Free-spirited Illegitimate Son

It was noon, and the head of the family crept in and said, "Master, the auspicious time for the chief priest is coming."

Grandpa Ye was a little confused, he hesitated a little at this moment, how can he neglect his respected guests when the magistrate is here, but offering sacrifices to ancestors is also a top priority, at this moment his mind is just in a mess, and he has completely lost his mind .

But Liu Zhifu listened: "It turns out that today is the day for your Ye family to worship the ancestral hall. It's okay, it's okay, let's ask someone to pour a cup of tea. I have been exhausted all the way, so I would like to sit here for a while."

Only then did Grandpa Ye regain his composure, and even said he was ashamed, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he had to take all the sons of the family to the ancestral hall.

Almost all the men of the Ye family left cleanly.

When the servants served tea, Liu Zhifu sipped the tea, but was surprised to find that Ye Chunqiu was still here, but he didn't ask. After many years in office, his heart was like a mirror. Everything has a cause and an effect. Since Chunqiu didn't go to the ancestral hall, it must be that his status in the Ye family is somewhat different.

Presumably... her background was not good.

The only thing that makes Liu Zhifu feel a little strange is that, logically, at this time, Ye Chunqiu has won the top case, and he should be ecstatic; as for offering sacrifices to the ancestral hall, he must have a humble status in the Ye family, and he should also show some dissatisfaction at this time, or is embarrassing.

But Ye Chunqiu was actually very calm, just sat down and drank tea quietly with him.

This young man's city is unusual.

Liu Zhifu smiled quietly and said: "Tea is good tea, do Spring and Autumn also like tea?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was still pretending like everyone Ye Chunqiu met before. Anyway, when dealing with this kind of person, even if he said a hundred words to you, he would never talk about serious things. No nutritious words.

For example... Ye Chunqiu really wanted to know why the magistrate came to Fenghua. Logically speaking, even if he thought highly of him, he couldn't have come here to congratulate and announce the good news.But Ye Chunqiu didn't want to ask, anyway, it was useless to ask.

He said neither humble nor overbearing: "En House, the students are poor, they only know how to drink tea to quench their thirst, but they don't know how to savor it carefully."

Liu Zhifu laughed again, and didn't care about Ye Chunqiu's modesty, so he didn't go into it further: "I have read the papers for your college examination, it's very good, Ningbo Prefecture has produced a child prodigy like you, and you can be regarded as an old man." It's a political achievement, He Tixue thinks highly of you, you have received his favor, and in a few days, he will return to the Hangzhou government office, you should go and see him off."

Ye Chunqiu hastily responded.

Liu Zhifu didn't say much anymore, he seemed to cherish words like gold, so he concentrated on drinking tea.

Ye Chunqiu was thinking about something on his mind. Lian Sanyuan was a credit to Guangnao, but it was also a bit of luck. Now Lian Zhongxiao Sanyuan finally became a scholar. Thinking of this, he felt a little joy, but then he thought about his status as a bastard, My heart is still a little panicked, this is not about my own status, but more about my biological mother who passed away.

Although he traveled through this Ye Chunqiu's body and didn't have any feelings for that biological mother, but no matter what, he was also in her blood now, so it was impossible for him to remain indifferent.

Prefect Liu had almost drunk his tea, so he stood up and said, "Okay, I have rested here for a while, and I have recovered enough energy, it's time to do some business."

Ye Chunqiu got up quickly, and sent Liu Zhifu to the gate of Ye's house. There were several servants and an official sedan chair waiting outside. When Liu Zhifu was about to enter the sedan chair, he suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Chunqiu meaningfully: "Chunqiu, No need to send it away, oh, there is one more thing..."

Ye Chunqiu bowed hurriedly: "I don't know what else the En Mansion has to say." He was depressed, dealing with such officials is really boring, is it true that everyone who becomes an official is just pretending to be a criminal?

Liu Zhifu had already bent down into the sedan chair, but he still opened the curtain, and said indifferently: "I am also a bastard..." After he finished speaking, the curtain was also lowered by him.

But the eyes at the moment of parting revealed some kind of deliberate encouragement.

Ye Chunqiu's body trembled, and he suddenly felt that the magistrate in the sedan chair got closer to him, and he had a little more affection for him.

The sedan chair was already carried away by several porters, Ye Chunqiu slapped his forehead suddenly, I went, but forgot the most important thing, he couldn't help shouting: "Why doesn't En's house have a meal before leaving, oops , how embarrassing it is, I didn't take good care of it."

Mistake, oh mistake, I am used to being knowledgeable and sensible, and I am used to pretending to be a good boy. Today, this damn mistake has caused eternal hatred, and he even forgot the most important politeness.

It seems... It's still a little bit far from the potential of pretending to be a criminal.

The sedan chair didn't stop, it was already far away.

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Offering sacrifices to ancestors is the most important thing.

The old man has always regarded this as a top priority, and will never allow any omissions.

But now, the prostitutes of the Ye family filed in one after another, but the old man in the lead didn't have the slightest thought.

His own grandson, Ye Chunqiu, shines on the lintel, this is really the virtue of his ancestors, a scholar may not be a big deal, but a small Sanyuan, if the ancestors have knowledge...

He was thinking in a mess.

What's worse is that such an up-and-coming grandson is actually a concubine, and now he is not included in offering sacrifices to his ancestors. Will the ancestors blame him?

Ye Taigong was so contradictory and in a daze that he almost mispronounced the sacrificial words.

In fact, Ye Song standing behind Ye Jing was in a worse mood than Ye Taigong.

That illegitimate son actually hit the top of the case again, Xiao Sanyuan, and even the magistrate came to visit.

Deng Juren misunderstood me.

What should he do now, he was in a state of confusion, but his eyes unconsciously fell on Ye Chenliang who was standing at the end, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed, why his son didn't have such a future.

Hmph... an illegitimate child...

"Zichun, Zichun!"

Zichun is Ye Song's name. Ye Song quickly recovered, and saw Grandpa Ye looking at him angrily, and said sharply, "Don't kneel down yet."

It was only then that Ye Song realized that Taigong Ye had finished reading his eulogy, and everyone bowed down to the memorial tablets of their ancestors, but he was negligent and still stood.

Seeing the old man's murderous gaze, his neck felt cold and he quickly fell to his knees.

After offering sacrifices, they left the ancestral hall and went to rest in the side room. Under the leadership of Ye Taigong, the whole family went to the side room. There were already several female relatives waiting here in the side room, serving tea and water to the prostitutes.

The furnishings here are simple, there are only a few seats, and everyone can only stand when Mr. Ye sits down.

Today's atmosphere is very heavy, it seems that everyone has something on their minds, the old man can't help but have a thought in his heart, if at this time, Chunqiu can come in and pay homage to the ancestors, it would be great, he is young, he won three yuan in a row, He already has a reputation as a scholar, isn't he the one who will reorganize the lintel in the future?

bastard... bastard...

The old grandpa had a thought, and took a deep look at Ye Jing, as if something was on his mind.