Chapter 895: Bad Omen

Jiang Jinxu nodded with satisfaction, and then his head glanced at Xie Qiao again.

But seeing that His Royal Highness is looking at her very softly at this moment, the two of them don't know what they are talking about, and their brows are wrinkled again.

His Highness will be the Son of Heaven in the future. If even the Son of Heaven believes in this, wouldn't he think of immortality in the future? Since ancient times, emperors who believed in Taoist priests had to refine elixir to harm the people.

I'm afraid it's a bad omen!

But even though he thought so in his heart, Jiang Jinxuan couldn't rush forward to cover his sister's mouth, so that she would stop preaching in the future.

Just thinking about it, I still have to continue to persuade.

The road ahead is long, and he still has a lot of things to do before entering the official position!

The banquet was over quickly, and Xie Qiao, sister and brother, sent the teacher back first, and then went back to their guest room to rest.

I have to say that the hospitality of the Meng family is really excellent, and they have specially sent a maid to serve them. The guest room is also very intimately furnished. Even knowing that they are book lovers, they even prepared a lot of books. There is indeed something that Xie Qiao is very interested in.

But Xie Qiao still felt something was wrong.

"Are the children and grandchildren of Master Thirteen at home?" She asked the fifth junior brother about this before, but the guy answered the question. At this moment, Xie Qiao said to the maid sent by the Meng family beside him.

The maid was very well-behaved: "If you return to Mo Zhenren, our uncle has bad legs and feet, and doesn't like to go out. The son occasionally feels cold, and he is afraid that he will bump into people when he goes out to meet guests, so he has been training in Biezhuang for the past few days."

"Is it just an occasional cold?" Xie Qiao asked.

The maid was ignorant and a little puzzled by Xie Qiao's words: "Yes, real person."

"Your family... What kind of temper do the uncle and the young master have?" Xie Qiao couldn't help but asked again.

"The uncle has a gentle personality and is very good to our servants, but now his legs and feet are not good, so he is bored in the house all day and doesn't talk much." The maid explained carefully, "The little boy is born beautiful, Zhilan Yushu is our master's pride. , A few years ago, the slave servant had a chance to serve in the son's yard. At that time, the slave servant was still young. From a distance, he could see the son reading books all day long, forgetting to sleep and eat... The master once said that if the son is so diligent, he will waste his family's wealth. He should also go to the imperial examinations."

Xie Qiao listened, but was even more confused.

If you want your grandson to go to the imperial examinations, why... why do you want your adopted son, a four- or five-year-old baby, to worship a dignified scholar as a teacher, instead of sending your own grandson to the teacher?

"Is your little son really talented?" Isn't he too stupid to know that the teacher won't accept him?

The maid nodded, and her eyes were a little bright: "That's natural, the son was enlightened at the age of three, and when he was seven years old, he wrote an article, which made the most famous gentleman in Mengjiabao greatly praised, fifteen years old. At that time, the words and phrases of your son’s articles were copied and printed in major bookstores, and were sold elsewhere by merchants in the castle…”

"Somewhere else? What's the name of your little son?" Xie Qiao asked curiously.

When she was in Shuiyueguan, she also met many businessmen and heard about Mengjiabao.

"The son's name is Meng Yin." The maid said respectfully.

"Meng Yin...Meng Yin..." Xie Qiao murmured twice, thinking carefully in his mind, and indeed pulled out such a name from his memory.

She remembers... it's been eight or nine years to say the least...

At that time, she had obtained a collection of poems, and the poems in it were well written. You could tell from the choice of words and sentences that the author must be very young, and someone asked about it.

At that time, I heard that he was a teenager, and wrote a letter to the teacher to compliment him. He felt that this person was very good, and his words were gentle and restrained.