Beijing.

In a room in the Zhongyong Hou Mansion.

Zi Yan was sitting on a chair, with the table in front of her filled with dossier materials from all over the world.

She looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but stretch out her hands, close her eyes, and rub her eye sockets with her fingers to relieve the fatigue of her eyes.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Zi Yan knew who was knocking on the door.

"I'm back from England."

Luo Xingchen took off his outer coat and hung it on the hanger.

"What did Zhao Shang say?" Zi Yan raised her head and asked.

"The British prince Zhao Shang is short of money. He wants to get rid of a batch of antique calligraphy and paintings..."

Luo Xingchen was not surprised that Zi Yan called Zhao Shang by his first name.

Zi Yan basically doesn't like these nobles who rest on their laurels.

"If the price is right, you can buy it." Zi Yan said directly.

"That's what I think...but there are other problems." Luo Xingchen frowned.

"what is the problem?"

"The antique calligraphy and paintings not only belong to the British Duke Zhao Shang, but also most of them belong to the Supreme Emperor..."

"Does the Emperor know about this?"

"Informed."

"Then why are you hesitating? Ask someone to evaluate the price and let Shen Biyu do it."

"Okay, I'll go find her tomorrow."

Luo Xingchen didn't need to go into too much detail, or even tell Zi Yan the reason why he wanted to acquire this batch of goods. This was the benefit of getting along with smart people.

"By the way, since you have contacted Zhao Shang, find an opportunity to talk to him and ask him to cooperate with us in doing something." Zi Yan said.

"I've already told him, and he agreed to help me. The first thing he does is to contact Tanglin Academy to hold a poetry meeting in the next few days."

"Yes, you are now better than the old."

Zi Yan was quite satisfied with Luo Xingchen's performance. He was smarter than she thought. It was amazing that he could figure out how to use the energy of the British public Zhao Shang to do things without her making any arrangements in advance.

"Master taught me well." Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

Zi Yan once taught Luo Xingchen many things, so in a sense, she was Luo Xingchen's master.

However, Zi Yan can call herself that, but she doesn't want Luo Xingchen to call her that.

"You should call me sister, don't call me master, call me old." Zi Yan said, stretched out, her figure was curvy, graceful and full of charm.

"Sister Ziyan is unparalleled in her grace and will never grow old." Luo Xingchen leaned on the seat.

"Your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter now. Okay, boy, I'll give you this booklet."

Zi Yan pulled out a book from the pile of books and threw it in front of Luo Xingchen.

"What kind of booklet is this?"

Luo Xingchen took a glance and found that there was not a single word on the cover.

"Read it yourself." Zi Yan continued to read the documents, but she had no time to explain to him.

When Luo Xingchen saw that Zi Yan was ignoring him, he picked up the book and opened it to read.

The inside is not written with a brush, but with a hard pen.

This hard pen requires special black ink or blue ink.

He remembered that his mother had a name for this kind of hard pen, which was called a fountain pen.

But in the end, it was still called a hard pen to distinguish it from the brush that uses soft bristles as the tip.

This was not easy to handle, and it took the Science and Technology Garden a long time to truly mature the technology.

Because it is difficult to make, it is expensive, and not many people actually own hard pens.

Luo Xingchen looked at the booklet carefully and soon got in depth.

This booklet records many of Zi Yan's own unique skills, including some of Zi Yan's martial arts skills, the art of disguise, the art of poisoning, and even political strategies, insights on war, etc...

It's just that the book is incomplete, it's just the first volume.

"That's all? Are there any more?" Luo Xingchen flipped through a total of more than thirty pages and finished them quickly.

"I haven't written it yet. I've been busy recently and haven't had time to write...Besides, isn't this enough for you to learn?" Zi Yan glanced at him sideways.

"That's enough. These little stories about power and intrigue are really interesting to watch. I want to read a few more." Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

"We'll talk about it later, not now!"

Zi Yan put down the book in her hand and said slowly: "Okay, tomorrow, I will take you to a place to do a big thing."

"What's the big deal?" Luo Xingchen suddenly became nervous. In Zi Yan's mouth, it was called a big deal. What could possibly reach this level?

"Just follow me and don't ask anything else. Could I still harm you?" Zi Yan's lips raised.

"Okay, Sister Ziyan, you have the final say." Luo Xingchen could only say.

…

Early the next morning, while Luo Xingchen was still sleeping, there was a knock on the door.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was still dark outside and the sun had not risen yet.

Last night, Zi Yan, who was free, taught him some martial arts skills and guided him in training. He worked until very late, and all the muscles in his body were sore.

I thought I could sleep a little longer, but I didn't expect Zi Yan to knock on the door so early.

"Get up, wait for me." Luo Xingchen shouted as he got up.

"Hurry up, I'll wait for you in the wing."

After a while, Luo Xingchen, who had finished washing up and ate a few steamed buns, followed Zi Yan out the door.

Riding on the horse, Luo Xingchen yawned, squinted and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the north of the city." Zi Yan said calmly.

"Why are you going to the north of the city?"

Luo Xingchen ran a few thoughts through his mind, thinking about what was special about the north of the city, but he couldn't think of anything.

"You'll understand when you get here." Zi Yan deliberately kept it secret and didn't say anything.

Luo Xingchen had no choice. Sometimes Zi Yan's temper was so bad that no one except her mother Yang Ruoqing could make her tell the truth.

Along the way, Luo Xingchen kept his mouth shut and did not speak. This morning the sun had not yet risen, and it was the coldest time of the day...

This year's winter in Beijing has been particularly cold, with few pedestrians on the road and only the crisp sound of horse hooves echoing on the streets.

Fortunately, Zi Yan took the main roads and not those remote paths. Otherwise, Luo Xingchen still wouldn't know what shameful thing Zi Yan wanted to do.

Until, the speed of the little red horse under Zi Yan became slower and slower, and Luo Xingchen was sure that they were almost reaching their destination.

In this direction, there was only one famous place in his memory.

That is Bailudong Academy, one of the four major academies in Beijing.

Although it is said to be one of the four major academies, in fact, the other three major academies combined cannot compare to Dongling Academy's branch in the capital, let alone Dongling Academy's headquarters in Jiangnan.

Everyone says that there are four famous scholars in the world, and Dongling Academy has three of them.

This is the reality that Dongling Academy can dominate the world and is unparalleled.

Bailudong Academy, the archway outside looks quite dilapidated, and the red paint has peeled off in many places.
Chapter completed!