But how could Zixi stop Ji Yong?

Ji Yong swaggered until he passed through the hand-paper veranda to the front yard.

A large number of people surrounded the old man and walked in.

The old man was medium-sized, with white hair and rosy complexion. He wore a royal blue silk straight-up silk that was not old. He had a small bottle of red agate on his waist. His eyes were bright and bright, but he showed a bit of novelty that only young people had.

As soon as he saw Ji Yong, he laughed and said, "Jianming, how did you know I'm here? I also specifically told them not to tell you. I heard that you did a good job in the Hanlin Academy? Come, let me see if you have grown a little."

"Great-grandfather!" Ji Yong opened his eyes wide, turned around and looked fiercely, looking like "Why didn't you tell me?"

Zixi couldn't help but shrink his neck and said hurriedly: "It was the two masters who ordered it, saying it was the old master's intention. I wanted to give you a surprise, so we didn't say it."

"I think there is shock, but I don't know where the joy comes from!" Ji Yong stumbled, walked over with a stern face, saluted Old Master Ji, and shouted "Great-grandfather".

Old Master Ji habitually reached out to touch Ji Yong's head. He never thought that Ji Yong was no longer the childish boy he used to be. He looked one head taller than him. He raised his hand and touched Ji Yong's head. He smiled and praised him, "Be good". The scene was a bit funny.

Ji Song and Ji Qi lowered their eyelids, as if they were not seeing them.

The others also turned their heads away.

Ji Yong's mouth twitched slightly.

Mr. Ji had already pulled Ji Yong's hand. While walking, he was talking to him: "Where are you going? This year it's rare that everyone gathered together, don't go out to play, and accompany me. I brought a few inkstones from Jiangnan. It was your uncle who respected me. Among them was a Yishui inkstone and a Dragon Tail inkstone. Please help me with my palms." As he said that, he turned around and glanced at the grandsons who followed him. The great-grandchildren looked at him and said with a smile, "You will take one piece later."

After hearing this, Ji Yong's cousins ​​came forward and thanked Mr. Ji with fun. He shouted that Mr. Ji was partial and said, "What's the use of having inkstones or not? It's better for good people to do it to the end in your hometown. Give us a few pieces of pine smoke ink!"

"I just knew I couldn't speak," Old Master Ji looked heartbroken, "It would cause heavy bleeding when he opened his mouth. I want one ink, but no ink. Do you want it or not?"

Everyone likes Mr. Ji, who is like an old naughty boy, smiles and cheers: "Of course, you need ink and ink."

A group of people entered the hall with laughter.

Ji Yong bared his mouth and followed Old Master Ji with a toothache.

If it was someone else, he would leave even if he didn't even win. But facing Mr. Ji, who had never won since he was a child, in addition to being old, he also had a kind of respect for the strong. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still sat down with Mr. Ji in the hall.

Mr. Ji leaned over and said to Ji Yong: "Your room teacher, Lord Yang, praised you for your praise, and wrote me a letter. I praised you for your knowledge of Jiaxiang, which is comparable to ordinary scholars. He values ​​you so much. Since I have come, people will meet him--you will accompany me to see Lord Yang tomorrow. We are both Nanzhili, and distant relatives are not as good as neighbors. You should always ask for advice if you have nothing to do on weekdays."

What's the best place to go?

Every time he went there, he said he wanted to do farm work. He asked everywhere for questions from managers who knew farm work, so he was not in trouble...

Ji Yong responded dumbly, "Yes".

Old Master Ji smiled and ignored Ji Yong and talked to Ji Song and Ji Qi.

The matter of going to find Chen Qushui will naturally be ruined.

Not only that, Mr. Ji also dragged Ji Yong to visit this place today. He would like to introduce some old friends to Ji Yong to know him. Ji Song and Ji Qi naturally supported him fully, so that Ji Yong spent all his time with Mr. Ji except for going to the Hanlin Academy.

In the blink of an eye, it was midsummer. Old Master Ji had no intention of going back. Instead, he became more interested. He had to walk all the places he had walked when he was young, and he had to make up for his regrets and even more.

The person who was born in him came to report that Chen Qushui would start to return to the realm in a few days.

Ji Yong was so upset that he shook his sleeves and stopped accompanying him.

Ji Qi burst into blue veins and taught him a lesson: "The old man has a few good days left. When he can eat and drink, we descendants are unfilial. Will we be filial to the ancestral hall when we enter the soil? If you dare to come in front of him, you will kneel to the ancestral hall for me!"

The Ji family’s ancestral hall is in Yixing.

Ji Yong simply knelt in the Buddhist temple where the portraits of the Ji family's ancestors were worshipped.

Ji Qi was so angry that he almost stopped breathing, looking for feather dusters everywhere, and wanted to hit Ji Yong.

Han also felt that Ji Yong was too much, so he stopped Ji Song from being persuaded: "Filial piety is the first priority. If he doesn't even understand this, he might as well kill him."

Ji Song sighed.

Ji Qi beat Ji Yong up.

Ji Yong said: "Then I don't have to accompany my great-grandfather everywhere every day!"

Ji Qi didn't say a word for a long time.

After Ji Yong got off the yamen, he went to find Chen Qushui.

Chen Qushui is not in the shop.

Tian Fugui spoke to Ji Yong very attentively: "...Master Qi invited Mr. Chen to speak, and he might be a little late to come back. I wonder what Mr. Ji is asking Mr. Chen for something? Do you want me to pass on a message? Or, I told him that you have come to him and asked him to visit you tomorrow?"

Do you want to see your aunt?

Ji Yong thought about it and left the shop absent-mindedly.

A carriage was parked beside him, and he lifted the curtain and shouted to him: "Ji Jianming, what are you doing here?"

Ji Yong looked up and saw He Yu sitting in a beautiful carriage.

Since the two fought in the Zuixianlou, He Yu felt that Ji Yong was generous. Ji Yong felt that He Yu was a responsible person. Instead, they walked around from a distance. Ji Yong was on the gold list, and He Yu sent a gift to him. He Yu got married and Ji Yong went to have a wedding banquet.

"It's nothing, just go around." He subconsciously didn't want He Yu to know that this was Dou Zhao's pen and mo shop.

He Yu didn't care. He nodded and said, "I'm going to Zuixianlou for a drink. Do you want to go together - the hosts are Chen Zexi, Xu Zhiji, Yang Yunxiao, and Cai Guyuan are all present."

Chen Zexi is a minister of the Ministry of Rites and is only 32 years old this year. The grandson of Chen Yan, the former Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, is a famous young talent in the court, and He Yu married Chen Zexi's cousin.

Xu Zhiji and Yang Yunxiao were Ji Yong's colleagues in the Hanlin Academy and were not old.

Ji Yong was feeling uncomfortable. He heard that Cai Guyuan, who was always looking at him, was also there. He immediately became interested and got on the carriage without hesitation: "That's disturbing."

He Yu admired Ji Yong's rebellious celebrity's limelight the most, and laughed and gave in to Jie Rang, and went to Zuixian Tower with Ji Yong.

If Ji Yong had a vicious tongue, there wouldn't be many people who could resist it.

Before he finished drinking, Cai Guyuan's face turned pale.

Xu Zhiji and Yang Yunxiao held back and did not laugh out loud.

Seeing that this was not a problem, Chen Zexi winked at He Yu and signaled He Yu and Ji Yong to leave first.

Seeing that Cai Guyuan was very bored, He Yu had no intention of continuing to embellish the peace here, and quietly said a few words to Ji Yong. After drinking the wine in the wine cup, the two stood up to say goodbye.

As he crossed the aisle, he couldn't help but complain, "Didn't he say he's so talented? I don't think so..."

Without saying a word, a person suddenly appeared in the private room next to him and almost hit He Yu.

He Yu couldn't help but push the man.

The man drank a little too much, staggered and almost fell to the ground, suddenly feeling a little angry and said loudly: "You don't have any fucking eyes when you walk!"

He Yu didn't hear such words, and immediately grabbed the man's clothes and scolded: "Who the hell are you talking about? You have the will to say it again! I won't beat you all over the floor to find teeth, my surname is not 'He'!"

But the one said "huh" and a flattering smile appeared on his drunken face: "Mr. Ji, didn't expect to meet you here?"

Ji Yong vomited a lot and was watching the fun on the side in a good mood. Unexpectedly, the other party called him a greeting. He was slightly stunned and said, "Who are you?"

The man stood up straight and smiled, "I'm in the downstairs, Zheng Zhaokun, the head of the Ministry of Works, Dushuiqing Literature. When Lord Ji was in high school, he went to the mansion to congratulate him and met Lord Ji."

Where did Ji Yong recognize him?

I thought that my uncle was the Minister of Works. This man probably used his high school to give gifts.

He said "Oh".

He Yu couldn't settle the score with him, and said unhappily: "Forget it, you can accompany me, just forget about this!"

Zheng Zhaokun hurriedly nodded and bowed to accompany him, and warmly invited him: "Young Master He, Lord Ji, it is better to meet him by chance than to invite him. Please give me a chance to give you a glass of wine."

He laughed at He Yu's words, looked at him and said, "I can't tell, you are still a clever person."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the elegant room behind Zheng Zhaokun open, and a burst of silk and bamboo sounds and the teasing of a woman came out.

Someone walked out and shouted "Zheng Zhaokun" at the top of his throat. He looked up and saw Zheng Zhaokun beside him. He patted his shoulder vigorously and said in a drunken state: "Have you fucked falling into the hair pit?"

Ji Yong and He Yu couldn't help but look into the private room.

I saw a young man sitting in the main seat of the private room who was more beautiful and delicate than a little girl.

He sat next to him, one was pouring wine for the boy, and the other was teasing the handsome and tall man sitting next to the boy with a handsome and upright look.

The man seemed a little uncomfortable with such occasions, and there was a bit of embarrassment between his eyebrows and eyes.

Feeling someone looking over, the boy raised his head and glanced at them with a hint of grin, with a bit of ruffian expression.

He Yu frowned and whispered to Ji Yong: "It's Gu Yu."

The little overlord of Kyoto, the nephew of Queen Wan, and the eldest grandson of Yunyang Gu Quanfang.

Ji Yong has also heard of it.

But his eyes fell on the handsome man beside Gu Yu, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp blade-like cold light.

"Mr. Zheng invited me warmly. If we don't go to have a few drinks, it would be too unpretentious to give Lord Zheng a face." Ji Yong said lightly and walked into the elegant room.

He Yu was stunned.

I had to follow him in.

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Sisters, brothers, today's update.

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Chapter completed!