In the middle of the night, Lan Jue couldn't fall asleep again.

Zhang Ping's words were like a thorn, and it was hard to overcome their peace of mind.

Once he closed his eyes, he looked like Gu Qingzhang, his eyebrows and eyes were vivid, and he looked at him with a smile on his lips: "Pee, embrace him."

Gu Qingzhang took the examination, as if he was intentionally waiting to die...

How is it possible.

Gu Qingzhang is definitely not that kind of person.

Lan Jue also said this to Zhang Ping, and then there was no further information.

The shadows of the trees sway, tapping on the window frames, and some blurred old things are clear in the thick night.

At that time, the weather was cold and cold. During the bitter and cold days, people were very satisfied. They ate a few bites of hot rice, got a little warmth close to the brazier and felt drowsy and didn't know what was clear. Lan Jue deliberately refused to eat, and when it was dawn, he would go outside to read the book. The bones were so painful that he could remember the book.

Once, he was hungry for a day and a night. When he got up early to recite the book, he didn't pay attention to a piece of ice. His feet slipped and his eyes turned black. When he felt it, he found that he was on the bed with a few thick quilts pressed on his body. Gu Qingzhang stood at the head of the bed, and his face was dark for the first time.

"Peizhi, don't take your life seriously. Although the future of the imperial examination is important, life is gone, everything is empty."

Lan Jue struggled to sit up, saying nothing: "The cheaper a person is, the harder his life is, and he will not die. If I can't win this time, I will really not be able to survive."

My mother has passed away, and he is the only one left in the world, helpless and unreliable, and the only remaining hopes are betting on this test. If he fails, even if he wants to wait for three years, he will have no way to endure, and he can only have one result. He has actually made plans.

After each subject is released, dumplings are placed in the river ditch in the capital city, and bacon is hung in the dilapidated temples. There are wooden signs hanging by the Ministry of Rites or Jingzhao Mansion everywhere on the bridgehead of the forest. "He is about to give a great task, so you must first try it. Three years have passed, and fame is in front of you." "The coward has just made bacon, think about the fishing fisherman in the Wei River" and so on. It is not very useful. There are also candidates who have continued to write on the card before they find a short look. "He is lucky to fly to the bell of the tooth, so how can I be old?" The officials of Jingzhao Mansion passed by and read, and felt that the life was still rhymeful, so they could be recruited into the yamen and write such cards. They quickly ordered the yamen to search. The candidate had already become bacon, so they had to take it off and bury it, and engraved this story on a wooden plaque to alert others.

Lan Jue didn't want to join in the fun, and he wanted to lose someone again and cause trouble for others.

Old Man Tian’s mouse medicine is very effective. He pre-stored two packs to prevent it from being difficult to buy during the peak season. There are several deserted ridges near Jiuhe County, and finding a cave at that time will be considered a death-lost burial.

He put the two packs of rat medicine he had stored in a small bottle, put it in a small cloth bag, and wore it with him, always reminding him that he had no way out.

Lan Jue closed the quilt and suddenly felt a little empty in his arms. He pressed his chest again, and was shocked.

Gu Qingzhang said, "Peizhi, I'm sorry. I took one of your things when I wiped you with wine. I looked at it when I was curious." He took out something from his sleeve, and it was the small bottle.

Lan Jue's mind suddenly blew, his cheeks were hot, his palms were sweating, and he just wanted to turn into a pangolin and escape.

The most secret cowardice is exposed nakedly, shameless and helpless.

Gu Qingzhang pressed him to the head of the bed, made the bedding, spread a hand towel on the quilt, picked up the tray on the table and handed it to Lan Jue: "Pengzhi, life is precious, life is not easy to be a human being. You are stepping on the road under your feet, don't keep the words of life and death on your lips."

There was a bowl of hot porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of hot dishes on the tray. Gu Qingzhang picked up the bowl of porridge and scooped a spoonful of them, and then blew them to Lan Jue's mouth: "Eat while it's hot, and the medicine will be fine after a while."

Lan Jue took the porridge, took the bowl and spoon from Gu Qingzhang, and said, "How much does rice and medicine cost each? I'll give it to you."

Gu Qingzhang paused and let go of his hand holding the bowl and spoon: "Okay."

If you are too hungry, you won’t feel hungry, but once you meet food and your hunger returns, you will be out of control.

Lan Jue held the rice bowl and swallowed the wind and swept the clouds. Gu Qingzhang was afraid that he would choke and said straight: "Pretty, slow down."

Lan Jue was dipping steamed buns in vegetable soup, and Gu Qingzhang said again: "By the way, Peizhi, I have drunk the pot of tea you made in the morning. How much does it cost to make tea, hot water for making tea, and firewood for boiling water? I'll give it to you later."

Lan Jue's mouthful of steamed bun stems in his throat. Gu Qingzhang picked up the porridge bowl and poured him a bite of porridge, smoothing his back. Lan Jue regained his breath and before he could pick up the embarrassment, Gu Qingzhang said seriously again: "Ah, I almost forgot. I put two more pieces of charcoal you saved in the brazier last night... I have poured the things in your bottle, how many chunks do you have to do? By the way, I was going out the day before yesterday and put on your robe. This is also considered as a depreciation fee. Also, did I use your soap noodles for the last time when I took a shower? Then you washed my clothes for me a few times, and the water bill was artificial..."

Lan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at the porridge in the bowl: "Okay, Shulin, I'm afraid of you."

Gu Qingzhang smiled and scooped up another spoonful of porridge: "Come on, eat slowly. There is still some in the pot, and add it later."

Spoken...spoken...

"Master, I should eat noodles for my birthday." The manager looked at Lan Jue's dark blue circle around his eyes and said carefully, "Is it necessary to make porridge..."

Lan Jue said: "This birthday is a supplementary recipe. You must drink porridge and get millions of rice. Just do it."

The manager left, and Lan Jue stepped into the inner hall.

He had to take this holiday birthday seriously. The servants in the house came to kneel down in the morning to celebrate. Lan Hui also drew a picture of her longevity peach, and her painting skills improved a lot. Lan Jue was very pleased. He touched Lan Hui's head and praised him a few words, and praised Wu Shixin again.

However, Zhang Ping was not seen.

Lan Jue doesn’t like to be kind to others when doing things, so he is willing to help others. If he helps, he will help.

This birthday was just to help Zhang Ping cover up, and because he got close to him, he would have to live in peace if he had fewer things to do.

Well, just this one time.

Lan Jue walked back and forth in the corridor a few times, and the servant said, "Report to Master, that screen is in the kitchen."

Lan Jue paused and frowned slightly: "He walks in the mansion, don't care too much, just let him be where he is." He walked slowly, and before he could see the back kitchen approaching. The servants saluted. Lan Jue signaled that he didn't have to. He glanced at a touch of blue gray at the base of the wall and put a bowl in his hand on the washing table.

"Students have met adults."

Lan Jue put his hands behind his back: "Are you using breakfast? No need to be too polite, continue to eat."

Before Zhang Ping looked up, he said to the manager: "Master, Lord Zhang comes to the kitchen early in the morning and is busy making birthday noodles for the master first. I don't know that the master has to drink porridge this time on his birthday... I just changed to cooking porridge."

Zhang Ping said: "The student does not know that the adults celebrate their birthday and has no money, so he has not received any congratulations. I hope he will forgive me."

Lan Jue squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Are you eating noodles?"

Zhang Ping said: "It will be less delicious if the soaking is spread."

Lan Jue looked at him for a moment, then looked at the kitchen door: "Is there any in the pot?"

Zhang Ping looked up at him: "Sir, the porridge is being cooked."

Lan Jue said lightly: "Although you want to eat porridge, it is not just porridge. If you have noodles, you can cook the porridge and it won't be good for a while. You can eat a bowl of noodles and cushion first."

The manager immediately took people to Sheng, and Lan Jue glanced at Zhang Ping again: "After I went to the hall to eat, I am already an official position, how is it appropriate to eat noodles in front of the kitchen?"

Zhang Ping bowed and said, "Thank you, the student will write down his teachings." He raised his head and turned his head but went in the opposite direction.

Lan Jue immediately called out: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Ping said: "Pick up the bowl."

Lan Jue said coldly: "One person can take the bowl, you can go with the headquarters."

Zhang Ping had no choice but to look at the half bowl of noodles on the food sink.

The taste of diet and ingredients are indeed crucial.

Lan Jue ate a bowl of noodles cooked by Zhang Ping. Although it was soaked slightly, it tasted better than what it cooked on the stall.

Even after eating a bowl of Lan Hui, who was timid, he yelled to add another one.

Lan Jue felt a little clearer. After taking off the dishes and chopsticks from left and right, he sent Lan Hui to play, and sat down with Zhang Ping to the warm room and asked casually: "After you come to Beijing, will you go to visit Lord Tao?"

Zhang Ping said: "The students came here secretly, afraid of causing trouble for the teacher, so they were not disturbed."

Yes, I understand a little bit.

Lan Jue nodded: "Yes, it's really inappropriate for you to enter Beijing without permission, so it's just a burden to one of our department. If you are afraid of being accused of being strangers, you can politely tell the whole story when you meet again later, and the letter is not appropriate."

Zhang Ping responded.

Lan Jue said again: "As soon as today comes, you can go back to Yiping quickly."

Zhang Ping said: "The student plans to rush back to Yiping this afternoon." He bowed deeply, "Thank you this time mercy."

Lan Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You stop here?"

Zhang Ping didn't say anything.

He has not finished investigating what he wants to investigate, but he still stays in the capital, which will drag Lan Jue down. Go back to Yiping first and talk about it in two days.

Lan Jue knew his plan at a glance, but he didn't point it out, just said: "You are a poor student. You have only obtained the fame of this Jinshi after many twists and turns. Cherish it and do things well. Don't commit suicide if you do anything."

Zhang Ping looked carefully at Lan Jue's expression: "The student also wants to ask about the adults. It may be inappropriate to ask at this time..."

This day, after all, is known as Lan Jue's birthday, and asking about the deceased person will make you feel unlucky and unlucky.

Lan Jue said: "If you have any questions, just say it, don't need to suck it." Anyway, you will ask questions sooner or later.

Zhang Ping said: "Students want to know why Gu Qingzhang died of illness?"

Lan Jue frowned: "I remember telling you that cold symptoms cause heart disease."

"A heart disease is an old disease?"

"I have never seen an attack before, but it should be a chronic disease, so he told me that he has not had much time."

Zhang Ping pondered for a moment, then looked at Lan Jue's expression: "Do you still remember what he looked like when he died and was buried?"

Lan Jue pressed the carving on the armrest of the chair tightly, and said indifferently: "I'm not nearby. When he was critically ill, I didn't go to see him. Liu Zhihui handled his funeral for him. I went to worship him after he sealed the coffin."
Chapter completed!