At the beginning of February, Quan Ce's health gradually improved, and he entered the palace to meet Empress Wu Xieen, but saw that it was Xie Yaohuan sitting in the position of the living room.

Empress Wu asked Quan Ce, "Do you still want to be a Feng woman again?" ”

Quan Ce didn't dare to say again, "The official position is a public weapon, I have resigned, I dare not be greedy, if it causes imitation, it is a great crime to be rash."

Empress Wu smiled and asked again, "Who can succeed Julang?" ”

Quan Ce hesitated and did not dare to answer.

"I asked you, and your answer was, "The Empress Wu is displeased."

"The minister is willing to recommend two people for the queen of heaven, and the queen of heaven can be hired on the basis of merit" Quan Ce is still cautious, "one is to supervise the imperial history Zhang said, and the other is Lintai Zhengzi Chen Ziang" Quan Ce said two people, Zhang said that it was the head of the system, Chen Ziang is also the head of the system, Jane is in the back of the heart, Zhang said that he was praised by the boss Fengge Sheren Wang Jiao, and he was once a standby candidate for him to serve as a living room, and he recommended these two people, selflessly.

Empress Wu smiled even more, left the couch, came to him, and naturally asked, "I heard that you have a new concubine, and your injuries have healed, have you ever had the joy of bed?" ”

Quan Ce's cheeks were flushed, and he shook his head again and again, "Minister, the minister is still young, he shouldn't know Fengyue early" has been a virgin for two lifetimes, Quan Ce is very used to it, and his body is sixteen years old, it is the high school stage, and it is not suitable for early love.

"Hehehe" Empress Wu laughed heartily, "A talented man is a real talent, but he is a ruthless one, you are afraid that you will hate a lot of boudoir guests"

"The queen of heaven blames that the minister is frivolous and reckless, and he loses his composure" The right policy was seriously reviewed, "The minister has always intended to practice martial arts diligently, and dominate the field, but the horizontal knife is not used satisfactorily, I heard that there is a Persian long knife in the palace, and I dare to ask the queen of heaven to give it"

Empress Wu's expression suddenly turned cold, "Quan Ce, the mind is too heavy, but it will damage Shouyuan"

Quan Ce hurriedly knelt down, his face innocent, "The minister doesn't dare, the minister is indeed selfish, it's just that the scholars of Hanlin are in love, the prosperous Shilin, the literary style is prosperous, the minister is young, he doesn't dare to be frivolous, he has to study hard, really, he is overwhelmed"

"Poof" dared to be so bold, only Shangguan Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled, she and Quan Ce faced the same situation, but she enjoyed it, weighing the world's talents, this is the greatest pleasure of a woman in the era of male superiority and inferiority.

The color of the martial queen turned a little dark, and she turned into disgust, "It turned out that you wanted to be lazy, the Persian knife you said, you can choose it from the arsenal, and you can also think of the Hanlin bachelor who dances with guns and sticks."

"Thank you to the queen of heaven" Quan Ce is overjoyed, he doesn't want to see that other people's poems are true, and it is also true to deliberately hide the edge, so he made up his mind that he would never open the door of plagiarism until he had to.

Quan Ce returned to his home with the imperial Persian long knife, and the guards at home sweated like rain every day, and the effect was immediate.

In mid-February, Empress Wu ordered the superintendent of the imperial history Zhang Shuo to be the living lang, and returned to Chang'an from the eastern capital on the same day, accompanied by hundreds of civil and military officials, and the right to take a three-day leave to slow down due to injury.

Quan Yi Luoyang Cheng was deposed, and Empress Wu did not mention letting him return to Chang'an, and the court also vaguely acquiesced, the reality that Princess Yiyang's Mansion settled in Luoyang, and the Chunguan Yamen arranged accompanying matters, without mentioning Princess Yiyang's Mansion.

In Renhefang, Quan Ce sits on the verandah on the second floor of a teahouse, sipping a teacup, with a wide view of the place and overlooking an entire street.

Behind him stood Quan Li, he was the owner of this teahouse, but he didn't know why he wanted to buy this business, it was Quan Zhong's order, he was ordered to do things, and when he returned to Quan Ce, he straightened his position.

"Da Lang, the location of the teahouse here is excellent, but the profit is not abundant, the small one intends to bring in a few talking books, and then invite a few Lingnan tea masters, so that the guests can chew more in the store, I don't know what Da Lang wants?" In terms of management, Quan Li's mind is very bright, and the difference between him and Quan Zhong is in a word of loyalty, which is not to the right family, but to the right to the individual, after all, it can be used and not credible.

"You can call the shots" Quan Ce didn't talk about it, and his eyes swept over the door of a mansion downstairs from time to time.

Seeing this, Quan Li quietly retreated.

With a squeak, the black lacquer door opened, first drove out of a carriage, followed by a middle-aged man, and then walked out of a noblewoman, holding a boy, the servant put the pedal, the noblewoman helped the man to get on the car, the carriage started, she also followed a few steps, the situation was extremely attached, the carriage went away, the noblewoman leaned over and wiped her mouth for the boy, said a few words, the mother and son held hands and went back to the house, the door did not go out, and the second door did not step.

Quan Ce drank all the tea in the cup, slowly walked downstairs, many tea guests with their hands free, their eyes were shining, on the street outside the door, or squatting or standing, gathered a lot of ruffians and hooligans, as long as he moved his fingers, this mansion could be on fire in an instant, and then it was robbed, and the mother and son would disappear mysteriously.

Quan Ce went out and got on the horse, the Jedi and Shazha Fu followed closely and got on the horse, the sound of the horse's hooves was far away, and after a while, Shazha Fu turned back and conveyed a four-word instruction, "Protect them"

Quan Ce did not return home, but went to the nearby Yishui, the river is wide and deep, there are six ferries on both sides of the river, and the two Fang cities of Renhe and Xuanhe next to it are mostly inhabited by officials and merchants, and Fu Hui wants to make a painting boat on this river.

"Lang Jun, the slave has thought about it, go back to Chang'an with you" Fu Rui snuggled up to Quan Ce, looking much more relaxed, after Quan Ce was injured, he took her to meet her parents, Quan Yi didn't say much, just reprimanded Quan Ce a few words, but Princess Yiyang was very cold, and was dissatisfied with her background and involvement in Quan Ce's injury, "The slave was born from a humble background, and was not liked by Aunt Weng, and he will live in Beppu in the future and serve Lang Jun well, and his wish is enough"

"Furui, although my family is called a relative of the emperor, it is actually in an embarrassing situation, and there are many unspeakable things" Quan Ce did not elaborate, "Parents, don't worry, see people's hearts over time, they will eventually accept you"

"The slave also knows" Fu Hui's cheeks were rosy, "the best way is to give Lang Jun children, but, Lang Jun ......" Quan Ce told her that when he was young, he had half Buddha and half Tao, and a person wearing a Confucian crown told his fortune, and before the age of 18, he could not lose his child's body, and his birth was March 15, and he was only 16 years old, and there were two years to wait.

"Ahem" Quan Ce got up and said to him, "This painting boat is very well arranged, if you hang some red lanterns around the hull, it must be even more eye-catching......"

Fleur rolled her eyes and sneered, put her hands on his arms, rested her head on his shoulders, and let him point fingers, but did not answer.

At dusk, Quan Ce returned home, but saw the second brother Quan Zhu in the Weiming Courtyard, holding the hands of Zhu Ping'an, a two-year-old child of the Zhu family, step by step, teaching him to walk, and whispering, "Ping'an Lang, you have to be brave, take a bigger step" The words did not fall, and he fell to the ground with a stumbling stump, and Zhu Ping'an also fell to the ground, and the servants on both sides swarmed up.

The little sister Quan Xiao sat obediently on the brocade pier, surrounded by mothers-in-law and maids beside her, her big black eyes turned around, showing some disgust, waving her hands twice, babbling in her mouth, as if she was mocking the two stupid people.

Quan Ce waited and watched, not feeling intoxicated.