Song Zhi walked out of the courtyard and tiptoed to avoid the potholes that had accumulated water and walked in the direction of memory.

The wind is drizzling, the crowded people just now dissipated in an instant under the gloomy sky, and the streets are now empty...

Song Zhi was walking on the wide street. The small oil-paper umbrella could not block the storm. The wet clothes were wrapped tightly around his body, as if he was being pushed forward by the wind.

“What a heavy rain…”

Song Zhi's hair on his temples was stuck to his mouth by the wind. He pushed his hair away from his forehead, and his ears were filled with noisy sounds of rain. The rain fell on the bluestone slabs and splashed water.

Looking at his soaked boots, Song Zhi simply held the umbrella away, and ran straight towards Baima Street without caring about whether he stepped on the water.

Just as Song Zhi wiped off the rain on his face and trotted on the street, he didn't know that in a grandly decorated restaurant on the street, there were several fun eyes staring at him.

These are three young men wearing jade plaques and wearing regular crowns and gorgeous clothes, gathering around a few sides of a desk to drink.

One of the young men with a clean face and looked a little weak, stretched out their left hand and spoke up and said:

"The sudden rain entered the capital in the autumnal equinox, which made the girl look ashamed."

His tone seemed pity and tactful, but his eyes looked at Song Zhi's back very frivolous.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

"What a poem, what a poem!"

A burst of applause came, another short and fat man sitting next to the weak young man. The fat meat on his chin was marked by a turban under the crown, which looked a little funny.

"It's worthy of being Brother Li. This ability to write poetry improvise is really envious of us." After that, he raised his wine glass and cried a glass with the young man who recited poetry.

"See laughter, see laughter."

The young man surnamed Li quickly raised his glass to return, his tone of modestness, but the pride in his eyes could not be concealed.

The full name of this young master surnamed Li is Li Yifan. He is the son of Li Dian, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites. He studied literature with great Confucian scholars at Baima Academy since he was a child. He is considered a famous talent in the literary world in the Beijing circle.

The fat man around him who supported him was Wu Shu, the son of the Minister of Justice.

Sitting opposite them was a silent young man with two beards on his lips, looking more mature than them.

He still looked at Song Zhi's back as he left from downstairs, savored the poem that Li Yifan had improvised just now, and nodded secretly.

The rain is misty, and although I can't see the face of the woman downstairs clearly, it must be excellent...

pity.

When Li Yifan saw the man opposite him, he raised his glass with both hands and said to himself:

"Brother Situ, I haven't met for a long time. Li will give you a cup."

The bearded young man glanced at Li Yifan indifferently, and just raised his glass with one hand and touched it casually, without saying anything unnecessary.

Li Yifan drank all the wine in the glass and did not forget to smile embarrassedly.

Although he was talented in poetry and his father was one of the second-in-commands of the Ministry of Rites and was considered a descendant of the famous family, he was still slightly inferior to the two young masters in front of him.

I won’t mention the son of the Shangshu next to me, and the person sitting opposite me is even more amazing.

His name is Situ Yin, and he is the youngest son of the prime minister of the current dynasty. The Situ family is not simple. In the dynasty of Dayuan, which did not pass on official positions, he has been a priest for several generations, and has achieved a legend. He is a great family with many outstanding personalities and a prosperous influence.

Wu Shu, the son of the Minister of Justice, was not as reserved as Li Yifan. Seeing that Situ Yin was not very interested, he asked:

"How has Brother Situ been recently? Your Majesty's birthday is approaching. I still don't know if I have the chance to join my father to celebrate my birthday. Alas..."

When Li Yifan saw Wu Shu ask this, his ears couldn't help but ridge up and looked at Situ Yin.

Situ Yin smiled, and naturally he knew that Wu Shu and the others wanted to confirm what they asked him to come out at this time.

The list of heroes enthroned every three years will be announced, which is a big deal for them, the royal children.

Although there has never been a saying that from the kings, princes, generals, and local county magistrates, a good father has always been a natural plug-in in any era.

If you cannot give up your official position, then arrange some beautiful people who are prone to accumulating fame as the stepping stone in the officialdom. This kind of operation has existed since ancient times, but it is not a complete disadvantage.

At least those high-ranking officials, such as Li Yifan, began to study or practice martial arts hard for this day, and their abilities were indeed extraordinary that ordinary people could easily catch up with.

The enthronement of heroes once every three years is aimed at enthroning famous geniuses under the age of 25, which is the stepping stone they dream of, and have the opportunity to take a step forward.

Twelve years ago, the eldest son of King Gui, was named General, and was named Unparalleled and became famous overnight.

Three years ago, Zhu Wushi, the eldest son of Duke Zhenguo, was named Shirijuan and was the capital.

As long as these two men are not dead, it is only a matter of time before they inherit their father's legacy in the future. They really make them envious, jealous and hateful, as well as powerful children.

Situ Yin leaned back and asked indifferently:

"You are so worried that you won't be able to choose?"

Although this hero's title can save people from verbalism and naturally climb to a very high official position, the quota is limited. Countless powerful and powerful people in the capital are operating, and they are not sure whether they can get the dividends.

Wu Shu smiled and said mysteriously: "Actually, I'm not panicking. My father has paved the way for me long ago. Besides, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has promised me privately. This time, Junjie is sure to be sure."

Li Yifan was relieved when he heard this. Situ Yin didn't need to say much. There must be his place here. Wu Shu was so confident that he should have received the news.

I am actually very sure that even the younger generation is not unique in their poetry and literary style, they are not inferior to anyone. In addition, there is no son of the Minister of Rites, so there is no obstacle for my father to operate it.

The most important thing is that they are all princelings and have expressed their loyalty in private.

The future prince ascended the throne, and it is a good time to cultivate his confidant, and it will definitely fuel the fire.

After hearing Wu Shu's words, Situ Yin looked at Li Yifan, grinned and asked, "Guess what official you are."

Li Yifan came to his senses, thought for a while and replied:

"If you expect it to be good, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites... I am not qualified yet, but the words of the Minister of State are somewhat likely."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yifan suddenly reacted and asked:

"Brother Situ has already seen that list?"

After hearing Li Yifan's words, Situ Yin slapped his legs and laughed constantly. He touched the beard on his lips and said, "I am worthy of being a talented man. Just guess it is accurate. The Ministry of Rites has indeed been appointed as the Minister of State."

Wu Shu next to him laughed and started pouring wine for Li Yifan, congratulating: "Congratulations to Brother Li, for his rise to the top in the Ministry of Rites in the future, and it is just around the corner."

Li Yifan was also overjoyed and thought that Situ Yin had agreed, so he quickly picked up the wine glass and toasted the other two.

"whispering sound..."

Situ Yin did not raise his glasses with them, but slowly stood up from the seat, waved his sleeves, looked at the two people in front of him coldly, and said:

"Don't call me Situ Yin in this kind of wine party in the future."

Li Yifan and Wu Shu were stunned and held the wine glass and raised their hands in the air, not knowing why.

Situ Yin looked out the building, and the strong wind blew the store's flags, and the beautiful figure just now could no longer be seen in the rain. Then he waved his hand and turned around and left, without even looking at the two people who were drinking just now.

"From today, our Situ Yin will follow His Highness the Second Prince. Please beg for your own blessing..."
Chapter completed!