The Prime Minister's Darling

Chapter 321: 175 God-level Green Tea (one more update)

Gu Changqing won so much money that his hands were worn out.

The old lady originally intended to find a sucker to drain his wallet, but she ended up losing everything herself.

She held her little empty purse, wishing she could howl at the sky–

Little empty purse: I finally managed to grow a few strands of hair, and they’re all being rubbed away by you!

Gu Changqing was like a child who had done something wrong behind his parents’ back, the excitement of winning still present on his chilly handsome face.

No wonder his brothers loved playing so much, it really was fun.

Of course, what he enjoyed was the process, not the silver gained from winning.

He had arrived empty-handed, which was embarrassing enough. How could he simply take away their money?

But, the old lady was a gambler with standards.

She could afford to win and lose, and she resolutely refused to accept Gu Changqing’s returned bets!

Gu Changqing thought for a moment, and used the silver to make New Year’s money for the children.

Looking at the crushed silver in her hand, Gu Jiao murmured doubtfully, “Do I get some, too?”

“Hmm.” Gu Changqing nodded.

In his eyes, Gu Jiao and Gu Yan were of the same age, both children, if Gu Yan got some, then naturally she should as well.@@novelbin@@

Gu Jiao, who was always the one giving New Year’s money to her family, for the first time received New Year’s money from someone else.

The bulk of this silver actually came from the old lady, she had bet the most today and lost the most.

Although she also received a red envelope from Gu Changqing, it was far from covering her losses.

The old lady went back to her room to sharpen her kitchen knife, it was time to plunder the secret stash of money again!

The old sacrificial priest on the carriage suddenly shivered, feeling a chill down his spine!

The old friend the sacrificial priest brought Xiao Liulang to visit was named Feng, a former third-rank official of Honglu Temple, comparable in rank to the sacrificial priest of the Guozijian. But if it was about gaining the Emperor’s favor, the sacrificial priest had the edge.

The sacrificial priest was adept at the crafty tactics of officialdom, skillfully suppressing opponents and pleasing the Emperor, while making the Emperor believe that he was genuinely studious.

Truly profound!

Old Feng was a true scholar who devoted himself to academia.

Honglu Temple was the Foreign Affairs Department of the Zhan Country, and Old Feng managed to secure the position of Temple Chief based on his abilities. He was proficient in the languages of six countries and the dialects of more than thirty ethnic minorities, hence a treasure in the field of linguistics.

His achievements far exceeded these, which could not be completely enumerated in three days and three nights.

However, he was too straightforward and too simple-minded, not suitable for the Machiavellian world of officialdom.

One year, he was maligned and nearly pinned with the crime of being a traitor, it was the sacrificial priest who managed to save him. But, both he and the sacrificial priest deeply realized that officialdom was not for him.

Hence, he resigned his position and devoted himself to studying at home.

He had traveled across the glorious mountains and rivers of the six countries, ventured to the farthest deserts, and climbed the most dangerous gobi.

His life was very poor. In order to make ends meet, his wife had to pawn her dowry.

To Zhan Country, he was a blessing and a fortune, but for his wife, being married to such a man was a lifelong sorrow.

Old Feng did have children, three in fact. However, they were all mediocre. Of course, it might also be because Old Feng was too engrossed in his own studies and neglected to cultivate his children.

Old Feng felt that his time was running out, so he wrote a letter to the old sacrificial priest asking him to find a suitable successor.

The old sacrificial priest thought for a long time and brought Xiao Liulang along.

Old Feng was paralyzed in bed, his throat hoarse. “Brother, you’re here?” He said upon hearing footsteps.

The old sacrificial priest said to Xiao Liulang, “You wait for me outside for a bit.”

Xiao Liulang complied.

The old priest walked into the room, “Aye, here I am. How are you feeling today?”

Old Feng could barely talk, speaking was difficult for him, yet his complexion was rosy. “Much better.”

The old priest sat down in the chair next to the bed, “I think so too, in a couple of days, you should be able to get out of bed!”

Old Feng slightly shook his head, “My time is near, I am well aware.”

The old priest sighed inwardly. It was clear to anyone, when a person who could barely speak suddenly regained his spirit, what does this signify?

“Did you… bring the person?” Old Feng asked.

“Yes, I brought him, he is my disciple.” The old sacrificial priest glanced at him, “This time, it was with a heavy heart that I gave up my disciple.”

“Is it the one surnamed Li?” Old Feng waved his hand, “No, no, too old.”

Old priest: Not him, are you still being picky? Who is older here, you or him?

Headmaster Li really wasn’t old, not yet forty and at the prime of his life.

Even though the one the old priest brought was his junior disciple, his senior disciple had been rejected by Old Feng, he couldn’t help but retort, “What, you want to find someone young enough to squeeze water out of?”