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Chapter 700 Master National Teacher, Your Wife Lost 11
Jiang Cheng stuck out her tongue mischievously, "I think it's fun!"

Looking at the little girl who was as cunning as a little fox, Si Qing couldn't help but raised his hand to touch her forehead after all.

The sudden contact stunned both of them.

Si Qing's eyes turned away, but the roots of his ears turned red.

what happened to him?
On the other hand, Jiang Cheng knew in her heart that the Master National Teacher, who turned out to be pure-hearted and ascetic, also had a good impression of her.

Then let's make persistent efforts!
"My lord, the Oiran Contest will be held in half a month, can you come and see it?"

The Oiran Contest is where the best-looking and most talented women in brothels in the entire capital gather to compete.

A woman who is beautiful and talented is called an oiran.

Song Yuanchen frowned, "Why do you invite Brother Si to the brothel girls' banquet?"

"Isn't this tarnishing Brother Si's reputation for nothing?"

Jiang Cheng rolled her eyes, "I didn't invite you!"

"At that time, literati, inkmen, and princes from aristocratic families will come to watch, why can't Si Qing come?"

"Of course not!" Song Yuanchen said: "Brother Si is pure-hearted and ascetic, how can he go to the brothel?"

"He's not a saint, what happened to the brothel?"

"You are unreasonable!"

"Your whole family is unreasonable!"

The two of them were fighting with red faces, and it was obvious that Song Yuanchen was the loser.

He opened his eyes wide and glared, but Jiang Cheng had a calm expression.

"Just take the one you like!"

Si Qing took the sword in Jiang Cheng's hand and gave it to Song Yuanchen, "It suits you very well."

Song Yuanchen looked at the sword in his hand, happy in his heart, but pretended not to care on his face.

When returning, Jiang Cheng looked up at Si Qing, "Will you come?"

Facing the moist eyes of the little girl, Si Qing couldn't say no to it.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your default!" Jiang Cheng said first.

Afraid that he would regret it, she lifted her skirt and ran out, "I'll go back first!"

After speaking, she ran away and disappeared.

Song Yuanchen said with a look of disgust: "Brother Si, why is she always pestering you?"

Si Qing didn't speak, but got into the carriage.

Wu Ren came over and patted Song Yuanchen on the shoulder, "Young Master Song, let's not interfere with the affairs of Master Guoshi!"

Song Yuanchen bowed his head, "I see."

He just didn't like Jiang Cheng. A brothel girl was always pestering Brother Si, which made him feel that he had tarnished the image of Brother Si who was as tall as a mountain in his heart.

On the second day, early morning.

On the resplendent Jinluan Hall, the emperor sat on a golden dragon chair in a dragon robe.

A group of officials stood in front of him, solemnly standing in two rows.

The emperor is 60 years old this year, and he is an old man with a gray beard.

He drooped his eyelids, looked at the officials, and then picked up a memorial from the desk case.

"Officials in this dynasty are not allowed to do business, but I received a memorial from the National Teacher - Impeach Changchun Marquis for doing business, and opened Yunlai Restaurant in the capital."

Everyone froze for a moment, their eyes covered with astonishment.

For one thing, the number of times the National Teacher has impeached others can be counted on the fingers.

Secondly, it is tacit understanding that officials have shops and restaurants under their hands.

How can anyone impeach with so much sincerity?
How did the Marquis of Changchun offend the Master Guoshi who is indifferent to fame and fortune?
"Will you be convicted in Changchun?" the emperor said in a deep voice.

Marquis Changchun took a step forward and knelt on the Golden Luan Hall, "My minister is guilty."

This kind of trivial matter was poked in front of the emperor, and there was no way to justify it.

"The Marquis of Changchun has been fined for one year, as a warning to others."

"Thank you Lord Ron!"

After the court was over, Song Song, Marquis of Changchun, chased after him with his court clothes.

"Master National Teacher! Master National Teacher, please stay!"

(End of this chapter)