Zhang Yue and Huang Haoyi looked at each other and left silently.

The night breeze was slightly cool, Zhang Yue and Huang Haoyi were walking on the bustling streets of Bianjing.

The scene of the wedding banquet just now is still in my mind.

Zhang Yue said to Huang Haoyi: "How is it? Do you still envy Xiang Qi now?"

Huang Haoyi said: "I don't envy you, I don't envy you anymore. But having said that, Sanlang, what if you are Xiang Qidang?"

Zhang Yue thought for a while and said: "Silang, you might as well think about it, what if we don't study?"

"What else can I do if I don't study? The worst I can do is live in my hometown. Now that I think about it, life is better in my hometown."

Zhang Yue looked at the crescent moon at the top of Bianjing City and sighed: "There are three, six or nine levels of people. I call the status among people classes."

"For example, what do you do when your father does it? When your father feeds pigs, you feed the pigs; when your father is an official, you become an official? People will find that most people spend their busy lives just like their parents, or even worse. Some people make a fortune, and many

It will also disperse, that’s the truth.”

"In the peaceful era, there were only two ways to cross class, one was to study, and the other was to get married. For example, Xiang Qi was wronged today, but in the future he will definitely be successful in his official career with the help of his wife and family. I admire him from the bottom of my heart. Still
Chapter completed!