Yan. Last time Liu Yan came to visit Li Yi, he saw that his family was really dilapidated, especially the curtains were all worn out, so he asked Wanda to get a few new thick bamboo curtains and prepare to give them to Li Yi, but for the third time in a row, he retreated in front of Li Yi's door.

"It is precisely because Li Zuocheng is my closest relative..." Liu Yan said leisurely at last, leading his horse to his house.

Who would have thought that after returning home, his son-in-law Pan Yan came to pay a visit?

Liu Yan asked his wife to arrange some food and entertain her son-in-law, and placed the big basket and bamboo curtains in the courtyard.

During the meal, Liu Yangang asked Pan Yan what was wrong, and Pan Yan bowed and said tremblingly, "The son-in-law is here to discuss the release of the results this year with his father-in-law."

"Oh?" Liu Yan paused, and then said to his son-in-law, "It's okay to just say it."

"Son-in-law, the son-in-law wants Gao Yue from the Imperial College to pass the imperial examination..."

When he heard this, Liu Yan stared at his son-in-law with a strange look, while Pan Yan lowered his head a little guiltyly. Liu Yan couldn't help laughing, "Yun Jun, you just let Gao Yue pass the line and get the line. Are you afraid of Chang Gun?"

"Yes." Pan Yan did not hide it in front of his father-in-law.

"Chang Gun is not afraid. I am just curious. Why do you admire Gao Yue so much? He gave you the money and silk that you can use to enlighten the gods?" Liu Yan asked, and then he pinched up the strange money that Gao Yue had given him before, which was engraved with exquisite chrysanthemum reliefs, and some strange symbols and words.

"I dare not!" Pan Yan said hurriedly, "The son-in-law is here to be a tribute, and he always keeps himself clean and does not dare to do anything corruption."

"What is that?"

"Gao Yue's book."

"It's interesting, the scriptures are just some poems and essays, which can make you like this..."

Before Liu Yan could finish his words, Pan Yan brought out Gao Yue's "Collection of Suspicious Cases in Huaibei" and placed it in front of him.

With a suspicious look, Liu Yan unfolded the "Collection of Suspicious Cases in Huaibei"...

The next morning, when he went to the streets of the imperial city, Liu Yan rode on a horse, putting aside Gao Yue's "Collection of Suspicious Cases of Huaibei" and was walking and watching it. He was shocked and could not let it go at all. But after suffering, Wanda had to raise the fire and hold the page of the book dragged down by his master.

"Wanda, I think the Huaibei in this book is Huang Banxing. He died in his residence, and he died in the post station, and he died in Fangshe Fangshe, and he died in Buddhist temples. It seems that all the doubts of dead people in the world are for him." Liu Yan read it rare, but he did not forget to make a joke to comment.

Soon he arrived at the steamed Huer stall of An Lao Huer. Even An Lao Huer was surprised. This was the first time he saw Liu Yan not dismounting. Instead, he focused on his mount and looked at the Shuwen. He didn't raise his head. He actually asked Wanda to buy four steamed Huers, and then looked at the Wenwen and left.

After walking for a while, almost reaching the territory of Chongrenfang, Liu Yan suddenly remembered something. He looked back at the steamed Hu stall with yellow lights burning in the misty fog, "By the way, Qi Qian Langjun and I have an agreement here tomorrow. Let my eyes see through everything."
Chapter completed!