Wearing the Duke's Mansion, he was scrambling to save his life

Qiao Xiaoxi smiled and looked at the cute little girl.

I couldn't help but reach out and pinch the little girl's chubby lips.

"Little sister, you are so cute. What's your name?" Qiao Xiaoxi squatted down and asked gently.

"Sister, my name is Xie Yuxin, and everyone in my family calls me Xinxin." The little girl blinked her big watery eyes and said with a smile.

Li Tianyou looked at Xie Yuxin and smiled: "Hello, sister Xinxin, my name is Li Tianyou, this is not your sister, this is Tianyou's mother."

The little girl blinked her big eyes and looked at Li Tianyou: "Brother Tianyou, Tianyou's mother, how should I call you?"

Li Tianyou looked at Qiao Xiaoxi in confusion.

Oh my god! Calling me sister is nice too.

Xie Yuxin called Tianyou brother and called me aunt, but that wasn’t possible because there was no such title as aunt in ancient times.

What should I call you? Auntie, is that okay? I think it's okay.

"Xinxin, can you please call me Aunt Li?"

Xie Yuxin clapped her hands: "Okay, okay, from now on, Xinxin will call me Aunt Li."

Pulled Qiao Xiaoxi and Li Tianyou.

"Aunt Li, Brother Tianyou, let's go. Xinxin will take you to the poetry reading and watch Xinxin's uncle win the silver."

Qiao Xiaoxi held Li Tianyou with one hand and Xie Yuxin with the other.

Come to the poetry competition.

Standing behind a group of scholars, listening to these young talents talk about poetry.

In the distance, an old man with white hair and a youthful face walked over. He should be over seventy years old.

The students hurriedly saluted: "Welcome, Dean Xie."

Qiao Xiaoxi quickly squatted down, and the two children also followed Qiao Xiaoxi's example and squatted down.

Xie Yuxin whispered in Qiao Xiaoxi's ear: "Don't be afraid, Tianyou mother, my grandfather is not a bad person."

Oh my god! This is the dean’s granddaughter.

A scholar heard the sound and turned around to see Qiao Xiaoxi and the other three.

There was a look of shock on his face.

How could Xinxin be with two beggars?

The man was about to exclaim.

Qiao Xiaoxi put her index finger on her lips and made a gesture to the man to keep silent.

Look at this man, his figure is tall and straight, like a handsome man.

His face is as handsome as jade, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, and his eyes are as bright as stars, revealing his intelligence and determination.

The whole person exudes an elegant temperament.

He should be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Qiao Xiaoxi smiled like a flower, and met another handsome guy.

The scholar saw Qiao Xiaoxi smiling brightly and was about to speak.

Qiao Xiaoxi pointed forward and the man looked in the direction of her finger.

Xie Yuxin's grandfather's surname is naturally Xie. Qiao Xiaoxi thought to herself, then he should be called Dean Xie.

Dean Xie has come to the stage.

The man didn't look back and looked forward.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked closely at the dean, who was wearing a clean and flowing white gown.

He has white hair, a kind face, and wrinkles on his forehead and eyes, but his eyes are exceptionally bright, revealing wisdom and depth.

Dean Xie waved his hand!

"No need to be polite, spring is back and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Today, let's write a poem with the word spring as the theme." Dean Xie's voice was low and gentle.

After saying this, he looked at the audience with a smile.

The old man's smile was humble and kind, as if he could embrace everything in the world.

Another middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up.

Pointing at the silver on the stage, he said in a loud voice: "Today's poems, the first-class poems will be awarded ten taels of silver, the second-class poems will be awarded five taels of silver, and the third-class poems will be awarded one tael of silver."

Dean Xie smiled kindly and said, "Let's get started! Recite first, then write."

The scholars began to show their expressions.

Some of them hold folding fans in their hands, look graceful and walk around with their heads held high.

Some of the scholars were looking down in deep thought, as if they were pondering over the words for the poems.

Some recited softly, as if looking for inspiration.

Others whispered to the people around them, discussing the artistic conception of the poem.

People were either standing or sitting, thinking independently or discussing with each other. The scene was very lively.

Several scholars surrounded the scholar just now.

"We are not talented, so please let Brother Xie go first. The first-class poem belongs to Brother Xie."

"Yes, thank you for the invitation, brother!"

......

Brother Xie, is this the uncle Xie Yuxin mentioned?

Qiao Xiaoxi looked at Xie Yuxin and was about to ask.

Xie Yuxin's big eyes were curved into slits from smiling.

"Aunt Li, Brother Tianyou, that's Xinxin's uncle. He's really good. He always comes in first place. He's going to win money again!"

Xie Yuxin pointed proudly at the pile of silver in front of her.

As Qiao Xiaoxi looked at the silver, images of shredded pork noodles, flatbreads, meat buns, wontons, candied haws and other delicacies flashed through her mind.

Things I saw at the market, as well as my favorite puppet handicrafts.

Qiao Xiaoxi cried out in her heart, Money, money!

With you around, they all come running to me!

I want that money too.

In ancient times, being penniless and unable to eat was really heartbreaking!

Qiao Xiaoxi watched as the scholars walked up one by one, recited, and wrote it down.

Some nodded in approval, while others shook their heads in denial.

Snow-white silver, Qiao Xiaoxi stared at the silver.

I couldn't help but hold the two children and walk towards the stage.

The whole audience suddenly fell silent!

When she walked onto the stage, Qiao Xiaoxi realized it was over.

Just thinking about the silver, my feet moved involuntarily.

When Qiao Xiaoxi was about to turn back, Xie Yuxin let go of her hand.

She ran towards Dean Xie, threw herself into his arms, raised her head, and pointed at Qiao Xiaoxi and Li Tianyou behind her with her little hand.

"Grandpa, this is Aunt Li and Brother Tianyou. They are here for a poetry competition."

Qiao Xiaoxi was confused!

Little girl, you are forcing me to go to Liangshan!

I'm just here to take a look. I'll tell you when I'll join.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked at the silver, the white silver, and felt reluctant to part with it.

Those scholars and gentlemen listened to what the little girl said.

"Boom" loud laughter.

Even Dean Xie couldn't help laughing.

A child in worn-out clothes and a girl in rough linen clothes.

"Come to compete in poetry?"

"You know what poetry is."

"This little girl can write a poem, and my dog ​​can even bark two poems."

......

Hearing the ridicule from people around her, Qiao Xiaoxi did not dare to retreat. If she retreated, Li Tianyou’s path to study would be cut off.

She knew that Li Tianyou came here to study. If he quit because of fear at this moment, he would even lose the opportunity to take the college entrance examination.

So, Qiao Xiaoxi walked towards Dean Xie calmly and saluted respectfully.

"Hello, Dean Xie. I am sorry for my impoliteness. This is my son Xie Tianyou. He has been longing for Shanyang Academy and has come here today to take the exam. As for the poetry competition, it is not my forte, so I hope the dean will forgive me."

Dean Xie stared at the woman in front of him. Although her clothes were shabby, it was still difficult to conceal her fresh and refined temperament.

The woman has a beautiful and dignified face, and her eyes are clear and bright, sparkling with wisdom and determination.

There was a unique and extraordinary aura emanating from this woman, as if she was out of tune with her surroundings.

Let’s take a look at Li Tianyou. The child has delicate features and is still young. However, facing such a situation, he can remain calm and composed, his face as calm as still water.

Dean Xie stroked his gray beard and looked at the mother and son in silence.