Chapter 171:

Xiaotong glanced at his own master secretly, and twitched hard at the corners of his eyes. People who were unfamiliar with Yang Zixuan would really see him as a nerd.
These actions were just a few breaths. He went to Dongjima and stretched out his hands, rubbed his face a few times, and pulled a few big smiley faces. Then he raised the curtain and came out. Huang Lianer was putting the soup in the main hall. Eight Immortals table.
Seeing Xiaotong come out, she laughed and said, "Xiaotong, come and have a snack. What about Zixuan's brother?"
"The young master is fascinated by reading!" Xiao Tong pulled the big tiger skin without changing his heart.
Huang Lian'er wanted to go in and see that Xiaotong was standing still at the door. She was open and she was afraid that people would gossip. She was better in the main hall. If she entered the study room, her loneliness and widowhood would be really bad.
"Xiaotong, why don't you go and ask Brother Zixuan to come out for a bowl of soup, just to rest. You see, my hands are hot for the soup."
Xiao Tong didn't look at her hands at all, and it was about how long it would take the Mu family's peaches to ripen, so he could use them to slap them, which was better than face to face with the sticky essence every day.
"Well, Mrs. Huang, then you can go back and take the medicine sooner. This girl burns her hands and has scars."
Huang Lian'er still wanted to stay, but Xiaotong would climb up the ladder, her heart could not help but tangled, but her hands were indeed red, which would be difficult to marry if she left scars in the future.
"Then you remember to drink to Brother Zixuan." Huang Lian'er finally retreated. This good man can find the next one. If there is a scar on this hand, I'm afraid her parents won't spare her.
Xiaotong nodded his head like rice: "Okay, okay, the slave must give our young master a drink."
Quickly pushed her out of the door and watched her out of the moon door. She took a breath and was photographed behind her.
"Master ?!" Xiao Tong was really startled.
Yang Zixuan glanced out and saw no extras, who should not have appeared in his yard, and lowered his voice and asked, "Are you gone?"
Xiaotong stretched out his sleeves and wiped a cold sweat: "But it's gone, sir, if you use a slave as a shield again, you're afraid it won't work."
Yang Zixuan smiled strangely: "You think I don't know what you think, rest assured, when the peaches are ripe, let you go south, remember to get a few extra summer shirts for the grandfather to come back."
Xiaotong heard the words, but Le bloomed, and finally did not have to face the girl Huang who was faint at every turn, and thought again, no, why did he go alone: ​​"Master, don't you go?"
Yang Zixuan's eyes suddenly frosted: "Do you think the grandfather is suitable to go now? But that person is tight-knit. Who knows what the real yellow girl or green girl was just now, what do you and I do not know yet ?! "
Xiaotong reached out and touched his arm, and in May this day, the words changed, and all of a sudden they were cold.
"Master, then?"
Yang Zixuan threw back the hairband that fell to her chest, and smiled mysteriously: "Yes, naturally, I'm going to sit in the capital. Otherwise, she won't be able to see the cats inside. I just said that you went back to your hometown to find a relative. It will be easy to say in two years. "
Xiaotong thinks about it: "What about autumn?"
Yang Zixuan glanced at him: "I said Xiaotong, this summer has not yet arrived, and you are looking forward to autumn. It is very troublesome for the grandpa to think so far."
Xiaotong held the soup on the Eight Immortals table very dog-legged: "Master, why don't you drink tonic?"
Yang Zixuan glared at him: "Do you dare to drink?" The heart was dark, and he accidentally said.
Xiaotong said aggrievedly: "It will be cheaper again in our yard, Xiao Huang, and it took a lot of time to boil it out. Yeah, Xiao Huang is so fat that he won't be able to walk anymore. "
Xiao Huang is a small white Jingba. It was bought by Yang Zixuan after Huang Lian'er came. This was purely for the disgusting Mrs. Hou. The first day I heard Xiao Huang ’s name spread, Mrs. Hou It was uncomfortable, and she slept early without even having meals. Yang Zixuan was very happy after hearing that. She ate two more bowls of rice that night, but she suffered from indigestion and slept until midnight.
When Taozi blushed when she saw the warmth in the world, Mu Rouzang received a letter from Jingcheng. The sender was a family member with an unfamiliar handwriting. The recipient was naturally Hibiscus, but he opened it only after he opened it. I know it was a letter from Yang Zixuan.
Hibiscus took the letter and hurriedly read it, and found Mu Rouzang in the back garden.
She was sitting with Feng Ye in the pavilion and embroidered a large thing.
"Sister, Brother Yang has a letter." He turned to the letter in Murou Sangyangyang's hand in the garden.
With a surprised face, Mu Rou Sang put down her needle and thread and asked, "Why did it take six months to write?" No Jinshu came in six months, saying that she was not worried that it was fake.
"You know when you look at it, he's stuck in Beijing and can't get out." Mu Hiong handed the letter in her hand.
Mu Rouzang displayed an additional sorrow after reading the letter: "I don't know how Yang Zixuan was doing in Beijing? He just said that it was not convenient to come to Shuzhou."
As for the fact that it took two-thirds of the time behind the letter to imply that Mu Rouzang said that the clothes he made for him were too short last year, and she glanced directly at her.
The heart of Hibiscus is very grateful to Yang Zixuan, who taught him many ways of dealing with people. This is something that neither Mr. nor Mu Sang can give: "That is also a last resort, unless he doesn't take the meritorious name in his life, and it will be good if he wins a lift . "
Even if you did not pass the examination, you can mix a county magistrate if you have a little activity, not to mention that Yang Zixuan and him have a merit record on the holy place. When they finish their studies, they can enter the Guozijian school without the exam.
Mu Rouzang then remembered this, folded the letter and put a laugh in the envelope: "Brother doesn't have to rush to Beijing to take the test when he arrives."
Hibiscus has to read six or seven years here before entering the Imperial College.
"It will have to wait for my brother to be admitted to the lift. By the way, Li Yan has an eyebrow there, saying that a family in the county may have to leave the county seat and go elsewhere to sell his shop and Grange together. . "He remembered another happy event, his sister asked too much of the field, it was really difficult for others.
Mu Rouzang smiled at the date on the cover of the letter and said, "What time is it? Xiaotong is afraid to bring the caravan in a few days."
"It wasn't that fast. The family just asked Li Yan to ask the market first. I heard that his son's letter had to be answered before he could finalize it."
So in three or two days after waiting for Xiaotong, Mu Rouzang asked someone to take him to the flower hall to meet him. Mu Hizhi deliberately asked for a day off for this to hear more about the good brother Yang Zixuan.
"I've seen Master, girl."
Xiaotong's eyes were slightly moist and he made a long hoe. He finally left Hou's house, and along the way, he felt that the weeds on the roadside were three points sweeter than Hou's fragrant.
Busy of Hibiscus motioned to pick up a book for him to read, Xiaotong first gave way and finally dared to sit on the edge of the pier.
The two brothers and sisters of the Mu family were very worried about Yang Zixuan's situation. They waited for Xiao Tong to relax after drinking tea, and then asked, "Brother Yang is still fine in Beijing? Since the Chinese New Year, no letter has come. I He and his sister didn't know the situation in Jingli, so they didn't dare to write easily, because they were afraid that he found out that he had bought in the small village. "
Xiao Tong put down the tea cup and sighed, "If the slave says that our young master is doing well, he may not believe the coward. Fortunately, the grandmother can take care of him. This young master can grow up safely. Now he can hide in the college. If you do n’t go home, go home as far as possible to nest in your own yard. Fortunately, it ’s far away from the inner courtyard.
A lot of peace? The two brothers and sisters looked at each other. It is no wonder that when he first saw Yang Zixuan, his temperament was like a hedgehog erected with thorns, ready to get stuck at any time. At that time Mu Rouzang really hated him.
"I hope that Brother Yang will be able to take part in the next autumn." The imperial examinations will be held every three years. Mu Hi-zhi will also take a scientific examination next year.
Xiao Tong was honored: "It's not a slave who speaks loudly. My young master has been really hard in the past six months. He was a talented student on the same day. After the school started, he asked to live in the school. Mrs. Hou refused on the spot.
Later, my young master simply went outside until he had a curfew and returned home. He also picked a lot of celebrities to send to the gentleman, and he was happy to open a small stove for our young master every day. Later, he saw that the young master was indeed talented. The gadgets, the gentleman must chase the master every day to do some research. "
Mu Rouzang chuckled: "I'm so afraid of suffering him." Thinking of his wrinkled face, she felt very coke.
Hibiscus followed with a smile: "Brother Yang is afraid of suffering this time. Fortunately, it is a good thing that Mr. Yang values ​​him."
"Mr. Lost is important. My young master had a reason to move to the school. At first, our young master didn't know about it and crowded with other students in the cold school. As a result, my young master squatted at the door for the first night. "
Mu Rou suspicion glanced at the hibiscus who smiled uneasily, and asked, "Why?"
"Haha, why else? Bacheng is smoked by people's foot odor." Hibiscus had long heard Zhu Fugui's complaints, but later learned that there are also single rooms available in the school hall.
"Xiaotong, you don't have to ask in advance what you do."
Xiaotong was also very grieved: "Master, it ’s not a slave who did n’t go to inquire. It ’s really those people who are so abominable. There is obviously a single room to cover up and not to say. I asked my master to spend a night there before saying that there is a single room. You said, Why aren't they willing to make money? "
Hibiscus laughed and said, "This is the convention, but every new student must go this way. It is said that the gentlemen in the college defaulted to this."
"I heard the master said that the most hateful thing was that a student's own stinky socks were worn for half a month, and a hobby, like to put stinky socks under the pillow. Poor my master was almost lying unconscious when he lay down past."
Mu Rouzang asked strangely, "Xiaotong, did you live there?"
Hibiscus puzzled her: "My sister didn't know. Tongpu didn't provide a bed for the deceased. Presumably Xiaotong went back to the house that night."
She opened her mind wide and imagined that Yang Zixuan was smoked and rolled her eyes, and sighed, but unfortunately, she had no chance to see such a beautiful thing. Otherwise, it is only happiness that is based on the pain of others!
"Yes, young master, when he was a slave, the next day he was holding the egg and lean meat porridge to see the young master. He vomited before he started drinking, and said that the egg had a smelly socks."
Poorly he got up early that day and went to the congee shop of his young master's favorite for more than an hour before buying it.
Hibiscus asked about Yang Zixuan's homework again: "Listening to you, Brother Yang is very much loved by his husband, but I do n’t know how his knowledge is. I heard Goddaughter mention it in the letter. The letter asks godfather to answer questions. "
Xiaotong glanced at him with a hint of expression in his eyes: "My young master also often has correspondence with Daru. When it comes to this, you must have received the previous letters. They are all slaves. The young master was too busy for six months, and the slaves wanted to remind me a few times. Just to see the young masters become so tired, the slaves could not bear it ... "
After speaking, I stood up and made a deep sigh. The two brothers and sisters flashed a few surprises, and immediately recovered as usual. Mu Rouzang sneered, turning his head to look at the books and studying ink on the side: Lean on the chair. "