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Xingqingyuan is located east of the Imperial City, less than 100 steps away from the Imperial City.

Jia Er San pushed open the gate of Xingqingyuan, and a breath of time hit him.

This Xingqing Courtyard has not been inhabited for many years, and dust has accumulated. Now someone has opened the door, and dust has rushed out in front of the breath of people.

Zhao Wujiang fanned the air and looked at the residence under the heels of the imperial city.

The door paint has gold color, but it has not peeled off, but it looks a bit old over the years.

The vermilion red couplets posted have faded, and the ink traces have been broken.

The two big stone lions at the door were majestic. After years of wind and rain, no one took care of them and never lost their sharpness. The bronze bell's big eyes opened angrily as if it was shocking the invaders.

When you step into the gate, you will see a two-story building, which looks like a temple and a archway. The bluestone staircase of the gate continues to extend into it, as if there is no end.

As soon as Zhao Wujiang entered the courtyard, he stepped into the gate of the palace archway and walked past. What he saw was a row of ancient temples.

"Not smaller than Dugu Mansion..." Zhao Wujiang exclaimed.

"That's natural." Jia Ersan sighed:

"The King of Xiaoyao is the younger brother of the late emperor and is very loved by the late emperor. The old slave also heard that the late emperor had planned to pass the throne of Daxia to the Xiaoyao king, but for some reason, the matter was left unresolved."

"There is still this?"

Zhao Wujiang was surprised. It seemed that the old emperor had a good relationship with the Xiaoyao King, otherwise he would not have planned to pass the throne.

“It’s been a few years…”

Jia Ersan's eyes are deep and there is a peaceful smile on his face:

"King Xiaoyao is generous and kind, and is proficient in literature and martial arts. However, his mind is too free and he loves to travel around the country and play in the mountains and rivers without caring about power and politics, and does things like drinking tea, playing chess and playing the piano."

"It's good, it's good to avoid disputes between the court."

Zhao Wujiang sighed, enter the courtyard three times and check the layout inside.

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Two carriages drove in quickly and were parked at the gate of Xingqingyuan, one was simple and grand, and the other was magnificent.

The curtain of the carriage slowly opened, and a gentle old man with white hair and a young man in white walked down the ancient and elegant carriage.

On the magnificent carriage, a young man in blue and middle-aged man in gray robe walked down.

The elegant old man and the young man in white were the Zhongshu Ling Liu Zhe and his grandson Liu Feng who came to apologize, while the young man in blue and brocade and the middle-aged man in gray were the two uncles and nephews Liu Mang and Liu Wanshan who came to pay back the money and flatter him.

As soon as the two sides met, they stared at each other, thinking about each other's purpose.

The two young men even glared at each other, their faces full of expressions of a rustic bun.

Liu Wanshan, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Revenue, narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt that the other party's old man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. He did not let his nephew go in in a hurry. He could not let the other party see what he was going to do.

After all, it sounds a bit bad to say that the name of owing money.

The Secretariat Ling Liu Zhe looked at the middle-aged man in gray robe in front of him and snorted slightly in his heart. He had been an official for decades and had been in the second rank of the Secretariat Ling, and ordinary people would not be taken seriously by him.

But it was precisely because he was appointed as the Minister of the Central Committee that he was even more unwilling to be known by ordinary people that he brought his grandson to apologize to Zhao Wujiang. Although the person who apologized was not him, but his grandson Liu Feng, if he was a few from the Imperial College and the Imperial College

If the old guy finds out, he will definitely laugh at him.

The two sides were in a strange stalemate.

The boy and the boy are always energetic and conflicting. Liu Mang glanced at Liu Feng and snorted coldly in his heart. He raised his foot and was about to step into Xingqingyuan:

"Uncle, my nephew went in first."

"Grandpa, I'll take the lead, you can hurry up and follow."

Liu Feng also shook his sleeves and glared at Liu Mang, and found that he was carrying a gift box in his hand, obviously coming with preparation.

But so what?

Is your gift comparable to my Liu family?

Liu Feng hugged the Nanmu box in his hand in his arms, smiled proudly, and took steps.

The box is good, but I don’t know what’s inside?

Humph, I'm worth 15,000 taels of gold in my silver bill, let alone a treasure... Liu Mang swayed. He didn't like the look of the boy in white, as if he was looking down on him.

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You must never let you go ahead of me... The two young men felt a strange desire to win and lose, and they stepped forward together, and quickly reached the threshold at the gate. Both sides looked at each other and hummed lightly

With a sound, he suddenly jumped, trying to step into the door first.

The two of them collided, pushing me and I stopped you. At first, they just pushed and shoved gently, and turned into larger and larger body amplitude. Finally, the two of them fought together, hugged each other in a ball on the ground at the gate and rolled out.

go.

The big stone lion at the door has a round copper bell with big eyes.

When the Secretary of the Central Committee, Liu Wanshan, and the Ministry of Revenue, sighed when they saw this scene:

"Why did you cause trouble for me again?"

"Um?"
Chapter completed!