After waiting for a long time, with a long low cry, the study became quiet, and the Confucian scholar knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A lazy and casual male voice rang out.

Zhang Yezhi pushed the door open and walked into the study with his head down.

In the study, opposite the several rows of bookshelves was a luxurious soft velvet bed. Zhang Yezhi lowered his head and did not dare to look directly. Within his eyes, he could only see a pair of black-haired calves and four snow-white jade-like little feet.

"I heard that two handsome little maids have come to the mansion. You are so lucky..." Zhang Yezhi swallowed secretly, presented a stack of letters in his hand, and said, "Young Master, the autumn outing of Donglin Academy is about to be. At that time, the beautiful and talented people in the city will go to Dongshan to go to the 'Shiting Club'."

"Miss Zhao's family will also go," "This is a poem collected by my subordinates at the Shiting Conference in previous years. You can review it for a while. By then, with your talent, you will definitely be favored by Miss Zhao's family."

After he finished speaking, he did not respond. He raised his eyes and glanced quietly. However, his son started to enjoy it again. He hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look again.

After a long time, the young master finished his work as if no one else was around, and his lazy voice came: "You have to do two things."

"The first thing is to go to the account to get 30,000 taels of silver. If I remember correctly, Mr. Kong from Donglin Academy recently built a house and was quite short of money."

"He is the assistant of Mr. Wei, deputy director of the school. Every year, Mr. Wei sends poems. The 30,000 taels of 30,000 taels must be obtained from him this year's topic."

"The second thing is to arrange some people on the road to wait around the stone pavilion. I have my own order."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yezhi was shocked and thought to himself that the young master is worthy of being the son of the county magistrate, and he is indeed acting extraordinary.

"Yes! I'll make arrangements now..." Zhang Yezhi paused and said, "There's another thing, young master, Li Fan..." Before he finished speaking, an impatient voice came: "A dead dog, don't waste my time, just do it yourself!"

Zhang Yezhi felt nervous and hurriedly retreated, and vaguely heard the conversation in the room.

"Why is Miss Zhao's family better than us?

Young Master, you can’t lose us..." "Don’t worry, when she comes, I will take her to play with you and have a happier time, hahahahahaha!"

...Zhao Mansion.

"Miss, it's great, it's great!"

Bai Qingwan ran into Zhao Xuening's boudoir with a deep joy on her face.
Chapter completed!