If the emperor does not agree, then in another year, after studying in the Hanlin Academy for three years, those with excellent results can stay in the Hanlin Academy, be taught editors or reviewers, and officially become the Hanlin Academy. Others will be sent to the six departments as directors, censors, etc.

Or be sent to serve as officials in various places. But

He was in a special situation. He was originally a white man, but later he became the son-in-law of the general's palace. He was not embarrassed at all. He had no fellow villagers, classmates, or classmates to protect him. Also, because of the sudden decline of General Feng's body, he could not enjoy much blessing——

This road is undoubtedly not an easy one.

On the other hand, if he agrees, then... whether it is a huge wealth or a huge disaster, it will be left in the hands of God.

"In the future, make sure to find out more about this person, his hobbies, temperament...and some little habits and hobbies. You must be very clear about it." Lin Yuanzhi pointed out, "It is not necessary to deliberately make friends, but don't make enemies. Occasionally, you can sell well.

"

"What does father mean that he will agree?"

Hearing what his eldest son said, Lin Yuanzhi shook his head and smiled, his eyes sparkling with wisdom, and his whole body was calm, "The Feng family is a poor family, and they have no relatives from outside the family - Mrs. Feng is not from a wealthy family, and Mrs. Feng's natal family is not.

It's not very effective, and... it's even worse if there are no children left."

"What's worse is that General Feng didn't have a good temper when he was young. He offended many people on the battlefield and in the officialdom. If he left, there would be no one to support the family. The Feng family would be full of women and children.

People bully... That little guy is just waiting for this day to vent his anger and take revenge."

"The best way is to agree and take a gamble... The emperor has written that 'the importance of officialdom is to cherish one's wealth, while the weight of power is to regulate the power of officials.'" Lin Yuanzhi slowly calmed down the expression on his face.

Indifferently, showing some pity, he lamented: "General Feng and your grandfather are both brave generals, but I didn't expect that the old age would be so miserable."

Lin Zongyan silently memorized his father's instructions and thought about the method.

For a moment, the study was quiet.

"Don't act like a pile of wood all day long, at least say a few more words." After a while, Lin Yuanzhi came back to his senses. Seeing the bored look on his eldest son's face, he pretended to be angry, "Do you know the root cause is

Where? If General Feng had no sons and had many sons, would these things still happen?"

Lin Zongyan ignored his earnest look and said calmly, "Brother Rui has been disobedient again recently? My son will definitely teach him seriously when he goes home at night."

Still like this

I want you to work harder and give me more grandchildren. Lin Yuanzhi's mouth trembled. He became disobedient when he grew up. When he was a child, he was a crybaby. He cried when he stared at her. Why?

It’s grown like this.

"Don't think you can fool your dad. What's going on with the girls in the small room in the front yard?" A certain dad said proudly.

Lin Zongyan frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "It was sent by Chong'an. He recently went to deal with business in the suburbs of Beijing. I will send it back when he comes back. How he got here and where he went, let's clarify it in person."

"Hey, there are so many and no one is tempted? You can just take over the house secretly. Even if your mother finds out, it won't be a big deal."

"Women who don't follow the rules of women are standing crookedly. What's there to look at..." Lin Zongyan showed contempt, and he didn't even have a good impression of Wu Bokun who sent them here.

…

This matter was just a noise in the Lin Mansion. I mentioned it and then put it down. After all, the Lin family is different from the past. With the emperor protecting them, no one dares to disturb them easily. However, it is a completely different world in General Zhenbei's Mansion.

Old General Feng was half leaning on the head of the kang, with his eyes slightly closed, turning a pair of jade balls with his left hand, and asked slowly: "Do you already know?"

"Yes." Ma Yingjie was wearing an azure-colored robe with black edges. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his expression was calm as usual, as if this matter had not happened to him.

"It's an honor for the emperor to like me. I should do my best."

General Feng had a complex expression on his face. He stared at his only grandson-in-law for a long time before he exhaled helplessly, "...I'm sorry for you."

He knew what the emperor meant. He wanted a sword, and he couldn't choose it from a family of ministers or officials... Lu Haoran was the most suitable person in the court - he was born a commoner, and he was married to Feng, who had no side connections.

The government has the least involvement with the major family forces, but its status is more noble than ordinary civilians, and it is more able to convince the public...

No matter where you look, it is the best material to become that sharp blade.

"Why did you say that?" Ma Yingjie smiled slightly. In an instant, the ice cracked and the water melted, and the flowers bloomed and the spring warmed up. "That year I came to Beijing in desperation. Thanks to..."

"It's better not to say more about this matter." Old General Feng reached out and grabbed the corner of the black curved-leg Kang table. The thick joints turned slightly white from the exertion. "It's because Bao'er is ignorant..."

Ma Yingjie shook his head, but a touch of desolation slowly appeared on his young and fair face, "Bao'er is fine."

Just as he was talking, General Feng's expression changed. Without warning, he put his hand on his chest and coughed violently. He coughed until his face turned purple and he was speechless.

Hearing the commotion, the maids and women hurried in from outside, shouting to the doctor, the tea pourer to pour the tea, and some people ran to find the old lady. It was a busy scene.

After the doctor hurriedly entered the door, Ma Yingjie slowly walked out and walked to the yard where he lived.

"...Woo."

Before entering the courtyard, I heard faint crying inside, "The swing was not intentional..."

Mixed in with the mother-in-law's arrogant shouts and curses, she looked so pitiful.

Ma Yingjie's face darkened and he strode in.

There were many people standing densely in the courtyard, all of them were maids and women with unhappy faces, glaring fiercely at a little girl in the middle.

Seeing Ma Ma Ying coming with a frosty face, the little girl smiled happily as if she had seen a savior. She wanted to rush over but stopped, timidly looking at Feng Baoer's face.

Ma Yingjie opened his hands, and Swing immediately smiled, jumped into his arms, and whispered, "Brother Haoran..."

"What happened?"

Feng Baoer was originally a little guilty, but after hearing the thin voice of "Brother Haoran", his anger was ignited again, and he screamed, "Don't shout like that."

Ma Yingjie felt the little body shrinking in his arms, and a trace of displeasure flashed between his eyebrows, "What are you doing here?"

The maid and mother-in-law immediately became confused and dispersed.

Feng Baoer's nanny, Mama He, looked at Ma Yingying and then at Feng Baoer, extremely anxious. She knew her girl's temper best. She was like a firecracker. A little spark could light it up... There was nothing bad-hearted, she was just being pampered.

It's bad, I can't stand it.

In the past, my uncle always gave in, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he takes great care of this swing girl, and she is more precious than his own sister. How can she bump into her?

Isn't this looking for trouble?

Besides, the child is only seven or eight years old. What kind of threat is there? The young lady is too jealous...

Mother He quickly winked at Feng Baoer and told her to give in. Seeing that her uncle's face was not very good, she should stop being so harsh.

"I'm not wrong." Feng Baoer saw the swing lying obediently on Ma Yingjie's neck and looking towards him. He felt that the child's eyes were provocative. He didn't remember to be submissive, and his anger became even more intense. "You asked

Ask her what she did today."

"Swing?"

Swinging's eyes were red, she hugged Ma Yingjie's neck and sobbed softly, "I picked a flower... I want to keep it in the study for brother Haoran..."

"You, a little beggar, do you know what kind of flower that is? You dare to stretch out your hand when you don't understand anything. Who gave you the courage?" Feng Baoer felt like he was going to be exploded.

"That's enough." Ma Yingjie's eyes were cold and stern, he took a deep breath and said calmly, "How much money do you need? I'll figure it out."

After a pause, he then said, "Bao'er, Swing is just a child. She has no parents, but she is still destined to me. Why do you have to target her in everything?"

Feng Baoer stared into the swing's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her...

Her original intention was not like this. She didn't want Brother Haoran to think that she was unruly. She was just a little girl. She was raised in the house just to open her mouth. She didn't mind...

But why, just a few days after waking up from this swing, did she argue with Brother Haoran all day long and make him angry again and again? Is it the "Brother Haoran" that only she can call, or is it the fact that Brother Haoran occasionally looks at the swing?

There are longing eyes in the void...

No, this child is not simple, she always makes herself angry everywhere

The more Feng Baoer thought about it, the more something was wrong. He couldn't help but recall some of the things that had happened since the swing came into the house.

Ma Yingjie sighed softly, and the corners of his pursed lips left two deep marks on his cheeks.

This is what it means to be a wife... You can't be soft or hard. You study hard every day in the Hanlin Academy, and after you return to your room, you have to endure this and that kind of thing, as well as the precarious future of the General's Mansion that is weighing on your shoulders... He felt

I can't stand it anymore

Qiu'er, Qiu'er, Qiu'er...

After reciting the name buried deep in his heart several times silently, Ma Yingjie seemed to have regained some strength and straightened his back again, like a straight pine tree. Then he hugged the small swing and sent her to live there.

Wing room.

Seeing that Ma Yingjie was gone, but her young lady was no longer as smart as before and looked dull, Mother He was very anxious and urged her repeatedly, "Miss, why didn't you explain clearly just now..."

Feng Baoer just woke up from a dream and hurriedly picked up her skirt and followed her.

He followed Ma Yingjie step by step, looking at him pitifully, and when he got the chance, he softly called "Brother Haoran".

"Say it, listen." Ma Yingjie sorted out the books in his hands, seeming helpless and resigned.

Feng Baoer was shocked and finally ignored her. He didn't care to spurn his "low tone" and hurriedly explained, "The reason why we are making trouble with the swing today is not because of how precious and rare the flowers are. It's just that the pot of camellia is the wild camellia dug by my father for my mother."

, My dear, I have to look at it several times a day, and I know which leaf grows where... I just put it in the sun for a while, but there is actually a flower missing, maybe my mother feels distressed..."

"Brother Haoran, don't be angry. I'll never do that to the swing again... I'm going to persuade my mother later, so don't be angry with Bao'er."

The big eyes blinked at him, crystal clear and so clean that people couldn't bear to destroy them.

Ma Yingjie only felt that all kinds of tastes came to his heart, and his mouth was bitter: some things are in the past, and they can no longer be regretted... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe,
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