Chapter 92: Warm and slightly cool, kind and distant
While Xiao Li helped Song Junzhan up, he replied to Zi Yue: "Your driving skills are so good that you almost sent your young master away."
Song Junzhan felt uncomfortable, so Xiao Li got off the ground first, and then he saw Ziyue driving the carriage into a yard.
Shopkeeper Jiang was closing the door. It was not difficult to guess that the jolt just now was the carriage coming in from the door.
"Thank you, Shaodongjia, and Ziyue for helping me."
Song Junzhan: "I'm not that capable. It was Ziyue who saw you first."
Zi Yue raised his chin and was very proud: "I saw my sister at a glance. Thanks to my outstanding dexterity, quick eyesight and quick hands, I am a hero who saves the beautiful girl."
Xiao Li smiled, and then bowed his hands in a pretense of solemnity: "Thank you so much, young hero, for saving me. Your bravery, fearlessness, and martial arts skills are so admirable."
Zi Yue blushed instantly: "That... isn't that powerful"
Shopkeeper Jiang couldn't help laughing when he looked at the unusually rosy-faced young master and the shy Zi Yue. This girl Xiao was so charming.
"Stop standing around and invite Miss Xiao into the room."
The son was very happy about this: "Sister, come in quickly."
Apparently, this is where they live.
Xiao Li shook his head: "I won't go in. I wonder if Shaodong's family has horses to lend me?"
Song Junzhan: "Are you worried that those people will come after you?"
It's obvious.
Xiao Li: "You saved my life, I can't harm you."
"It's okay." Song Junzhan calmed down and returned to his usual gentleness: "It's very dangerous for the girl to go out alone now. You might as well wait for the rescuer here. As for the assassins, they can't come here."
After speaking, he smiled lightly at Xiao Li and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Now Song Junzhan didn't cough, and he didn't look that weak. In his slight smile, there was a calm confidence that the overall situation was in control, as if he had an instant sense of strength.
This person
Before Xiao Li could think about it, Zi Yue pulled her forward.
"Sister, hurry up, hurry up, grandma has stewed chicken soup, it's so delicious, I can smell it, I will drink two more bowls later."
Shopkeeper Jiang scolded: "Zi Yue, don't be rude."
Ziyue didn't listen at all and kept leading Xiao Li forward.
Then Xiao Li sat at the dining table.
In order to show respect, Song Junzhan insisted on letting her sit in the main seat.
Now she has Zi Yue on her right and Song Junzhan on her left. In front of her are three steaming dishes and one soup.
The chicken soup Ziyue mentioned had mushrooms stewed in it, and it smelled extremely delicious.
Xiao Li: "."
It was only a little more than a quarter of an hour at most. She was still being assassinated and almost lost her life. She turned around and was sitting on the table drinking chicken soup.
Well, the chicken soup is delicious.
It felt like the assassination was an illusion.
Ziyue recommended it enthusiastically, and Xiao Li was very considerate. He ate two bowls of rice in a daze, and his stomach was almost full.
Song Junzhan took her to the backyard to drink tea and eat. As soon as she entered, she saw everything golden.
There is a huge ginkgo tree in his yard. The leaves are all yellow now, and when the wind blows, they cover the ground.
The crown is not high, but the huge trunk is so big that two people can hug it.
"This tree must be three or four hundred years old, right?" Song Junzhan caught a fallen leaf and put it aside casually: "It was planted by the ancestors of the Song family four hundred and seventy years ago. Later, the yard was sold to others, and it went through a hundred changes. Many years ago, the Song family bought it back and found that the ginkgo was still there, so it has been kept until now.”
Tea has been brewed in the yard. Song Junzhan made the tea himself and handed it to Xiao Li, and then pushed a stack of pastries over.
"This is a pastry made from ginkgo nuts. It tastes pretty good. Try it."
Xiao Li couldn't eat it, but he still tasted a piece for Mianzi. It was surprisingly delicious, but this time it was really a bit full.
Ziyue lay behind the rockery and watched this scene. He couldn't help but hold his face in his hands and sighed: "It would be great if my sister became a young lady."
Shopkeeper Jiang stretched out his hand and lifted him away: "I want to eat shit, go to work quickly."
Xiao Li was rescued now and even ate people's food. This was a huge debt of gratitude.
The aroma of tea in the cup was overflowing, and it was refreshing to smell it. This smell was clearly the smell she asked Song Junzhan in her panic.
However, he has not only the fragrance of tea, but also a little bit of medicinal fragrance. Mixed together, it is not strong and smells very good, just like the feeling he gives people, warm and slightly cool, kind and distant.
"The imperial examination is a good thing. It is not only helpful for poor students. It selects talents and promotes talents, which benefits the country and the people."
She took the initiative to stir up the topic and glanced at Song Junzhan lightly: "But I don't recommend you do it."
Song Junzhan: "I would like to hear the details."
Xiao Li: "If a good minister does not meet a wise king, your blood will be in vain."
Xiao Jingyun is not a wise king, and he is not worthy of a good minister like Song Junzhan.
"His Majesty regards all those who want to revive the imperial examination as remnants of the previous dynasty. He always believed that the last time the late emperor killed those people was to punish the rebels, and he kept it secret. You don't have to waste your efforts, because anyone who dares to speak will die."
Song Junzhan's face instantly turned pale.
He knew Xiao Li's identity. She must have asked the emperor tentatively when she said this. This was the emperor's attitude.
As long as someone mentions the imperial examination, not only the aristocratic family will suppress it, but the emperor will not approve it. You can imagine what awaits them.
‘Song Junzhan, you think the imperial examination is too simple, it won’t happen. ’
This is what all the elders said to him. They know about the imperial examination, they have participated in it, but they were lucky and escaped death in the end.
Song Junzhan thought that they had seen that bloody storm, so they no longer had the courage to rise up.
But I never thought that maybe what they said was the truth.
The emperor is not a wise master, so everything he does is in vain and only allows more people to die.
The scene from seven years ago suddenly appeared in Song Junzhan's mind. He saw his father tearing up books crazily in the study, knocking over the candlesticks and setting the study on fire. In the fire, he yelled crazily, 'The sky has no eyes, your majesty is stupid, the sky has no eyes'
Later, the imperial army broke into the house and ransacked the Song family. Then, his father and grandfather were beheaded, and the rest were exiled.
Not only were they tortured on the road to exile, but there were still people who were determined to destroy the Song family and chased them all the way.
If Uncle Jiang hadn't led him to jump into the river and escaped, he might have died in that assassination.
When he was in the jail, his grandfather held his hand tightly and told him all the truth.
It was His Majesty who wanted to revive the imperial examination, but His Majesty could not defeat the aristocratic family, and they became the victims.
Grandpa told him not to hate His Majesty. If he could survive, the restoration of the imperial examination would be more important than revenge.
This is a top priority for all students in the world, more important than revenge.
He always remembered and worked hard for this, even if he ran into obstacles everywhere.
"Your Majesty, you can't listen to everyone's advice." He said with difficulty: "What about Princess Xuanyang?"
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