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Xingqingyuan is located east of the Imperial City, less than a hundred steps close to the Imperial City.

Jia Ersan pushed open the door of Xingqingyuan, and was greeted by the breath of earthly years.

This Xingqingyuan has not been inhabited for many years, and dust has accumulated. Now someone opens the door, and the dust rushes out to meet the breath of people.

Zhao Wujiang fanned himself and looked at the residence at the foot of the imperial city.

The door is painted gold and has not peeled off, but it just looks a bit old over time.

The vermilion of the couplets posted has faded, and the ink marks have become torn.

The two big stone lions at the door are majestic. They have withstood the wind and rain over the years and no one cares about them, but they have not lost their vigor. The copper bells with big eyes are as if they are frightening the intruders.

Stepping into the gate, you will see a two-story building, which looks like a palace and an archway. The bluestone steps of the gate continue to extend inside, seemingly without end.

As soon as Zhao Wujiang entered the courtyard, he stepped into the gate of the palace archway, walked through, and what he saw was a whole row of ancient palaces.

"It's not smaller than Dugu Mansion..." Zhao Wujiang praised.

"That's natural." Jia Ersan exclaimed:

"King Xiaoyao is the younger brother of the late emperor, and he is extremely loved by the late emperor. I also heard that the late emperor had planned to pass the throne of Daxia to King Xiaoyao, but for some reason, the matter was dropped."

"Is there anything else going on?"

Zhao Wujiang was surprised. It seemed that the late emperor had a very good relationship with King Xiaoyao, otherwise he would not have any plans to pass on the throne.

"It's all happened over the years..."

Jia Ersan's eyes were deep and there was a peaceful smile on his face:

"King Xiaoyao is a generous and benevolent man, and he is also proficient in literature, Taoism and military strategy. However, he is too happy-go-lucky in nature. He does not care about power and politics, but likes to travel around and do things like drinking tea, playing chess and playing the harp."

"That's good, it will avoid conflicts between the government and the government."

Zhao Wujiang sighed and entered the courtyard three times to check the layout inside.

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Two carriages came quickly and stopped at the gate of Xingqingyuan. One was simple and grand, the other was magnificent.

The curtain of the carriage slowly opened, and an elegant old man with white hair and beard and a young man in white stepped out of the simple and elegant carriage.

On the magnificent carriage, a young man in blue brocade and a middle-aged man in gray robes stepped down.

The elegant old man and the young man in white are none other than Zhongshu Ling Liu Zhe and his grandson Liu Feng who came to apologize, while the young man in blue brocade and the middle-aged man in gray robe are the two uncles and nephews Liu Mang and Liu Wanshan who came to pay back the money and flatter themselves.

When the two sides met, they both stared at each other eagerly, calculating each other's purpose in their hearts.

The two young men glared at each other angrily, with expressions on their faces as if they were country bumpkins.

Liu Wanshan, a member of the Household Department, narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that the old man on the other side looked familiar, but he couldn't remember for a moment. He didn't let his nephew rush in. He couldn't let the two people on the other side see the purpose of his visit.

After all, the name of someone who owes money is a bit unpleasant to talk about.

Liu Zhe, Zhongshu Ling, looked at the gray-robed middle-aged man in front of him and snorted slightly in his heart. He had been an official for decades and was in the second rank of Zhongshu Ling. He would not look down upon ordinary people.

But it is precisely because he is an official and writes orders, and he does not want ordinary people to know that he brought his grandson to apologize to Zhao Wujiang. Although the person who apologized was not him, but his grandson Liu Feng, but if it was done by several people from the province and the Imperial College,

The annoying old guy will definitely laugh at him when he finds out.

The two sides were in a strange stalemate.

Young men and young men are always full of energy and conflict. Liu Mang glanced at Liu Feng and snorted in his heart. He raised his foot and was about to step into Xingqingyuan:

"Uncle, nephew went in first."

"Grandpa, I'll go first, you hurry up and follow."

Liu Feng also flicked his sleeves and glared at Liu Mang, finding that he was holding a gift box in his hand, obviously he was well prepared.

But so what?

Are your gifts comparable to those from my Liu family?

Liu Feng held the nanmu box in his arms, smiled proudly, and took steps.

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

Humph, the silver notes here alone are worth fifteen thousand taels of gold, not to mention a treasure... Liu Mang was so arrogant that he didn't like the look in the white-clothed boy's eyes, as if he was looking down on him.

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I will never let you go in front of me... A strange desire to win arose in the hearts of the two young men. They stepped forward together, walking faster and faster, and soon reached the threshold of the gate. They both looked at each other and hummed softly.

With a cry, he suddenly rushed, trying to get through the door first.

The two of them bumped into each other. You pushed me and I stopped you. At first, they were just pushing lightly, but it evolved into more and more physical movements. Finally, the two of them were wrestling together, rolling around in a ball on the ground at the gate.

go.

The big stone lion and copper bell at the door have big round eyes.

When Zhongshu Ling Liu Zhe and Liu Wanshan, a member of the household department, saw this scene, they both sighed:

"Why did you get me into trouble again?"

"Um?"
Chapter completed!