Xie Xuan picked up a little national master in the palace. He was hungry, and it seemed that his food had been deprived of food by the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. Feeling compassionate, Xie Xuan took the person back to his house, planning to find an explanation to the old Imperial Master some day.
Unexpectedly, the old Imperial Master directly asked someone to bring a package of silver, "I gave it to you. This is the food expenses."
Well, I picked up the chief disciple of the Imperial Master's Office for nothing. He is sweet, capable, can do calculations, and can cut fruits very well. He will make a lot of money.
But day after day, when he heard that the young master had eaten two hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum newly rewarded by the emperor, Xie Xuan looked at the empty private treasury. "..."
Who would have thought that he would eat everything!
That night, Xie Xun sent ten envelopes of silver to the old Imperial Master, begging to take back the four-legged gold-swallowing beast.
When I opened my eyes early the next morning, the ten envelopes of silver were still intact on the desk.
"I stole the master's money to support you." The young master sat at the desk, sipping tea, and smiled at him, as cute as when he first met him.
Xie Xuan's eyes darkened. The days are hopeless!
A few years later, when Xie Xuan finally mastered a process of solving crimes and confiscating houses to earn extra money, and was about to join the melee to seize the direct descendants, the little national master who had been living there for n years suddenly transformed into a white-clothed fairy-like aura, and faced each other with swords at the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.
"He is the evil that is causing harm to the country. If this person is not eliminated, the country will be unstable."
As soon as the disgraced Xie Xun arrived at the Saibei military camp, he saw the culprit who drove him to the border to eat sand standing outside the camp. The young imperial master was still wearing the white clothes and jade crown he wore during the sacrificial ceremony. He had bright eyebrows and a bronze medal for the commander of the army around his waist. He was just one rank higher than his official rank, and he was full of awe-inspiring sword aura. The mountains of silver beside the tent glowed with snow. He smiled slightly,
"I'll support you with military pay."
The days are really unbearable!
Motto: Please eat well
