Transmigrating To The Ming Dynastys Imperial Examination - Chapter 241

Cui Que is really a person who can find things.

The two elders in the previous dynasty had sinned for his negligence, and the son Cui Xie could not run away. He almost resigned due to guilt. Before Mr. Cui went back to the countryside to keep his filial piety, because he was still a fourth-grade official, and there were many officials and celebrities in the village who came to him to talk to him, and he was concerned about saving face. Come and go, who knows what demon moth he can make?

When he left filial piety and moved back to live in Ancheng, he saw that the boss of Ju’anzhai was the old Cui Yuan from his former family. Will he use his old identity and his own son to oppress Cui Yuan?

If the treasurer of Ji is in the village, Cui Xie is not afraid of anything, but Cui Yuan is a bit stupid and loyal. It would be no good to ask this Master Cui to come out.

He was planning to take advantage of Cui Keshou’s work to completely move the head office to Beijing. The old shop did not keep printing artisans, only some new recruits. But now Xie Ying is willing to help him suppress Cui Que. With the methods he has been working for for so many years, what can he worry about?

Cui Xie hadn’t really been to the imprisonment. What came to mind was the movie heroes tied to a wooden stand by the villain. His face was covered with blood from the whip, and someone poured cold water on him.

If you replace the hero in the play with the face of Master Cuis face, he will be bloodied…

Hiss, it’s pretty cool!

Then Xie Ying is the big boss of execution. If he put on a tight-fitting black body, pinch his waist, hit a beam of light from the side, and deepen the shadow on his face, then play with his fingers carelessly, ordering his men to be tortured–

Cui Xie’s heart beat faster when he thought of the look he had never seen before, with a sense of evil spirit and mystery. He hugged Xie Ying’s waist and pressed his face against his arms. It took a while before he relaxed his strength and raised his head: “Let’s watch the blockbuster again, and I will ask you to comfort you. I’m afraid I can’t bear to let you go.”

Wouldn’t it be right not to let go? No matter how good the person in the painting is, it cannot be as good as the tangible living person in his arms.

However, the painting was specially painted by Cui Xie for him. The painting was the scene when they first saw it. Xie Ying also wanted to go through the original situation again, so she let Cui Xie go and sat back to the box and looked at it seriously.

Cui Xie was pulling the rope beside him, pulling it to change a picture. There were only eight pictures in total, and he could only draw a simple outline of the dangerous and dangerous situation that day.

But… how come this picture becomes less like what happened that day? Xie Ying stared at the picture inside the box, watching the old things still fresh in her memory take another path in the painting-after Xie Qianhu in the painting took down Zu Shi, Cui Xie was not directly injured Was sent to the inn, but stood up vigorously, walked in front of him, and held his hand.

Cui Xie’s leisurely voice came from above the cabinet: “Young Master Cui said Xie Qianhu: In the next house, he was poor, and he was not rewarded for life-saving, so he could only be accepted by his body. Xie Qianhu replied…”

Xie Zhenfu replied: “I can’t ask for it.”

The two of them missed it for a few years at first, but in this scene, there is no need to miss a moment. Cui Gongzi fell in love with the life-saving Xie Qianhu, and Xie Qianhu immediately agreed. This is a good story that people like.

He twisted his body, raised his hand to touch the table, grabbed Cui Xie’s clothes and pulled it into his arms: “Young Master Cui wants to promise Ben Qianhu, Xie Mou dare not refuse, this is ashamed. It’s…”

Cui Xie was still pulling the rope in his hand, and unexpectedly asked him to pull it to his lap, and hurriedly shouted: “There is still a paragraph. And after Xie Qianhu and Cui Gongzi are together, wait until I change the picture and watch it. Say it again.”

Xie Ying also stood up and watched Cui Xie open the lid of the box and adjusted the position of the pictures on the upper and lower floors. The new picture Yingying Chuochuo is just two people who depend on each other. The people are still glued together with several layers of thick paper, floating on the base map, which is different from the complete set of stories just now.

After closing the lid, Cui Xie no longer stood at the table telling him, but sat quietly in his arms, leaning sideways and looking at the nearest lens next to him.

Xie Ying also moved her face up, looking at the painting in the box.

Looking from the outside of the lens, the feeling is not the same as looking at the top of the box. The edge of the picture is slightly deformed. From the top, it is just a small picture of a figure with thick paper glued on the back. It feels alive and independent. . The two of them stood in the flower hall, the garden, the bedroom, the foothills…in different environments, their postures and movements were almost the same, but their faces gradually changedfrom the young man when they first met to the white-haired old man.

They actually spent their entire lives in just a few pictures, as if they had really stayed together for a lifetime.

Xie Ying moved his eyes away from the lens, and the love in his heart was almost overflowing, and he leaned in his ear and said, “If you don’t come here, let’s not wait until the night, okay?”

He said “Okay?”, his hand had passed through Cui Xieyi, and he slowly lifted the belt tied with his shirt. Cui Xie sent the house so clean just to do it anytime. He didn’t even care about letting go of the rope in his hand, so he grabbed his arm and stretched out to his chest and said, “Well, don’t worry… I have already ordered. Come and deliver food after dark.”

Now that there is still a lot of time before dinner, Xie Ying is naturally kind. Cui Xie made him unconsciously provoke him and pulled out his waist. The side of his neck happened to be attached to the cold crystal, and he shivered suddenly. His arm shook as he touched behind him. The rope in his hand held the wheel in the box, and he moved behind the crystal mirror. The pictures were changed.

The picture changes too quickly, and it turns into afterimages in the window, and occasionally I get the illusion that the person in the picture is alive, gradually aging and regaining youth.

Cui Xie grasped the rope, just like holding something that could support his body. He didn’t dare to let go, pulling the rope to reach the window lattice. His upper body is neat and tidy, net towels and hats are tightly tied, but his face is reddish, his hands are trembling and he stretches out to the courtyard, trying his best to grab the window sash and pull it back.

The gasp was lowly submerged in the wind, and the white translucent oil paper blocked the light outside the window and also suppressed the sound in the room. Only a few drops of sweat fell on the wooden box with a string of light noises. Xie Ying put one hand on the box, blocked the rim of the box for him, and sat back on the large official chair with his waist, and surrounded the person in his arms, whispering the story of Xie Zhenfu’s winding path. .

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I’ve seen the little play at home, it’s the Jinyiwei play of Gaobaihu Pai.

Gao Baihu has taken up the Huangjia Garden, and the layout is similar to the two general elections of Ju’anzhai. The shopkeeper is asked to help you with the details, and specially invited the tea shop with the best relationship with Jinyiwei to set up the stall. He even copied Cui Xie’s tickets for the two general elections in the theater tickets, and asked Ju Anzhai to help print the colored portraits of Xie Zhenfu, Cui Hanlin and 14,000 households.

As long as he wants to invite related households, naturally Cui Xie is also in the queue. Now that Cui Xie is Hanlin, if Gao Baihu asks him, he can’t just ask the next person to hand over the post, but personally bring the post and the gift to his door. Please give him a reward.

Cui Xie was still close to him, and smiled: “Master Gao invites me, how can I not go? Not only do I go alone, but I also need to invite many familiar relatives and friends. The adults will send me a few more invitations.”

There must be Zhang Guozhang and two uncles among his relatives and friends!

The godfather of Gao Baihu is trying to climb the path of the queen. How can the son not be fawning? He patted his chest and said, “I have to consider what others want my posts. Only Brother Cui wants as many as there are, even if there are no posts. No one in my family recognizes Cui Hanlin’s handsome face of Pan An Song Yu! Ren! Whoever you bring in is a distinguished guest!”

Cui Xie stopped being polite with him: “Then I will bring dozens of people in and let everyone open their eyes to see the magical skills Gao brought out from the palace.”

Gao Baihu smiled so hard that he couldn’t see his teeth. He said a few words of humility and left Cui’s house with a grin. When he turned around, he asked people to send hundreds of tickets to the door.

Cui Xie gave Xie Ying a few. The authors of the Hanlin Academy gave enough for their family to go with them. They also invited their friends in the same year and the same town, as well as the two disciples and their fathers.

Zhang Guozhang’s family is now an identity that everyone wants to flatter, but it is precisely because of their high status that they can’t reach them, and those who can get it don’t bother to watch such a play that ordinary sergeants can enter. Cui Xie came to deliver a movie ticket, Zhang Guozhang was also very happy, left him for dinner, and said with emotion: “When we were studying together at the Imperial Academy, how deep was the friendship between the classmates? I am now the head of the country. On the contrary, the old friends are alienated-some want to use my identity to study upwards, some cherish their reputations, and do not want to associate with my cousin… and you still regard our Zhang family as the former Zhang family.”

Cui Xie comforted: “Brother Zhang is now the head of the state, and every move involves the wife and even the emperor, and naturally has a harder life than others. Brother Zhang only said that I have not changed, and my attitude has actually changed when I am dealing with your family. Otherwise, I would have forced the Heling and Yanling brothers to study, do papers, and mock exams. Where would I tell them to see the theater ticket?”

Zhang Guozhang thought of his past ambitions in a daze, drank a glass of wine, clapped the invitation in his hands and said: “If my family is still in the past, these two puppies want to play truant from school, see if I don’t discount their legs! “

The two uncle Zhang Guoxuan were waiting for the wine. He heard the harsh words of his father and the teacher. Thinking about the hardship that the two uncles had to make a fuss when Xie Zhen got home, they couldnt help feeling chills, wishing to enter immediately. The palace gave the emperor’s brother-in-law three kneelings and nine knocks, thanking him for marrying their eldest sister, and extorting his brother-in-laws for learning.

It’s a pity that they rejoiced that it was too early, and Teacher Cui hadn’t let them go.

The two wanted to drink a few more wines and drunk their elders, and fooled their reading and writing, but unexpectedly, the more Teacher Cui drank, the more clear he became. They remembered their sister Empress Zhang was pregnant and gave birth, and pointed to them and said: “The Queen is about to Yu Yuanzi, the Heling brothers will be Yuanzi’s uncle in the future. Yuanzi has no brothers, and there are only eunuchs in the palace. Their brothers can enter the palace more often than when others accompany Yuanzi, and they must know better than others. Book the ceremony, to guide Yuanzi to learn

“I have the ritual scriptures in my family. My brother did not learn well and couldn’t teach others. But I remember that Wang Sheng and Wang Xiu compiled Shi’an scriptures to govern the “ritual” scriptures. When I turned back, I asked Shi’an a few copies for them. Handout.”

The two uncles were so frightened that they threw their hip flasks and hugged their teachers thighs and said, “Sir, we really know how to teach Yuanzi to read! We can teach you without learning “Li” from the champion, really, sir. When we taught us how to do test papers, write essays, and write reviews, we all remembered to make sure that Yuanzi has endless questions!”

Zhang Guozhang didn’t care about his two sons, he just stared at Cui Xie with bright eyes, and asked with a smile: “Hexin knows that the queen is a prince, not a princess? If others say I will not believe it. If you say, I believe it is true, and tomorrow I will ask my old wife to come to the palace to comfort my mother!”

Cui Xie thinks that Zhang Guozhang’s words are a bit strange, it seems a bit superstitious… But Empress Zhang is indeed the birthplace of Ming Wuzong Zhu Huzhao, history should be right. He answered vaguely and turned to persuade the two disciples to study.