The son is begging for his life every day [Transmigration Book]

Nalan Jue was silent for a while, then turned around and entered the examiner's room, and came out again after a while, holding a plate in his hand, on which were two fist-sized steamed stuffed buns with thin skin and stuffing. Master Fu cursed like a rainbow: "Nalan Jue, is this how you respect your teacher? Next time you come to visit me, I will let your teacher's wife kick you out."

The voice was so loud that Qin Guimu could hear it clearly. When he looked at the plate stuffed in his hand, and then at the closed door behind him, he suddenly felt that the bun weighed a thousand catties.He was afraid of indigestion.

Compared to his hesitation, Lord Nalan, who followed his teacher's steamed stuffed bun, was much calmer: "I bought him a lot, you can eat with confidence."

Qin Guimu smiled, and as soon as he took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, the door of the examiner's room opened, and the chief assistant, who was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, came out, and saw Qin Guimu eating the steamed stuffed bun, and Nalan Jue Standing by the side, looking like he was protecting the calf, he rolled his eyes angrily: "It turned out that he snatched it for Shizi Qin, forget it, for the sake of the son, I don't have the same knowledge as you."

"Thank you, teacher." Nalan Jue felt that the chief assistant came out to talk about this in front of Qin Guimu, because he wanted to hear another polite word from him.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Shoufu didn't even bother to look at him, so he went directly to look at Qin Shizi who silently ate a steamed bun, with a pleasant smile: "Listen to your majesty, the son has been very hardworking recently, and he has performed well in Lantai. Compliments from all the adults, this old man has confiscated disciples for several years, now that he is a little older, he wants to accept a closed disciple, I wonder if my son would have thought about this?"

Qin Guimu was so surprised that he didn't even finish eating the buns, he was shocked for a while before he said, "Does Mr. Jin mean that he wants to accept me as a disciple?"

"Ah, yes." Mr. Jin stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Is your son unwilling?"

"No." Qin Guimu put down the bun embarrassedly, "If I worship Mrs. Jin as my teacher, I can't be too casual, or I will feel disrespectful to Mrs. Jin. Besides, I have to wait for your bun after I eat your bun." I will repay your favor first, and then I will talk about apprenticeship."

"Hahaha, Master Shizi is really interesting." Mr. Jin was amused by his remarks, "No, as long as you are willing to join my family, you can eat whatever you want."

"Then respect is worse than obedience." Qin Guimu handed the plate to Nalan Jue, and immediately gave a big gift to Mr. Jin, "Teacher, please be respected by the students."

"Hey, good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good." Jin Lao caught a glimpse of Nalan Jue's late mother's face out of the corner of his eye and immediately snorted coldly.Originally, he wanted Nalan Jue to be a closed disciple, but this stinky boy was so smart, he made himself feel superfluous after less than three years of entry, and now, he has no choice but to accept another disciple.

"Go and prepare first, the scientific examination is about to begin." Jin Lao said.

"Yes." Qin Guimu and Nalan Jue both agreed, and then Mr. Jin returned to his room with peace of mind.

After half a stick of incense, candidates entered the arena one by one, followed by the chief examiner and fellow examiners, the opening bell was rung, the gate of the Gongyuan was closed, and the imperial examination officially began.The exam lasted nine days, and after nine days, the Tribute Academy opened, and the candidates who had finished the exam filed out.

Jin Lao and Nalan Jue, who were the chief examiner and fellow examiners, were still busy, so Qin Guimu went back to the palace first.

When the butler saw him, he asked him warmly first. Hearing that he was hungry and tired, he immediately went down to prepare food and hot water. When he arrived at the yard, he saw the calligraphy and ink guarding the door, but there was no shadow of the pen and inkstone.

When Shumo saw him, he panicked: "Master, you are back."

"Well, where's the pen and inkstone?" He asked.

Shumo faltered and couldn't answer, Qin Guimu smiled when he saw this, pushed aside the calligraphy blocking the gate of the courtyard, and strode in. Before reaching the main room, he heard the voice of pen and inkstone talking.

"In the entire palace, the elder son listens to me the most. Whatever I ask him to do, he will do whatever he wants. He never asks the reason or refute."

"You're just pissed off. When the son of the world reacts, he will definitely ask you to leave." Cuihua's voice sounded, and his tone was full of disdain for the pen and inkstone.

"Hey, Cuihua, why are you so good at cursing me?" Biyan said with a smile, "Sister Bixi, what do you think?"

"Whose sister are you calling?" Bi Xi scolded angrily, "I'm not your sister, let me tell you, next time I take the eldest son to such a dishonest place, I will never let you go."

"What did Sister Bi Xi say? It's because the elder son wants to go. Think about it, if he doesn't want to go, I can't pull him away even if I want to." Bi Yan explained innocently.

"I almost believed what I said." Cuihua said, "Don't you just like sister Bixi? If you like you, just say it. What's the matter of slandering the son behind his back? It's really not you What a trick, pen and inkstone, you are really despicable."

"No, Cuihua, what are you talking about?" Biyan said in a panic.

"I'm telling the truth, do you dare to say that you don't like sister Bi Xi?"

……

Feeling that he heard something terrible, Qin Guimu pulled the corner of his lower lip, pushed the door and walked in. The three people inside saw him with different expressions, and the calmest one was counting pens and inkstones. They probably thought that Qin Guimu was still the obedient one. Soft son.

"Why closed?" he asked.

"Biyan said he wanted to show us something good." Cuihua has always been the most straightforward one, and she is also loyal to Qin Guimu, answering whatever she asks.

"What did I show you?" Qin Guimu went to the chair and sat down.

"A night pearl," Cuihua walked up to Qin Guimu in two or three steps, and gestured, "It's the one that Shizi brought back last time. Did you give it to the pen and inkstone?"

"It's that one." Qin Guimu's tone was light, and he looked at the pen and inkstone that didn't panic at all, his expression turned cold, "Shu Mo, go and invite the housekeeper over."

Shumo responded outside.

"What do you want the housekeeper to do?" Cuihua asked.

Bi Xi, who was standing next to Biyan over there, realized something, and quietly took a distance from him, looked at Qin Guimu, then at Biyan, and became thoughtful.

The butler arrived sooner than Qin Guimu expected.

"Master, you are looking for me."

"Get rid of him." Qin Guimu pointed to the pen and inkstone and said, "A servant is more courageous than a man like me, who moves my things without authorization, even lures me to the fireworks and willow fields, and instigates me to not do my job properly." , the sum of these charges is enough to sell him, right?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, remembering why his eldest son stayed in Lantai, now that he had figured it out, and then looked at the pen and inkstone, he couldn't tell what it was like.But if people are really sold out, there will be even fewer people around Shizi.

"Don't be dazed, take it away and sell it quickly." Qin Guimu urged.

The pen and inkstone over there was a little shocked. He had never thought that the good times would end so suddenly.

"Hey, yes." Seeing Qin Guimu's indifferent look, the butler understood that there was no room for redemption, and ordered Shumo to take the pen and inkstone away with him. He gave Qin Guimu a look, and that look made Qin Guimu feel a little wary. This person gave him a feeling that he would take revenge.

As soon as the three of them left, the room was emptied, only Qin Guimu, Cuihua and Bixi were left.

"You two go down too." Qin Guimu said.

Bi Xi was startled by the way he suddenly turned his face, and hurriedly left after hearing this, and took Cuihua who didn't want to leave.

When Qin Guimu was alone in the room, he buried his face in his hands.Ever since he paid homage to Mr. Jin as his teacher at the Ministry of Rites Tribute Academy, the plot has changed, and it is quite different from the original in his memory, so he had a bold idea to get rid of the pen and inkstone, whether it is to sell it or send it away. Go, let this troublesome spirit stay away from you.

He didn't know what kind of trouble this would bring him, but he knew that it would reduce the risk of losing his life.

When things were actually put into action, he became a little more uneasy, and these uneasiness all came from the inexplicable direction of the plot.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time." Qin Guimu calmed down, feeling hungry, so he opened the door and went out to find something to eat.

A few days later, Qin Guimu obeyed the housekeeper's wishes, and went to visit Jin's mansion with the gift of apprenticeship. When the servant brought Qin Guimu to Mr. Jin, he realized that he was not the only one who came to visit today. There is Lord Nalan who has been so busy these days that no one can be seen.

Perhaps because of being too busy, Master Nalan has lost a lot of weight in the past few days, but his mental state is extremely good.A light flashed in his eyes when he saw him.

"Teacher." Qin Guimu bowed first.

"There is no need to be formal." Jin Lao smiled, pointing to the seat next to Nalan Jue, "Sir, please sit there."

Qin Guimu didn't think much about it, and took his seat. The two sat in front of Mr. Jin like a good baby.

"I don't want to talk to you about the homework today, just let you come to identify the door. Nalan started before you, you can respect him as a senior brother." Jin Lao stroked his beard and squinted his eyes and said, "If you have troubles in the future, You can come to find a teacher, or you can ask your brother for help, understand?"

Qin Guimu nodded obediently.

Mr. Jin smiled with satisfaction.

Naturally, lunch was served in Jin's mansion. The old drunkard Jin Lao who was hiding at the banquet, regardless of Mrs. Jin's anger, insisted on dragging Qin Guimu to drink several cups.The son of the world has never drank alcohol since he first arrived here, and he privately thought that this thing was not much different from the original world. When the wine entered his throat and the heat wave hit him, he realized that the difference was too far.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, the Shizi lived up to everyone's expectations and was drunk, his eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and it was difficult to pick up a dish.

Nalan Jue looked at him for a while, then sighed: "Teacher, you did it on purpose."

"Who?" Jin Lao stared, "Shuiren doesn't know that if he wants to be my disciple, he must first know how to drink."

Nalan Jue watched Shizi smirk for a while before falling down on the table: "..."

"Being a teacher is creating opportunities for you."