Chapter 1680

Although she was very unconvinced, man Bao took other people's salary after all, and it was indeed the beautiful man she led Mingda and Changyu to see, so she sighed and answered, saying that she would write a note to apologize.

Anyway, the discount is no more than the censor's desk, so you won't be deducted from your salary. Just write it. It's like coaxing the emperor to be happy.

Man Bao sends Gu Zhong's Apprentice away and turns to find her father.

Old Zhou tou was waiting in line to get things. Seeing that she had finished whispering, the little man was a little dejected, so he asked with concern, "what did the father-in-law say?"

Man Bao shook his head and said, "it's all right. I have to write a fold when I go back."

Old Zhou tou immediately said, "Your Majesty, it's because you value you that you can work. Man Bao, you've grown up. You can't just think about playing all day. You see, the emperor has given you so many salaries and so many job fields. You have to work well for others."

The adults in front of Lao Zhou's head couldn't help looking back to see their father and daughter. Zhou man nodded stiffly on his face and said, "Dad, don't worry. I'll write a fold first when I go back and go out to play after I finish it."

Old Zhou was satisfied and reached out to touch her head and said, "good boy ~"

Looking back at the last person, old Zhou tou saw the official clothes he was wearing and smiled shyly.

The adult smiled, kindly nodded with Lao Zhou, and then turned back to line up.

Zhou man also looked at each other and found that he didn't know her. He silently stood beside her father, thinking about how to write the plea.

Not many officials will come to the imperial city to receive the Double Ninth Festival ceremony in person today. At this time, those above the third grade are waiting in the palace to have dinner with the emperor, so most of them are family members or servants.

No one below grade six is qualified, so only officials above grade six and below grade four will come to pick it up. It's also a fun day. Today is Chongyang. It's sunny in autumn. It's good to come out and walk.

So the speed was very fast. Soon it was Lao Zhou tou's turn and man Bao's turn. Man Bao came forward with his seal to receive a reward.

The emperor is not very generous this year. Because of the disaster near Shengzhou and Gyeonggi, the Treasury is a little thin, so there are a little less things than in previous years.

But no matter how little it was, it was also a white thing for Lao Zhou tou, and he didn't think it was less.

There are a small bag of Fumi and Fumian, a jar of wine, two pairs of round fans, nine sachets and other small things.

Man Bao and old Zhou leader hugged each other and turned to go outside. Old Zhou head held two small bags of Fumi and Fumian in one hand and wine in the other hand. He whispered to man Bao, "it's nice that the emperor and the old man still give wine. Is the wine in the palace different from that outside? "

Man Bao said, "it's the same. It's all bitter."

Old Zhou tou smiled and said, "you don't know the fun of drinking."

After walking for a while, Zhou Silang waited in front of the car. Seeing that they had something in their arms, he immediately ran to catch it, "what did they send?"

Man Bao looked in a pile of things she held, found a sachet and stuffed it into Lang on Thursday. "Nuo, insect repellent and mosquito proof, here you are."

Zhou Silang: "don't you know how to do this?"

"I can match herbs."

The sachet, purse and purse she used were always made by Aunt Zheng with the girls. She wouldn't do that.

However, the sachet produced by the palace was still very exquisite. Zhou sirang looked at it and thought it was very good, so he went to saihuaili.

I'm going to take it back to his daughter-in-law.

Father and daughter got on the bus and went home. Naturally, these things were handed over to old Zhou tou for distribution. She only took a round fan and a sachet.

Mr. Zhuang was waiting for her to come back with some disciples. As soon as she came back, she said, "come on, let's climb the mountain."

Man Bao:... I forgot the necessary program for the Double Ninth Festival. Thinking of her promise to her father, she immediately turned and ran to her father, "Dad, write a note when I come back from climbing the mountain."

Old Zhou tou knew that they would follow Mr. Zhuang to climb the mountain every year in Chongyang. It was the same in the village before. He went to Dali Village to climb the mountain of Daoguan every year, and he never stopped every year.

He didn't know what fun it was to climb the mountain, but he waved and let her go. He just told her, "come back early in the evening to work. Don't forget what the emperor told you."

Man Bao answered and ran to find them.

Mr. Zhuang came out after them. He was very curious when he heard the speech. "What did your majesty ask you to write?"

Anyway, man Bao couldn't hide it. When he looked around and saw that her father was gone, he whispered, "Your Majesty asked me to write a letter to apologize. I let your majesty know about taking Mingda and Changyu to the post house."

Mr. Zhuang smiled, shook his head, nodded her forehead and said, "naughty."

But I didn't scold them. Children, it's normal to be naughty, and just look at beauty. Everyone has a heart for beauty. What can I blame?

The four masters and disciples climbed the mountain as usual, and the others had their own activities. Man Bao took a basket from Bai Shan and went out together. He put the basket on the carriage and served Mr. Zhuang in the carriage. The three of them got on their horses and followed the carriage to the outside of the city.

Instead of climbing xuandu temple this time, they went to climb the mountain outside the city.

Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Jiang also made an appointment. As last year, they were very casual. At the foot of the mountain, they simply looked around. They climbed up the mountain without seeing them.

Man Bao and Da Ji took the basket off their backs and carried it on their backs. They followed Mr. Zhuang up the mountain.

There are many people climbing today, more than last year. Man Bao wants to join in when he sees the excitement. He can see both here and there. Therefore, although Mr. Zhuang climbs slowly, he has been walking in front of them.

After climbing for half a sound, man Bao was startled by a huge roar. She looked up and saw a middle-aged scribe standing on a nearby big stone, singing and crying at the foot of the mountain

Man Bao was frightened and his liver trembled, but she wanted to be happy inexplicably. But soon she felt the sadness in his song, and finally concentrated on listening to his words.

Man Bao was stunned on the spot. He listened. He was not sure. He turned and asked Bai Shan, "does he mean that his sweetheart left him?"

Bai Shan reached out and touched her forehead. "Are you stupid? He said he didn't win the imperial examination. He planned to give up his ambition and go home. He didn't take the exam anymore. He just compared his ambition to his sweetheart."

Bai Erlang on one side reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead. It was close that he didn't speak just now.

Mr. Zhuang, who stopped in front of them, sighed after half a ring: "come on, go up. Didn't we bring two pots of Dukang? Give him a pot. "

The wine was brought for Mr. Jiang and them, but man Bao didn't drink it. You can give it to anyone.