"Master grandma..." Ji Lin found it hard to believe that such a fairy would actually become a master like his iron-blooded king of hell?
He began to feel a little sorry for this fairy. He probably wanted to be more proactive in order not to feel distressed.
Mu Qianyu finished writing an entire article before she stopped writing. Ever since Bei Chenye affirmed her level, she felt that she had found her strengths, and she was very devoted every time she wrote an article.
She had just put down the pen and before picking up the paper to blow on it, she noticed the scent of a stranger. Out of instinct, she turned her head and a sharp light flashed in her eyes, as if she was about to take action at the next moment.
Old Man Ji only felt a real murderous aura, and the fairy in the room suddenly looked like an unsheathed sword, filled with indomitable domineering energy.
He was even more amazed. This aura seemed to be that of a tyrant, but it was a pity not to be the emperor.
Mu Qianyu's sharpness was a reaction to the danger. When he found that the old man was not hostile at all, he relaxed his vigilance and asked, "Who am I looking for?"
"Oh, my disciple is rude." The old man said very reluctantly, but still resigned to his fate.
"Ah?" Mu Qianyu was immediately a little surprised. How could such an old grandson appear here?
Before Ji Lin could explain, his daughter ran in from outside the hospital. When she saw Ji Lin, she said, "Xiao Linlin, you are here, can you bring me something delicious?"
"Take it with you." Ji Lin quickly took out a small baggage from the storage ring.
"Thank you, Xiao Linlin." Nannan took the food and ran towards the room and said, "Mom, this is Xiao Linlin, dad's disciple and grandson."
Mu Qianyu stared blankly at this old man. His beard and hair were all white, his beard was very long, and his face was full of deep wrinkles. It was not an exaggeration to say he was a hundred years old.
Such a person is actually Bei Chenye's disciple and grandson? Is this person too young or Beichen Ye's seniority too high?
"Oh, I'm sorry, come in and sit down." Mu Qianyu paused before realizing that he was rude, and quickly added.
"Thank you very much. Is the young master at home?" Ji Lin asked as he entered the door.
"I'm busy. I'll send someone here to report it."
When Ji Lin heard that Beichen Ye was not around, he stopped walking and said, "I don't dare bother you, young master. I will take my leave now."
"It's okay, it's okay, he's not busy with anything serious." Mu Qianyu saw that he was not easy to address, so he said directly: "Please come in."
Ji Lin just sat down, but his eyes kept looking towards the desk. He wanted to read the article written by the fairy, but just looking at the way she seemed to be bathed in the holy light just now, he thought that it must be a beautiful article, and he wanted to pay homage to it.
one time.
Mu Qianyu signaled Lan'er to go to the kitchen to call someone. The reason why she didn't say what Beichen Ye was busy with was because Beichen Ye was preparing meals for her in the kitchen. If the family members knew about it, it might damage his dignity as an elder.
"Well, drink tea." Mu Qianyu went to pour a cup of tea on his own.
"Thank you, Grandma." Ji Lin quickly stood up and took it.
Mu Qianyu still felt that this title was extremely awkward. She must discuss with Beichen Ye whether they could change the title, even if it was just senior.
Nannan sat next to Mu Qianyu like a little adult, and while opening the package of delicious food, she asked: "Xiao Linlin, dad said you are an official here, what kind of official are you?"
"As the prime minister, he is equivalent to the country's great steward and is involved in all government affairs." Ji Lin explained to Nannan.
"The Prime Minister is such a great official. Xiao Linlin, you are so awesome." Nannan nodded in approval.
Ji Lin nodded fondly: "It's okay."
Mu Qianyu's eyes lit up as he listened. The prime minister is the person who shares the power of the emperor. He is the real head of all officials, especially the head of the civil service.
"Mr. Ji, your literary talent must be very good, right?" she asked.
Ji Lin quickly waved his hand and said: "This junior has little talent and little knowledge. He only has a reputation in the Daxuan Dynasty. Looking at the entire continent, he will definitely not be on the stage."
"It'll be good if you can get good at Daxuan Mathematics." Mu Qianyu asked with a slightly expectant look: "Then can you read the article for me? I want to know how I can do in the exam?"
"Of course, this junior also wants to appreciate your masterpiece." These words spoke to Ji Lin's heart.
"Just wait, I'll be here right away." Mu Qianyu said and ran to get the article he had just written on the desk and handed it over.
Ji Lin took it with his hands full of expectation, but his expression froze at first sight. Even without looking at the content of the article, the calligraphy, which was like a child learning to write, made his head hurt.
It had been a long time since he had seen such poor calligraphy. Looking at the article again, it was an article on etiquette. Although the general meaning was in line with etiquette, the wording was rough to describe it.
There is no literary talent here!
He now understands why his junior master asked him to help arrange official positions. At this level of writing, no matter how strong the force value is, he will probably only be ranked at the bottom.
It is indeed difficult to get a good official position without good connections.
"How is it?" Mu Qianyu asked expectantly. She felt that this was the best article she had ever written. It was polite, righteous, benevolent, wise, trustworthy, respectful and polite. It was a very good piece of praise and should be suitable for the examiner.
The appetite of officials and emperors.
"Well..." Ji Lin didn't know what kind of comment he should make.
He now felt that the scene he saw when he entered the courtyard just now seemed to have been imagined by him. Those people who were dressed in holy light and in harmony with heaven might just be his subjective impression of this beautiful and temperamental grandma.
If this article were placed in any private school, it would be punished by being beaten. Where does the law of heaven come from?
Just when he was wondering whether to tell the truth or not, he heard a muffled cough outside the door, a sound coming from his throat.
He turned around and saw Bei Chenye wearing a plain black gown and holding a tray in his hand. There were several plates of meat and vegetable dishes in the tray.
Beichenye just glanced at him lightly, and he understood immediately, and immediately said: "The article is well written, and there will definitely be hope in high school."
"It's not bad, right?" Mu Qianyu smiled modestly: "This is the topic I'm best at, but it won't work if it's a test on Taoism. It's too difficult."
"It will definitely work." Ji Lin blew with his eyes closed.
Mu Qianyu nodded: "There are still two days left, I will work hard."
She felt that at the rate she was progressing, she would be able to make rapid progress, and by then she would be among the best and become a top student.
Bei Chenye was very satisfied with Ji Lin's performance. He walked in and put the tray on the table. He took out the dishes one by one and said to Mu Qianyu, "Is three meat dishes enough to replenish your body?"
"That's enough." Mu Qianyu smiled and reached for the rice. There were two bowls, one for her and one for her.
Nannan picked up the chopsticks with great anticipation and said happily: "I can eat the food cooked by dad again. Daddy is so good."
Ji Lin was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He had just been immersed in the article, and then he remembered Beichen Ye's actions just now. Did he go to cook?