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After the summer solstice, the sky is already bright at Mao hour, and Yong'an Street is the busiest time.
There are many shops on the street, and the vendors at the small stalls are constantly selling. After all, it is early in the morning, and there is no heat. Mothers from big and small families all take advantage of this time to buy what they need for the house.
Due to its location, Xishui Alley is a little less lively than Yong'an Street, but now that the old bookstore Juifangzhai has brought many scholars to stay there, it has become a famous place.
Jian Yujue has been in the Imperial College for more than a month. There are many rules and regulations in the Imperial College. There are regulations for the halls, dormitories, dining and bathing, but fortunately, there is half a day every week, and you can enter and exit once with a license.
During these half days, Jian Yujue will come to Jue Fang Zhai. Shopkeeper Li has a chronic back problem. When he comes, it is time for the weekly inventory, so he can help shopkeeper Li sort out some old books.
The same is true today, but just like every time, Shangguan Yan always comes to the study with Jian Yujue, and even shopkeeper Li is familiar with him.
Shangguan Yan leaned against the door of the study with his arms folded as usual. He was dressed in straight ivory white silk and his handsome appearance often attracted the attention of passers-by. However, he turned a blind eye to these and only fiddled with the bone fan in his hand, looking into the room from time to time.
He watched Jian Yujue bend down to pile up old books and shuttle between the wooden shelves.
When he walked to the bookshelf closest to the door, the light rays of the morning sun outside the window reflected on the collar of Jian Yujue's aqua blue round-neck robe, casting half a shadow on his profile, making his whole person look like a meticulous painting. Handsome man.
Strangely enough, no matter what Jian Yujue does, no one can tell that he is vulgar.
Shangguan Yan looked away and closed the folding fan in his hand, "Jian Yujue, have you thought clearly? I've been asking for a month."
"You can choose Sanjin House in the best location on Yong'an Street, but it's still not enough."
Jian Yujue was still holding a few old books in his hand. He frowned slightly and looked at the door. His voice was as cold as lake water, "Shangguan Yan, why do you want me to be your guest?"
"Because you are the smartest person I have ever met." You are also the person most likely to be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister.
When Jian Yujue heard this, his movements hesitated for a moment, and then he began to count the books again, tapping his slender knuckles lightly, as if he did not take his words at all.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Shangguan Yan just smiled casually and didn't speak again.
The Shangguan family has been doing business for generations for hundreds of years, and has gone through two dynasties. They are as rich as any other country, so they naturally have people to rely on in the dynasty. However, now that the emperor is weak, the situation in the dynasty is in turmoil.
He is the second son of the Shangguan family, so he can only step into the court to consolidate the Shangguan family's intricate connections in the court.
When he saw Jian Yujue for the first time, he knew that this person could be a talented person. This kind of person was recognized at a very early stage. If he could use him, it would be of benefit in the future.
Originally, he was not that eager, but after Jian Yujue entered the Imperial College, his thoughts became stronger.
The Imperial Academy established classes, divided into classes from A, B, and B to Xuhai, named after the ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches, a total of twenty-two.
Naturally, those at the front are those who pay annual tribute, and those at the end are those who pay tribute. Those who pay tribute are divided into officials, aristocratic families and wealthy businessmen.
With Jian Yujue¡¯s talent in Qingzhou Jieyuan, he must have been in Tianzi Class A, but now he was able to get in only after Shangguanyan paid tribute, and he is in the bottom of the Dizihai column with Shangguanyan.
But in the window class and classroom class at the end of last month, Jian Yujue actually got the first place, even beyond the reach of the top spot in Tianzi Class A. How could Shangguan Yan let go of such a person so easily
The writing was almost done, and it was almost time for the half-day break. Jian Yujue faced Shopkeeper Li with a warm smile on his face.
"Uncle Li, I'm going back first and will come back in a few days."
"Hey, okay, don't come back. You should read more and rest more."
Shopkeeper Li glanced at the two young people cheerfully, lowered his head and continued to calculate his own accounts. Chunmei girl will be coming to collect them tomorrow.
After Jian Yujue finished speaking, he walked straight to the outside of the alley without waiting for Shangguan Yan who was standing at the door.
"You're walking so fast, don't wait for me."
Shangguan Yan caught up with Jian Yujue and was walking on the left. The jade bone fan tapped on his right shoulder. Unexpectedly, Jian Yujue didn't turn around to answer him, so Shangguan Yan had to speak out himself.
"Go somewhere with me."
"If you don't want to go, go back to the Imperial College."
Shangguan Yan twitched the corner of his mouth. This person really never gave him face. The smile on his face did not change, but his voice was a little cold. "Haha, your Uncle Li's shop is still open there. Do you want me?" Find more people to hang out with?Haha. "
The jokes finally diluted some of the depression of Song, Chenjiu and the others. They laughed for a while. As soon as they looked up, they saw a man turning into the alley. The ostentatious clothes were none other than Shangguan Yan.
Song Chenjiu's eyes suddenly lit up. Shangguan Yan and the others didn't know each other. They used to get along well with Lu Guanlin, so they didn't dare to move. Now, it's been a while since they've seen them leave together.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out of the rich and luxurious clothes he is used to wearing, they don¡¯t believe him even if he doesn¡¯t have any money with him.
The scholar surnamed Li tugged on Song Chenjiu's sleeve, "Brother Song, his surname is Shangguan, could he be the Shangguan who is the richest man in the sixteen counties of Jiangnan?"
Song Chenjiu waved his hand, "How could it be such a coincidence?"
He then said harshly: "Even if they are, they are just wealthy businessmen and their like. They are inferior to us. No one will see them here anyway."
Li Shusheng wanted to say more, but Song Chenjiu had already stepped forward and stopped Shangguan Yan, "Shangguan Yan, what a coincidence."
In the past, Shangguan Yan would have laughed and chatted for a few words, but today, he was really unhappy because of Jian Yujue's matter, and his expression was a little impatient, "What's the matter?"
Song Chenjiu didn't care about his tone and said: "It's nothing, we just want to ask you to borrow some money."
Shangguan Yan looked at the gambling house not far away and felt relieved.
He suddenly laughed and said, "I want to give it to the people who don't want it, but you losers want it very much."
"What are you talking about? How dare you tell me again." Song Chenjiu's anger burst into his heart, and he grabbed Shangguan Yan's collar. However, he was shorter than Shangguan Yan, and his actions at this time were unspeakable. Ridiculous.
Shangguan Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the wretched man in front of him, and said softly with his thin lips, "Trash."
"You, the son of a stinky businessman, dare to scold me!"
Shangguan Yan laughed evilly, "Don't you know there is a difference between being rich and being very rich?"
The guard in the dark was about to come out, and suddenly a voice came out. Shangguan Yan waved his hand lightly under his sleeves, and the shadow hiding in the dark retreated again.
"What are you doing here?"
Jian Yujue looked at Song Chenjiu and the others with gentle eyes, as if they were passing by accidentally, and there was no anger in his eyes. However, when he approached, Song Chenjiu still felt guilty.
¡°I, let¡¯s chat together, don¡¯t come over and join in the fun.¡±
Jian Yujue approached without saying a word, and only said lightly, "In the twenty-first volume of Ming Lv Shu Yi, anyone who beats someone with his hands and feet will be flogged forty times."
"When will we fight?" Song Chenjiu said, holding on.
Jian Yujue glanced at the collar where Shangguan Yan was being held captive by Song Chen for a long time, "A person who beats someone is said to hit someone with his hands and feet. If he pulls his hair or grabs his collar, it's the same as beating him. If he does it, he will be punished. "
"I can testify in court."
Song Chenjiu was stunned immediately after hearing this. He didn¡¯t even fight, but he was already convicted? He then looked at the two people behind him, also looking confused.
¡°After all, who can be like Jian Yujue, who can even memorize the laws of the Ming and Yin Dynasties like this?
"Forget it, he and I have nothing to talk about." Song Chenjiu held on to his face and let go of his hand with a sly expression.
Shangguan Yan put on his collar and loosened it. Before leaving, he turned to Song, Chenjiu and the others and said quietly, "You should thank him for saving your lives."
After saying that, he ran forward and faced Jian Yujue.
"Why are you back?"
Jian Yujue put the name tag back into Shangguanyan's hand, "I left yours with me."
"Oh, Shangguan Yan remembered that he thought it was troublesome before leaving today, so he put them in Jian Yujue's accompanying book bag.
"Did you just tell them something to trick them?"
"I never lie."
Shangguan Yan looked at Jian Yujue walking in front, speaking seriously, and suddenly laughed and said:
"Jian Yujue, since you don't want to be a diner, how about being friends?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com