No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

Recently, the subject of discussion among the people of Chang'an the most is the Pingyao Marquis Mansion.

——The child who had been missing for ten years in Pingyao Marquis Mansion came back to find his ancestral home.

Some people who didn't know the inside story were shocked when they heard this. How could the Pingyao Marquis, who stabbed the Uighurs to death like candied haws, actually have a child this old?!

Someone explained, "The Marquis has not yet had an heir, and this time we are recovering the bloodline of the Marquis's brother."

"Huh—if he's the legitimate bloodline of the Marquisate, why did he stay among the common people for so long before being brought back?!"

"Alas... all of this started with the war in the northwest ten years ago..."

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The reason why Yang Jinyu's return to Beijing caused a sensation was naturally because Pingyao Hou was in the limelight. Now Pingyao Hou Yang Jingyao was not only a favorite of the emperor, but also the governor of the second largest garrison area - Longxi Road. He was the object of envy of countless people. As the nephew of Pingyao Hou, Yang Jinyu would naturally attract the attention of countless people.

Even the emperor paid special attention to the "Return to the Ceremony" to be held in the Marquis' Mansion, and specially ordered officials from the Ministry of Rites to assist.

News of the Pingyao Marquis's return to the clan spread throughout Chang'an City, and Ji Qingyue, who was in the south of the city, was of course also aware of it. He was sincerely happy that the child had returned to the family, but at the same time, he felt regretful that he could not participate in this extremely private clan event.

A month has passed since the results of the palace examination were announced. The weather in May is getting hotter. The spring flowers have faded, and the summer flowers are relatively monotonous. It is also not the busy season for fruits, so there is not much to display in the shop. There are only some hydrangeas planted.

After the morning business ended, Ji Qingyue went upstairs to have lunch, and then lay bored in the recliner in the study, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, waving it while looking at the blue sky outside the window and clearing his mind.

Ever since the celebration of the successful candidates ended, Chang'an City has returned to its former bustling prosperity. As expected, only the top three in the palace examination received appointments from the Ministry of Personnel. The top scorer, Mo Qingyuan, was awarded the position of a sixth-rank Hanlin Academy editor, and the second and third place winners were both seventh-rank editors. In the future, if they have enough qualifications, they can go to the provincial areas, and those with ability can even enter the inner court to participate in court affairs.

Apart from these three people, the rest of the people with abilities and channels would use various means to try their best to find some vacancies, while the vast majority of the remaining students would not be able to find opportunities to obtain official positions. In the end, they could only stay in Chang'an or return to their hometowns and wait until the next year to pass the examination of the Ministry of Personnel to see if they could find official vacancies.

Fortunately, Li Sanlang was appointed.

Ji Qingyue didn't know about the deal between Sanlang and the young lady from the Lu family. He only knew that after the Qujiang Conference, Sanlang met with Miss Lu again, and then he was told to go home and wait for news. Soon after, he received a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Personnel.

Without reliable means, they often secured insignificant official positions with little pay. Only a few with strong backgrounds managed to secure positions in popular and less busy departments, avoiding attention while still earning a high income, a seemingly perfect combination. A rare few, however, unashamedly leveraged family connections and personal connections to prominently secure key positions in important departments. Their confidence was evident through their strong backing and inherent capabilities.

But Li Sanlang does not belong to any of the above mentioned types.

Li Sanlang, who had no background at all, was unexpectedly granted an official position in the Dali Temple and became the seventh-rank chief clerk of the Dali Temple.

The other Jinshi who heard the news were shocked and couldn't help but wonder if the information they had received before was wrong. Was Li Shize not a commoner with no background, but a hidden student from a poor family?

The reason why a poor family is called a poor family is because their ancestors were once wealthy and served as officials. Those whose ancestors never served as officials are not even considered poor families, but can only be regarded as poor people.

After several investigations, some people finally found out how this student from the northwest entered the Dali Temple.

It was actually through the guidance of Zuo Pushe-sama!!

Both common sense and unexpected.

Although the Dali Temple is a judicial organ like the Ministry of Justice, it is not under the jurisdiction of the Six Ministries, but is another independent judicial department.

As for the relationship between the two, according to Ji Qingyue's understanding, it is equivalent to the "intersection" relationship in mathematics.

The Ministry of Justice was in charge of the trial of cases throughout the country, while the Dali Temple was responsible for cases involving central officials and within the capital.

This makes it a bit intriguing.

Li Sanlang had no say in his appointment from beginning to end. In short, he just left it to fate. Whether he could be appointed as an official, what official position he could be appointed as, and how to appoint him were all arranged by the Lord Zuo Pushe. He was just a small chess piece, at the mercy of the chess player.

With a "click", the chess piece fell into the Dali Temple.

After receiving the letter of appointment, Li Sanlang reported to the Dali Temple on time according to the date above. After taking up the job, he became a small official in the capital, working hard from 6 am to 12 pm every day.

Thinking of this working time, Ji Qingyue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It seems that this official has an easy job, working from sunrise to sunset and resting at noon.

Unfortunately, such working hours are only available in departments or periods when officials are not on duty. The Dali Temple where Li Sanlang works is not a leisurely place. In addition to normal working hours, it also has a system of overnight duty and overnight stay, that is, duty and overtime. In order to deal with emergencies, officials are arranged to stay behind every day.

Today is Saburo's turn to be on night watch, and he won't be off duty until after sunset.

But until the drum sounded for closing the market, Li Sanlang still hadn't returned.

Ji Qingyue was not in a hurry, because before the market closed, a man who looked like a servant brought a simple letter to Li Sanlang, informing him that he could not return home tonight because he had to deal with an emergency.

Now Li Sanlang not only has to work the afternoon shift, but also has to work overtime at night.

The heat dissipated after nightfall. As the drumbeats faded, the number of people in the alley became few and far between. The few people who did walk hurriedly, trying to get home before the Jinwu Guards finished their patrol of the city.

Ji Qingyue watered the flowers, plants, and trees in the shop and the melon vines in the backyard, and then checked that the doors and windows were closed tightly before slowly walking upstairs with a candle.

Although there are no novel goods in the shop, the shop has finally gained a foothold in Chang'an City thanks to peonies. Even though the peony season has passed, there are still many people who come to buy peony seeds. What is gratifying is that the shop style is gradually returning, and more and more people know that this is just an ordinary seed store, so more ordinary people are willing to come to the store to buy vegetable seeds.

Everyone didn't know that Ji Qingyue had something he didn't dare to take out. This thing was as popular in Chang'an as peonies, and it had an extraordinary status in the hearts of the people of Dali. It was once a luxury that only the nobles could enjoy, and it was a rare thing that people loved and pursued.

That is "lychee".

In May, the lychees in the painting began to bloom and bear fruit one after another. The branches were full of heavy fruits, round and red.

Unfortunately, Ji Qingyue couldn't take it out, so he had to eat 300 lychees a day at the risk of getting a sore throat.

Freshly picked lychees had been hanging in the well all afternoon, and the lychees in the basket were dripping with water. They were cool and refreshing.

Ji Qingyue was lying in a recliner, with the basket of lychees on the low table beside him. He was reading the unfinished travelogue while eating lychees.

The closing drum sounded and the streets gradually became quiet. Fires were lit in the surrounding shops and houses, and the aroma of rice slowly wafted into the air.

"Boom boom boom——"

Ji Qingyue paused, listened carefully, and sure enough, someone was knocking on the door.

Why would someone come looking for me at this hour? Could it be that Sanlang sent someone to deliver another letter?

He immediately stood up and leaned his head out of the window, and when he saw someone coming to the store door, he was ecstatic!

The visitor downstairs also raised his head as if he had telepathy, and his eyes met with Ji Qingyue upstairs. His gentle and docile eyes immediately showed a smile.

It’s Jilang!

Li Erlang waved and pointed at the store door.

Ji Qingyue came to his senses as if he had suddenly realized something. Without even bothering to put on his shoes, he trotted downstairs.

In a moment, the shop door in front of Li Erlang opened, and then a hand stretched out and pulled him into the shop.

If Li Erlang didn't want to, no ordinary person could easily pull and move this solid mountain of flesh. But because it was Ji Qingyue, Li Erlang naturally followed his lover's strength and slipped into the shop. He even skillfully raised his feet to hook the two door panels and kicked them lightly, and the shop door closed again.

There was no light in the dim shop. Two tall figures were leaning against the door panel and pressed tightly together, entangled in each other's arms.

After the kiss, which was like drinking poison to quench thirst, Li Erlang finally remembered to ask before taking the next step: "Is Sanlang upstairs?"

Ji Qingyue leaned on his lover's shoulder with great emotion, and panted softly in Li Erlang's ear as if inviting him: "Sanlang has to take the night shift, so he won't be here tonight..."

In that case, what else is there to say!

The love that flowed like still water suddenly surged, sweeping over the two of them like a tsunami.

Li Erlang picked him up face to face, and his rough hands reached into Ji Qingyue's T-shirt, feeling the heat of his skin.

"Left..." Ji Qingyue muttered a reminder absentmindedly after going upstairs.

Li Erlang carried the person into the study, took a quick look, and decisively extinguished the candle. He then gently placed the person on the couch and reminded him in a scoundrelly tone, "The shop is on the street, so please don't make any noise..."

Ji Qingyue fiercely grabbed a handful of the hair of the person covering him, then gently rubbed it, and said provocatively: "You'd better hold it in. Whoever makes a sound is a pig..."

It is obviously inappropriate to bet on who is the pig at this time, but it is right to keep silent.

Next, no matter how excessive their actions were, they gritted their teeth and didn't let out a noticeable sigh.

The poor couch had to bear the weight of two people, and no matter how good its quality was, it couldn't help but make a sound when it was put aside.

As the gong sounded at the second watch, the suppressed noise in the study finally subsided.

After they cleaned themselves up and relit the candle in the study, they suddenly discovered that the basket next to the recliner had fallen down at some point, and the lychees inside were scattered all over the floor.

Ji Qingyue sat on the couch to calm down, quietly watching Li Erlang pick up the lychees on the ground.

His eyes swept over the solid recliner, and even his thick-skinned face couldn't stand it and turned red.

Li Erlang put the basket back on the low table, picked up the skins and gave one to Ji Qingyue and one to himself. Soon he had eaten up the whole basket of lychees.

"It's a pity that the north is not suitable for growing lychees..." Ji Qingyue didn't want to take out the lychees, but he had no reason to. The lychee trees that could survive in the painting would not survive once transplanted. It was not realistic to only sell the fruits, and anyone could easily see the clues, so he had to enjoy this delicious fruit alone.

Li Erlang, who loved lychees, didn't have any good ideas, so he changed the subject: "Is Sanlang getting used to being on duty at the Dali Temple?"

To be honest, when he learned that his younger brother had entered the Dali Temple through the arrangement of Zuo Pushe, he was more worried than happy. Although the chief clerk was only responsible for clerical work and did not pose any threat to personal safety, as an older brother, he was still worried that Sanlang would be involved in some unseen undercurrent.

"Sanlang didn't tell me much about official business, but judging by his mood, he should be fine."

After all, Li Sanlang entered through the back door of Zuo Pushe Lord, and was openly his man, so no one wanted to cause trouble for him.

Li Erlang nodded, thinking that he would wait for Sanlang to come back and have a good talk.

"Why did you come to Chang'an? Could it be related to the child?" Ji Qingyue was curious about the reason why Li Erlang suddenly appeared in Chang'an.

"The general ordered me to escort the young master to Chang'an..."

Ji Qingyue: "Then you will be going back soon?"

Li Erlang chuckled and shook his head: "Not that fast, maybe it can last another half a month."

So Li Erlang has other things to deal with? Ji Qingyue didn't care what they were, he just cared that they still had half a month to spend together.

"Yue Lang, have you heard any news about Tuyuhun?"

When mentioning Tuyuhun, Ji Qingyue immediately said seriously, "Are you talking about the princess who was sent as an envoy to Tuyuhun and is about to return?"

"That's exactly what happened."

During the grand event, a surprising news came from the imperial city: the emperor granted the eldest princess who was on a diplomatic mission to Tuyuhun the request to return home.

The princess, who had been married to Tuyuhun for nearly fifty years, finally waited for this moment.

Princess Gu'an was sent as an envoy to Tuyuhun at the age of fourteen. Forty-eight years have passed in a flash. She has continued to make significant contributions to the alliance between Dali and Tuyuhun. She can be said to be the bond supporting the friendly coexistence between the two countries.

Princess Gu'an, who was already in her sixties, finally received the news that she could return to her hometown. In this way, she was the first princess on a diplomatic mission to be allowed to return home among so many princesses on a diplomatic mission. This meant that she could die in Chang'an and be buried in her hometown.

Because of the previous clues, Ji Qingyue and Li Erlang pointed the finger at Princess Gu'an of Tuyuhun, but it was just speculation after all. The emperor's assassination had not happened yet, and they could not confirm whether this incident was related to Princess Gu'an.

Because Princess Gu'an has done enough. She has married four kings and given birth to a daughter and a son. Now her son, a prince, has inherited the throne and become your new King of Tuyuhun. The Princess is already old and homesick, and she longs to return to Dali.

The emperor seemed to find no reason to refuse the last request of his aunt, who had worked hard and was now in her twilight years.

"The emperor will then send people to the southwestern border to bring the Grand Princess back to Chang'an along with tribute." Li Erlang continued, "I heard that the emperor wants to select a woman from the royal family to replace the Grand Princess as an envoy to Tuyuhun."

Ugh……

"Now that the emperor is nearly forty, his three daughters are all married, and the princes have few children and no female relatives of marriageable age. I'm afraid the princess cannot be chosen from the royal family..."

If we can't choose from the royal family, then we can only relax the restrictions.