The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The day before the announcement of the results of the Autumn Examination, Song's mother went alone to several famous local temples to pray, asking Wenquxing and various Buddhas to bless Song Yuebai to be on the list the next day.

In the words of Song's father, it was all useless work, and the best blacksmith must rely on his own strength. But who can blame the lady for believing in these gods? Song's father couldn't help but sigh that the lady had become more and more tough after taking his daughter back, and he couldn't say a word.

On the day of the announcement of the results, the Imperial Examination Hall was packed with students' families who came to see the results and the general public who came to watch the excitement.

Taking advantage of his natural location in the capital, Song Yuebai specially booked a private room on the second floor of a restaurant near the Imperial Examination Hall.

Song Yuebai, Song Fengqing, Qingyin... the whole family was sitting in the private room, it was full and very lively.

Song Zhenbao was held by her mother, looking at the lively atmosphere under the window, feeling a little excited and curious. "Why are the people under my uncle so lively?"

Song Yuebai was leisurely playing chess with Song Fengqing and said, "Because today is the day when the results of the Autumn Examination are announced, everyone is waiting to see the results of us students."

That indifferent look was in stark contrast to Song Fengqing, who was scratching his head and taking one step at a time.

"Having your name on this list means you can become a high-ranking official in the future?"

Song Zhenbao looked at Song Yuebai confusedly and asked.

Song Yuebai's lips curled slightly, "Of course."

"Then why didn't Uncle rush down to check the list?"

"Uncle Nian Nian will tell you something. Once something is decided, it is yours. If it is not yours, you cannot take it away."

Song Yuebai spoke calmly.

Song Fengqing looked down on his second brother's pretentious appearance and curled his lips, "Humph, it's because there are too many people and your small body can't squeeze in."

Song Yuebai: "..."

He frowned, wanting to beat up his brother again.

Song Yuebai rolled his eyes: "What's the point of having a strong fighting ability but a small brain capacity?"

"Why is it useless? I'm a natural martial artist, a genius who can defeat all opponents with my own strength. I'm a future general."

Song Fengqing said unyieldingly.

It's quite interesting to see the two of them bickering with each other.

At least Song Zhenbao was amused by his two uncles.

Qingyin just sat aside, wearing a veil and watching them playing and fighting quietly.

There were many people outside and Qingyin didn't want to encounter any accidents or offend the prince even in the private room, so she put on the veil again.

A few people talked and laughed.

After a while, the lively crowd seemed to disperse a little.

The servant who was sent out also ran back excitedly.

"Hoohoo, Young Master, he got it, he got it!"

Song's mother immediately beamed, "I won, God bless you."

After seeing so many students who failed to get into the university, Song's mother was now satisfied with Song Yuebai's grades, and she had a very low budget in her mind.

Song Yuebai's lips curled slightly, "Which place?"

The servant said excitedly, "The eldest son is the top scorer in the Jieyuan exam, the first on the Guibang exam."

"That's good now. We really need to go back and celebrate properly."

Song's mother's face was filled with smiles, and the smile on her face continued until the family quietly returned home and waited for Song's father to come back from work.

After hearing about his son Li Yuan's experience, Song's father couldn't help but slap his thigh.

"hiss"

"Not bad, he is worthy of being my son. I taught him well."

Mother Song couldn't help but glance at him sideways when she heard this.

Father Song: "..."

"Oh, and my lady worked so hard praying for Yuebai."

After hearing this, Song's mother nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's granted. I still have to go and fulfill my vow and offer some incense money."

Father Song: "Madam is right."

……

Song's mother went to the temple to fulfill her wish for her son, and Song's father also showed off his eldest son when he went to court the next day.

"Does Lord Song have a successor?"

"Haha, hey, Yuebai still has a lot to learn."

"Sir Song, a tiger father will have a dog son."

"That's ridiculous."

Father Song felt so happy feeling those envious and jealous eyes.

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After the autumn examination, there is the spring examination and the palace examination.

Autumn is gradually passing and the weather is getting colder.

Large flakes of snow were floating in the capital, and a lot of snow had accumulated on the eaves, trees, and ground.

Qingyin stood by the window and couldn't help but feel itchy and wanted to build a snowman or something.

But Song's mother and Yuebai were worried about her health and didn't dare let her go outside to feel the cold wind, let alone build a snowman.

Qingyin could only sit by the window and watch with envy as Song Zhenbao, wrapped tightly up, stood in the yard making one snowman after another.

Song Zhenbao was seriously making a small snowman in her hand. Song Fengqing stood beside her, disturbing her from time to time.

"Nian Nian, your head is too small."

"Your body is small, so you should add some snow to your belly."

"The wooden fork used in this hand is too thin. It is impossible to see it from far away."

In response to Song Fengqing's nagging and finding fault, Song Zhenbao seriously drove away his overly nagging uncle.

Qingyin: "Hehe."

Song Fengqing glanced resentfully at her sister who was smiling happily by the window.

Qingyin: "..."

This look is even funnier.

Qingyin supported her chin and looked quietly at the little snowman made by Song Zhenbao, suddenly feeling a little melancholy.

From Song Yuebai's overt and covert inquiries, Qingyin already knew that Shen Du was one of the people who saw his true face that day, and for his sake he even joined forces with the Song family and hid it from the prince.

But Qingyin didn't know why Shen Du hadn't taken any action yet. Could it be that such a lively and beautiful woman like her had lost her charm?

Just as Qingyin was thinking about Shen Du, Shen Du was also thinking about her.

However, every time he tried to act secretly, he was caught by his mother. Therefore, Shen Du was locked up at home by his mother for training and learning, because he had asked his uncle, the emperor, for help and he would have another battle to fight next year.

Shen Du was secretly identified as the general leader.

The battle with the northern soldiers would definitely last for a long time, and for Qingqing, Shen Du promised to win the battle and win it beautifully.

After thinking about it, Shen Du worked harder in the training ground where snowflakes were falling.

The heat wet the snowflakes on the ground.

Shen Du, with his delicate face like an immortal, threw down the wooden spear in his hand, exhaled a breath of foul air, and his thin muscles full of strength stuck to his slender body. If there were opposite sexes around, it would definitely attract many women's exclamations and gazes.

After the young general finished training, the servant diligently picked up a clean towel and handed it to Shen Du.

Shen Du casually wiped the sweat from his face.

"Xiao Suzi, I'm going out today."

Little Suzi frowned, "Master, this lady caught me last time. If she finds out, she might beat me up again."

Shen Du glanced at him and said, "This year's salary will be tripled."

Xiao Suzi said seriously: "Okay! I promise not to let my wife know."

Money makes the world go round. Little Suzi works for the money, bah, no, he works hard for his young master.