Hearing Li Hongniang's sarcasm that she had Yanfu, Song Zheng smiled secretly, "Sister, how can I hear that there is a sour smell in your words, my people are here to serve you, if you want it, take it now." ”

"Flim Flam!" Li Hongniang snorted, "Okay, I don't need you to massage, go to Wen Shu, I asked someone to prepare a single room for you, the books you need burned down in the inn last night, I asked people to buy some, I don't know if it's right." ”

Pinching the soft and boneless fragrant shoulder, Song Zheng didn't let go for a long time, but his heart was inexplicably moved. After experiencing the turmoil in Mizhou and the great war in Licheng, Li Hongniang went from suspicion at the beginning to gradual trust, and cared for Song Zheng. That kind of love from the heart made Song Zheng feel warm.

Someone hurts, and it feels good, but it's a pity that Li Hongniang only regards herself as a "little guy", alas, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and Xiaolang still needs to work hard. Song Zheng smiled self-deprecatingly.

Lu Chun's matter is naturally something to say, not surprisingly, Li Hongniang is unwilling, Song Zheng's performance is too eye-catching, for fear that he will be plotted. After Song Zheng's repeated requests, Li Hongniang agreed and sent Hu Qiang and Zhu Jian to Song Zheng.

When Li Hongniang urged him to go to Wenshu again, Song Zheng sighed softly behind Li Hongniang's ear, and ran away without waiting for Li Hongniang to scold.

Li Hongniang's face was flushed, looking at Song Zheng's departing figure, and she whispered to herself for a while, "Little guy, my sister's rouge was bought by Xiaoyuan." Immediately, she spat on herself again, "Phew, what are you talking about!" ”

It's a pity that Song Zheng has already gone out.

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After the war, there was a rare silence tonight. Song Zheng also immersed his mind in the science book.

Science is also known as Neo-Confucianism and Taoism, in people's impressions, when it comes to science, it seems that everything is sanctimonious and rigid, so later generations often use "Mr. Taoism" to refer to a particularly pedantic style of thought.

Song Zheng naturally will not be so superficial, according to the original history, since science can form the mainstream thought of the Song Dynasty and even the Ming and Qing dynasties, it has its own extraordinary.

The science itself is a combination of Confucianism and Taoism, which mixed some Taoist views into Confucianism, and flourished during the reign of Jiayou in the Northern Song Dynasty (1056-1067). At that time, Wang Anshi's Xinxue, Sima Guang's Shuoxue, Su Shi's Shuxue, and Ercheng (Cheng Hao, Cheng Yi) brothers' Luoxue (including Zhang Zai's Guanxue) represented by the four major schools of science were formed. Song Jue, the father of Song Zheng, wrote "The Righteousness of Science", based on the doctrine of Zhou Dunyi in Ercheng and later, and absorbed the things of the other three factions to form an organic whole, trying to end the situation of opposing views of various factions, hence the name "Justice"! This book alone established Song Jue's status as the grandmaster of Confucianism.

What Huang Yuandu needs is a science with unified thoughts, and Song Jue is at the right time, so he can get Huang Yuandu's attention.

Thinking of this, Song Zheng couldn't help but glance at Huang Yuandu. To be able to seek the right to rule from the root of social thought is many times more clever than mere power tricks. Facing such an opponent, Song Zheng couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

What worries Song Zheng even more is that his performance this time must be known to Xiao Hui, and he may absorb himself into the military camp. Father should be regarded as a person on Huang Yuandu's side now, and he has become a cadre of Xiao Juni, and the father and son belong to different camps, isn't it forcing him to ride the wall? Behind these, it is also involved in the palace coup d'état and the revenge of killing ancestors. If these are not too troublesome, if you add foreign enemies such as Dajin, Western Xia, Shu, and even the rising Mongolia, once the countries go to war, the situation will be extremely complicated.

Such a situation is not an exaggeration to describe it as a tightrope walk.

Song Zheng sighed, withdrew his thoughts, and concentrated on the book.

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Although Li Hongniang's arm was injured, as the commander of Shandong Road, she had to work day and night. This made Song Zheng feel heartache, and when he said goodbye the next day, he rarely gave a serious warning.

Looking at Song Zheng's serious face, Li Hongniang bit her lip and nodded lightly.

Hu Qiang and Zhu Jian were both slightly injured, and after a day and night of recuperation, both of them were fine. The two followed Song Zheng and Ming'er to the direction of Wulong Pond.

Daming Street is a north-south street, connecting Daming Lake and Wulong Pond. The two were originally a body of water, and Wulong Pond was a corner of Daming Lake, but due to the change of terrain, the two were separated. After the Qizhou Jianwen Academy, the Wulong Pond was included in it, and the entrance faced north, facing Daming Street.

For Daming Street, Song Zheng took the piece of paper from Luan Hui and recorded that No. 14 Daming Street was Wanyan Yusheng's secret stronghold in Licheng. However, at the moment, Song Zheng didn't care whether Wan Yan Yusheng and the others were hiding here.

Walking through the gate of the Academy, Song Zheng identified the houses on both sides of Daming Street, and walked forward. Hundreds of zhang away, there is a courtyard, although it is not big, but it looks exquisite and chic. The courtyard door was open, and a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old was standing there, looking around.

Seeing Song Zheng and his party, the little girl's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute, "Childe is Song Xiaolang Young Master Song?" ”

"I'm Song Zheng, you are ......"

"Little Lu An, on the orders of my young master, is waiting for my son here. The young master told the little one about the appearance of the child, so the little one recognized the childe! Song Gongzi, please, my master and young master are waiting for you. ”

This Lu An is smart and well-behaved, articulate, and appealing. Song Zheng nodded and stepped in.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, Lu Chun and his father Lu Dafu, who heard the movement, greeted them.

Song Zheng saw that it was the businessman he had seen in the restaurant in Longmen Town that day. He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Song Zheng to meet Uncle Lu!" ”

Lu Dafu stepped forward and took a look, "It turns out that it's really you!" As soon as you put on this scholar's clothes, you almost won't recognize it! Haha, come on in! ”

Lu Chun naturally beckoned Ming'er, Zhu Jian, and Hu Qiang to enter.

Everyone sat down, and Lu An sent fragrant tea. Lu Chun asked curiously, "Father, do you know Xiaolang?" ”

"Recognize! Know! Lu Dafu told the story of Longmen Town, and finally said, "It's a pity that Xiaolang was in a hurry to save people at that time, maybe he didn't remember me!" ”

Song Zheng naturally arched his hand and said, "At that time, the younger generation was in a hurry, and he encountered such a thing, so he didn't notice his uncle for a while, and I hope my uncle will forgive me!" ”

Lu Chun hurriedly waved his hand, "Xiaolang is busy with big things, I don't remember that I should be." After listening to Koharu talk about you, I wondered if it was you. When I saw it today, it was! It is his blessing that our family Koharu can fellowship with Xiaolang! ”

"Where is it, Brother Lu is also a masterpiece for a while, otherwise how can he be a general of the Xuzhou Martial Academy, when I saw Brother Lu that day, I also felt quite cordial, and I felt sorry for each other."

After complimenting the two sides back and forth, Lu Dafu said, "Xiaolang will rest assured to live here these days, and if you need anything, just tell Xiaochun, don't be polite." I won't bother anymore, I'll come to celebrate you again after Xiaolang is in high school! ”

This Lu Dafu is also an eight-sided and exquisite character, knowing that it is inconvenient to have a long talk with Song Zheng at the moment, he quickly said goodbye with a smile.

After chatting a few more words, Lu Chun led Song Zheng to the room on the east side. It's clearly been carefully arranged. The room was smoked with sandalwood, the bed nets and bedding were brand new, and against the wall was a row of bookshelves with new books that had not been read much. There were four treasures of the study room on the desk, and Song Zheng recognized it at a glance, and the inkstone turned out to be the famous Hui inkstone.

Lu Chun's father and son are not scholars, and it must have taken a lot of thought to be able to arrange these. Song Zheng hurriedly thanked Lu Chun again.

Ming'er was arranged in the outer room, separated from Song Zheng by a curtain. Zhu Jian and Hu Qiang took the initiative to ask to live in the south house to facilitate the door.

After everything was in order, Lu Chun went to order someone to start preparing lunch. Because he was afraid of disturbing Song Zheng, only three subordinates were arranged in the yard, the little servant Lu An, an old mother who was dusting and dusting. There is also a chef who specializes in cooking for Lu Dafu, and now he also comes to serve Song Zheng. It can be seen that the father and son have intentions.

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After a delicate lunch, he rested for a while, accompanied by Lu Chun, Song Zheng took Ming'er, Zhu Jian, and Hu Qiang out of the house. Tomorrow's big exam, he naturally wants to go to the Academy of Literature to see the examination room, and by the way, admire the chrysanthemums blooming by the Wulong Pond.

It is the Chung Yeung Festival, and many people on Daming Street have dogwoods or chrysanthemums on their heads, adding a lot of color to the city.

When you enter the entrance of the Academy, you will be greeted by the Five Dragons Pond.

Song Zheng had already heard of the spring water group of Wulong Pond. However, in Song Zheng's impression, Wulong Pond was originally called Jingchi, and it was not until the Yuan Dynasty that someone built the Wufang Shenlong Temple here, which was renamed Wulong Pond. And the current Great Qi Dynasty already has this name, which makes Song Zheng can't help but sigh at the unpredictable changes in the world.

The literary academy is completely different from the martial arts academy, and on the edge of the Wulong Pond, many scholars and ladies linger and enjoy the thousands of pots of chrysanthemums here. At present, the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the flower color is mainly golden, the rest is snow white, occasionally bright red and light green, extraordinarily gorgeous.

In the middle of the row, I saw a group of scholars in front of me, standing next to a pot of flowers. A pretty woman, hidden behind a tall scholar, looked at the pot of flowers with an expectant face.

The flowers in the pot are also quite bizarre, the chrysanthemum stamen is red, the chrysanthemum petals are white, and the ends of the chrysanthemum petals reveal a touch of green.

A flower farmer squatted on the ground and said in a loud voice, "A few sons, the little old man worked hard to cultivate this red, white and green chrysanthemum, please give a name to a few sons." Which son's name is good, the little old man will sell this pot of flowers at half price. ”

As soon as the flower farmer's words came out, everyone was excited.

Lu Chun laughed in a low voice, "Xiaolang, how much do you say such a pot of flowers is?" Without waiting for Song Zheng to answer, Lu Chun said, "Yesterday, this flower farmer was here, asking for fifty taels of silver!" Tell me, isn't this a pit man? ”

Song Zheng was also taken aback, in a place like Mizhou, fifty taels of silver can buy seven or eight little girls from poor families, which is really expensive enough.

"A bush of dark flowers, ten households are endowed!" Song Zheng shook his head.

At this time, several scholars used their brains. One by one, the titles have been reported, what are the three visits to the thatched house, the three-star moon with the moon, and the colorful rhyme......

Several flower names were reported, but the flower farmers were not very satisfied, and shook their heads slightly.

At this moment, the pretty woman tugged at the shirt of the man next to her and whispered. The man was overjoyed and said loudly, "Three-color peony"!

The flower farmer's eyes lit up, "What do you say about this name?" ”

The woman whispered again, and the man said, "Peony is the king of flowers, this chrysanthemum three-colored, proud of all flowers, can be regarded as the king of these flowers, three-color peony deserves it." ”

The flower farmer laughed, "This son, this is very much in line with the little old man's heart, I ......"

"Wait!" A voice rang out.

(Fix the time of posting, usually two chapters, 12:00 and 20:00 respectively; Chapter on weekends and holidays, 12:00)