Xue Qing walked out of the Wang family's garden and followed an old servant through the door and around the corridor to a house surrounded by trees. February was chilly, the sun was mottled, and the ancient trees were vicissitudes and heavy.

There were seven or eight servants standing on the porch in front of the door, teasing the birds in the cage. The laughter of men came from time to time from the room, with a thick and vigorous voice, showing a different kind of excitement than in the garden.

Xue Qing stood at the steps and saw the old servant walking inward to report. The servants all looked over and looked at him curiously and surprisedly. The Wang family had a banquet today, but that was the young man. Wang Xiangye did not have a banquet and would not participate. Who is this young man who was obviously here to visit? He could actually come to Wang Xiangye's study.

"Xue Qing is here."

A voice in the study room was raised.

"Come in."

Xue Qing responded, stepped up the steps and walked into the door. The servants behind him suddenly realized, "It turned out to be Xue Qing" and "He is the Xue Qing who beat Qin Mei" and a low and sincere discussion sounded.

The indoor warmth is strong, mixed with the aroma of medicine. There are seven or eight people who are in their fifties, with gray hair and beard, fat and thin figure, some are upright, while others are leaning on the back chair with a little ease. Unlike the young people in the garden, what they hold is not wine but health-care tea soup, and the aroma of medicine is emitted from it.

Xue Qing recognized that one of them had an acquaintance, Jiang Xian, and the rest were all in the face, and she lowered her eyes to salute.

"The students have met the teacher." She said, and gave another politeness, "I have met you guys."

Before I got up, I heard laughter.

"A good disciple that Lord Jiang has tried."

Someone was curious about how old he was, and Jiang Xian said it.

Xue Qing stood up straight and said, "I'm fifteen years old."

So the room was filled with admiration for the young man's talent.

"I was fifteen or sixteen years old when the prime minister passed the Jinshi." A man said, "I haven't seen such a young man for many years since then..."

"I was sixteen years old back then, and I was on May's birthday, and I was just about my birthday." An old man in his sixties laughed and looked at Xue Qing, "I read the articles in your county exam. It is not only poetry that is so genius, but it is indeed a solid reading."

Xue Qing looked at the old man with gray hair and an old look, but his eyes were sharp.

Jiang Xian said to Xue Qing: "I have met the prime minister." This is an introduction.

Xue Qing hurriedly bowed again: "You have met Mr. Wang."

Wang Lieyang smiled and said, "You and I have known each other for a long time, and we are all familiar with your poems." This is naturally what Liao Cheng said at that time. He looked at Xue Qing: "It's the first time I have met you."

The young man had a handsome face and stood with his head down, it was easy to see with their erotic eyes that the young man was not reserved and trembling and behaved calmly. Few of his children could do this when they saw him.

Wang Lieyang nodded and exclaimed: "Mr. Qingxia will accept a good disciple."

"A gentleman's test is a big deal. As the top of the list, you must achieve good results in this exam." A man with a serious face said, "Study hard in the Imperial College and don't argue with others."

This is a lesson. The conflict between the Imperial College student and the gentleman exam candidate, and the disagreement between her and Qin Mei must be known by these adults. Xue Qing lowered his head and responded.

Wang Lieyang said: "Young people, it is inevitable to fight. I wonder who is the best among the powerful and powerful children in the capital back then?" He looked at everyone, "It's the late emperor."

Everyone laughed.

"The late emperor was quite naughty at the beginning." said an old man who had been leaning against a chair and seemed to be asleep. He sat upright. The elderly were always the most energetic when they said that they were always "sliding out of the palace with a pseudonym."

Wang Lieyang said: "Now Qin Tan Gong's son is so arrogant and has a legacy of the late emperor. I don't know what he wants to do."

You're so kind that you didn't suddenly feel silent in the room.

The sleepy old man snorted: "Who knows what he wants to do? This Great Zhou world is not his Qin family."

"This Great Zhou is certainly not his world." The others echoed and said disdainfully.

"Xue Qing." Wang Lieyang looked at Xue Qing, "I am not afraid of high-ranking officials of Liao Cheng or the powerful and powerful children. I should fight for it. This is what I, a scholar in the Great Zhou Dynasty. What did I say that?"

"Reading is afraid of the morality of the powerful and the powerful." A man said, twisting his beard.

This is the banner that Xue Qing asked the students to shout when Chang'an Prefecture fought against Liao Cheng. It turned out that yes, it must have been learned by these people in the court.

Wang Lieyang nodded to Xue Qing: "Young man, it's not bad, let's have fun."

The meeting ended briefly and quickly, which is enough. For these senior officials and ministers who have turned the court, it is extremely rare to see you as a junior student who doesn’t even have fame. What’s more, Wang Lieyang also commented on the word Xue Qing, which is good.

Before Xue Qing walked out of the Wang family, the capital would spread everywhere and his reputation would inevitably be greatly enhanced.

Xue Qing bowed his head and bowed and retreated.

The waiter was no longer an old servant, but a young man in his twenties, with fair face, well-dressed clothes, and the gracefulness of a rich young man.

"Mr. Xue, the banquet over there is about to begin, let's go there." He smiled, "I have long admired Daming. I said you will come. We brothers are so happy."

The old servant there introduced that this is Wang Lieyang's eldest grandson, whose name is Zhengzhi.

Xue Qing gave a gift, and Wang Zhao did not politely lead the way forward, chatting.

"Young Master Qingzi is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at the top of the six arts."

"Over-win awards, more-win awards, little tricks."

"How old are you? I know nothing about Liuyi."

"Brother Zheng has great ambitions in his heart, not the Six Arts."

The two left and spoke polite words. Wang Zhao's eyes gradually became a little surprised. The young man was much calmer than he thought. He was not at all reserved in front of him. He spoke polite words more easily than him. He should not underestimate him. He cheered up and took them seriously.

They kept walking into the garden while chatting and laughing. Suddenly, two women walked up in front of them, all wearing big cloaks and hoods, holding hands and lowering their heads to talk. When they heard the footsteps, they seemed to stop and look over.

Wang Zhao frowned slightly. As a child of aristocratic family, he didn't believe it. He was entertaining male and female guests in the garden. In order to avoid problems, the Wang family also sent people to guard the road. It was impossible for women to accidentally enter the area where the male guests were, unless it was intentional.

Whose woman dares to play tricks in the royal palace?

Xue Qing stopped and was slightly surprised. She knew one of the two girls, but it was wrong. She should have seen them.

"Young Master of Confidence."

The girl over there bowed her knees, took off her hood and raised her head, but her face was wrapped in a veil, only her eyes were exposed, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

However, Wang Zhao immediately recognized who it was. The Great Zhou Dynasty was in a prosperous state, and women did not need to walk outside to cover their faces, so there was only one girl covering her face in the capital.

Wang Zhao looked surprised and said, "Miss Song, it's you."

Song Ying said: "Miss Sixteen invited me, and I came with Miss Xuxu." He looked at the girl beside him.

The girl also took off her hood and bowed to Wang Zhao. She was also fifteen or sixteen years old. The girls who could be invited by Miss Wang were all powerful families in the capital. Wang Zhao is not unfamiliar with this Miss Xuxu's father is the Minister of War.

Wang Zhao nodded to her and said, "Is it cold in the garden? Why not go to the house to sit?" He wanted to call the servant to lead the way. His eyebrows were smoothed, but his eyes became more solemn.

Many times, young men and women would continue to gather to do some ridiculous things, but Wang Zhao did not think about the two women in front of him. If it were Song Yuan’s daughter, she could still use tricks in the royal palace, what would she want to do?

Song Ying said: "No, Master Zhengzhi, I am here to wait for someone."

Yes...Wang Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, Song Ying stepped forward and bowed to Xue Qing: "Master Xue Qing, I learned that you are here today, Song Ying is here to wait for you to see you."

.It was really here to see the man, Wang Zhao looked at Xue Qing in shock.

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