Every morning, it has become a routine for Yan Yan to review Xue Bai's posts.
With a serious expression on her young face, she took the scroll and opened it seriously.
"Pangu opened the sky, and the heaven and earth were divided into four continents. Off the coast of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there are mountains of flowers and fruits in the sea, and there are fairy stones on the top. Feeling the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, they gave birth to a fairy fetus, and suddenly a monkey burst open..." p>
Seeing this, Yan Yan's eyes lit up and she felt that today's post was much more interesting than before. Glancing back, she saw that the scroll was also much longer.
"Brother has made some progress."
She said calmly and methodically: "Articles are like beauties. When the flesh and bones are even, wouldn't you see that Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" uses half a couplet to describe the terrain and scenery, and is decorated with parallel figures and algae, with gorgeous diction? My brother's writing seems to be like
He’s just skinny, I’ll teach him how to write parallel prose in the future.”
"Okay."
Xue Bai could not think of any more strange stories, but he thought of Tang Xuanzang from the title of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and then thought of the story of the stone monkey.
With the sound of footsteps, Yan Zhenqing walked into the hall and said casually: "I have free time today. Let me take a look at your progress."
Yan Yan was feeling proud when she saw her grandpa come in. She quickly wanted to put the story scroll away to prevent her little calculations from being seen through.
Xue Bai had already taken out another scroll and handed it to Yan Zhenqing.
"Please ask the teacher to take a look."
Yan Zhenqing opened the scroll and looked at it, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.
"There is a Bole in the world, and then there is a thousand-mile horse..."
Yan Yan couldn't help but feel strange when she heard this.
She is most aware of Xue Bai's literary skills. If poetry is occasionally inspired, how can he write such a melancholy, concise and refined article?
This brother really has a secret.
Rolling her eyes, she was about to investigate quietly, but Yan Zhenqing already said: "You guys go down."
"Let's go." Wei Yundang took Yan Yan's hand and turned back to the backyard.
Yan Yan had no choice but to go back to the boudoir and immediately read the story of the stone monkey. When she saw that the monkey wanted to worship Patriarch Bodhi as his teacher, she thought it was borrowed from the story of her brother's own apprenticeship, which was interesting.
But I don’t know if the ancestor will agree... I push the scroll again, but it has already been extended to the end, and the last column only has the word "to be continued".
~~
In the lobby, Yan Zhenqing put away the scroll and said with a straight face: "Are you causing trouble again?"
"Why did the teacher say that?"
"Who is the teacher? Who is asking?"
Xue Bai then replied: "The student has been keeping to himself recently, reading and writing every day, occasionally asking for advice from distinguished friends, and has not caused any trouble."
Yan Zhenqing actually sees this, and Xue Bai's life seems to be peaceful and peaceful recently.
But the big disturbance brewing in the court must be related to this son.
"You still dare to argue that the Salt Law is not just a matter of making suggestions for Yang Wei?"
"It turns out that this is what the teacher said." Xue Bai asked again: "But there is a result?"
"You know it in your heart." Yan Zhenqing gently tapped the scroll sent by Xue Bai.
Xue Bai asked: "Does the teacher want to know more, or did Fang Gong ask the teacher to ask?"
"What's the difference?"
Xue Bai had been observing Yan Zhenqing for a while. At this time, he thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.
"The difference is that the student was buried alive by Donggong. There are some things that he doesn't want Donggong to know about..."
Yan Zhenqing's frown deepened as he listened.
Finally, Xue Bai said: "Therefore, students seeking refuge with Yang Zheng are really a last resort to protect themselves. They also intend to bring down Li Linfu, and try to see if there is a possibility of reforming the mediocrity, and also slightly alleviate the contradiction between the DPRK and China."
"Yang Zhen can protect you for a while, but what will happen in the future?"
"In the future?" Xue Bai knew that Yan Zhenqing, like Gao Lishi, did not belong to the East Palace Party, but did not want to see the throne turmoil, so he said: "Maybe the prince is just deceived by the traitors around him? For me, what is important is I want to become a useful person to the country. I believe that the prince is magnanimous and can always make the decision for me."
Yan Zhenqing sighed and was speechless for a long time.
There is no point in talking about the future now. His mind returned to the current matter, and he muttered: "Brother is wary of Yang Sui's rise to power, and you are taking advantage of it. Do you really think that Brother will not dare to touch you?"
"He must want to touch me." Xue Bai said: "That's why I came to ask the teacher for help today."
"I actually accepted a right and wrong person like you..."
Xue Bai quickly saluted and said: "Teacher, as long as he writes this "Horse Theory" in cursive with his left hand and keeps the matter secret, he can save the students."
Yan Zhenqing snorted coldly, stroking his long beard, but there was a proud look in his eyes.
This is the reason why he deliberately signed the painting "Han Yu" at that time.
He didn't think Xue Bai could write such an article, and he also had doubts about whether Han Yu was there, so he tested it out.
Sure enough, this investigation revealed that there was no such person behind Xue Bai.
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Fengweilou.
Since the branch is about to open, Daxi Yingying is quite busy.
She boarded the small pavilion, and when she turned around, she saw a group of people driving towards them. The leader was a man in his sixties who was wearing a red official robe and a beautiful beard. He was very majestic and hurried to the door to greet her.
"My daughter has met grandpa."
The person who came was Da Xixun, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel. In fact, he was not her biological father, but his adoptive father.
Da Xi Yingying was a prisoner since she was a child. She was bought by this adoptive father, raised and taught, and given to King Shou when she was fourteen years old. At that time, King Shou was still a strong candidate for the crown prince, so Li Linfu vigorously promoted Da Xi Xun. p>
"I have something to tell you."
"Yes."
Da Xi Yingying lowered her head and led Da Xi Xun into a private room.
"I heard that you betrayed King Shou?"
"My daughter didn't dare because she performed the dominoes with merit, and the saint gave her back the body deed..."
Before Da Xi Yingying finished speaking, Da Xi Xun had already spread his hands in front of her.
"Grandpa?"
"Write a deed of voluntary deeds and return it to King Shou."
"My daughter has told the right minister..."
"It was King Shou who met the right prime minister, and the right prime minister asked me to take care of it."
Da Xi Yingying closed her eyes and felt a little funny. After so many days, she thought that Li Xuan would not pursue the case anymore, but today she found out that he was locked up in the Ten Kings' House and he finally came out.<
/p>
She brought a pen and ink and wrote the deed again, knowing that Du Jin would know the conversation in this private room, and let's see if these people had the ability to redeem her again.
Watching Da Xixun, who was wearing a red official robe, leave, he saw Du Wulang rushing over happily holding a scroll and heading straight to the lobby.
Daxi Yingying was slightly confused and followed her.
I saw Du Wulang moving a table and hanging a scroll on the wall.
"Wulang, do you want help from the slave family?"
Du Wulang turned around and looked down. He saw the mountains and mountains of Da Xi Yingying gathered together. He panicked and almost fell down.
"No, no need." He quickly turned his back.
"Then the slave family helps the table." Da Xi Yingying did not leave, chatting leisurely with Du Wulang, "Wu Lang seems to have been avoiding the slave family?"
"Ah? Is there any? I've been really busy lately."
"Well, everyone in the Nu family has heard about it. Wu Lang advocated for justice and won the re-examination for everyone. Who in Chang'an City doesn't know your name?"
Da Xi Yingying's voice is soft and charming, and her compliments can make people feel numb all over.
Du Wulang's hand hanging the scroll was a little messy.
"Wow."
The long scroll was rolled out, and it was a wild piece of writing. The handwriting was flying and rushing, showing the majesty of a famous writer.
Da Xi Yingying's eyes lit up, and he looked around, silently reading this horse story, feeling filled with emotion and surprise. Looking at the signature again, it turned out to be Han Yu.
"Another masterpiece by Han Gong?"
"Exactly." Du Wulang finally hung up the scroll and said proudly: "Mr. Han wants to use this article to congratulate uncle Guo for taking on an important position!"
Da Xi Yingying was stunned, she couldn't believe that such important news would fall into her ears like this.
It was this information that Li Linfu tried every means to find out; Xue Bai didn't fully trust her yet, so he only gave her some unimportant information to reveal.
As for the Du Li in front of her, he seemed dumbfounded, but he was actually dumbfounded, but he always surprised her when she looked down on him.
"Does Wu Lang know Mr. Han?" Da Xi Yingying asked softly.
She is not doing it for Li Linfu or Xue Bai, but for herself, because the more control she has, the more valuable she is and the more she can protect herself.
Du Wulang didn't answer, he just smiled stupidly at the wall and said, "You've heard about it too, right? Gong Han's plan is going to come true."
Da Xi Yingying's eyes lit up and asked: "Wulang trusts the Nu family. Has the Nu family ever helped Wu Lang?"
"This..."
Du Wulang couldn't bear her affectionate questions, and he became more and more afraid to look at her. He slowly squatted down and prepared to get off the table, but her hands supported him.
The aroma entered his nose, and his ears immediately felt hot, as if they were burning.
When Da Xi Yingying saw the red ears, she knew that this young man was completely a young boy.
She rolled her eyes and suddenly hooked her foot towards the table leg.
"Oops."
With a sound, the two fell to the ground hugging each other.
Du Wulang felt a ball of softness under his body, as if falling from the clouds, and he immediately fell into a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but he heard a soft moan in his ears before he realized what he was doing. He looked down and saw where his hands were pressing, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"Want to pinch it?" Da Xi Yingying seemed to be teasing him, biting her red lips lightly.
"What?"
"Pinch?"
Du Wulang's face turned red immediately, he stood up quickly, and suddenly disappeared.
Da Xi Yingying couldn't help but laugh. She stood up and straightened her clothes, with a look in her eyes.
However, when he turned his head, he saw Du Jin standing on the steps with his arms folded, looking at her coldly.
"Second Mother."
Daxi Yingying suddenly panicked, Wanfu said: "I just..."
"Tell Ge Nu the truth." Du Jin said lightly, "Your life is still in our hands."
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"What? Han Yu?"
Li Linfu stood up and took a few steps, then he suddenly realized that he had a way to break the situation in his mind.
"Is there any copying? You have to see this person's handwriting with your own eyes."
"Returning to your right minister, the spirit of Han Yu's cursive writing is beyond the imitation of ordinary craftsmen." Da Xi Yingying handed over a scroll, "The original work shows the handwriting of a famous artist."
Li Linfu took it and looked at it for a while, then murmured: "The true identity can only be determined by seeing the original work."
"Then...did the slave family secretly bring the scroll?"
"No."
Li Linfu hesitated slightly and said: "I will go to Fengwei Tower to see it myself."
"Right phase?"
"Go down."
Li Linfu drove Da Xi Yingying away, thinking that since he could not go to Jinwu quietly and go there with great fanfare, he might have to disguise himself and travel incognito.
However, I have never taken such a risk in the past ten years, but today I just want to see a picture of words?
If you can't identify Han Yu through his handwriting, how can you win against him?
Thinking about this, Li Linfu looked at the official robes on his body, and finally made a decision to suppress this disaster from the beginning...
~~
At dusk, the small pavilion in the backyard of Fengwei Building.
"I know, go ahead."
Daying Xixi was a little curious as to why Du Jin hid behind the screen to receive her, but after telling her the news, she retreated.
The door was closed, and the sound of conversation sounded in the small attic.
"Ge Nu actually wants to come in person."
Xue Bai said: "He is more cautious this time."
Du Jin smiled and said: "In other words, if I want to kill him, this is a good opportunity that I haven't had in ten years."
"What we did to kill him is to make progress, not to go to jail."
"You won't be in danger this time, right?"
Xue Bai's voice was calmer than before, and he said: "What does the temple turmoil have to do with me? I obviously didn't do anything. I just read, practice calligraphy and write articles every day."
"Yeah."
"I've recently been learning from General Gao's tactics and taking advantage of the situation to influence the overall situation, as if I was on the outside. What do you think?"
"It's not like that."
"What's different about it?"
"..."
After a while, Xue Bai's breath became less calm.
The two figures behind the screen looked graceful, and the screen began to shake.
Xue Bai felt the touch in his palm with his heart, and suddenly a thought occurred to him. He actually knew some things all along, but he just thought it was too ridiculous.
Now that I think about it, maybe it’s not ridiculous, but maybe I’m not integrated enough into the Tang style?
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As the dusk drums sound, people who have worked hard all day are reluctant to go home again.
Xue Bai and the Du brothers and sisters rode horses and walked under the sunset. The surrounding scenery was peaceful, just like "in the evening spring breeze, the fragrance of clothes is floating all over the road."
But few people know that they have already laid out a small conspiracy.
If the Chunwei re-examination is for fame and cliques, this time it is for giving yourself a strong backer. If you want to have a smooth official career, these are all indispensable...
"I respect myself for once today." Du Wulang said suddenly.
"Really?"
"Today I realized that it is really difficult for a man to respect himself, but I admire you even more."
"No need, I often can't do it."
"I understand." Du Wulang sighed, looked at his hands, and said: "This kind of will...of course not everyone can do it."
Xue Bai asked: "Have you received the invitation?"
"What invitation?"
"Li Heng is newly married."
"Why did he invite me?"
"Oh, you didn't receive it."
Du Wulang was surprised and asked: "Did you receive it?"
"Well, Chunwei and the four sons have received it and left."
"..."
Before arriving at Shengpingfang, Xue Bai turned west, thinking about why Li Heng invited them to the banquet.
Nowadays, there is a heated debate in the court about whether to appoint Yang Zheng and Pei Kuan to concurrently serve as the salt and iron commander, because it represents a large number of practical duties and huge benefits. Once Li Longji nods, it will completely change the pattern of the court.< /p>
This matter is not good for both the Right Prime Minister's Mansion and the East Palace. This force wants to take flesh from both of them.
"Wedding banquet? You can't join forces, right?"
Xue Bai suddenly pulled on the reins, feeling that his idea was a bit ridiculous... Li Linfu and Li Heng were fighting to the death, will they join forces to suppress this matter?
He looked back in the direction of Miyagi and thought about it carefully. After that, the surprise in his eyes disappeared and his brows relaxed.
Since everything has been arranged, what's the harm in letting them deal with it?