After forging one hundred and fifty-seven swords, the Yansheng Mansion kept the title at one hundred and fifty people, but if someone died, they would take back the swords and give them a new title, and because of this, the swords became a scarce commodity.

Many scholars are proud to be able to wear a sword for a lifetime, but unfortunately, there are very few people who can have a sword, and it is even more rare to distribute it to other countries.

At this time, Chen Kaizhi nodded to Zheng Hong and said, "Thank you for the reminder." ”

Zheng Hong looked at Chen Kaizhi, his heart was full of envy, he was a scholar at this young age, how good, although he was in Qufu, it was not easy for him to become a scholar, this was his goal in this life, but people easily got it.

Ay......

Although Zheng Hong was always envious, this envy only stayed in his mind for a moment, and he continued to say businesslikely.

"In addition, according to the regulations of the Yansheng Gongfu, anyone who has a school status should take it as their responsibility to accept disciples, when Sage Confucius was there, there were 3,000 disciples, this is a model, Mr. Chen Zi is still young, and the government does not ask you to be able to recruit disciples, but if you have the opportunity, you can give it a try."

This one...... Chen Kaizhi knows that if he has a scholar, then he has the obligation to recruit disciples, and all those who have a scholar are the model of Xinglin set up by the Yansheng Mansion, since it is a model, then the duty of advocating education is inevitable.

Chen Kaizhi smiled faintly: "Students do their best. ”

Zheng Hong smiled and reminded: "Mr. Chen Zi is not a student of self-humility, from now on, he will be Mr. Chen Zi's mentor, grandmaster, or the prince of heaven and earth, Mr. Chen Zi can call me." ”

Chen Kaizhi smiled and said: "Students are used to it, I'm afraid they won't be able to change it." ”

Zheng Hong didn't continue, waited at the gate of the palace, said goodbye to Chen Kaizhi, and Chen Kaizhi waited for Deng Jian to go home together.

Zheng Hong just saw Chen Kaizhi go away, and his mood couldn't help but be complicated, but there was someone behind him: "Senior Brother Zheng." ”

Zheng Hong looked back, but saw that it was Li Wenbin.

Li Wenbin's performance today really disappointed Zheng Hong, and he felt that the face of the Yansheng Mansion had been disgraced, so he only said nonchalantly: "Oh, what do you want from the junior brother?" ”

In his tone, he couldn't help but feel alienated.

How could Li Wenbin not feel this change? He smiled and said, "Didn't you make an appointment earlier?" I want to have a glimpse of this Luoyang style with Brother Zheng. ”

Zheng Hong said lightly: "Thank you for my brother's kindness, I still need to go back to Qufu immediately to recover my life." ”

Li Wenbin felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but even so, he still had a smile on his face: "Why is Senior Brother Zheng in such a hurry to go back?" Hey, you and I belong to the same master, this Chen Kaizhi ...... Ay...... Do you see that he has insulted me like this? Don't hide it, the foolish brother is miserable. I really can't imagine how this Chen Kaizhi is so virtuous and how can he make Yan Shenggong favor him so much. ”

Zheng Hong made a straight face, and said word by word: "How dare the junior brother slander the Holy Father? ”

Li Wenbin was busy and solemn, and said: "Don't dare, it's just this Chen Kaizhi's ......" His eyes flashed, and then he said: "Since the senior brother is in a hurry to recover his life, then dare to ask, today this Chen Kaizhi said this filthy book in the Wenlou, did the senior brother report it according to the truth?" ”

THIS STONE RECORD, IF YOU SAY YIN IS FILTHY, IT'S ACTUALLY A BIT TOO MUCH, BUT IN THIS ERA, IT'S NOT WRONG TO SAY THAT IT'S NOT SERIOUS.

If at the beginning, Li Wenbin was a literati with a contemptuous temperament to Chen Kaizhi, so he competed with Chen Kaizhi everywhere, then now, Li Wenbin can be said to hate Chen Kaizhi to the core.

Thinking that Chen Kaizhi was in the literary building, in front of so many people, talking about the scene of Grandma Li, it was equivalent to pointing at his nose and scolding him, and it caused the whole house to laugh because of this, his face was lost, and he naturally refused to give up easily.

Complication flashed in Zheng Hong's eyes, but he hesitated.

Li Wenbin squinted his eyes and said: "Senior brother is leaving, I will leave tomorrow, today, you and my senior brother have a good gathering, don't get drunk and don't return, as for the matter of the performance, what's so difficult about this?" It's just a fact, let's go, let's go to Tianxianglou. ”

Zheng Hong hesitated, but Li Wenbin was already courteously pulling him away.

…………

In a dormitory in this harem, it was quiet, and at this time, it was getting late, and the Queen Mother had already gone to bed.

Inside this dragon and phoenix tent, she was only covered with a thin coat and snored evenly.

Zhang Jing cautiously opened the tent, gently tucked the quilt for the Queen Mother, and suddenly, the Queen Mother's hand grabbed Zhang Jing's wrist like electricity, and Zhang Jing sighed: "Niangniang, it's a slave." ”

Call......

seemed to see clearly that the person who came was Zhang Jing, and the Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief.

She frowned slightly, slowly sat up, but still leaned on the soft cushion behind her, and said softly: "Are you on duty tonight?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "What's wrong with Niangniang today? ”

Usually at night, there are eunuchs who accompany him to serve, but it is not like today, thinking of Fang Cai Niangniang holding his wrist with a little fear, he can even feel the slight tremor on Niangniang's body, which makes Zhang Jing a little worried.

The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows slightly, shook her head at Zhang Jing, and said, "It's okay, it's just a dream, ...... in the dream."

Although the Queen Mother said so, in this dormitory, only faint lamps and candles were lit, shadowing her slightly blurred eyes, which still made Zhang Jingfu feel her faintly unusual.

I saw the Queen Mother pause for a moment, and then said faintly: "The mourning family dreamed that King Zhao had discovered the identity of the emperor, hey...... It must be that the mourning family is too worried, the emperor is an extremely smart person, and he will not let himself be in danger easily. Do you know that he had a scholar at a young age, and his article was on the list, which ...... What a great creation. ”

Speaking of this, the Queen Mother couldn't help but feel relieved and joyful: "There are so many people in the world, don't say that the article has entered the list of heavenly people, and the scholar of the Shenggong Mansion is even more of a dream, but the emperor of the mourning family seems to have the help of the gods." Just ......"

Behind this joy, there is incomparable remorse: "It's just that the stone record that the emperor talked about today seems to be specially said to the mourning family, the stone record, the stone record, is he saying that his life experience is just a poor stone that no one cares about?" Yes, he must be complaining about me in his heart, complaining about this mother, who failed to protect him at the beginning, complaining that the mourning family is now afraid to recognize him, and ...... The Jia Baoyu in the book is really like a heavenly character, quite similar to him, and he must have hoped to have a mother like Jia's mother when he told this story. ”

The more the Queen Mother thought about it, the more she suffered from gains and losses, and her heart instantly seemed to be blocked by a boulder, which was very uncomfortable. After sighing deeply in her heart, she frowned, looked at Zhang Jing under the candlelight, and asked, "Have you copied everything you talked about today?" ”

Zhang Jing hurriedly said: "According to the usual practice, everything you say and do needs to be recorded. ”

"Organize that story again and send it to the mourning family tomorrow. Mourning ...... I was really relieved in my heart, and when I looked at him, I hoped that he could be carefree for the rest of his life like he is now. But sometimes, my heart is like a knife, and I feel that it is too lonely to let him go alone. What can the mournful family do? The mourning family still has to shoulder all the responsibilities now, do you know the thorns? There are thorns on the thorns, and the mourning family can't hand over a thorn to the emperor, what the mourning family has to do is to cut off the thorns on the thorns one by one, and then put it intact in his hands......

Speaking of this, the Queen Mother trembled slightly, her hands were clasped tightly together, and the green tendons on the back of her hands were faintly violent, which were particularly clear under the illumination of the candlelight.

She knew that since thirteen years ago, when someone took the emperor away, there had been a conspiracy brewing.

This conspiracy has been planned for thirteen years, behind the conspiracy, she certainly knows that it is King Zhao, but who are the people who stand with King Zhao?

She couldn't think about it deeply, but she still said with relief: "Even if he loses, it doesn't matter, because no one knows the identity of the emperor, then, let him live freely in this world, the sky falls, it is just to bury the mourning family, as long as he can live well, the mourning family will be blind to death." ”

Zhang Jingshen glanced at the Queen Mother, lowered his voice and said, "There are also minions." ”

The Queen Mother glanced at Zhang Jing, couldn't help but smile slightly, and said: "Yes, there are still you, in fact, there are still many people, mourning family and you, and there are many people, in the future, either welcome the emperor into the palace, or die, there is no place to bury them." ”

After that, she closed her eyes and smiled sadly, and when her eyes opened, her eyes became bright again: "This is a matter for the future, and now, the mourning family has been thinking, what is the story behind the stone record, and when I talk about it, I still want to continue to listen to it." ”

Zhang Jing knew that the Queen Mother just wanted to make herself easier, and there were too many unpredictable things in this supreme palace and temple, even if it was the Queen Mother, it was difficult to be sure.

He understood the Queen Mother, so he said: "Then let the slave ask His Highness to write this story tomorrow and send it to the palace?" ”

The Queen Mother shook her head, and the woman, who was less than thirty years old, suddenly showed a playful appearance to Zhang Jing, and said with full expectation: "Mourning family, listen slowly!" ”

"Yes, the slave has retired, it's late at night, and the mother should rest early."

Zhang Jing respectfully responded, returned to serve the Queen Mother and fell asleep, only then did he tiptoe out of the dormitory quietly.

The wind was strong outside, and although it was almost summer, the night was still as cool as in early spring.

Zhang Jing stood under the colorful corridor outside the dormitory, staring at the palace lanterns fluttering and swaying in the distance, and the ghostly light emitted from the night fog was like a ghost fire.

Zhang Jing's mind seemed to be empty.

There is only one picture frozen, that is, Fang Cai, the playful smile of the Queen Mother.