Riding the Pheonix Chapter 272: Travel

The next day, Mr. Ji went to the Imperial College. Jijiu personally invited him there and said that there were enough people on duty, so he was added to the list of chauffeurs for autumn hunting.

Master Ji was in a daze. His first reaction was that he no longer needed to be scolded. He was surprised and happy, and thanked him repeatedly. When I left, I thought to myself, Jijiu is such a good person!

Looking at Mr. Ji's leaving figure, a scribe was filled with envy and jealousy: "This Mr. Ji is so lucky. I don't know what the nobles like about him. He helps me in every possible way."

Sacrifice the wine and smile: "Master Ji is a straightforward person, and he has learned a lot. There are always people who have a discerning eye."

I thought, since it was the Imperial City Secretary who came to say hello, it must be that person. There have been a lot of rumors about him recently, and they are all related to the niece of the Ji family. What's the solution? It can only be said that Ji Shu is really lucky.

After school, Mr. Ji came home and told Mrs. Ji that she didn't believe it: "There are only a few places for the autumn hunting companion, and every carrot is a pit. Who is so kind as to give up the place to you?"

Master Ji said: "Anyway, that's what the sacrificial wine said."

Mrs. Ji sneered: "How can that old fox be so kind? How many times have you had the opportunity to get promoted, but you have asked him to do favors. You usually pretend to be a good person, but if he hadn't been conniving, others would have bullied you like that. ?"

After that, Mr. Ji looked disapproving and cursed: "You **** old man, you don't take my mother's words seriously!"

Master Ji expressed his injustice: "Before I couldn't go, you had to scold me. Now that you can go, why are you still scolding me? Are you an old woman unreasonable?"

"Bah!" Mrs. Ji had probably accumulated enough in her daily life, and took this opportunity to release it, "Is it your credit for being able to go? Maybe some noble person couldn't bear it and helped you. What's the matter with you?"

Master Ji can't make any noise, so he can only shut up.

Mingwei came back from school and saw this scene.

My uncle and aunt were quarreling in the main room - to be precise, it was my aunt who was scolding my uncle. The eldest cousin was playing with Pearl in the yard and pretended not to hear. My cousin is in the kitchen, busy with dinner.

After listening to a few words, she pretended that nothing happened and went back to her room.

My mother said that my aunt has a bit of a violent temper. She didn’t realize it before, but it turns out she didn’t have an attack...

No matter what, the Ji family is getting ready for the autumn hunting.

For someone like Mr. Ji who is not in an important position and whose rank is not high, there are not many people he can lead.

With Ji Xiaowu away, Mr. Ji naturally brought Ji Ling and Mingwei with him, and the three of them each brought their maids and attendants.

The Ji family only has so many people, so there is no need to fight for them.

On the day of the autumn hunting, Mingwei got into the carriage under Mrs. Ji's instructions.

"My aunt has heard about the reason for this autumn hunt. Don't get involved with those people. The prince and concubine listen to the scenery, and the dangers involved are unspeakable. I don't know what these rich ladies will do in order to compete for the position of the prince and concubine. What a conspiracy. We can't do it..."

Mingwei replied seriously: "Yes, I listen to my aunt."

Madam Ji looked at her face and sighed: "I'm afraid, with your appearance, even if you are already engaged, if you don't fight with them, they will regard you as their enemy. Try to avoid it as much as possible. , don’t go to places with few people, and don’t be separated from Duofu.”

Then he asked for food, water, clothing, accommodation, etc., and Mingwei complied with them one by one.

So, with the flags fluttering and the horses neighing, the autumn hunting team left the city gate in a mighty manner and headed for the hunting ground in the western suburbs.

The first autumn hunt in ten years was particularly grand. Not only the elite military generals from various families came out, but also the civil servants were extremely enthusiastic.

They can't compare with military generals in hunting, but at this time, why are they so little decorated with poems?

Besides, riding and shooting is also a gentleman's art, and not everyone is a weak scholar. When one mounts his horse, he can shoot a deer, and when he dismounts, he can compose poems. This is called a gentleman.

However, the gentlemanly Ji Ling just wanted to chat with his cousin at the moment.

He sat in front of the carriage and spoke to Mingwei through the curtain: "Are these rich ladies going to go hunting in autumn or going for an outing? There is so much luggage, even the grain reincarnation buckets are brought with them. We get out of the car and gather around You can settle down with a curtain!"

In the car, Duofu said: "Master, we also have a toilet, how convenient it is!"

"..."

Mingwei said: "My cousin is saying that it's not unusual for Qiu Lie to bring so much luggage."

"Yes..."

With Duofu interrupting him like this, Ji Ling didn't know how to continue. After being bored for a while, he asked: "Cousin, don't you want to be the prince's concubine?"

Mingwei was surprised: "Why did my cousin say that? Didn't I have a marriage contract? The matter of choosing a concubine has nothing to do with me."

Ji Ling was vague and said: "I heard that the imperial concubine wants to take this opportunity to choose a wife for Young Master Yang..."

"Yes!"

She had no intention of answering, and Ji Ling couldn't help but said, "Don't you mean anything?"

Ming smiled and said: "What does my cousin want me to express?"

Ji Ling was confused when she was like this: "You don't really want to get married to Xiao Wu, do you?"

If it had been anyone else, Mingwei would have prevaricated it. Since Ji Ling came to Dongning to pick her up, he has sincerely helped her every time and defended her in every way. He could no longer say anything deceptive.

She thought for a while and said: "I think my fifth cousin is still a child with a temper. He probably doesn't want to get married in the past few years."

Ji Ling thought about what she meant: "So you think there is no need to break off the engagement?"

Ming smiled and said: "If we break off the engagement, my uncle and aunt will not only be worried about my fifth cousin's marriage, but also worry about me. Why bother?"

Ji Ling understood: "You don't want to get married, so you think this will save trouble?"

Ming smiled but said nothing.

Ji Ling thought for a while and said in shock: "You don't want to become a monk, do you?"

Mingwei was surprised: "Why would my cousin think so?"

"I have heard everything about you. Empress Xuannu has taken you in for many years. Do you want to serve her for the rest of your life?"

Ming Wei smiled: "My cousin is overthinking it. If I don't get married, there is no need."

She originally thought that Ji Ling couldn't understand ~IndoMTL.com~ but as long as she maintained respect, she didn't expect Ji Ling to say: "That's true. You are proficient in mystical arts and can escape from the world. You are not a person in the world. There is really no need. Get married."

Mingwei silently gave this older cousin a thumbs up.

Some truths are simple, but maintaining understanding and respect for your own different life is not easy.

The hunting ground in the western suburbs is not far away. They arrived at their destination before sunset, and the convoy stopped and set up camp.

Master Ji brought the tent back, set up the tent with the help of the Forbidden Army, and then buried the pot to make rice.

All these procedures were carried out according to the specifications of the march, which made the potbellied civil servants complain endlessly.

The Ji family is lucky. The few followers they bring can work. They are blessed and powerful. Ji Ling is also very proficient in these things. Mingwei and Mr. Ji can just watch from the side.

After setting up the tent, the group of people stood in the camp. Seeing the flags fluttering in the wind and the tents stretching for several miles, Master Ji, who usually could not see this scene, became very poetic. ()