coobybook Chapter 230 Xu Jing's first match, Yuan Chao gets a slap in the face!
Chapter 230 Xu Jing's first match, Yuan Chao gets a slap in the face!
At a tea stall in Chang'an's West Market, the background music suddenly changed: the whirring sound of an automatic banknote counter was mixed in with the tremolo playing of a pipa.
Little Si choked while eating sunflower seeds: "Cough cough... Do you know what 'sending US dollar bills' means?"
Sanlang Zian swirled the teacup, creating a latte art effect: "What? Don't tell me it's some new Persian flying paper money?!"
Little Rhino grinned: "Haha! Giving away US dollar bills is abbreviated as 'giving away yuan notes'!"
At this moment, the chime bells and jade chimes played a waltz rhythm arranged by Xiao Si, and the roar of a money shredder drifted into the dark corner of the teahouse in Chang'an's ghost market...
Sanlang Zian sprayed a shower of sunflower seed shells: "Cough cough... What kind of music can't you appreciate!"
Xiao Si tossed the tea soup onto a Bitcoin chart that he could understand: "Could it be a new merit voucher for breaking free from quantum entanglement developed by the Zoroastrianism?"
Saburo slammed his hand on the table, overturning a Persian glass cup: "That's it! Sending US dollar bills is actually 'sending Yuan bills'!"
Little Si: "You scared me! Your reaction time was way too long..."
"That mischievous little devil who forced Grand Secretary Song to have the family genealogy engraved with an anti-counterfeiting watermark..."
Xiao Si gestured for him to lower his voice: "What Pixiu? More like a little loach. Yes, that unlucky little nephew who made Lao Jing change the family genealogy overnight..."
They arrived at the Ministry of Personnel's archives, where Zi'an, holding up a moldy scroll, exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Si, come quick! Song Yuanchao tucked a note with strange talismans on it into his job application three years ago!"
Xiao Si quickly stepped forward to take a look: a crooked $ symbol was drawn on the yellowed Xuan paper, with the note "Song Family Secret Wealth-Gathering Talisman" next to it.
She unfurled the scroll: "Retribution! Three years ago, Song Yuanchao actually used a gilded curse to arbitrarily alter his fate... In the end, he still couldn't reach it..."
Golden incantations, “Certified by the Federal Reserve in the Seventh Year of Tianbao,” float among the mold spots, while faded English annotations, “To the Commissioner of the National Audit Office,” are curled up in the corner.
Looking again at the Song family ancestral hall: Song Jing's hand, holding incense, trembled slightly: "Ancestors above, today we shall burn the memorial tablet sent by this distant wretch... He gave birth to a boy in vain, unaware that I have already usurped the official fortune of three generations."
The butler gestured for him to lower his voice: "Shh! Your Excellency, the back of this memorial tablet is engraved with 'Made in Mengzhu'..."
A piece of paper suddenly floated down from the sky, which read, "Congratulations to 'Song Yuanchao' for receiving the re-employment gift package—Presented by the Lingnan Lychee Association..."
Xiao Si, the head of the Imperial Observatory, had become a storyteller, striking the gavel to produce a synthesized electronic voice.
"To find out what happens next, please scan the QR code on the archway to watch the side story of 'How Jing Became an Anti-Corruption Lucky Star in a Parallel Tang Dynasty'!"
Suddenly, amidst the righteous and awe-inspiring sound of the guzheng, two comical notes of the suona drifted to the entrance of the Ministry of Personnel in Chang'an City...
Song Yuanchao took out a small bronze mirror to fix his hair: "Esteemed examiners, my maternal uncle's nephew's cousin is the current Prime Minister Song. Look at my face, I'm fit to be the magistrate of Luoyang, aren't I?" He shamelessly pulled out half a sesame cake with gold filling from his sleeve and stuffed it into the chief examiner's hand.
The examiner's pupils dilated in shock, and he secretly instructed, "Quickly pass this hot potato to Prime Minister Song!"
Before the morning court session in the Zichen Palace, Xiao Si, a junior official from the Imperial Observatory, scrambled forward carrying an astronomical chart, exclaiming, "Your Majesty! There was an unusual phenomenon in the Ziwei Enclosure last night!"
Sanlang Zian spat out a lychee seed: "Could it be that another comet has invaded the master's domain?"
Xiao Si trembled slightly: "It's even more terrifying than this! A blinding ominous star has appeared next to the Wen Chang star! I, your humble servant, have spent the entire night calculating—but I still can't figure it out!" Suddenly, three copper coins fell from her sleeve. "The celestial signs indicate that a righteous spirit is rising straight to the heavens in the court!"
Sanlang Zian: "Where is your mask, my dear minister?"
Xiao Si wiped his sweat: "Sigh, not to mention the mask, even the tortoise shell was confiscated by Prime Minister Song yesterday, saying that exceeding the standard for divination equipment constitutes embezzlement..."
Sanlang Zian comforted Xiaosi: "Jing will only be in this position for four years. Just bear with it, and by then there will be no tortoise shells left!"