Although it was still a little cold this morning and evening, I had to wear a single dress at noon.

These days Ruibao was busy, and Zuo Rou followed her as a helper. They even borrowed Qiaoqiao, who could read, calculate and keep accounts.

In Ruibao's words, it is "Women have their own uses for women. Women who serve men day and night are women. Women who do something, who are also women." In the past, she would have been busy and frantically taking a group of young sisters to come from men. Now she is a time for her great success, so she doesn't listen to any stories and stops poetry meetings. She just throws her mind on the princess fund, and she talks to her sleep at night and settles the score.

Social donations have continued in the past two days. Although the popularity has decreased compared with the previous two days, funds and materials have been shipped here continuously.

The princess also announced the total amount of money obtained as Song Beiyun said, and all the expenses were updated every day. What many idle men had to do every day was to sit down the city gate and wait for daily data to be updated.

If there is something that is expensive or some expenses that are not allowed to be understood by them, it will immediately attract discussion, and the content they are discussed will be recorded by the recorder next to them, and explanations and solutions will be given in the afternoon.

Just... it feels very different from the royal style, but this kind of operation makes no choice for everyone in the world. Even scholars and students who always like to pick on tricks praise this as a talented move.

"This is Ruibao." A middle-aged man stood under the list, carrying a hoe, looking at the things listed on the list with a smile: "If it were someone else, he would be dead, and this would have caused many people in the court to take the job. It would probably be difficult for Zhao Xing to do it."

"Brother Wang said very much. Some old ministers in the court were already using the crying, making a fuss and hanging themselves, but the government ignored it this time. As long as someone mentioned it, he would use the more than 400,000 victims to talk about the matter, and no one dared to force too much."

Next to this middle-aged man dressed as a farmer was a lucky king in casual clothes. He stood beside him, carrying a basket in his hand, and there was also vegetables in the basket. He didn't look like a prince, but he was obviously a woman going out to buy vegetables.

"If you can walk down at this time, it will naturally be the best. This also requires some divine will, Bo Lu."

"Brother is here." King Fu responded with his head down gently.

"The old clan regards you as a thorn in the eyes. Zhao Lang's lineage in the court is mixed. The empress dowager's relatives control the government. You are walking on thin ice." The Thai king said with a serious expression: "Zhao Xing didn't kill me, I know what he meant. The Song Dynasty was named Zhao, do you understand? If someone dared to extend his hand, he would be killed without mercy."

"Brother understand." King Fu nodded and said, "When his father was alive, he said this to me. I don't care who is the emperor, but I can only be a member of the Zhao family."

"Let me find a son-in-law." The King of Thailand turned around and said, "Trust all your abilities to your son-in-law. Jin Ling'er is a woman after all, and she can't hold on to her much."

"Look at Jin Ling'er, she is a very smart child."

"Jin Ling'er...ah..." The King of Thailand sighed and laughed again: "Okay, at least she can call me uncle."

King Fu chuckled and patted his brother's hand: "When Jin Ling'er has a child, I will adopt one for you."

"Hahaha, no, Jin Ling'er's temper can make me see my good grandson, and I am content with this old thing."

The two middle-aged people laughed and walked along the riverside in late spring. They chatted mostly about the various policies issued by Jin Linger, which was quite interesting.

The most leisurely thing at this moment is Song Beiyun. After teaching Yusheng in the morning, he cooked at noon and lay in the yard to bask in the sun. Because Qiaoqiao was borrowed by Princess Ruibao, he naturally had to change someone. After all, of course, Qiaoyun was the only one. However, Qiaoyun had something unclean to do with Song Beiyun, so he even joked that Zuo Rou sent a piece of fat meat to the tiger's mouth.

"Sister Qiaoyun."

"Um?"

Lying on Qiaoyun's leg, Song Beiyun stuffed a grape from the Western Regions into Qiaoyun's mouth: "You come every night, are you afraid you're addicted?"

Qiaoyun pinched his nose. After all, the two of them had been entangled many times. In addition, Yusheng was studying hard in the house and there was no one here, so naturally she was no longer shy.

"I just knew to bully me."

"How can I bear to let it go? Sister Qiaoyun is the best treasure in the world."

Qiaoyun had long been used to his sweet words, but just held his hand and said sadly: "After all, I am just a servant. One day you will be successful, I will not be able to get on the table."

Song Beiyun adjusted his posture and reached out to pinch Qiaoyun's chin: "Silly Sister, do you know what are the people in the world who abandoned the world all for?"

"Why?" Qiaoyun tilted her head and looked at him: "I don't know what you men are thinking."

"It's nothing more than fame and fortune. The songbooks that say those who abandon their wife and children for the sake of the rich lady, and those who abandon their wife all the time for the sake of the official lady are all for fame and fortune?"

"Yes." Qiaoyun nodded thoughtfully.

Song Beiyun held her hand and kissed her, and continued, "My sister Qiaoyun is so gentle and beautiful, so how can I bear it? Besides, if you want to talk about fame and fortune, do you care about me when you see it? If you say it is wealth, the wealth in my hands can be provided for you and Qiaoqiao to eat here for three lives. If you say it is famous, my poem will be enough to make a name for the world. This is a good opportunity for the world to recognize. Not to mention that even if Your Highness is a saint today, it is not impossible for me to say that meeting you."

Qiaoyun nodded gently and said, "Your Highness Fu has been thinking about your memorials all morning, and then he personally whipped it to meet the saint."

"Yes." Song Beiyun threw Qiaoyun on the bamboo bed and looked at her: "You said, if I like these things, I might as well hook up with the princess. But I'm not interested, because I like my sister Qiaoyun."

Qiaoyun's face turned red when he said it, and even her breathing became rapid. Even when she saw his face getting closer and closer, her eyes instinctively closed.

"Sister Qiaoyun, it's not okay to proclaim lust in the daytime." Song Beiyun kissed her on the lips, then pulled her up: "You, you, why are you so addicted?"

Qiaoyun was stunned by his words. After reacting, she hit him with laughter and tears: "Bad things..."

However, after saying that, she still obediently snuggled in Song Beiyun's arms: "But I can't come these days. I'll go back tomorrow. At the beginning of every month, I have to go to the master to report the lady's movements. It may take three or five days."

Song Beiyun was dissatisfied when he heard this. He had just eaten the marrow and Zhiwei, how could Qiaoyun run away?

Perhaps seeing his unhappiness, Qiaoyun raised her body and hugged his neck, and said softly: "Will you wait for my sister to come back?"

"Then you have to try the tricks you didn't agree with before."

Qiaoyun bit her lip and nodded slightly with a red face.

"Okay, okay, then I'll let you go." Song Beiyun got up and put Qiaoyun on the bamboo bed, picked up the small blanket next to her and covered her: "You have been tired these days, so you'll have a while of sleep. It's time for Brother Yusheng to do a mock exam."

"Yes." Qiaoyun nodded very obediently: "You go and be busy."

After coaxing Qiaoyun to fall asleep, Song Beiyun pushed the door and walked into Yusheng's room. He was still working on the test paper. After seeing Song Beiyun coming, he yawned: "You're going tonight, whispering quietly when you toss."

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Can you hear it?"

"It's right next door, can't you hear it? I didn't say anything about you when I saw Qiao Qiao in the morning. You shouldn't be addicted to women at such a young age. You have to take the exam for fame." Yu Sheng said earnestly: "But if you really want it, I will write a letter to my mother and ask her to decide the marriage. I think Miss Qiaoyun is also a serious person and a good child."

"Brother Yusheng... Don't be so old-fashioned when you speak." Song Beiyun sat next to him: "But you, you'll find a wife at least."

"A real man succeeds in his career, why do he become a family?" Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "I'm not in a hurry, why not have a wife?"

"Okay, you'll say this." Song Beiyun lifted his sleeves and said, "Are you ready? The mock exam has begun in the afternoon."

Yu Sheng straightened his body: "It's ready."

Song Beiyun took out a stack of test papers from his sleeve and patted them in front of Yu Sheng: "The poem, fu, and discussion are one poem, and the strategy is five ways. You have no problem with Mo Yi. There is no one in the world who is more solid than you. This poem uses the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of the title of

Yusheng raised his head and looked embarrassed: "It's so difficult..."

"It's so difficult?" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "Why is scholars studying? Cultivating themselves and managing their families to keep the world safe. Do you think it's so difficult? Let me tell you, if I can't write it out, I'll write to Aunt Hong, asking him to find a good daughter's house on the other end, and you go to Jiangxi to get married and have children."

After being scolded by Song Beiyun for some reason, Yu Sheng realized that he had said the wrong thing, smiled bitterly and then buried his head and started writing.

Song Beiyun didn't urge him, but just prepared homemade whipped oil essence and strong tea to refresh his spirits. The braised pork specially made for him at noon was also placed aside. When he was hungry, he picked up the pancakes and it tasted delicious.

While Yu Sheng was burying his head at his desk, Song Beiyun began to give the second round of questions next to him. He is now crazily pressing the questions. As the King of Fu, he had to think about what kind of questions to make things difficult for Yu Sheng from the perspective of King of Fu.

In fact, through the collection of information over the past few days, Song Beiyun has a simple understanding of the person Fu Wang. First of all, he can be sure that this person is not bragging and smart, but he is a real versatile talent in civil and military affairs. Secondly, this person is very upright. Since all the provincial capitals’ examinations and first level of scholarships starting this year, he will definitely not say that those scholars will ask simple questions for their hard work. Finally, the person Fu Wang asked questions... Who dares to cheat!?

So under these three premises, Song Beiyun just guesses the questions boldly. He faces the imperial examination with the spirit of "college entrance examination". It doesn't matter if he has no talent, but he piles up the questions! It doesn't matter if he has no direction, but he puts on the template!

Now three months have passed since the exam, and this time I have to make Yusheng have a fame and fortune. As for himself... it doesn't matter. Anyway, isn't it just a fame and fortune?

"Brother Yusheng, do you remember the slogan?"

Yusheng nodded and read it casually: "The road to study is slow and long. Students have twelve years. After twelve years, they will only earn two days of fame and fortune. They will get up early in the morning and have clear minds. They will recite the Analects of Confucius and memorize the Book of Rites. They will not be idle when eating or taking a bath. They will spend time in their minds. They will have time to take a nap and rest, and they will have time to warm the past. They will have enough time to finish the policy and make the meaning of the meaning."

"Perfect."

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Chapter completed!