Ye Chunqiu looked at Deng Jian with a righteous look in a daze, and said for a long time: "Not far away, there is a Zuiyue Tower..."

"Whoever wants to go to that luxurious place, just find a tea shop." Deng Jian's expression suddenly became dark.

Ye Chunqiu discovered that he had actually changed into a dress of official clothes today... It seemed to be a newly customized one. Could it be... I will enter the palace tomorrow to see you, so I specially asked someone to sew a dress of new clothes, so...

As an official, he must take it as a warning. Ye Chunqiu thought in wonderingly that soon, he and Deng Jian took a casual tea shop and ordered a few side dishes.

Ye Chunqiu looked at Deng Jian and asked, "Censor Deng, do you drink or not?"

Deng Jian didn't say anything.

Ye Chunqiu simply asked the guy to bring the wine.

That night, Deng Jian was drunk. He beat his chest and fell to his feet, tears flowing, his nose hangs in the air, and even sobbing that he almost died.

"The prince in the empress's arms is a prince, but this is the prince, Ye Chunqiu, this is the prince...oh... it's gone like this, it's gone... it's gone like this..." A few people said this, with a heart-wrenching pain in their tone.

Although Ye Chunqiu could not understand his mood, he seemed to be infected by his emotions. The legitimate son, especially the eldest son in the palace, was a symbol of orthodoxy in this era, and the orthodoxy in Deng Jian's mind was said to have to be miscarried. This is indeed sad enough for Deng Jian and some scholars and officials. Perhaps in their hearts, they felt that the miscarriage was an emperor. The so-called king was worried about the ministers and humiliated the ministers, and the king was humiliated and died; if the king had miscarriage, it accidentally slipped out of the uterus... It seemed quite boring...

"Ah..." Just as Ye Chunqiu was losing his mind, Deng Jian suddenly held his hands in the sky, let out a roar, and howled: "I might as well die."

This time, Ye Chunqiu didn't stop him, and he would be unable to think about it. Now he stopped him only to give Deng Jian a few days to survive. Who knows why he will die for tomorrow?

Bang...

Deng Jian actually hit the pillar. The tea shop was originally a wooden structure. It was disrepaired. When he hit him, the pillar actually shook, and then it snapped and broke in response.

Then... the ceiling began to fall from the dust. Ye Chunqiu felt the whole winery shaking and stroked his forehead suddenly, thinking that he wouldn't be drunk as well. Crack, it seemed like the sound from the top of his head, and the beams and pillars were divided into two...

Ye Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, but suddenly he suddenly returned to his spirit and said, "Damn, Lord Deng, the house is about to collapse."

Deng Jian laughed: "The sky collapses and the earth is broken, this is an ominous sign. When God is angry, there must be some warning. It must be that when the son is willful and the Empress...uh... tomorrow I should submit an edict to Your Majesty to punish him..."

Ye Chunqiu pulled Deng Jian up, and someone downstairs screamed: "The building is about to collapse, the building is about to collapse..."

Ye Chunqiu opened the window. It was the second floor, two feet high from the ground. Seeing the teahouse tilted, many tiles on the top fell down. Ye Chunqiu suddenly pushed Deng Jian out and then jumped off. As soon as he stood firm, he heard Deng Jian's scream: "Oh, my feet are lame..."

Boom... At this moment, the restaurant suddenly collapsed, and dust rose up in the sky.

Deng Jian sobered up and just hugged his feet on the ground. The tiles fell on him, and he didn't even notice it. Then he looked at Ye Chunqiu sideways and couldn't help but say, "Chunqiu, how much does this restaurant cost..."

Ye Chunqiu gritted his teeth and was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Save people..."

He jumped into the rubble of the broken walls and rescued a friend who had no time to escape.

Fortunately, this wooden building would not cause too much damage, but it was messy all around, and someone howled: "Which god did this kill? Which one..."

Deng Jian felt that his legs hurt very much, and his heart was very cold. Under the long night, darkness enveloped his face. Ye Chunqiu was there to apologize for compensation. The other party saw Ye Chunqiu's official clothes that had not been replaced, and seemed to have a much better tone. However, when Deng Jian heard about 250 taels of silver, he felt a trembling in his heart.

"Hey..." When Ye Chunqiu left and returned, he helped Deng Jian up and sighed: "Mr. Deng, I will carry you, you have stood firm."

"Silver...I am naturally..."

"Forget it..." Ye Chunqiu shook his head and thought silently, "Please think it was the incense I gave you. Lord Deng... He is not a person raised by grains, damn... Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but want to scold him, but he was very convinced by Deng Jian. You are so god."

He returned to his residence with Deng Jian on his back. It was a very ordinary yard, and the location was very remote and even very old. Ye Chunqiu was not in the mood to look around Deng Jian’s house and examined him the wound. Then he frowned at Deng Jian and said, “Mr. Deng, I’ll get some medicine, your steps… are all…”

"You can search for it in the bookbox, and you don't have to get medicine. I prepared medicine, Ningbo's Baiyao, this is called precautions. I expected that there would be such a day."

Ye Chunqiu felt the muscles on his face twitch unconsciously and could not speak for a moment...

On the way back, the night was long and the wind was a little cold. Ye Chunqiu raised his eyes and looked at the full moon. Tomorrow... it was the festival.

Every festival, he misses his family more often, but Ye Chunqiu's relatives have increased a lot. In the past, only father and son depend on each other for life, but now... there seem to be many more people. There are a straight long street under his feet, and the end of the long street is still a long road. He can't see clearly and know what the end of the road is, but he still walks steadily and calmly.

After getting up early the next morning, Ye Chunqiu felt a little dizzy. He drank a lot of alcohol yesterday and didn't feel drunk at that time. When he woke up after a sleep, he felt a little drowsy. He quickly washed and rinsed, and found that he was getting up late today.

Today is a grand ceremony, but in the morning it was a rest. I waited until noon before going to Hanlin to see the palace before I would enter the palace to see the palace.

When Ye Chunqiu thought of this, he couldn't help but smile, and went to practice sword calmly, sweating heavily on his body, and went to take a bath. However, my father had already started to organize festivals at this time. This was the first time the Ye family celebrated the festival in Beijing, and it was his own house. Most of the servants here were from Ningbo. Because Ye Jing was just a politician and not a formal official, and the feast in the palace was only for the fifth rank or above, or the noble Hanlin, censor, and academic officials, and the ministers, so Ye Jing planned to celebrate the festival with the people in the house at home, and Ye Chunqiu had to come back to enjoy the moon at night.
Chapter completed!