Chapter 895: Bad Omen
Jiang Jinlu nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Xie Qiao again.
But when they saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also looked at her very softly, they didn't know what they were saying, and their brows frowned again.
Your Highness will be the emperor in the future. If even the emperor believes in this thing, wouldn’t he think about immortality in the future? Since ancient times, emperors who believe in Taoism have to refine immortal pills to harm the people.
It's a bad omen!
However, although she thought so in her heart, Jiang Jinlu could not rush forward to cover her senior sister's mouth and told her not to preach in the future.
Just thinking about it, I still have to continue to persuade.
The road ahead is long, and before he enters the government, he still has a lot to do!
The banquet ended quickly, and Xie Qiao and his brothers took the teacher back first, and then they returned to their guest room to rest.
I have to say that the Meng family's hospitality is indeed excellent. She also specially sent maids to serve her. The guest rooms are also very considerate. I even knew that they were all book lovers, and they even prepared many books, which were indeed very interested in Xie Qiao.
But Xie Qiao still felt something was wrong.
"Are the children and grandchildren of the Thirteenth Master at home?" She asked the fifth junior brother before this, but the guy answered the question irrelevantly. At this moment, Xie Qiao said to the maid sent by the Meng family beside him.
The maid was very well-behaved: "When it comes to Mo Zhenren, our uncle has poor legs and feet and doesn't like to go out. The young master occasionally feels cold and is afraid of meeting guests when he goes out, so he has been cultivating in another village these days."
"Is it just that I feel the cold?" Xie Qiao asked.
The maid was ignorant and confused about Xie Qiao's words: "Yes, real person."
"What are the tempers of your family... the old man and the young master?" Xie Qiao couldn't help asking again.
"The old man is gentle and very good to our servants. But now he has poor legs and feet, so he is stuck in the house all day and doesn't talk much." The maid explained carefully, "The young master is beautiful, and the pride of the master. A few years ago, I had the chance to serve in the young master's yard. At that time, I was still young. I saw the young master looking at books all day long and forgetting to eat and sleep... The master once said that even if the young master is so dedicated, he should have spent all his wealth and beg for the imperial examination."
Xie Qiao listened, but became even more confused.
Since I want my grandson to go to the imperial examination, why... I want my adopted son, a little boy of four or five years old, to become a great scholar, and not to send his own grandson to the teacher?
"Is your young master really talented?" Could it be that he is too stupid and knows that the teacher won't accept it?
The maid nodded, her eyes shining: "That's natural. The young master was enlightened at the age of three and seven. When he was seven, he wrote an article that made the most famous gentleman in Mengjiabao highly praised. When he was fifteen, the young master's words and sentences were excerpted and printed by major bookshops, and they were sold to other places by merchants in the fort..."
"Are elsewhere? What's your young master's name?" Xie Qiao asked curiously.
When she was in Shuiyue Temple, she had met many merchants and also heard of Mengjiabao.
"The young master is called Meng Yin." The maid said respectfully.
"Meng Yin...Meng Yin..." Xie Qiao murmured twice, thought carefully in his mind, and indeed pulled out such a name from his memory.
She remembered...it has been at least eight or nine years...
At that time, she had obtained a collection of poems, and the poems in them were well written. You can tell from the words and sentences that the author must have been very young and asked questions.
At that time, I heard that I was a teenager and wrote a letter to the teacher to praise him. I thought this person was very good, and his words were gentle and restrained. If the teacher liked him, he could also join him in the school, and she had more junior brothers.
Chapter completed!