Chapter 29 Beating the Grandson of the Censor
“Fifth Miss, I am waiting for you in the front hall.”
Ji Qingwu walked out of the yard quickly, the soles of his shoes were almost worn out Mars comes.
Children who can study in the study are all outstanding, and all their families are from powerful families.
With her brows furrowed, she asked the boy beside her: "Do you know who Jiujiu got into a fight with?"
". This is Yan Bing, the grandson of Master Yan Zongrang, the imperial censor." The boy's voice was very nervous.
This news made Ji Qingwu's eyes darken.
The official position of the Censor is only under the Prime Minister, but the most special thing is that he has the privilege of supervising all officials and admonishing the emperor.
I just offended the one who was least likely to be offended.
She asked: "How old is the child?"
The boy replied: "I heard he should be six or seven years old."
Ji Qingwu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he felt more uneasy in his heart. He tweeted about fighting with a boy who was much older than him. , wouldn’t it mean that we would suffer a big loss?
She was very anxious. Seeing no one around, she simply started trotting in the long corridor, holding up her skirt.
On the pavilion on the rockery.
There were several guests of the Qiao family who were composing poems, playing chess, and doing elegant things. They caught sight of the figures running in the corridor.
Daughters from aristocratic families have always pursued chastity and quietness, and it was the first time they had seen a woman running so freely.
The young man in purple shirt is the new guest of the Qiao family. He curiously asked the people around him: "Brother Li, do you know who this woman is?"
Sit down The man in white clothes behind the chess table, with long eyebrows like willows and a body like a jade tree, holding a white jade chess piece in his hand, looked over after hearing this.
The raven-green gauze skirt swayed with the woman's footsteps.
The white girdle holds the slender waist, and the clothes are elegant, like a painting of a beautiful woman painted in blue and green ink.
Until her figure disappeared into the corridor, the man in purple shirt was still staring at her with unfulfilled interest.
"Brother Li, this girl really responded to that sentence, moving like a rabbit. You have been in Qiao Mansion for a longer time. Do you know which young lady in the house is she? Is she married?"
Looking at the direction she was traveling, it should be the front hall.
Li Chengxun dropped the chess piece in his hand and said calmly: "I have never seen it before."
The man who was playing chess with Li Chengxun was named Liu Nian. He said: "I heard people Said, the granddaughter of the Ji family is here today. I think this person came out of the old lady’s yard, it should be her.”
The man in the purple shirt couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Brother Liu, are you the young lady of the Ji family who is living abroad and has just returned home recently?" A widow with a child, the dead husband is still a vulgar soldier, so what if he is a member of the Ji family."
Seeing the pity look on the man in purple shirt, Liu Nian focused his eyes and said in a frivolous tone: "Don't be stupid. This kind of woman can be played on a whim, but marrying her home as a real wife will only make people angry. Ridiculous."
Li Chengxun ignored what they were saying, placed the last chess piece, and raised his eyebrows.
“The winner has been decided.”
"Hey, Chengxun! Your killing move is too cruel, you don't give me any face."
The two people's chess skills are not on the same level, and today it is Liu Nian who insists on asking him to play chess.
Li Chengxun stood up and left the pavilion.
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Ji Qingwu arrived at the front hall.
At the door, I saw a lot of people gathered inside, and the atmosphere was very solemn.
At a glance, she saw a small figure standing in the corner. The little girl was lowering her head, looking intently at her feet, and her little hands were placed in front of her belly. She looked like she had just been Got scolded.
It seemed that he was not injured, and Ji Qingwu felt a little relieved. "Chirp."
The woman's delicate voice broke the silence in the hall.
Everyone looked over.
Ji Qingwu crossed the threshold and walked to the center of the house.
When Jiujiu saw Aniang coming, she pouted her lips and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. The pitiful little appearance made Ji Qingwu feel sour in his heart.
However, there were many people in the hall, so Ji Qingwu still had to follow the rules. Instead of hugging her directly to comfort her, he first bowed to Qiao Menghan, who was the head of the hall.
"Grandfather."
Mr. Qiao looked calm, nodded, and said solemnly: "You are here."
Below Qiao Menghan sat an even more ugly old man with a goatee, thin cheeks, and cheekbones. Very high.
When he saw her face, he said coldly: "Are you the mother of this girl?"
"Xiaowu, this is the censor Yan Zongrang, Mr. Yan." Mr. Qiao introduced One sentence.
Ji Qingwu saluted and said hello again: "I have met Mr. Yan."
"I can't bear the courtesy from the Ji family."
Yan Yushi turned away and refused to accept her courtesy, "I should have gone directly to the Ji family, but Mr. Qiao persuaded me Come here and disturb Mr. Qiao's purity. . ”
This Yan Zongrang is worthy of being an eloquent censor. In a few words, he wiped out the Qiao family. Although he said it politely, he meant that this was a matter of the Ji family, not the Ji family. Allow Mr. Qiao to intervene.
Being refuted on the spot, Ji Qingwu didn’t feel embarrassed. She stood up straight.
The tone was still gentle, "Master Yan, you are waiting for me to come. What do you have to say?"
Yan Yushi raised his eyes and spoke very directly, "You don't have to pretend to be deaf and mute, just go and see what your daughter has done to my little grandson Yan Bing!"
Huh?
Ji Qingwu had just learned about the fight and subconsciously put his daughter in the position of the victim.
I never expected that it would be someone else who was being bullied by Tweet.
Following Yan Yushi's fingers, Ji Qingwu noticed the boy hiding behind the chair.
Compared with Jiujiu, this child is tall and strong, like a white steamed bun, but now his face is stained, there is a large bruise on his forehead, and there are scratches on the right side of his face, which has turned into a flowered bun.
Ji Qingwu looked at Yan Bing and then at Twitter.
The meaning is easy to understand, but she really doesn’t understand, how could Jiujiu beat him?
Yan Yushi also felt that his face was a little shameless, "Your daughter is cruel and ruthless. My little grandson has a good character. A good man will not fight with a woman, so he will be bullied by her."
Then he said aggressively: "Tell me, what should I do? If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I will file a complaint tomorrow!"
Complaint.
Ji Qingwu's calm face finally changed. Seeing her pursed lips and a somewhat panicked look, Yan Yushi shook his robe and snorted.
"My patience is limited."
"Why don't we listen to what the children have to say?" Ji Qingwu sighed and discussed.
Yan Yushi said: "What else is there to say? My grandson's face is the evidence, it is all in front of you."
Ji Qingwu approached Yan Bing. The boy's hands were tightly grasping the armrests of the chair and he did not dare to look at her.
She looked at him carefully from a close distance. He had such a sweet face.
She said softly: "Young Master Yan."
Yan Bing then raised his face to look at her, his lips pursed, he shrunk his neck guiltily, and then lowered his head. .
(End of this chapter)