Ye Youlan's daily life of traveling through time

Song Wen pulled Qiao Ling's hand away: "You are still a child, don't talk nonsense."

When Mrs. Qiao came back, she saw her daughter sitting there blankly. There was no trace of Song Wen, so she knew that her daughter had not succeeded.

"Mom, I clearly felt that he liked me. He touched my head and his fingers touched my lips, but he said I was still a child."

Mrs. Qiao didn't understand what was going on. "Is it because of your uncle? Wait a few days and have your father ask your uncle. If your uncle has no objection, Mr. Song shouldn't hesitate."

When Qiao Ling heard this, she happily went back to her room to sleep.

After listening to Li Mu's report, Ye Youlan found Song Wen interesting. A man well-read in poetry and prose flirting with a simple, innocent little girl might show off his masculine charm, but he wouldn't necessarily marry her.

Ye Youlan thought they should hold a commendation meeting to recognize the departments and individuals who had made outstanding achievements in the past year. They could bring their wives and children to Gucheng to liven up the atmosphere.

She asked Qiao Luochuan to arrange this matter. Individuals with outstanding academic performance and officials with a year-end bonus of over 100 taels of silver could bring their wives and children to Gucheng and receive free food and lodging for three days.

The notice was quickly spread to the three states and eight prefectures, along with the list of award winners. These political achievements were all written in black and white and could not be falsified, so everyone happily packed their bags and prepared to go to Gucheng.

The event will be held from September 25th to September 27th, and the results of the autumn examination will be announced on September 24th, which is double joy.

The event was held at the Gucheng Martial Arts Field. Ye Youlan gave the embroidery workshop a day off and asked the embroiderers to go to the Martial Arts Field to set up the venue. The palace soldiers went to move the tables and benches. Standing on a high place and looking at the neatly arranged tables and benches below, Ye Youlan thought it would be nice to hold a buffet here in the future. In the end, everyone who worked received a big red envelope.

The results were announced on September 24th, attracting many people, some worried and some happy. Ye Youlan invited all the successful candidates to join the event.

She asked Qiao Luochuan, how many Juren were there in the three states and eight prefectures this time?

"There are a total of 2,000 applicants for this exam. Based on the ratio of one Juren for every 200 Xiucai, there are a total of ten Juren: two from Linzhou, four from Qingzhou, and four from Gucheng."

Ye Youlan curled her lips. This admission rate was even harder than the college entrance examination.

"Have Song Wen inform them that each candidate will be awarded fifty taels of silver. Those who are willing to participate in the event will be exempt from all expenses."

The first day of the event was a commendation meeting. The officials wore big red silk scarves and went on stage to receive their awards. Looking at the huge crowd below, their faces were filled with pride. At that moment, they felt that all their efforts were worth it.

There were performances, bonfire parties, and riddle guessing activities in the school martial arts field in the evening. Ye Youlan copied all the good things she could think of, no matter if they were weird or not, as long as it was lively.

The next day there was a horse parade. The commended officials and their wives and children walked from East Street to West Street to accept the congratulations of the people. Some were tired, but they were happy. Who would have thought that there would be such a glorious day in this small place.

You have free time at night. If you want to go to the night market, you can go there. If you want to stay in the inn, you can stay in the inn.

On the third day, Ye Youlan invited all the successful candidates and officials who came with their daughters to the palace and gave them a warm welcome, hoping to bring some couples together.

Several girls were interested in Song Wen, but he finally chose Feng Xiaoyu, the daughter of the Yangcheng County Magistrate.

Ye Youlan was a little surprised. Feng Xiaoyu had an ordinary appearance, three points inferior to Qiao Ling. Maybe it was because a lover’s eyes see beauty in everything!

When Qiao Luochuan learned that Song Wen was engaged to the daughter of Feng County Magistrate of Yangcheng, he was a little surprised, because he had dealt with Feng County Magistrate of Yangcheng when he returned to his hometown. The Captain Feng who wanted to force Li Yunniang to marry him was Feng County Magistrate's younger brother.

He thought about reminding Song Wen, but then he thought, County Magistrate Feng had done well, and he had punished Captain Feng. Wouldn't it seem petty if he brought it up?

The person who was most sad about Song Wen marrying Feng Xiaoyu was Qiao Ling. She hid in the house and cried bitterly, and refused to come out for two days. She didn't understand. She was no worse than Feng Xiaoyu. Except that she had a father who was a county magistrate, but she had an uncle who was a chief secretary!

She was unwilling to accept this and wanted to go to Song Wen to ask for an explanation.

She waited outside the provincial government for a long time, and it was almost dark when she saw Song Wen and Acai come out.

Acai had sharp eyes and saw Qiao Ling standing under the tree opposite at a glance, but he pretended not to see her, so Song Wen walked away.

Qiao Ling wanted to shout, but she didn't have the courage, and finally came back unhappy.

Mrs. Qiao comforted her: "You will definitely find someone better in the future."

Qiao Ling roared at her mother, "It's all your fault. If you had been nicer to my uncle, I would have been able to benefit from his influence and marry Mr. Song. Now, everything is gone, nothing happened."

Mrs. Qiao looked at her daughter in astonishment, unable to believe that her most beloved daughter would treat her like this. She felt aggrieved, but she opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

On the day of Song Wen's wedding, Ye Youlan and the Seventh Prince both attended the wedding banquet. Qiao Ling hid in the distance, gritting her teeth and tears welling in her eyes. But when she saw the Seventh Prince, she felt as if she had seen a man like a god. Her uncle and Mr. Song were eclipsed.

The Seventh Prince held the Princess's hand as they stood together. The Seventh Prince's eyes were always on the Princess, and his brows were full of affection.

Qiao Ling said to herself: "If I were to marry a man, I should marry someone like the prince."

Thinking of this, she looked at Mr. Song again with a happy face. Although he was wearing gorgeous clothes, she felt just like that. The love came and went quickly, so she turned around and left.

On the second day of their wedding, Song Wen brought Feng Xiaoyu to the palace and said that he would take his wife back to Yangcheng in three days.

Seeing that Feng Xiaoyu looked well-behaved and honest, Ye Youlan hoped that Song Wen would treat her well.

"You can stay in Yangcheng for a few more days after you finish arranging the things you have on hand."

After the Seventh Prince and the other two left, he asked Ye Youlan if she felt it was strange.

The Seventh Prince thought that Song Wen, who was good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, chose an ordinary woman. If it was love that grew over time, it would be understandable, but it was hard to say whether they fell in love at first sight. It always felt strange.

"A little bit. I hope we are overthinking it."

Someone from the embroidery workshop came to report that the bookstore next to the workshop had opened.

Ye Youlan decided to go and meet the shopkeeper.

When the Seventh Prince was going to the military camp, he asked Li Mu to follow him to protect the princess.

The streets were quite busy in the morning, and many people were coming in and out of the embroidery workshop. When Ye Youlan arrived, they all came over to say hello.

"You guys are busy, I'll go check next door."

The door of the bookshop next door was open, and two scholars were choosing books. The owner was sitting in a chair by the door with his eyes closed.

Ye Youlan signaled Dingxiang and Li Mu not to make any noise so as not to disturb the shopkeeper's rest, and she went to the bookshelf to see what books were for sale.

There are many kinds of books, including classics, history, poetry, vernacular novels, local customs and folk customs, health care, agricultural planting, etc. Some of the books are covered with dust, and it seems that no one has cleaned them since they were placed there.