On the long street, a pretty and lovely little maid passed by.

Zhang Heng, who was sitting by the window of the teahouse on the second floor, looked at her and his eyes lit up.

The twenty-eight-year-old beauty is in her prime of youth.

With a compliment in his heart, Zhang Heng saw the maid pulling a richly dressed young man.

The young man was about fifteen years old, but he was as good as jade, looked gentle and calm, and his demeanor was not ordinary.

"Who is that person?" Zhang Heng asked.

The person sitting opposite him at the tea table was a middle-aged man named Deng Jingrong. He was an old subordinate of the Military and Horse Department of the Five Cities in Beijing and was quite familiar with this area.

Deng Jingrong looked out the window and knew who Zhang Heng was asking. He still confirmed: "Is the young master you are asking about?"

Zhang Heng smiled lightly: "Although he is young, he looks quite extraordinary. I guess he is a person."

What he meant was: If the other person's family background was well-off, he could make some friends with him.

Deng Jingrong diligently gave Zhang Heng a cup of tea and said, "That is the third son of the Wang family, famously known as Wang Xiao."

"The Wang family that sells wine?"

"Master Zhang also recognizes it?"

Zhang Heng chuckled in his heart. No matter how rich the Wang family was, they were just merchants, but he was a noble scholar. It seemed that it was okay to make friends, but he shouldn't be the one to speak first.

Thinking like this, he pretended to be surprised: "That is Wang Zhen's third brother? I only heard that he has a second brother who is good at business, but I have never heard that he has a third brother."

After that, he sighed slightly, shook his head and said: "Wang Zhen and I were both candidates of the modern imperial examination. I was lucky enough to win the Jinshi, but Brother Wang was not as lucky. It's a pity. In fact, his writing is not bad.

If I study for another three years, I might be able to go to high school."

Deng Jingrong was an old subordinate, so he couldn't detect the hint of self-respect in Zhang Heng's words. He complimented him: "You are a high school scholar at a young age, and you have a handsome personality. You will definitely have a bright future."

Zhang Heng smiled and waved his hand: "What's the use? You may not be as rich as the Wang family in your lifetime."

"Your Excellency is a noble man. You can't compare with a merchant's family."

Zhang Heng added: "Brother Wang Zhen is true. I have a close relationship with him. I didn't expect that he would not even say how many brothers he has in his family."

Deng Jingrong smiled and said: "My lord, I don't know something. The third young master Wang downstairs looks extraordinary, but he is actually...a idiot."

"Dementia?" Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, then showed a rather playful smile and said casually: "It doesn't look like it."

"I have been dull since I was a child. I am a little worse than a five-year-old child, but I don't like to make noises. I usually stay quiet. At the age of fifteen, I still talk like a child." Deng Jingrong sighed.

"If you are born into such a wealthy family, you can stay as long as you want."

Deng Jingrong added: "Speaking of which, the eldest son of the Wang family probably won't take the exam for the next subject."

"Why?" Zhang Heng was slightly stunned.

Secretly, he still hoped that Wang Zhen would take the exam again.

It's best to fail a few more times.

Zhang Heng thought this way for no other reason. First, he wanted to see others fail after he passed the exam. Second, he said he admired the son of a businessman like Wang Zhen, but actually he looked down upon him.

But I heard Deng Jingrong say: "The Third Young Master Wang downstairs is about to get married to Princess Chunning. If the Wang family becomes a royal relative, the First Young Master Wang will naturally no longer be able to take the imperial examination..."

"Princess Shang?" Zhang Heng said in surprise: "How can a demented child be Shang Princess?"

The word "Shang" in Zhang Heng's mouth is a little heavy, because "Shang" is different from marrying, but is equivalent to marrying into a wife.

Deng Jingrong then said eloquently: "According to the practice of this dynasty, if you become a princess, you will not be able to take the imperial examination or become an official, so anyone with some talent will not think about it. What's more, this kind of thing looks beautiful, but to put it bluntly, it is just a marriage.

The royal family can no longer take concubines or enter brothels... There are so many rules here that the couple rarely get together even once a year. They are no different from widowers and most people can't stand it."

Zhang Heng nodded, thinking about how he had studied hard for twenty years in a cold window, and how noble and happy he was now in high school. If he was allowed to be a consort, it would be equivalent to hanging on a tree, so he would not change it no matter what.

He said: "The princesses of this dynasty all choose beautiful people from the common people. Children of civil and military ministers are not allowed to get ahead of them. I also know this. But this idiot is too... haha."

Deng Jingrong said: "Actually, there are many people who are willing to be this prince-in-law. But if we only look at his appearance, bearing, life experience and character, this Third Young Master Wang is indeed..."

"He is indeed the best among them." Zhang Heng teased.

He sneered in his heart: "From the Ministry of Rites, the Crown Prince's Palace to the Managers and Supervisors, but I don't know who is in charge of this matter? They were probably selected at random, but I don't know that seeing may not be believing. Ha, I chose a fool.

There are too many people in the world who are perfunctory about being a prince-in-law, and that is why the government has become so corrupt."

The next moment, Deng Jingrong said mysteriously: "But there are other ways..."

"Is there any way?"

"Master Zhang has also heard of Wang Zhu, the second young master of the Wang family, right?"

Zhang Heng nodded: "I've heard that he has some skills in business affairs."

"There are many people among the common people who want to be the emperor's relatives, and there are also many who are willing to spend money on it. But the second young master Wang takes action, how can he fail?"

Zhang Heng was stunned and a little frightened, and said softly: "When the emperor marries a daughter, there is still someone who dares to collect money?"

"Hey, how can there be no one to collect money when doing things in this world?" Deng Jingrong lowered his voice and said: "Only the young ones know that there are two ways, one is Jianing Bo's Mansion, and the other is the great eunuch in the inner palace."

"Uncle Jianing is the current uncle of the country and the biological brother of the queen. Princess Chunning is not the queen's direct descendant, but a concubine. As long as the Wang family is willing to use the money, this matter will naturally be completed..."

Listening to Deng Jinrong's words, Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and suddenly said: "This second son of the Wang family has such a powerful method."

"Yes." Deng Jingrong agreed.

Zhang Heng sneered and said: "With one move, I can not only prevent my eldest brother from taking the imperial examination, but also remove my younger brother from the candidates for dividing the family property. At the same time, it also allows the Wang family to transform from merchants to royal relatives in one fell swoop. If he kills three birds with one stone, if he becomes the

He is an official, but he is a person."

"This..." Deng Jingrong was speechless for a moment.

This kind of thing is like "Look at the mountains and you will get the mountains, and you will get the water by looking at the water". Everyone's guess is based on their own minds...

Deng Jingrong originally thought that the second son of the Wang family was just trying to gain honor for the family. Now after listening to Zhang Heng's words, he also felt that the second son of the Wang family was a scheming person.

Deng Jingrong suddenly felt a little secretly regretful about discussing the rights and wrongs of the Second Young Master Wang behind his back. If anyone knew about it, there would inevitably be some trouble.

He then gave Zhang Heng another cup of tea and said with a smile: "Today I just had a few chats with the adults and took it as a joke."

Zhang Heng nodded and said: "I am a scholar, not a gossip in the market. Don't worry."

Oh, I had tea with this little official today, and I gained some insights. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. It seems that when you become an official in the future, you have to pay attention to all kinds of monsters and snakes.

While he was talking, he looked out the window again and saw a scholar in his forties or fifties staggering out of an alley.

"Is that Mr. Luo?" Deng Jingrong followed Zhang Heng's gaze and said.

Zhang Heng's expression was quite complicated and he said: "Yes, Luo Deyuan is on the same list as me, but he has not yet been appointed an official."

Deng Jingrong nodded and before he was appointed an official, it would be difficult for him to call Luo Yuan "my lord" in front of Zhang Heng.

This Rhodes was only admitted to Jinshi in his forties in the first year of his first year. He was also fat-headed and somewhat ugly. From Zhang Heng's tone, it was obvious that he looked down upon him.

Deng Jingrong said: "Speaking of which, the yard rented by Luo Jinshi is the property of the Wang family."

"Oh?" Zhang Heng leaned against the window and squinted at Luo Deyuan's back.

Just by looking at this look, Deng Jingrong was sure that he and Luo Deyuan were not getting along well, so he smiled and said: "This guy named Luo looks like a pig, but he is lucky enough to marry a young and beautiful woman..."

Zhang Heng frowned, seeming slightly unhappy.

He stood up, took out his silver and threw it on the table.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Here's the tea money. If there's any left, you can have tea next time."

Deng Jingrong smiled brightly and said, "How embarrassing is this? Mr. Zhang is too polite."

Zhang Heng hurriedly left the teahouse.

His face was calm, but in fact his heart was on fire, so he took two deep breaths, deliberately slowed down and walked in the direction of Luo Yuan's house.

Thinking of the lady in Luo Yuan's family, he felt a little thirsty in his mouth, but he still tried his best to look like he was walking aimlessly...

There is a cloth shop at the entrance of the alley.

At the door of the cloth shop, a boy and a girl, a master and a servant, were having a conversation.

A young man named Wang Xiao is wearing a white silk suit, with a face as beautiful as a crown of jade, like a golden boy under the throne of the Supreme Lord. His eyes are clear and curious, and he is looking around.

And the tall and graceful maid seemed to be teaching him a lesson.

"Why did the young master run out? I haven't chosen the fabric yet..." The girl's tone was slightly reproachful, but also a bit doting.

Wang Xiao said nothing, but looked at the streets and alleys with curiosity.

"Then young master, just wait here for me. I'll choose the fabric and I'll come out right away."

"Okay." Wang responded with a smile.

"Don't run around. I can see you right away in the store."

"good."

Zhang Heng, who was passing by, was amused. This idiot could only say "ok".

He had no intention of observing the master and servant, and turned into the alley pretending to be casual.

Wang Xiao looked at this alley and suddenly thought that this alley seemed to be his family's property.
To be continued...