After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"Son, you finally got in through grace, so don't keep getting into fights in there."

Sitting on a horse next to him was a burly and majestic middle-aged man.

Ma Xia was also a young man with a round face and body, chubby, but a very fair complexion.

"I know dad."

He answered in a muffled voice.

"You should listen carefully to the teacher's teachings. If you really can't listen, just take a nap. Remember to eat more at lunch. We have already paid for it."

"Don't starve yourself to death, or your mother will come after me later."

The fat man nodded, and his three chins came out.

Fang Yin and Qin Yan were silent for a while. This guy really dotes on his son.

The middle-aged man on the horse also saw Fang Yin, his eyes slightly brightened: "What a coincidence, I can see the young general here today. Are you here to see me off?"

Fang Yin looked at him blankly. Who was this? He didn't know her.

"My master is King Ping."

The guard behind the middle-aged man spoke.

Fang Yin then bowed and said, "Greetings, Prince Ping. I will send my nephew to school in the future."

Prince Ping was the youngest brother of the late emperor and was said to be about the same age as the current emperor.

The late emperor was quite caring towards this younger brother who had little competitiveness. He gave him the title of prince and the fiefdom was in a relatively rich place, which was enough for him to have food and clothing.

After the current emperor came to power, he knew that this uncle was an ordinary person with no ambitions, so he always treated him with courtesy.

Prince Ping returned to Beijing in the past two days. It is said that Prince Ning went to ask the Queen Mother for help, and the Queen Mother issued an imperial decree to invite him back.

Ahem, didn't Prince Ning have some unpleasantness with the Crown Prince? The court had some bad speculations about him, some rebellious intentions.

Prince Ning wanted to use the power of his royal family to prove himself. Prince Ping, who was not competitive, lived a life of luxury, and yet had a higher status, was a good candidate.

Prince Ping brought his son to Beijing. As soon as he arrived, he went to the palace to pay a visit. He somehow complained to the emperor that his descendants were useless. The emperor then agreed to let Prince Ping's son, his cousin, stay in the Imperial College for two years.

Two years later, you still have to return to your fiefdom.

Fang Yin didn't know him because he had never seen him before, but he had heard rumors about him.

"nephew?"

King Ping's eyes fell on Qin Yan.

The young man has a slender figure, clear eyes and a heroic face. He is a handsome man.

He's just a little thinner and doesn't look as blessed as his son.

"I heard that your nephew passed the provincial examination in Huainan Prefecture and is extremely talented."

Qin Yan stepped forward and performed a Confucian ceremony: "Your Highness, I am just lucky. If we talk about talent and learning, the Imperial College is full of talented people."

King Ping smiled.

"Don't be so modest. My son is also enrolled today. Since you two are both in the Imperial College, you can look after each other."

Qin Yan agreed and bowed to the Prince of Ping.

The latter waved his hand, indicating that it was no problem, no big deal.

Before leaving, King Ping also made an appointment with Fang Yin to have a drink together when he was free.

Fang Yin agreed nonchalantly, and only after the people walked away did his expression become serious.

King Ping had no connection with him at all, so why did he act like he knew him very well and wanted to make friends with him?

Thinking of the princes who had calmed down a bit because the crown prince had been detoxified and his health had improved, Fang Yin frowned deeply.

He hoped that this King Ping was really as unambitious as the rumors said. He didn't want the waters in the capital to become even more muddy.

The Imperial College opened today and relatives were allowed in. Fang Yin and his group were about to go in when another carriage arrived not far away.

A maid jumped out of the car first, ran towards the people in a hurry, and stopped only when she got in front of them.

"Greetings, Young General, and Master Qin."

"You are, Biju? ​​Why are you here?"

Qin Yan was puzzled and recognized her.

The maid nodded: "Yes, Master Qin, my young lady heard that you were admitted to the Imperial College today, so she came here specially to congratulate you."

Qin Yan looked towards the carriage and saw a woman in a light yellow dress with a graceful figure and delicate face getting out of the carriage.

Gong Yueying, the daughter of the Gong family, is his junior sister.

Before coming to Beijing, Zhou Zijing had asked him to visit her after arriving in Beijing, but Qin Yan had inquired and found out that this Junior Sister Gong was very favored in the family and had not suffered any grievances, so he did not show up.

He is a stranger and it was rude of him to meet Gong Yueying for no reason.

Poor Gong Yueying, she had been waiting since she knew Qin Yan was coming to Beijing, but he never showed up.

She felt that if she didn't take the initiative, Qin Yan would completely forget about her, so she chose to show up today.

Qin Yan said something to his second uncle and headed towards the carriage.

"Brother Qin, I came here uninvited. I wonder if I am disturbing you?"

Gong Yueying's little face was slightly tilted up, and the tips of her ears were a little pink.

His appearance was relatively calm, but his heart was boiling like boiling water.

I haven't seen Brother Qin for a few months, but he still looks as handsome as ever, and his temperament is far superior to others. No matter where he stands, he stands out from the crowd.

"No problem, but I'll trouble you, Junior Sister, to keep me in mind."

Qin Yan felt that Junior Sister Yueying was good in every way except that she was naive and naive, and was too caring towards ordinary disciples like them in the academy.

"It's my duty." Gong Yueying spoke subconsciously, but then felt something was wrong and tried to make amends.

"I mean, we are half-fellow disciples."

She also often attends the dean's lectures.

Gong Yueying's cheeks were about to turn red, but she restrained herself and took out a purse.

"Here is a talisman I obtained from Wenquxingjun at Zhuangyuan Temple. I'm giving it to you, Senior Brother Qin."

Qin Yan lowered his eyes, took a look, and didn't answer.

Gong Yueying couldn't help but get nervous, her fingers clenching her purse as she added, "I asked for one each for you and Senior Brother Zhou. I've already asked someone to deliver his."

"Then I will accept Junior Sister's kindness."

Qin Yan then reached out, but he opened his purse, took out the talisman, and returned the purse.

"Junior sister, you are still young. You should be careful in the future. Things embroidered by a daughter herself should not be given to a man other than her husband."

He could see that the green bamboo embroidered on the purse represented rising heights, and that it was a purse embroidered especially for him.

Gong Yueying felt as if something was pulling at her heart. She tried hard to open her eyes wide, to hold back the tears, and to put on a smile.

"Yes, I won't bother Brother Qin any more."

She was helped into the carriage by servants. The moment the curtain fell, Gong Yueying could no longer hold back her tears.

That’s right, Senior Brother Qin has always been smart, how could he not see her little thoughts?

But he refused.

He had no such thoughts towards her.

"Miss."

Seeing this, the maidservant was heartbroken: "Mr. Qin must have a heart of stone. How could he bear to hurt you?"

"Yes, Mr. Qin is too ungrateful."

"Shut up." Gong Yueying scolded.

"He did nothing wrong. He's honest and open. He just doesn't have any romantic feelings for me."

She knew it in her heart, but she couldn't stop feeling sad.

Qin Yan held the talisman in his hand and sighed softly.

In the past at the academy, he really didn't understand what Junior Sister Yueying was thinking.

After all, he and Zhou Zijing were inseparable. Every time he saw Junior Sister Yueying, they were together. He just thought that he was benefiting from Zhou Zijing's help.

But that purse just now...

He didn't want to think about love between men and women now. He still had a long way to go, and it would be bad to delay the girl.