Liang Yanbei, who had been watching from the sidelines, chuckled lightly when he heard this, folded his arms around his chest and said leisurely, "Mr. Zhong is free, and he still has time to discuss the right and wrong between Brother Zifu and me."
"Who cares to talk about you two?" Zhong Wenjin looked disgusted, and was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by a man who broke in suddenly.
The man in coarse linen saw Ding Ziyun sitting on the ground and yelled, "Little sister!" Then he looked up at the young men in brocade clothes standing beside him, bent over to pick up the girl, and jumped out very quickly. The crowd ran away in a hurry.
After Zhong Wenjin saw it, he hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up and bring me back the little beauty!"
The strong young men following behind him immediately set off to chase the man. He turned his head and glanced at Wen Chan, Liang Yanbei and Xie Zhaoxue each, then pointed at Wen Chan and said viciously, "You're lucky this time!"
After saying that, she also went to chase Ding Ziyun who was taken away, Xie Zhaoxue was worried, and said to Liang Yanbei, "Brother Yanbei, I'm going to report to the police to arrest Zhong Wenjin, so I'll take my leave first."
Wen Chan thought to himself, the Zhong family is lawless in the capital, how can the government be against Zhong Wenjin? But then he thought that Xie Zhaoxue's father was the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, and he himself could be regarded as Zhong Wenjin's younger uncle. If Xie Zhaoxue brought people from the government, maybe he could really rule Zhong Wenjin.
Liang Yanbei nodded slightly in response, and before he could speak, Xie Zhaoxue said in a little embarrassment, "Just now Zhong Wenjin's nonsense, please take Brother Yanbei seriously."
Liang Yanbei raised his lips and smiled, showing his white teeth slightly, "It's natural."
Xie Zhaoxue breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed to Wen Chan, and then went to the Yamen. The rest of the people saw that there was no excitement to watch, and with the urging of Qin Qi and Ah Fu, they quickly dispersed.
Liang Yanbei slightly lowered his head and smiled at Wen Chan, "His Royal Highness, we are really destined, I wonder if we can make friends this time?"
Wen Chan thought in his heart, it is indeed destined, as long as he leaves the palace, he will surely bump into Liang Yanbei.
He calmed down and talked to him for the first time since his rebirth with an emotion close to calm, "Thank you, Mr. Liang, for your help."
Liang Yanbei's handsome face was lazy and wanton, "Your Highness is being polite, as it should be, and besides, this is not the first time."
Wen Chan was taken aback, then changed the subject stiffly and said, "I have been out of the palace for a while, and now I am going back to the palace, Mr. Liang, please do what you want."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Liang Yanbei's reaction, he turned around and left, Qinqi, Calligraphy and Ah Fu hurriedly followed after seeing this.
Wen Chan didn't look back, he walked far away, he quietly reached out to touch his heart, he felt his heart beating wildly, thinking, it's almost, almost.
After walking for a long time, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Where is my carriage?"
Ah Fu replied, "In front of the Heyue Building."
Wen Chan frowned, "Then why no one reminded me? I've come so far."
Ah Fu felt wronged, "Young master, the slave has called you three times, and you ignored the slave."
"Okay, let's go back again." He sighed wearily. Since his rebirth, he had been out of the palace three times, and each time he was unluckier. After returning, he must burn incense and take a bath to get rid of the bad luck...
When walking back to Heyue Tower, Liang Yanbei had already left, and Wen Chan collapsed on the soft bed after getting into the carriage. Thinking of getting up early to go to school tomorrow, he was even more exhausted.
In the early morning of the second day, the sun had just emerged, and the sky was still gray, Wen Chan got up from the warm blanket, and the sleepy Ren Gongren dressed him, rinsed his mouth and washed his face, so he became more awake.
After breakfast, he was urged by Ah Fu three or four times before rushing to Boxue Palace in a carriage. Few palace people came and went on the palace road, and the cold current was wanton.
Wen Chan wrapped the soft jacket tightly around his body, and took a nap in the carriage. The Boxue Palace arrived, and he reluctantly got out of the carriage.
On the first day of the opening of the hall, the emperor would come to inspect it in person, so Wen Chan didn’t wear his hat, fox fur, etc., and walked quickly into the Mingrong Hall with his neck shrunk. Fortunately, there was a floor heating stove in the hall, which was much warmer than outside .
As soon as he entered the door, a young boy walked towards him and shouted happily, "Brother Nine Emperors!"
Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, and then gently patted his head, "Zhang'er, long time no see, it seems that he has grown taller again."
Wen Zhang was ranked thirteenth, and he was exactly ten years old after the new year. In this huge group of brothers and sisters, except for the younger brother of the same mother, Wen Zhang was the only one who was close to Wen Chan. Later, the capital was in chaos and Wen Zhang died. Under the hooves of the rebels, Wen Chan was sad for a long time.
Thinking of this, he pinched Wen Zhang's white and tender face, "Looks like he had a good meal."
Wen Zhang was very obedient, he raised his head and said, "I heard that Brother Huang had a cold a few days ago, how is he feeling better now?"
"No problem." Wen Chan replied.
"That's good. If you miss this test because your health is not good, you will suffer a lot." Wen Zhang murmured.
"What did you say? A test?" Hearing these two words, Wen Chan immediately jumped up and down, and asked, "What test?"
"The opening test, the father said that the spring will be in two days. Although we don't have to take the imperial examination, the father wants to see how good our literature is, so today..."
Wen Chan couldn't listen to what Wen Zhang said later, his whole head was dizzy, what annoyed him most was the exam, he had to write a lot of nonsense every time, and then he had to be commented on in public .
If there is any benefit to Wen Chan from becoming the emperor, it is probably that no one dares to force him to take any tests anymore, but being reborn, this point cannot be avoided.
I don't know if it's too late to say I'm sick...
After Wen Zhang finished talking to himself, he pulled Wen Chan to choose a seat. The hall was very spacious, with ten seats in a row, a total of six rows. Apart from the palace people, there were only Wen Chan and Wen Zhang in the hall. I got a seat that was neither front nor back.
Maybe it was too early, Wen Chan waited on the seat for a long time, but he didn't wait for the third person to come in, he felt a little depressed, and felt that the hall was warm, and the drowsiness of getting up early was getting heavier and heavier, Wen Chan Just lie on the table and doze off.
Although Wen Zhang was only ten years old, he was very mature in mind. He didn't bother Wen Chan when he was sleeping, and took out the book he brought to read quietly.
The sun rose higher and higher, the sky became brighter, and the number of people in the hall gradually increased. I don't know if it was because of the increase in the number of people in the hall. Wen Chan felt hot in his sleep. He stretched out his hand unconsciously to loosen his neckline, and took a breath. The heat turned over and continued to sleep.
"Brother Wen Jin! Come and sit here!" Suddenly someone shouted, and Wen Chan was awakened in an instant. He blinked and sat up in confusion, and found that the surrounding area was almost full.
The young man stood and greeted Zhong Wenjin, his voice was inevitably a little louder, which attracted the attention of people around him. Xie Zhaoxue happened to be sitting next to the young man, and when he heard the voice, he gave Zhong Wenjin a sideways look and said, "Noisy."
The two seemed to be at odds with each other, Zhong Wenjin stopped walking there, and snorted coldly, "Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to write a single word sitting near him!"
"Even if you choose the seats in this hall randomly, you still can't write a decent word." Xie Zhaoxue retorted.
Zhong Wenjin also refused to admit defeat, and would scold him as soon as he gritted his teeth. Seeing the tense situation, Wen Chan coughed quickly and said silently, "In Mingrong Hall, no noise is allowed."
Only then did the two realize that this place was within the palace, not in the streets where they could quarrel, so Zhong Wenjin threw up his sleeves and left, finding a remote location by himself.
At this time, the main hall became extremely quiet due to the two people's three or two sentences, and no one was continuing to talk. Wen Chan heaved a sigh of relief and twisted his numb arms. The person in front suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, "Nine Your Highness, we meet again."
Liang Yanbei's brocade robe and jade crown are full of nobility, just like the grand attire he used to be when he was a big boy. He almost turned his body around, with his arms resting on the front of the Wenchan table.
Before noticing that Liang Yanbei was sitting in front, Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, he swallowed quietly, and smiled stiffly, "Yeah, it's a coincidence."
Seeing his response, Liang Yanbei smiled even more, and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, I woke up early today to find a place next to His Highness the Ninth Prince."
A gust of hot air rushed straight to the top of his head, Wen Chan felt his body was hot and churning, and the base of his ears was stained with an inconspicuous red, he tried to calm down, and said calmly, "Young Master Liang is bothering you."
Since meeting Liang Yanbei, Wen Chan's attitude has been very obvious, but Liang Yanbei didn't care at all, he pretended to sigh, "Yes, I have worked hard to make friends with His Highness Ninth Prince. "
make friends? Wen Chan's hands under the table slowly tightened. He has a loose temper and a magnanimous temperament. Even though he was once an emperor who was worshiped by thousands of people, he was reborn without any arrogance. He can make friends with any citizen in Xiliang , but Liang Yanbei can't do it. Wen Chan had been friends with him for decades in his previous life, and he knew it was uncomfortable.
Wen Chan lowered his eyelids slightly and fell silent. Seeing that he was not talking to him, Liang Yanbei turned back and chatted with Xie Zhaoxue.
Hearing a small burst of laughter, Wen Chan subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw a few teenagers gathered together, all looking at him and smiling. The boy in the middle was dressed in purple and black, with slender and long eyes, and his smile was somewhat They have bad intentions.
Prince Wen Yue.
Beside Wen Yue was a younger boy in orange clothes, whose face was six points similar to Wen Yue's. He was the younger brother of Wen Yue's mother, Wen Xiang.
The two are really blood brothers, their mouths are equally broken, and they usually like to tell others right and wrong. After all, Wen Xiang is young and dare not speak too much, but the crown prince Wen Yue is distinguished by his own status and speaks freely. He also made fun of such a worthless prince like Zen.
At this time, those teenagers were talking about Wen Chan, seeing him not only did not restrain himself, but laughed even more, which caused Wen Chan to feel agitated, so he turned his eyes away and ignored it.
He took a general look at the people in the hall, and found that the people who came were all the sons of officials in the capital. Due to the long years, he had lost many of them, and the only person who could speak was Liang Shuhong, who was not in the hall— However, although Liang Shuhong was Liang Mingyan's legitimate son, Liang Mingyan himself belonged to the Liang family's concubine lineage, so Liang Shuhong was not eligible to participate in this test.
In the royal family, apart from Wen Chan and Wen Zhang, the crown prince Wen Yue and his younger brother Wen Xiang, the second prince Wen Zichuan has passed the age of weak crown, and the children can run in the ground, so they didn't come to participate, and Wen Chan's direct brother is now I don't know where the old monk took me to eat fast and chant Buddha.
The emperor had a total of sixteen children. Except for the eleven princesses and fourteen princes who died in drowning, eight of the remaining fourteen were princesses. There were a lot of them. Only six princes could truly inherit the throne.
Wen Chan thought that in his previous life, he only had nine children, six of whom were sons. For some reason, he felt a little proud...