Mr. Liu scratched his neck, turned over lazily, hugged the quilt and continued to sleep. https:
"Master, get up and wash up."
Young Master Liu suddenly stood up from his seat, his hazy eyes looked like who am I, where am I, and what should I do?
"Ying'er, what time is it now?"
"Master, it's midnight."
"It's time to get up at five o'clock in the morning. Master Ben, are you crazy? Or are you, Ying'er, crazy?"
"Husband, please keep your voice down, I am sleepy."
"Okay, okay, you rest first."
Young Master Liu looked at the lazy and dissatisfied Qi Yun and gently comforted him. There was no way anyone could let her have the flesh and blood of the Liu family in her belly.
Looking at Qi Yunliu, who continued to fall asleep, he quietly put on his shoes and opened the door.
Ying'er was already dressed neatly, holding a basin of steaming warm water and was standing outside the door. Next to her was Yu'er, who had also gotten up. They finally breathed a sigh of relief when the young master opened the door: "Young master, hurry up and wash up.
, it’s time to go to court.”
"Going to court? Going to what court? How could the young master need to go to court?"
Ying'er's face became anxious: "Master, as Butler Fu told me yesterday, Xiu Mu's days are over, and today is the first day to go to court. You are a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, so of course you have to go to court."
"Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs? Yes, this young master has become an official."
The dazed Young Master Liu finally regained his consciousness, but it was too early to go to court at the fifth watch. My fourth brother only called once. Looking at the sky, there were still moon stars in the sky.
Rarely.
"Master, wash up. Sister Yu'er and I will help you put on your official robe."
"Okay." Although he was a little reluctant, Young Master Liu had to change into his first equipment, the light red official robe of a foreign minister.
Under the clothes of Ying'er and the other two, Young Master Liu finally yawned and walked out of the room and rushed out of the house.
"Bastard!"
Liu Zhi'an's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Young Master Liu couldn't help but stop and turn around to look.
"Old man, are you crazy? You don't have to go to court. Why did you get up so early? Could it be that my mother kicked you out yesterday?"
Liu Zhi'an rolled his eyes angrily, patted the large and small bags beside him, and then looked at Young Master Liu quietly.
Young Master Liu was a little confused. Sure enough, what was going on? How could he deal with so many salutes? Could it be that the old man was going back to Jiangnan?
Yes, it's the twentieth of the first lunar month, and Liu Zhi'an really should go back to Jiangnan to handle business. Otherwise, if he stays in the capital for a long time, the business houses in Jiangnan will have to turn things upside down if they don't have any scruples.
"Old man, you want to leave? Why don't you stay a little longer? Things in Jiangnan are not urgent at this moment."
"Behave well in the past. I hope you won't let me use these things!"
Liu Zhi'an said something incomprehensible, clapped his hands and saluted, then yawned and walked towards the backyard.
Young Master Liu scratched his head with a look of astonishment on his face. What did the old man mean? He was getting more and more mysterious. Can't you just talk to him properly?
Mr. Liu, who was smacking his lips, walked towards the outside of the house.
The old butler Fu Shan had already been guarding the gate and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Young Master Liu arriving: "Sir, please get up and get on your way. It would be a disgrace to the king to be late."
"Okay, okay, don't worry."
Knowing that Fu Shan was thinking about his own future, Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly, nodded, and stepped out of the gate of the mansion smoothly.
"Master, get in the car."
Liu Song had prepared the carriage a long time ago. As soon as Young Master Liu went out, he was arranged. Young Master Liu spread his hands and got into the carriage helplessly. The days when everything was arranged were really boring.
The carriage started to drive slowly. Sitting in the carriage, Mr. Liu was bored and held his chin in a daze.
Mu Ran and Young Master Liu were startled: "Behave well in the past, I hope you won't let me use these things." He finally understood what Liu Zhian meant by this sentence.
Obviously, I have prepared the salute for running away. Whether you use it or not depends on your performance.
The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and Young Master Liu looked confused. His son is also a frequent visitor to the palace. Are you like this? How disappointed you are in me.
"Master, we have arrived at the imperial gate."
Young Master Liu's mouth was longing as he looked at the bottom of the carriage. His eyes were narrowed. It was obvious that Young Master Liu had fallen asleep on the carriage.
"Master, we have arrived at the Meridian Gate."
"Hmm? Meridian Gate?"
Young Master Liu woke up with a jolt, gently wiped the corners of his mouth and woke up instantly.
There was no other way, so he was beheaded at the Meridian Gate and his head hung there for three days, while the Dharma was held outside the Meridian Gate.
There are never any good things about the Meridian Gate. Hearing this name always makes people feel uncomfortable, and Young Master Liu is not immune to this.
Outside the imperial city gate, the military attache dismounted and the civil servants got off. Liu Song gently stopped the carriage and said, "Master, get off the carriage."
Young Master Liu gently jumped out of the carriage, staggering and almost falling to the ground. There was nothing he could do. Sitting in the carriage for a long time would easily lead to back pain and numbness in the legs. This was a major drawback.
Young Master Liu wanted to ride a horse to pay the steward, but he kept shouting that it was not custom-made, and it was not custom-made. The Lord was a civil servant, how could he ride to court like a vulgar military attache.
Well, it’s very rare for a housekeeper who doesn’t have sesame seeds or mung beans to pay attention to these things.
The lives of the common people are at the heart of the fifth-grade officials, and they will be able to survive when they are full.
A fifth-grade official is indeed a great official in other state capitals. At worst, he is the second-in-command of a state. But in the capital, he is just a sesame mung bean at best.
The third grade is everywhere, the fourth grade is as numerous as dogs, and the fifth grade is not popular.
Young Master Liu's character has always believed that he would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, but people in this era believe in being a good minister rather than a good doctor.
Strictly speaking, as people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. What is the difference between people who are not enterprising and the former playboy Mr. Liu?
Young Master Liu really wanted to tell them, in fact, I would rather be a dandy, but his strength would not allow him. The emperor had already discovered that he was a talent, so what could he do if he had to reuse him.
There are so many civil and military officials in the court, but the emperor has to favor one of us and advise the emperor not to favor one over the other. The emperor refuses to listen. What can we do?
"Zhi'er, you're here too!"
"My son-in-law has met my father-in-law."
Young Master Liu looked at Qi Run in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. At the beginning, he was still a scholar with a status that was not much better than a white body. In the blink of an eye, he was already an official in the same court as his father-in-law. It was God's will.
Qi Run worked hard and disciplined himself for twenty years before he climbed to the position of a capital official. Now he is in his forties. He had just entered the palace this year when he was old enough to have hairpins. He was appointed as a member of the household department. In terms of official position, he was only
Two levels lower than Qi Run.
After the fifth rank, the position of fourth-rank household doctor is reached. However, how old I am this year, and how old Qi Run is.
In his thirties, he is old enough to call himself an old man. In an era when the average age is fifty years old, Qi Run, a rare person who lives in his seventies, is already half buried in the earth.
Looking at the son-in-law Qi Run in front of him, he felt a little complicated.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation becomes stronger than the last.