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Xue Qing was not frightened, these days he was mixed in this group of teenagers, and he was used to seeing them hooking their shoulders and backs against their faces and biting their ears.... These habits should be corrected as much as possible, and slowly guided, she raised her hand and put it on Zhang Liantang's shoulder.

Zhang Liantang, who was about to retreat, was taken aback again.

Xue Qing said: "What? Is my handwriting bad?"

Zhang Liantang pulled her hand away, took a step back, and said, "It's a little weird." He lifted his chin and said, "Keep writing." ”

What's strange, these days of practicing martial arts, her level of writing is much better, maybe for these ancients, it's still not very good, Xue Qing sat up straight and continued to write.

Zhang Liantang didn't get close to sit on the side and wait, Xue Qing quickly put down the pen and said, "It's done." "But I didn't see Zhang Liantang sitting and watching.... She could only dry the paper slightly and hand it to him.

Zhang Liantang stretched out his hand and took it: "......? Who has mercy on the red incense?..... The peach and plum can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?" Reading Dao stopped here, and was just about to speak, when Zhang Shuangtong sighed behind him and said, "Good poem." ”

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

Zhang Shuangtong was still lying on the mat and stretching, while saying: ".... The daughter of the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow and no relief. ”

That's okay, Zhang Liantang said in his heart.

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

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, "Where do I know so many poems and lyrics, if you want to say the lyrics, I can still remember them..... But this was written by a woman. ”

Zhang Liantang couldn't help but look at Xue Qing, Xue Qing smiled and said, "Half to half is not right." ”

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

Xue Qing said: "It was written by a man pretending to be a woman's voice. ”

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

Zhang Shuangtong laughed, and said, "Haven't you finished writing?"

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

Zhang Liantang smiled at her and nodded, so is it a secret again? It's as secret as drinking, shook the paper in his hand and folded it into his sleeve, got up and said, "Farewell, you continue to work hard." ”

Xue Qing waved her hand, and the grass hall where she was left alone fell into silence, the afternoon was bright and the mountain breeze was slow, although this eunuch of Zongzhou showed his fangs to Chang'an City, but as she said, there are official laws and family rules of the scholar family, how to solve it and how to deal with it is far from being something that she, a young boy under the fence, can control.

Adults and power struggles are too far away for her, all she can do and do is study hard and work hard to be a teacher.

When Zhang Liantang returned home, he naturally went to greet Mrs. Zhang first, and just when he arrived in the courtyard, he saw that several uncles and uncles had come in, obviously to discuss things..... At this time, it should also be Zong Zhou's business.

Zhang Liantang stood still, his father frowned and waved his hand in displeasure, and the old lady Zhang put down the teacup and saw it, and said, "Want to hear it?"

Zhang Liantang responded with a smile and said, "There are also private discussions in social studies. ”

Mrs. Zhang said, "What do the students say?"

Zhang Liantang said: "The students said that they should have smashed the door of the sect. ”

Mrs. Zhang laughed, while several old men of the Zhang family frowned and said, "The children in the family have told them not to cause trouble these days." ”

Old lady Zhang waved his hand and said, "No, no need, this matter won't make trouble." ”

Everyone in the room looked at him, apparently just getting the news.

“... The Wu family is not pursuing it?"

Mrs. Zhang said: "The Wu family will be mourned tomorrow, and Mrs. Wu will die of illness and summer heat." ”

Master Zhang snorted and said, "I know that if you kneel in Shuangyuan, you won't be able to stand up." ”

Old lady Zhang said: "Don't blame him, Zong Zhou, this person can't be provoked, this is not the first time he has acted like this, but now he is still stable." ”

Zhang Liantang thought of what Xue Qing said about how long this Lord Zongzhou had been an inspector, and couldn't help but smile, this country boy is really not stupid.

"Does he kill people everywhere he goes?" said a man, frowning, "killing so many people, and everyone endures it?"

Old lady Zhang said: "First, there is no evidence, and secondly, those who tried to sue him were all counter-investigated by the government in the end, all of them were passed on to the present day, how can they not find out something, and in the end, they will be bankrupt, and at worst, they will be beheaded and exiled, although it seems that it has nothing to do with Zong Zhou, but there is no wind and no waves." ”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"This Zong Zhou is just a eunuch, even if the Queen Mother is relied on, but the court is not the Queen Mother's arbitrary. Master Zhang said.

Eight years ago, the emperor left the eldest princess as the prince, the queen listened to the government, after the death of the eldest princess and the queen, the concubine also accompanied the little prince like the queen to listen to the government, but the status of the concubine is obviously not as good as the queen, three of the five ministers did not obey her, and even last year the queen mother was driven back to the palace and lost the right to go to the court.

It is impossible for such a queen mother to protect such a lawless and domineering eunuch, there must be a backer in the court, who is the backer?

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

"Song Yuan, how can he do this as a waiter of the Ministry of Rites?" someone asked in surprise.

Old lady Zhang glanced at him and said, "Song Yuan and his post station can achieve such a status, what is impossible?"

Master Zhang's eyebrows were beating, and he said, "It's not that Song Yuan is harmed...."

Before he finished his words, Mrs. Zhang raised his eyebrows and stopped drinking, this sound made everyone in the room tremble, and Mr. Zhang's face turned red and lowered his head and fell to his knees.

Old lady Zhang looked at Master Zhang and said, "Why did Master Wu kneel down in Shuangyuan? That's because the Wu family once took a wrong step and said the wrong word, their Wu family is still on the outside, but they have no confidence inside, you don't want to be like Master Wu and you can't get up when you kneel, just pay attention to what you say and do." ”

Master Zhang and everyone in the hall responded respectfully.

Zhang Liantang also leaned over to give a salute, but what was circling in his heart was Master Zhang's words, what did Song Yuan harm?

Who?

........

Another night passed, Xue Qing once again saw the busyness of the city gate, the galloping carriages and horses were still panicked, but the difference was that the last time was in the evening, this time it was early in the morning, the last time was from the city to the outside of the city, this time it was from outside the city to the city, it was really terrible, the little people have the terrible of the little people, the big people have the terrible of the big people, it is never easy to live.

Xue Qing carried the basket and ran through the city gate through the gap in the carriage and horse towards the social school.

In the early morning, the mist at the waterside of Shuangyuan Lake is dispersed, and the small islands in the lake are faintly and flickering, and the sound of drums is coming, and it is even more trance Penglai Wonderland.

Zong Zhou stood quietly with his arms folded beside the bamboo forest by the lake, and the lake wind stirred his robe from time to time, revealing his plain white undershirt.

"My lord, the posts are all delivered. A red-robed attendant stepped forward, kneeling on one knee and holding aloft a tray of thick posts.

Zong Zhou didn't even look at it, his hand stroked a rabbit head in his arms one by one, and smiled: "That's good, how good." ”