The word "sweetness" should not be used here, so Zhang Liantang was shocked.

Xue Qing was not frightened. She had been hanging with these teenagers these days and was used to seeing them holding their shoulders and holding their backs and biting their ears... They had to correct these habits as much as possible and guide them slowly. She raised her hand to put them on Zhang Liantang's shoulder.

Zhang Liantang, who was about to retreat, was startled again.

Xue Qing said: "How? Are my handwriting bad?"

Zhang Liantang pulled her hand away, sat back, and said, "It's a bit weird." After saying that, he raised his chin and "Continue to write."

What's wrong? She has been practicing martial arts these days and her writing skills have improved much better. Maybe it's not so good for these ancient people. Xue Qing sat upright and continued to write.

Zhang Liantang did not sit aside and waited. Xue Qing quickly put down his pen and said, "I've finished writing." But Zhang Liantang didn't sit down to see him... She could only hang the paper slightly and hand it to him.

Zhang Liantang reached out to take it and said, "......? Who can pity the red and fragrant fragrance?..... Peach and plum trees will be released again next year. Who will know in the boudoir next year?" Niandao stopped here and was about to speak, but Zhang Shuangtong behind him sighed and said, "Good poem."

Zhang Liantang turned around and said, "When did you wake up?"

Zhang Shuangtong was still lying on the mat and stretched her waist, saying, "...When my daughter in the boudoir cherishes the evening of spring and feels sorrowful."

That's fine, Zhang Liantang thought to himself.

Zhang Shuangtong looked at him and said, "What's wrong? When did I wake up? What's wrong?"

Zhang Liantang said: "It's best to wake up at this time. I'll test you. Who is the author of this poem?"

Zhang Shuangtong rubbed his nose and sat up and said, "How can I know so many poems and lyrics? If you want to talk about opera lyrics, I can still remember them...but this is written by a woman."

Woman? Zhang Liantang couldn't help but look at Xue Qing. Xue Qing smiled and said, "Half-to-half-and-half-not-to-half-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not-not

Zhang Shuangtong looked at her and said, "What do you mean?"

Xue Qing said: "It was written by a man who pretended to be a woman."

The man pretended to ask a woman to kiss, and Zhang Liantang smiled.

Zhang Shuangtong laughed and said, "Have you not finished writing?"

Xue Qing nodded and said, "This poem has been written, but I can't remember the whole poem." After that, he looked at Zhang Liantang, and she meant that this poem was really not made by her.

Zhang Liantang smiled at her and nodded, so is it another secret? It was as confidential as drinking. He shook the paper with the poem in his hand and folded it into his sleeve, stood up and said, "Go farewell, you can continue to work hard."

Xue Qing waved his hand, and the cottage where she was alone fell into tranquility. The sun was bright in the afternoon and the mountain wind was gentle. Although the eunuch Zongzhou showed his fangs to Chang'an City, as she said, there were government laws and national rules above and family rules of aristocratic families below. How to solve the problem and deal with it is far from what she, a young boy who lives under others, could control it.

The adults and the lords are too far away for her. All she can do and needs to do is study well and work hard to be a teacher.

When Zhang Liantang returned home, he naturally went to greet Mr. Zhang first. When he arrived in the yard, he saw several uncles and uncles coming in. It was obvious that he wanted to discuss the matter... What he said at this time should be Zong Zhou's affairs.

Zhang Liantang stood still and his father frowned in displeasure. Old Master Zhang put down the teacup and saw it, and said, "Want to hear it?"

Zhang Liantang smiled and replied, "The society is also talking about it privately."

Old Master Zhang said: "What do the students say?"

Zhang Liantang said: "The students said they should have smashed Lord Zong's door."

Old Master Zhang laughed, and several masters of the Zhang family frowned and said, "The children at home are all reminding you not to cause trouble these days."

Old Master Zhang waved his hand and said, "No, no, this matter will not start."

Everyone in the room looked at him, obviously he just learned the news.

"...The Wu family won't pursue it?"

Mr. Zhang said: "The Wu family will die tomorrow, and Mrs. Wu died of illness and the heat and heat are poisonous."

Master Zhang snorted and said, "I know that I can't stand up if I kneel in Shuangyuan."

Old Master Zhang said, "It's not his fault. Zong Zhou cannot be messed with. This is not the first time he has been doing this, but now he is still stable."

Zhang Liantang thought of what Xue Qing said, how long has this Lord Zong Zhou been a patrol envoy, and couldn't help but smile. This country boy is really not stupid.

"Does he kill people everywhere?" a man frowned, "Everyone can endure killing so many people?"

Old Master Zhang said: "First, there is no evidence, second, those who tried to sue him were eventually investigated by the government. All the great cause has been passed down to the point where everyone has to investigate. How can we not find out some things? In the end, there will be bankruptcy at the very least, and at the worst, it will be beheaded and exiled. Although it seems that it has nothing to do with Zong Zhou, there will be no wind and waves."

The indoor is quiet for a moment.

"This Zhou Dynasty is just a eunuch. Even if the queen mother is deeply trusted, the empress dowager in the court is not arbitrary." Master Zhang said.

Eight years ago, the emperor ordered the Grand Princess to be the crown prince, and the empress was in charge of the government. After the death of the Grand Princess and the empress, the imperial concubine also followed the little prince as the queen. However, the status of the imperial concubine was obviously not as good as that of the empress. Three of the five ministers of destiny did not obey her. The empress dowager was even driven back to the palace last year and lost the right to go to court.

Such a queen mother cannot protect such a lawless and domineering eunuch. She must have a backer in the court. Who is the backer?

Old Master Zhang was silent for a moment and said, "Song Yuan."

"Can he, a minister of the Ministry of Rites in Song and Yuan dynasties do this?" someone asked in surprise.

Old Master Zhang looked at him and said, "What's impossible for Song Yuan to achieve such a status as an innkeeper?"

Mr. Zhang's eyebrows were beating and he said, "It's not that Song Yuan was hurt..."

Before he could finish his words, Old Master Zhang held his eyebrows and sniffed. This sound made everyone in the room tremble. Old Master Zhang's face turned red and lowered his head and knelt down.

Mr. Zhang looked at Mr. Zhang and said, "Why did Mr. Wu kneel down in Shuangyuan? That's because the Wu family once took a wrong step and said a wrong sentence. The Wu family still looks the same outside but actually loses confidence inside. You don't want to kneel down like Mr. Wu, so be careful when speaking and doing things."

Master Zhang and everyone in the hall responded respectfully.

Zhang Liantang also leaned over and saluted, but what was circling in his heart was Mr. Zhang's words, "What did Song Yuan harm? Did he harm people?"

who?

...........

After another night, Xue Qing saw the busyness at the city gate again, and the carriages and horses were still in panic, but the difference was that the last time was in the evening, this time it was early morning, the last time it was from the inside of the city to the outside of the city, and this time it was from outside of the city to the inside of the city. It was really terrible. The little people had the terrible people, and the big people had the terrible people. It was never easy to live.

Xue Qing carried a basket and went through the city gate through the gaps between the carriages and horses to run towards the Shexue.

In the early morning, mist was spreading around Shuangyuan Lake, and the sound of silences and drums were heard on the small islands in the lake, making it even more vague.

Zong Zhou stood solemnly beside the bamboo forest by the lake, listening quietly. The lake wind tilted his robe from time to time, revealing his white inner clothes.

"Sir, I've handed all the posts." A red-robed servant walked quickly and knelt down on one knee to hold up a thick tray of posts.
Chapter completed!