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Dongfang Shuo's identity at this time, on the surface, was to take the slaves of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion out on a safari, but the real purpose was to find the imperial tomb. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Princess Pingyang and the current emperor, Liu Che and Liu Xiaozhu have a deep love for each other. Survey of the mausoleum, before it is settled. Liu Xiaozhu didn't want to alarm the government and the opposition.

That's why I thought of a way to let Dongfang Shuo, a courtier in the eyes of everyone, come to Maolingtun with everyone from the Pingyang Marquis Mansion in the name of hunting. It's called hunting, but it's actually a survey.

Since the founding of the Han Dynasty, since Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang, it seems to have become a common practice for the harem to interfere in politics.

Now although Liu Che and Liu Xiaozhu have ascended the throne and succeeded to the throne, there are still Empress Dowager Dou and the Empress Dowager on his head.

His biological mother, the Queen Mother, has very few regents, and in addition to being a little overly spoiled by the relevant in-laws, Yu Guozheng is not too interfering.

The most powerful is the Empress Dowager Dou, although she is old now, she is still in power. Liu Che, who had just ascended the throne, had to ask the Empress Dowager Dou for peace and politics every day.

Empress Dowager Dou is a good old man, and Liu Che's enlightenment teachers are all Confucians.

Because of the difference in learning, the political views of the grandparents and grandchildren are also quite different.

Now, at the beginning of the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, Liu Che, who was only seventeen years old, also knew the severity.

Sending someone out to elect the imperial mausoleum, Liu Che considered it very carefully in his heart. In the end, it is this Dongfang Shuo who can laugh and scold and pretend to be crazy and stupid is the most suitable.

This person said that he was a Confucian student, but he did not have the superficial square aura of a Confucian student. It is said that it is Huang Lao Taoist, but it has a bit of Confucian flavor.

At this time, such a person is exactly what Liu Che needs.

If it weren't for the fact that Yanshan usually had a lot of ties to the Pingyang Hou Mansion, and the riding slaves of the Pingyang Hou Mansion were familiar with it, they would not be able to get strong Dongfang Shuo this time, so they invited him to come here to raise the momentum for the Yan family.

Seeing Dongfang Shuo coming, Yan Shan immediately got up and hugged his fists to greet him.

Dongfang Shuo has been in Maolingtun for a while, and ordinary villagers think that he is a great official from the imperial capital Chang'an. Only Mr. Huang and a few other literate people in Maolingtun know that although this Dongfang Shuo is young, his knowledge is not small.

"I'm here today to see the excitement. Originally, I didn't give hope to your son, but just now a 'not sharing the sky' is admirable, and today may be an interesting thing. Dongfang Shuo was not polite to everyone, and went to the middle of the Yanjiachang courtyard to stop, just like the host.

Mr. Huang held it up again, and when he saw Dongfang Shuo, he had to clasp his fists and salute.

His teacher is Shen Peigong, and Dongfang Shuo Ziyun and Shen Peigong are brothers.

Shen Peigong did not come out to oppose this, and Mr. Huang naturally had to be a generation shorter than Dongfang Shuo.

Confucianism pays attention to etiquette, and Mr. Huang is respectful to Dongfang Shuo.

"You don't need to be too polite. Isn't it better to compare literature today? What a comparison you study, I just watch the excitement. Dongfang Shuo waved his hand and said with a smile.

Mr. Huang had all the etiquette he should have, so he was naturally no longer polite, took out his handwritten note from his arms and said: "This is the handbook of the former dynasty written by Huang, which was stolen by Yan Mingxiaoer."

His father and I were both stolen and stolen. But this kid not only didn't admit it, but also said that my writing was not as good as Er'er, and the words were like a lump of ......."

That piece of, Mr. Huang blushed and didn't say anything.

Yan San had the courage to smile and said: "You wrote history, my son-in-law said that you are a piece of, is it wrong?" ”

Yan Shan glared, Yan San shrank his head in fright and hid behind Yan Ming. If it weren't for Yan Ming's pouting, he wouldn't have dared to say this in front of Yan Shan.

Mr. Huang's face turned yellow with anger, endured a few breaths, and finally calmed down, raised the book in his hand, and said: "If Yan Ming, who is unlearned and unskilled today, can write an article that exceeds my handwriting, the old man will burn the book and worship under him as a student." But if he couldn't write, the old man asked him to come to the door to apologize, and never disturb the neighbors from now on. ”

From the roaring applause of everyone, Yan Ming could hear how his predecessor harassed his neighbors on weekdays.

However, Mr. Huang's request made Yan Ming have a good impression of him.

According to common sense, this old man knew that he would win, and his demands must have been excessive. But now what he said made Yan Ming come to the door to apologize.

Yan Ming has a good impression of this kind of honest man who doesn't take the opportunity to slander people and opens his mouth.

After all, there are not many such people in later generations, and in the era when no one dared to help them when they fell on the street while walking, trust was a luxury.

"Which paragraph do you want me to write?" Yan Ming looked at Mr. Huang with burning eyes, it was okay to have a good impression of him, but he couldn't lose in front of him.

"Hmph, the old man has been studying for many years, how can he draw a scope for you? You have only been able to take the old man's book for a day, and with your literacy, you must not have read a few pages. So, which paragraph do you choose? "Mr. Huang knows Yan Ming well and is not afraid.

"Good!" Yan Ming slapped his face, he had already calculated in his heart that Mr. Huang would be like this.

"Let's talk about the story of Emperor Gaozu and Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, who met in Hongmen, and let everyone evaluate it, how about it?" Yan Ming had already laid Xiao Jiujiu.

"Hongmen Banquet" has been commented as the famous article of Ma Qian of Taishi Company since ancient times.

In class on weekdays, Yan Ming also likes to use "Hongmen Banquet" as an ancient classic to explain, so every word about this article is memorized in his heart, and he is very familiar.

Hugging his fists towards the people around him, Yan Ming raised his head and said: "The kid is not talented, and he occasionally writes a few words about the history of the previous dynasty at home on weekdays. I have never dared to take it out and laugh generously. Now that all the elders are here, they will take it out and offer it. Mr. Huang, please. ”

With Yan Ming's posture, the servants of the Yanshan family had already brought the prepared paper and spread it on the table.

Yan Ming and Mr. Huang came to their desks separately, picked up the brush, stained it with ink and began to write it.

"Grandma's, Yiduo is not pressing! There's nothing wrong with that. Yan Ming held the brush in his hand, and when he thought of his spare time in his previous life, he would practice the brush characters that had been eliminated by various high-tech skills, and his heart was suddenly soothed.

It's just the first line of the pen's words'Pei Gongjun is on the throne, and he didn't have to meet Xiang Yu. It shows the skill of practicing the pen for many years, the strokes are thin and straight, the horizontal slip is closed with a hook, the vertical stroke is drawn with a point, the skimming is like a dagger and a knife, the vertical hook is slender, and the joint pen is between them, as if the gossamer is empty, and the end is wonderful.

As soon as this thin gold body created by the head of a hundred schools of thought in the Song Hui Sect came out, it immediately attracted the attention of Dongfang Shuo.

Even among the surrounding villagers, there were a few literate old Confucians, who nodded in admiration.

"Just look at the handwriting of the son, say that he is illiterate, and I don't believe it when he is killed." Dongfang Shuo stretched out his thumb and nodded again and again, with a burst of surprise on his face.

He had long heard of Yan Ming's name, which was the thorn in the village, and he couldn't write this pen without learning or skill.

"Could it be that there is really a fairy magic that can make people enlightened in an instant. If there really is such a thing, immortality does not seem to be empty words......" Dongfang Shuo's mind turned, but he didn't show it.

Although the current emperor Liu Che is only seventeen years old, he shows an infinite yearning for immortality. And Dongfang Shuo is one of the ministers who carries his yearning.

Asking for medicine from immortals has been a cliché that emperors have been unavoidable since ancient times.

Mr. Huang on the side saw that everyone was admiring Yan Ming's words, and couldn't help but glance at it, and suddenly a stirred spirit, a cold sweat broke out.

In a fit of nervousness, my hands trembled and I made a few mistakes.

"This kid is a scourge on weekdays, and he doesn't learn and has no skills, how can he have such a good word? Forget it, don't care about him, write my article first. I don't believe that he is really a god, and he can suddenly penetrate the text and ink. I don't believe it, I don't believe it. Mr. Huang was entangled in his heart, and between the strokes, he was even more jerky, and he made a few wrong words one after another.