Yi'an Zhuge is not inferior to the great clan of the Menzhi'an clan in the world.
At the same time, the Zhuge family is also the most prosperous family today. A total of six people were brought into the Zhuge Mansion in Beijing this time, and now they left the city with the emperor and went to Hejing together.
Zhuge Ying was the third son of Mr. Zhuge's family and the seventh in the clan. He looked at the direction in which the two book boys were leaving and frowned.
"Do you think this is treasonous?" Wei Chaosheng, the only son of Taipingju's boss and a student at Dongping Academy, asked.
In the past, they were not only treasonous but did not dare to listen, but now, they should be silent.
Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to Zhuge Ying again.
"Lao Qi?" An Heyue called.
"Yeah." Zhuge Ying responded.
"Do you think it's treacherous?" An Heyue repeated Wei Chaosheng's words.
"No, it can't be done," Zhuge Ying said, "It's no longer a treason..."
"Then what I just said," An Heyue lowered her voice, "the world is right in front of us."
A very light word made many young people feel excited.
"When the emperor leaves the capital, hundreds of officials will leave with him. The capital will be in chaos. Public affairs will be the same, but private affairs will be different. Once the 'public' is broken, then anyone can fight for it..." An Heyue continued.
"More importantly," Wei Chaosheng said, "most of the eyes in the capital are now on Dongping Academy. This is fame... and the Zhuge family is the most deserving of it right now."
Zhuge Ying's heart was beating wildly, and there was hope and yearning in his eyes. However, yearning turned to yearning, and he understood how serious the matter they were discussing now was. It couldn't be just a few words, it was the wealth and life of the entire family.
"I, I can't fight," Zhuge Ying said.
"You don't have the courage." Wei Chaosheng said.
Zhuge Ying didn't like hearing this and frowned: "Then let you go to the Wei family. Doesn't your second uncle also have an official rank? No one knows that you live in peace in the capital, so you go and fight for it."
"Forget about my second uncle's official rank, he is not even qualified to leave the capital this time," Wei Chaosheng said, "If you don't fight, someone else will definitely fight for it. If there is a change of dynasty in the future, we might miss out on being the founding minister.
Opportunity."
"I'm not qualified either," An Heyue said. "Although my surname is An, my ancestor six or seven generations back is only slightly related to the Men Zhi'an family."
Several teenagers looked at Liang Jun, who was chewing osmanthus candy and said little.
Liang Jun stopped and looked at them.
"You usually have the most clever ideas, what do you think?" An Heyue said.
"What do I think?" Liang Jun shook his head, pointed towards the side room, and said, "What I think is important, what is important is what he thinks."
Everyone looked inside the house.
"Aren't you talking nonsense..." Wei Chaosheng muttered.
It was because Song Qingtang had the greatest merit this time. After this battle, he became famous all over the world, so they gathered here. However, this is one thing and another, but they also sincerely admire him.
None of them dared to stop the murderous soldiers and horses.
There was movement outside the courtyard gate, and they looked up.
Because Song Qingtang was too tired, Mr. Dahan specifically asked not to disturb anyone here, so a few of them sneaked in under false pretenses.
The door to the courtyard was pushed open, and he walked in with his sword in hand. He turned around and said, "...Yes, my young master is too tired. His injury is not bad. It may not be as serious as yours."
A thin and tall young man came in behind him, holding a green umbrella in his hand, wearing dark purple clothes with invisible elegant bamboo patterns, a long dark belt around his waist, and black satin boots. , steps steady.
Several young men in the courtyard looked at him curiously. Who could make the sword-holder next to Song Qingtang look so respectfully at him?
The young man also looked up and everyone was stunned.
The snow is pure white, and the young man's face is as smooth as jade, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a high bridge of nose. This is no longer enough to be described as "handsome", but stunning. Looking at it like this, it is like a giant.
Holding the sword, he was stunned when he saw several young men in the courtyard. He recognized Zhuge Ying and said, "Master Zhuge, why are you here?"
Zhuge Ying smiled and said: "Come and meet Brother Song, this is..."
"Oh, this is Mr. Shen." He introduced with his sword.
"Shen Langjun?"
Several young people looked at it, and An Heyue said, "Could it be Mr. Shen from the Zhou Mansion on Huaizhou Street, the Shen family of Yunliang?"
Hearing this, the young men's eyes became complicated and profound.
The reputation of the Shen family in Yunliang is not very good. The things Shen Shuangcheng did are enough to make people criticized for a long time. Now they are used by teahouse storytellers to laugh and entertain the diners. In future generations, they may be an article in Qiwen Yizhi. .
Moreover, I heard that this uneducated and sickly man, Shen Lie, had refused to study in the academy for some reason earlier. He had been in the capital for almost half a year and had never seen him show his face. Later, the academy refused to accept him. Instead, he He made his personal entourage run to the academy again and again, and even delivered eggs and desserts to the maids in the kitchen. It's embarrassing to even mention it...
However, according to rumors, he is quite stunning, and he is indeed good-looking, but he is suffering from a disease that makes him look different.
Seeing the faces of these young men, Zhijian murmured in his heart, fearing to embarrass Shen Lie, so he put a smile on his face and said: "Yeah, yes, my young master is still resting, and some of the gentlemen are there." What, why don’t you find another time to come over?”
An Heyue and Wei Chaosheng looked at each other and saw displeasure in each other's eyes. The boy's words made it clear that he wanted to drive them away, so why should Shen Lie be allowed in.
"It's okay, we are not afraid of the cold, you don't have to worry," Liang Jun said, "We are worried about Brother Song, and we don't feel relieved if we leave. We might as well just wait here for Brother Song to wake up. You don't have to worry about us. You can go about your business." "
Holding the sword and feeling depressed, what should he say?
Forget it, he was too lazy to care. He continued to lead Shen Lie to the side room as he liked.
The snowy field was empty, and the young men kept looking at Shen Lie.
When Shen Lie was about to pass by them, he glanced at them, still a light and lazy glance, without any emotional warmth, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.
After they entered, An Heyue whispered: "Why is he looking for Brother Song?"
"This boy is too polite to him." Wei Chaosheng said.
"That's right, it doesn't matter if he is better than us, but he may not be better to Brother Zhuge than he is to the Yunliang Shen family." An Heyue curled her lips.
"Could it be that the Guo family also has any arrangements and plans?" Wei Chaosheng followed closely.
"Is that so?" An Heyue blinked, "Isn't it said that the Guo family hates getting involved in government affairs?"
