Half fairy

Chapter 2
However, Yu Qing does not think Ashheng can agree to postpone.

He had seen Ajiezhang's stick education to his son, and he forced his son to aspire to a career since he was a child, hoping that his son could return to the court to turn things around, complete his unfulfilled wishes, and ask for his life for the world.

To put it bluntly, when I was in charge of the Ministry of Yu, I saw with my own eyes what it means to waste the people and waste money. I don't want the emperor to waste energy for the illusory longevity.

It was because of this that Ajiezhang had no good ending. In the end, he knew that he couldn't do anything and wanted to let his son continue. Yu Qing couldn't understand this, but he knew that Ashiheng's ambition had already taken shape. will easily bend.

Ash Heng just made a light voice, and his reaction was not great. He asked: "There are three applicants in this county, but the other two have postponed?"

He was the only one in this county who was selected in this township examination, and the other two were the ones who failed in the previous exams in Beijing, and were reluctant to give up and took the exam again and again.

Mr. Pu seemed to understand what he meant, and immediately persuaded: "Young Master, this is incomparable. In order to avoid panic, the government deliberately blocked the news, and the other two did not know about it at all. Besides, the safety of the son is how they can Than?"

"You misunderstood what I meant." Ashheng turned and walked away, paying attention to his concerns. He walked up a dirt slope and looked at the mountains with his hands behind his back. "My father was fired from Beijing and encountered a group of mysterious killers on the way. My mother, My brother, sister, and a group of servants and entourages were all killed. Fortunately, my father tried his best to block the sword for me, and I saved my life. Mr. Pu, who is the killer? "

Speaking of this, hatred flashed on Mr. Pu's face, "Nine times out of ten, it has nothing to do with that dizzy gentleman!"

Ash Heng's eyes were deep, "Naturally, I have nothing to do with the emperor, but it wasn't the emperor who did it. The emperor has already taken action. Since he has already taken on his notoriety, there is no need to be sneaky. Judging from the time of departure from the capital and the location of the attack, the killer even The servants and entourage are chasing after them, clearly trying to cover up this interception, so it is not a personal vendetta, the mastermind behind the scenes should be someone in the DPRK."

Both Yu Qing and Mr. Pu were thoughtful, and the latter murmured, "Who could that be?"

"I also want to know who it is. I was only four years old at the time, and I was ignorant. Some of the information came from my father's later dictation. I know very little. Judge who is the mastermind behind the scenes." Ashheng turned around, and the conversation turned back to before, "Mr. Pu, do more candidates take the exam each year, or are there more delays due to accidents?"

Mr. Pu hesitantly said: "Of course you should take the exam. For most people, it's not easy to study hard in the cold window. As long as you pass the exam, even if you know that you will be difficult to take the exam, as long as you have the conditions, you can't help but think about a term. Going to try your luck. As long as you are on the list of candidates, there are very few people who don’t refer to it. Is your son trying to save face?”

"Hey!" Yu Qing on the side sneered suddenly, and said yin and yang strangely: "I have said it clearly, it is too conspicuous!"

Ash Heng gave him a wink, obviously blaming him for talking.

Yu Qing received it, snorted softly, hooked the corners of his mouth and shut up, and then Ash Heng explained: "Mr. Pu, there are tens of thousands of people who go to Beijing for the exam every time, and no one will pass all the candidates' exams. I have to read all the names, not to mention that 15 years have passed since the interception.

In the crowd of candidates, no one would notice the name 'Ashiheng', even if I put my father's name on it, it wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

If my name appears on the list of mistaken exams with few people, it will be easy to be seen, and it will be easy to attract the attention of those who care. At that time, my situation is probably more dangerous than encountering evil spirits.No one knows what's going on behind the scenes, and there's no harm in preparing for the worst. "

Hearing this, Mr. Pu understood it and smiled bitterly, "Your reason actually leaves me speechless. It's just that I have never understood why the son still insists on taking the test with his real name even though he knows it will be dangerous?"

A Shiheng avoided answering and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Sinan's mansion also needs face. If a group of evildoers disturb the court's important affairs, what is the prestige of Sinan's mansion? I can't hang on my face. This matter will not last, at least Sinan The government will definitely intervene in the escort of the candidates, and it will be fine."

Knowing that things are irreversible, it seems that there is some truth to what he said. Mr. Pu finally sighed in melancholy, "Young master is a man of his own opinion. I'm afraid that I won't listen to persuasion and I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop it, so I even brought a carriage." Look at the carriage.

After that, Ash Heng and Yu Qing naturally got into the carriage and understood the purpose of the carriage, which was to pick up people.

I was afraid that Ash Heng's appearance as a scholar taking the exam was too obvious, that he would be targeted by evil spirits, and the carriage was covered by a curtain.

Mr. Pu lowered the brim of his hat, and personally drove the carriage up the official road with the whip, all the way towards the county seat.

Inside the swaying carriage, Yu Qing approached Ash Heng's ear and asked, "Who is this person?"

Ash Heng was a little silent, but finally told him, "The county government is in charge of the ceremony room."

The head of the ceremonial room?Yu Qing thought about it for a while, and immediately became happy. He dared to feel that even the official in charge of scientific examinations in this county was this person. He really doubted whether Ashheng had cheated in passing the examination in the county before.

He also realized that this was obviously not the one arranged by Ash Heng, but the former Yubu Langzhong who paved the way for his son in advance.

Yu Qing pondered secretly, in order to send his son to the official career, he didn't know what the former Yubu Langzhong secretly made.

With the carriage, we arrived at the county seat in less than half an afternoon.

The carriage did not go to the more lively city center, but turned to a remote area and stopped at the entrance of a small inconspicuous house. The nearby houses seemed to be unoccupied, and the surroundings were a bit deserted.

The two passengers got off the carriage and did not stay outside, and quickly entered the yard.

The place to stay was prepared in advance by Dian Li, just for the safety of Ash Heng, in order to avoid letting people know that Ash Heng was here, for fear of accidents.

Pu Dianli can't stay here all the time. He is just in the process of organizing candidates to go to Beijing. This is a major event at present. He is in charge of this area in the county. Running to pick up Ash Heng has already squeezed out time. After explaining, he left.

There is a place to stay, and the daily necessities in the house are also complete. Pu Dianli will arrange for people who do not know about food and drink to deliver it to the door.

The half-afternoon time passed casually.

After dinner, night fell.

After bathing, Ash Heng was clean and fresh, sitting alone on the steps of the main hall entrance, silently looking up at the stars.

Just as I was thinking about all kinds of things, I suddenly smelled a very faint fragrance, if it was there or not, it was almost inaudible.

As Shiheng looked left and right, he found that there was a fire in the kitchen, and there was some movement, so he could guess what Yu Qing was doing without much thought.

Then he got up and walked. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he immediately saw Yu Qing burning the fire in front of the stove. The pot was making noises. He didn't know what he was cooking. He asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Yu Qing said perfunctorily, "Get something to eat."

casual?Ash Heng didn't believe it. He had just eaten dinner. There must be something wrong with the pot. He went directly to the pot to lift the lid.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yu Qing stood up in front of the stove and shouted, but didn't stop.

The lid of the pot has been removed, and the mist is rising. Ash Heng can smell the source of the aroma. The strange thing is that the aroma is not strong, it is still a vague, very restrained aroma.Blow off the mist, and look closely at the contents of the pot, like rice grains, half larger than normal rice grains, slightly crystal clear, and there are purple awns in the middle of the grains, which are very flexible rice grains.

Yu Qing came and grabbed the lid of the pot, bang, and put it back, "Don't get in the way, go back and read your book."

Ash Heng revealed a rare sense of surprise, "Could this be the so-called 'Ling Rice', something that can only be bought for [-] taels of silver?"

Yu Qing folded his arms across his chest, "Yeah, is it an eye-opener?"

After getting confirmation, Ash Heng reached out and lifted the lid of the pot again, and took a closer look.

Previously, he lived in seclusion in a mountain village and had little knowledge. He only heard about this thing and saw the pattern in the book. It was the first time he saw the real thing.

It is said that this rice was grown in the blessed land of the Xianjia's cave. Later, someone strayed into the Xianjia's remnant, collected the seeds and brought them out, and planted them after repeated attempts.

The effect of eating this rice is really extraordinary. Ordinary people taste it and it is enough for a full meal. If you eat a full meal, you will not experience any discomfort even if you don’t eat it for a month.

For ordinary people, this thing is just something to satisfy hunger, but for martial arts practitioners, it can fully feel and use its effect, because it contains a lot of spiritual energy that can be directly absorbed into the body, which can achieve twice the result with half the effort in the practice effect. .

However, things are really expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it at all. Even many practitioners can't afford to eat a full meal.

It is said that things were more expensive when they were first planted. Later, more and more people planted them, and they became a large-scale business. Only after the quantity was measured did the price drop.

This spiritual thing is not something that anyone can plant. It needs to collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to plant it. Due to the demand, a profession is naturally derived, the spiritual planter.

Putting the lid on, Ash Heng tutted, "You can cook and eat this stuff casually, but you're usually too embarrassed to call you poor?"

Yu Qing pointed at the lid of the pot, blew his beard and stared: "It's only three or two meters, it's not enough for a full meal. It was left over after my master passed away, and I never wanted to eat it. I brought it with me just in case. , this is not what you said to the clerk that people from Sinan Mansion might intervene in the escort, in case the search and inspection find something, my identity is really difficult to explain, and I have cooked it now, so as not to cause extra troubles."

As soon as I saw it, there really wasn't much Lingmi. The corners of Ash's mouth curled into a smile, and he turned away without saying anything, but left a sentence, "I haven't tasted Lingmi yet. I say."

Yu Qing waved his sleeves to see off the guest, looking like he didn't care about you, and sat back in front of the stove to continue filling the fire.

Just as the sound of boiling in the pot gradually disappeared, and when the three taels of rice were almost cooked, Yu Qing sat in front of the stove bored, leaning his head against the wall behind him, suddenly squinting his eyes as if he had been pricked by a needle, his eyes fixed on the stove. The rising water vapor.

(End of this chapter)