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The sky seems to be a little too dark, dark clouds are rolling and drifting on it, I don't know when it will bring a downpour, the wind is also a little strong today, I don't know if it is the south wind to the north wind, or the east wind to the west wind, it is always destined to be a bad day.

Fang Hua sat on a small chair in the Chen family's room and was silent and did not speak, there were nine other children in the same posture as him, and Fang An was naturally among them.

In addition, Fang Hua's total of ten children is the final result of Chen Xiucai's enrollment, after the old man Fang biscuits the medicinal materials in the imperial court that day, Fang Hua began his reading career in less than two days, Chen Xiucai is very powerful, and he can teach a group of children of different ages very well.

And it's very fateful, the sick little boy I met in Jirentang that day has now become Chen Xiucai's student, of course, Fang Hua also knows his identity, Wen Yitao, the little son of the Lingjia family in Qingyang County, in this Qingyang County town, is almost a perfect little kid who is absolutely rich and the second generation of officials and the second generation are concentrated in one.

In addition to this identity, I don't know how much better than Fang Hua was the heart of the county order, and the other children didn't know why they were finally accepted as students by Chen Xiucai, and the interesting thing is that the first Zhu family businessman to leave on the day of enrollment, and now his little grandson has also become a student of Chen Xiucai, this, Fang Hua is very curious, I don't know how Zhu Shangjia did it, he didn't give the Chen family face that day, why is he still accepted as a student now?!

However, these things are not what Fang Hua should consider after all, and he can't think about it thoroughly, so he just honestly follows Chen Xiucai to study, and he doesn't know if he thinks too much, Fang Hua always feels that although Chen Xiucai teaches ten students, it seems that his care for him is more obvious.

It seems that there is some eccentricity, like the partiality of a good teacher to a good student in a postmodern middle school, in fact, not only Fang Hua can feel it, but other students can also feel Chen Xiucai's care for Fang Hua, as if although he has accepted ten students, only Fang Hua is his closed disciple.

This kind of inexplicable but caring attitude made Chen Xiucai's other students full of jealousy and hatred towards Fang Hua all day long, especially Zhu Qianqian, the fat grandson of Zhu Shangjia, who had no good face for Fang Hua all day long.

Zhu Qian is a typical rich second generation, at least in Qingyang County, it is such an identity, but it is easy to want to be angry with Fang Hua Fang An with such an identity, but when I think of Qi Qi Wen Yitao, this son of the second generation of officials and the rich second generation is concentrated, it is far behind.

But Wen Yitao has a special affection for Fang Hua, they are all little children, but maybe because he met Wen Yitao in Jirentang that day, Wen Yitao, a little kid, likes to play with Fang Hua when he has nothing to do.

Ten little kids don't care if they're having fun or not, and it's been a month since Chen Xiucai started teaching, yes, that's right, Fang Hua has been in class for a month.

Ten little children sat quietly in the room, the atmosphere was a little weird, Fang Hua couldn't help but stand up and open the door and walked out, as soon as he opened the door, a gust of wind blew in at once, although it was a spring moon, but it was still cold and a little biting, and it suddenly blew Fang Hua's somewhat dizzy head awake.

"Why did you get out, go back!" As soon as he opened the door, he saw his teacher Chen Xiucai now wearing white clothes, kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, burning paper money, and saw Fang Hua open the door and scolded angrily, but it was obvious that his eyes were red.

He cried, and obviously just cried, not only him, but the old Xiucai of the Chen family was also sitting on a chair next to him with tears streaming down his face, the old man's body was not good, and he couldn't kneel, so he could only sit.

Chen Xiucai's daughter Chen Yiren knelt beside Chen Xiucai obediently, her small eyes seemed to be crying even more, and now they were swollen, but she was still crying again, her petite body kept trembling, as if she wanted to fall.

Fang Hua didn't listen to Chen Xiucai's words, endured the storm of the wind, ran out of the door and brought the door up by the way, then came to Chen Yiren's side and knelt down together, first silently picked up the paper money, and then said very seriously, very seriously: "Teacher, I will send our current emperor." ”

The paper money was gently sent into the brazier surrounded by Fang Hua, just like a fire elf ignited by the way, dancing and dazzling, the surrounding wind blew, making these fires even more up and down, beautiful distress, hot eyes.

"Renzong Zhao Zhen, I'll see you off, go all the way."

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In 1063, in the spring of May, Renzong Zhao Zhen died, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were mourning, and the weather was gloomy all day, Zhao Zhen's death was not too sudden, because he had been seriously ill for half a year, Zhao Zhen worked hard to weigh half a year, but after all, he did not survive the next half a year.

Fang Hua didn't know if there were already kneeling people outside the imperial palace in Kaifeng, Tokyo, whether the scholars, merchants, and beggars living in Tokyo were crying, hating God for taking away His Majesty the great emperor.

Fang Hua also didn't know if the emperor of Liao had tears streaming down his face when he knew that Renzong Zhao Zhen had died, whether he was crying and shouting that he wanted to erect a tomb for Zhao Zhen, and whether the Liao monarch, who had always been in a hostile relationship with the Great Song Dynasty, felt sorry for Zhao Zhen.

But what Fang Hua knew, the news of Zhao Zhen's death spread to Qingyang County, and all the people wept bitterly, from beggars to merchants, from commoners to nobles, all of them were reluctant to Zhao Zhen's death, no matter who it was, they were sending off Emperor Zhao Zhen of the Great Song Dynasty on this day.

"Heaven is unfair, but what is wrong, my emperor is benevolent in the world, and the nine secluds cannot be released!" Chen Yuanguang lowered his head and said, his hands were also trembling, his eyes were full of powerlessness and self-blame.

Fang Hua didn't know that his teacher had sold him, but now that he saw Chen Xiucai so distressed, he couldn't help but say softly: "Teacher, let's mourn, the dead are gone, and the living are like this." ”

If Chen Yuanguang's sadness at the moment is reluctant to let Zhao Zhen leave, then Yiren's performance really makes Fang Hua not know what is going on.

Chen Xiucai's daughter Chen Yiren is only four years old now, about the same age as Fang Hua, it stands to reason that she is not sensible at all, Renzong's death is mourned by everyone in the world, but what does a four- or five-year-old child know, so this is also the reason why Chen Xiucai threw Fang Hua and other ten of his students in the room before, but only let his daughter Chen Yiren come out.

Yiren is really sad, the young Yiren doesn't know how to hide her emotions at all, Renzong's death can be described as a bolt from the blue for her, so she cried very seriously, so serious that it doesn't look like a commoner's performance after learning that an emperor has died.

After a month of school, the relationship between Fang Hua and Yiren gradually became familiar, relying on the reason that he was one year older than Yiren, Fang Hua claimed to be the elder brother of Yiren, often took care of him, and usually cared for her, but now, Fang Hua didn't know how to comfort her.

"Renzong Zhao Zhen, you are the real Emperor of the Ages." Fang Hua looked in the direction of Kaifeng in Tokyo and muttered, no matter who it is, no matter who is the emperor, he can't be like Renzong, whether the people are the enemies, they are all saddened by his death.

As an emperor, he has done Renzong Zhao Zhen's part, and it is not too much to say that he is the real emperor of the ages, whether it was Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty or the later Tian Khan of the Tang Dynasty, he did not do it like Renzong to be loved by the people of the world.

Although Renzong did not restore his homeland like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and the Tian Khan of the Tang Dynasty, making the surrounding neighbors tremble, he was the first to create the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty, the economic prosperity, such a prosperous era in today's world, only Renzong has done this.

Fang Hua sometimes felt a little sorry for himself, after getting the news of Renzong's death today, he regretted that although he had crossed over, he had not traveled to the era of Renzong, in the era of Renzong, that was the place where a person who traveled through should really come.

It's a pity, Fang Hua came to the Great Song Dynasty, but Renzong died, this is really the real monarch I was not born, I gave birth to the monarch and left, now Renzong has died, which means that the Great Song Dynasty will no longer be able to return to the economic prosperity of Renzong.

"Xiaohua, go back, go back. Your Majesty, you will know our minds. The old Xiucai of the Chen family choked up and said, and was helped up by the subordinate next to him, and then slowly walked back.

Chen Yuanguang looked at Fang Hua for a long time, and then pulled him up, Yiren was still crying, Chen Yuanguang gently helped her up, and said in a very soft voice: "Get up, the matter has come to this, it's useless to cry, let's mourn." ”

The voice was very soft, but Fang Hua heard it, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended not to see it and stood there, and slowly walked back to the house behind Chen Xiucai.

"Today, Your Majesty's Dragon Soul ascends to the sky, I won't be teaching, you have all studied behind me for a month, let me ask, do you have a goal." Chen Yuanguang sat on the desk at the front of the house, and said seemingly casually, Xiao Yiren kept choking next to him.

Ten children, including Fang Hua, the oldest of all of them is only seven years old, and it is Fang An, is it a bit inappropriate for such a group of children to talk about goals, Fang Hua thought innocently in his heart, what goal, isn't it just a dream, it is so confusing.

However, if the teacher asked, it was not good not to answer, and Fang Hua estimated that among the ten children, except for him, the other people didn't know what Chen Yuanguang meant at all, they were originally children who should go to school, and you talked to them about their dreams, isn't there a problem.

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