As the parents talked and chatted, only Jiao Fang sat aside. He always seemed not very sociable in the cabinet. Although he could laugh with the three parents, he was always away from them.

He just smiled gently and stood up and said, "My husband, Jiao still has some things to deal with, so say goodbye."

Back at his public housing, he picked up his pen and wrote a note, then put it in an envelope, put it on a varnish, and said gently: "Shuli Zhang."

An old clerk heard the order and hurried in to salute and said, "I don't know what Mr. Jiao has to give."

Jiao Fang smiled in her eyes and said, "Lao Zhang, are your legs and feet getting better soon?"

Zhang Shuli said gratefully: "Mr. Jiao has been much better if he is worried about it. If Mr. Jiao hadn't invited the imperial doctor to help the students diagnose and prescribe a medicine, I'm afraid he would have to drag his sick leg on duty now."

Jiao Fang shook his head and said, "You are busy in the cabinet, working hard and making great contributions. All the officials in the cabinet have to rely on you. This is nothing. Oh, there is a small thing that I have to ask you to do, hey..." He laughed at himself: "It's actually a private matter. You were not troubled by your legs and feet."

Zhang Shuli hurriedly said, "Mr. Jiao has given me some instructions. If you are polite, the students are really shameless."

Jiao Fang pursed her lips and smiled: "The dog is ruthless and lives at home, waiting for the election of the Ministry of Personnel. I have something to ask him to do. I will be on duty tonight, and I am afraid that I will sleep in the cabinet. Although the matter is not urgent, I can't wait. So I asked the clerk Zhang to help deliver the note to the dog. If you really have difficulty in your legs and feet..."

Zhang Shuli shook his head quickly and said flatteredly: "It's okay for students, let's go now."

After receiving the letter, he was afraid that Jiao Fang would see his foot disease, so even if he endured the pain, he would go there in great interest.

Jiao Fang smiled at the corner of her mouth. Looking at Zhang Shuli's leaving back, she shook her head and easily picked up the memorial on the desk and started to write a ticket to work.

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The news of the sword competition spread wildly, and Ye Chunqiu became more troubled. Many people came to ask about this matter. Ye Chunqiu was so upset that he was bored. He even lost his mind to practice calligraphy and sword practice. He saw his father looking at him angry. Although he didn't say anything, he probably blamed him for being a little bit arrogant.

Ye Chunqiu simply said to his father: "My son has a friend in the inner city. My son has been visiting him these two days."

Ye Jing sighed and said nothing: "Come back earlier."

Ye Chunqiu was like being pardoned. He left the inn and entered the inner city before he knew it. Then he arrived at the "holy altar" of the White Lotus Sect. The craftsmen here were still busy. There were already some believers of the White Lotus Sect. He visited the main hall that had just been repaired. Ye Chunqiu was familiar with the journey to the back garden of the altar. After passing through the moon cave, a little maid came towards him. When he saw Ye Chunqiu, he said in surprise: "The Supreme Ancestor..."

Uh... it was the little maid who served Ye Chunqiu in Beitongzhou. When Ye Chunqiu heard the name of the little maid, he seemed a little embarrassed.

The little maid was stunned: "Oh, I actually forgot that you are the top scholar, so you are the top scholar."

Seeing that Ye Chunqiu was still carrying a small bag, he couldn't help but say, "Does Zhuangyuan want to move here?"

Ye Chunqiu said: "I'll hide for two days and have some leisure time. Oh, are you there? Forget it, I'll just move in by myself."

The little maid hurriedly led Ye Chunqiu to the backyard where she stayed last time. It was very spacious. There were dozens of houses in the backyard, no less than those rich courtyards. Ye Chunqiu even had the urge to move here to live forever in the future, but he still resisted it.

After a while, Xianglian came over worriedly: "Young Master Ye, are you... going to duel with the King of Swords in Beidi... I heard..."

Ye Chunqiu did not answer this question. In fact, he heard a lot of news. Now the major gambling shops are betting on the bets. Most people bought Mr. Zhu to win, which is unprecedented. The current situation is a bit complicated. It seems that it is no longer a sword competition between the two, but involves countless interests. If he doesn't go, those who are excited and betting will be so anxious that they will stamp their feet. Moreover, there may not be any more harsh words.

There are many powerful people in the capital. Once they avoid war, they will not only attract attention, but may also offend many people who should not be offended.

Furthermore... Mr. Zhu had sent his disciples to provoke one after another. It was fine once, but the number of times made Ye Chunqiu a little annoyed.

He was a foreigner. Now the Ministry of Personnel has not yet selected an official and is not a court official. Now it is a hot topic and it is a bit of a sensation. It seems that he can't even think about it.

That guy Xu Pengju is really a scam.

Having said that, if he pried his own corner, he would probably take revenge.

But this revenge... is always a bit funny.

Ye Chunqiu did not answer this question. He was used to taking absolute initiative in front of Xianglian, but just said to him: "I am a little hungry, please find me some food to eat."

Xianglian was helpless and had to nod. When she and the maid arranged the food, a few side dishes were placed on Ye Chunqiu's desk. There was also a pot of wine that had just been warmed up, which added wine to Ye Chunqiu. Xianglian frowned and said, "I...I know about you, I shouldn't say much, you...you have your own plans, but I heard that Mr. Zhu has a strong swordsmanship and is extremely exquisite, you..."

Ye Chunqiu of course also knew that Mr. Zhu was in his "peak period" at this time. Last year, he defeated several well-known swordsmen and had already become famous all over the world. Moreover, all the rumors about him can almost be described by magical skills.

Ye Chunqiu pursed her lips, and finally couldn't bear to worry Xianglian: "Well, I'll pay attention."

After drinking a cup of warm wine, Ye Chunqiu picked up a bite of the dish and said, "These two ****s want to hide for a while and stay here for two days. If they are seen, will it be bad?"

Xianglian smiled and said, "Okay, I'm just afraid that it will ruin your reputation."

OK... Ye Chunqiu thought about it and seemed that he had no reputation. So he had enough food, got up, and looked at Xianglian with a smile: "Don't worry about sword competition, oh, there is one more thing, do you have silver in your hands?"

Xianglian said without hesitation: "The court ordered the new construction of the White Lotus Sect's Holy Altar and allocated 4,200 taels of silver."

Ye Chunqiu curled his lips and said lightly: "Tell you a good way to prosper the White Lotus Sect. Now it is said that my winning rate is very low. If I buy one and lose three, I don't have any money at hand now. If I have one, I have to buy myself to win. Once I win, one thousand taels can change to three thousand taels. You might as well try it. With the money, many things will be easier."

Xianglian was a little amused and cried, and never expected Ye Chunqiu to have this idea.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!