Mrs. Zheng's face was full of smiles and she kept saying, "This depends on opportunities. Okay, I will try my best to pay attention to you."

After wiping sweat, Ye Chunqiu felt a little scared. In this world where everyone is pretending, it is really not easy to survive in the cracks of so many experts.

It was noon and finally the meal started. Zheng Tixue was a great master, and he was concerned about not eating or sleeping. Ye Chunqiu was still restrained at first and did not dare to eat too much. When Mrs. Zheng repeatedly urged him to eat more, Ye Chunqiu let go and immediately feasted. Seeing the little maid standing beside him was stunned. Zheng Tixue just said lightly: "I am really envious of Chunqiu when I see this."

Ye Chunqiu seemed embarrassed. When he finished the fourth bowl of rice, he scratched his head and said, "I didn't use breakfast when I came down." This is an excuse, because when he came, he bought four rice dumplings on the side of the road and ate them.

Mrs. Zheng frowned again: "This is not good. Is your father hungry for you like this? It's not okay if there is no woman at home. Look, your father should also reopen. The teacher's wife must pay more attention, so naturally she won't bury your father."

Ye Chunqiu was timid and felt his hair stand up. It was a pity that this teacher's wife would not be an insurance salesperson.

………………………………………

Beijing Forbidden City.

Although it was drizzling in the south, the weather was dry here. It was just summer, and the weather was neither cold nor hot. Liu Jin accompanied the emperor to pay homage to the empress dowager and wanted to work as a servant in the Sili Prison.

He was recently transferred to the Sili Supervisor, and now his power is getting bigger and stronger. He has not been proud for long, and he has encountered many troubles. For example, the officials in the cabinet, except for the Jiao Ge Lao, most of the others stay away from him, especially Xie Qian, who is even more frivolous, as if he is a revenge for killing his father, which makes him a little nervous.

After all, he was just a little companion. Although he was ascending the throne as the prince, he attained the power and ascended the sky alone, many things still seemed immature. If it weren't for the fact that Jiao Ge Lao always mentioned something behind his back, he wouldn't have overturned the ship many times.

Fortunately, Liu Jin was much more stable than before with the repeated hardships and baptisms.

When he arrived at Silijian, he had just sat down when his godson Liu Huan leaned out.

Ahem...

Liu Jin was at the desk, holding a pen, looking very keen on documentary matters. After all, his identities are very different and circulated outside. The cabinet's bachelor is called the prime minister, while the eunuch of the Silijian pen is the inner minister. In this way, he is also considered the prime minister. If he is equal to the cabinet's bachelor, he naturally has to have a somewhat correct attitude so that no one can talk about it.

When Liu Jin heard Liu Jin's cough, Liu Huan hurried in and said, "Dadfather has gone to accompany him just now?"

Liu Jin was too lazy to gossip with him, so he picked up a memorial sent by the Tongzhengsi Department, looked coldly, and said, "If you have something to say, you can pick up important things."

Liu Huan immediately hissed, "Godfather, my son didn't dare to disturb him, it's really... it's really... Some people bully people too much. Those scholars really think we are easy to bully, and they just let us be like pigs and dogs. My son found out that in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, many scholars were scolding their godfather and son, and the son couldn't swallow his breath."

When I heard someone scolding me, Liu Jin looked up unfairly. I didn’t cause anything recently, why did something happen again? This still makes people live a good life. I stay in the palace every day and do my job well. Wouldn’t it be hard to approve the winner in the Sili Supervisory Office?

He immediately looked ferocious and said sternly: "Who is it, who is so bold?"

Liu Huan looked indignant and said, "Who else can it be? Ye Chunqiu? Last time his godfather suffered the loss of surname He there. Even his godfather said Ye Chunqiu was good in front of the emperor. He is amazing now. After understanding Yuan, he immediately looked down on others and did not take his godfather seriously."

While saying that, he presented a line of short poems he copied, saying: "The latest intercepted by the factory guard. Ye Chunqiu wrote this poem, which was very sensational in Jiangnan. The factory secret report said that now the scholars in Jiangnan are people, so they said that there is no one below, eunuch. Look, godfather, Ye Chunqiu wrote a poem to fight us. This is clearly not taking our godfather seriously and not treating us as human beings. We have been purified since we were young and have suffered a lot. Now he writes poems, and I don't know what is written in this poem. I guess it's probably just scolding us. Godfather, it's okay to get a knife under him. He... He also sprinkles salt into the wound. This is a second injury, it's..."

When Liu Huan was excited, his eyes were red, which was definitely a secondary injury, and he must have been very ugly. Although Liu Huan didn't understand poetry, if it weren't for cursing people, why would people on the street say that there was nothing left after reading the poetry?

Damn, if I am gone, then you will be gone. If I am gone, then I am not a human being. Often, I will add a sentence later, "Damn eunuch, I'll go."

Why should I die? I didn't ask you to mess with you.

So the worst thing about scholars is Ye Chunqiu. Although his godfather was full of grievances a few days ago, he still said good things about him in front of the emperor. Well, the world is getting worse and worse, and you are even writing poems and cursing people.

Liu Jin was so angry that he was about to vomit his blood. He hurriedly took the paper that wrote a line of poems, and seemed furious. He looked at the poems with a deep brow and his face became even more serious.

Liu Huan looked up at him slightly, and saw that his godfather's face was gloomy and terrible, and he couldn't help but think, if I hadn't reported the report, I would have been afraid that my godfather would be scolded and would be kept in the dark.

At this moment, Liu Jin waved to him with a solemn look on his face: "Come on."

This is what my godfather has given me some advice. Should I immediately order the factory guards to go to Hangzhou to get people?

Thinking of this, Liu Huan was so energetic that he stepped forward slowly and said, "Please give me instructions to my godfather."

However, Liu Jin picked up the inkstone and smashed it on his head.

With a smash, the inkstone hit the forehead. This was the third time Liu Huan was hurt. He suddenly howled in pain and rolled on the ground with his head covering his head.

"Bastard!" Liu Jin's voice roared in the Sili Supervisor: "I told you to read more, how do we teach you a lesson in our daily life? Read more, you can't understand this poem, and you are also embarrassed to be our son? You are a fool who makes trouble! Ye Chunqiu is scolding us? If you don't even understand life as if you were the first meeting, you can't even understand it. You claim that you have read books in Nei Shutang, something that is worse than pigs and dogs. Look at how well this poem is written. If life is only like the first meeting, why does the autumn wind make a sad painting fan? People live like autumn wind, and a gust of wind passes. Isn't there a saying that "the flash of time passes? Isn't it said that life is short, and people live is sad."

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!