"The review of pending scientific expeditions is something that the entire academy and academy have never experienced. It's so rare, shouldn't I, a curious fellow, be allowed to sit by? ”

Zhang Fengzhi said this sentence with a smile, very casually, but with some condescending and natural flavor.

No matter how good the relationship between the person on the other side is with Zhao Yixue, after all, he is just a servant, how can he dare to directly confront Zhang Fengzhi? So he only looked at Zhang Fengzhi with a gloomy face for a moment, and finally could only compromise.

"I'm afraid the villain won't be able to do the ...... of this thing"

"It's okay if you can't be the master." Zhang Fengzhi smiled and was gentle, "I should go to meet Lord Zhao, if Lord Zhao allows, I will be cheeky enough to have a good look, why not?" ”

The servant didn't dare to say anything more, bowed down to answer, and couldn't help but glance at Chu Feng, who was still smiling faintly, and led the two of them to the examination room.

"Lord Zhao has arranged a special venue for Lord Chu, this is the cleanest room in the Shanshui Courtyard, and it will not be disturbed too much."

The servant opened the door, and a faint musty smell faintly emerged with the surging winter wind, the tables and chairs were heavily dusty, and the stove basin was empty, and there was no firewood, as if it had not been used for a long time.

This is indeed the corner of the Shanshui Courtyard that Chu Feng has never noticed, and there is almost no lighting in the whole room, which is dim and makes people feel a little depressed.

Zhang Fengzhi frowned slightly, looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that had been prepared on the table, as well as the layers of dust, stepped forward, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Used to be here...... Is it Wang Ximeng's room? ”

When Chu Feng heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Yes, this place has been idle since Lord Beat Wang left." Servant Road.

Chu Feng had all kinds of doubts in his heart, what did Wang Ximeng mean by "leaving", could it be that he had died young now? Why is the room he used to be in the art academy so lonely and dim? Wang Ximeng, who was quite appreciated by Huizong, how could he be so downcast?

Moreover, listening to the tone and expression of Wang Ximeng when these two people talked about it, there seemed to be some hidden feelings in it. I don't know what kind of story happened here, and what kind of hidden story is involved......

Chu Feng was deeply suspicious of these words, but he couldn't ask them now.

Zhang Fengzhi let out a soft sigh, glanced at the servant, and chuckled: "Lord Zhao has found such a place for Chu Lang to take the exam and paint, it seems that he has some intentions. ”

The servant naturally understood what Zhang Fengzhi was talking about, but at this time he pretended to be stupid with an expressionless face: "Lord Zhao is indeed taking great pains to find a clean place, after all, there are quite a few people in our Shanshui Courtyard itself, if Lord Chu is disturbed when he is painting, it is really a very bad thing." ”

"Huh." Zhang Fengzhi didn't smile, he first went to the table to polish the ink for himself and wrote a note.

"Master Zhang, ......," the servant frowned.

"I suddenly remembered some things in the character courtyard, and I couldn't be busy here for a while, so I had to write a note and hand it back." Zhang Fengzhi smiled slightly, "What, do you have to take care of such a little thing?" The rules of your Shanshui Academy are big enough. ”

"The little ones don't dare." The servant's face turned slightly dark, "The little one will help Master Zhang hand it over......"

"You are Zhao Yixue's servant, I heard that you brought it from home? Hehe, it's better to see than to hear. With such an identity as you, how dare I bother with you. Zhang Fengzhi said with a smile, walked out of the door, called a passing servant casually, and ordered the strip to be sent to the Shanshui Courtyard.

In any case, Zhang Fengzhi's identity is there, and ordinary servants and petty officials dare not disobey orders.

The minion's face became more and more difficult to see. With his identity and ability, he can no longer continue to stabilize the whole situation, if Zhang Fengzhi is allowed to continue, many things that have been arranged may be overturned, and some plans will definitely miss the original goal.

This is a consequence that one of his little servants cannot bear.

"Bong? Joining in the fun? ”

The sound of laughter came through, and the servant heard it as if he had been pardoned, and he had been waiting for it for so long, and finally he had found his master.

Zhao Yixue walked in with a warm face and looked at a few people in the room.

Chu Feng and the three of them hurriedly saluted, calling them "adults".

"No formality, no formality." Zhao Yixue stretched out his hand to help them get up, looked at the furnishings in the house again, and sighed: "After Lord Wang left, this place has become desolate, and it looks like a pity now." If it weren't for Chu Lang's school examination, I, an old man, wouldn't have been able to remember this place for a while...... By the way, Fengzhi, I was thinking that you would come over to take a look today, but I didn't expect to come so early. Although Chu Lang is a member of my Shanshui Academy, he has always been taken care of by you. I, who is an art student, also want to thank you here for Chu Lang. ”

There was obvious thorns in these words, and even Chu Feng could hear it.

Zhang Fengzhi was not in a hurry, tidied up his cuffs, and said with a smile: "Chu Lang and I are also quite related, I don't know if Lord Zhao has heard of it." On the night of Fan Lou before, I was also one of the judges, and I was shocked for a moment by Chu Feng's talent in figure painting, and then I heard that he was going to be admitted to the painting academy, and I have been thinking about it in my heart. Hehe, after that, I found out that he was the same junior brother of Fu Le and Master Fu, and the relationship between everyone was not very far away, and they drank a few meals together, so they naturally became familiar with each other. Hey, it's also Chu Lang who is too stubborn, saying that he likes landscapes, so he has to apply for landscape medicine for the painting exam. No matter how many times I tried to persuade him, he would not listen. Haha, it ended up in the hands of Lord Zhao......"

When Zhang Fengzhi said this, he paused intentionally or unintentionally, looked at Zhao Yixue's expression with a smile, and then continued: "But this is also a very good thing, Lord Zhao is a figure who has not been born for hundreds of generations, and his talent and ability are all excellent." Chu Lang, you are naturally very lucky to be able to study with Zhao Yixue. ”

"Yes, what Lord Zhang said is very true." Chu Feng smiled lightly and bowed slightly, "Over the past few days, Chu Feng has benefited a lot. ”

"Chu Lang has a high level of understanding and good talent, I don't dare to take credit." Zhao Yixue said lightly, "I have always been very optimistic about Chu Lang, young people nowadays, there are not many people who can kill their hearts like this and bury their heads in painting, and it is definitely very difficult for Chu Lang to be like this." I'm very optimistic about you. It's just ......"

Zhao Yixue turned his head around, and his voice became slightly serious: "As the so-called state has national laws, families have family rules, no matter how we act in private, what we think of other people." After all, the art academy is an official art academy, and many things are not something we can decide by ourselves. Just like this review is to be determined, it is something that has been determined on the day when Chu Lang is selected by the official family, and those of us who are subordinates naturally have to be implemented well, and we must not be perfunctory. What do you say? ”

In the face of such an official tone, Chu Feng and the others naturally had nothing to say, just replied to some official articles.

"Xia Guan was still talking and laughing before, saying that since the establishment of our painting academy and academy, it seems that we have never encountered such a thing. The review is pending, how should it be reviewed, and who decides? I don't know if the official can give it a clear statement? Hehe, I'm just curious, I guess there are a lot of curious people like me in our art academy. I wonder if Lord Zhao can give a face, tell me early, and let me pretend to be erudite to go out and publicize it? ”

Zhang Fengzhi's clever words are actually secretly pointing out Zhao Yixue: Don't think that no one else cares about this matter, no one is staring at it. How many pairs of eyes are there in our faction, if you dare to do something flawed and against the emperor's order, be careful that we go to the book to refer to you!

Zhao Yixue could naturally hear the threat, he had already expected that someone would act as his eyes and ears, but he didn't expect Zhang Fengzhi to make things so obvious. So he only smiled and said: "All of them, the official has already made it clear, but there is nothing special about it, but it is the same as the ordinary painting exam, and you can paint at will." As for judging...... Heh, Chu Lang is a member of our Shanshui Academy, and the official family means that it doesn't have to be bothersome, just let the official judge himself. ”

Chu Feng's eyes drooped slightly when he heard this, and he glanced at Zhang Feng silently.

Zhang Fengzhi obviously already knew these things, and at this time, under the cover of his sleeve, his left hand made a slightly calming movement, but his face couldn't help but show surprise: "Is this the case?" I thought there would be a few people to judge together! Haha, it seems that the official family's trust in Lord Zhao is increasing day by day. We are little people like us. ”

Zhao Yixue feigned anger when he heard this: "What does Lord Zhang mean by this? Do you think that I have fabricated facts and falsely proclaimed the Holy Decree? ”

"With such a big crime, how dare the lower officials deduct their hats at will? Xia Guan was really full of admiration, and Lord Zhao was too worried. "Zhang Fengzhi.

Zhao Yixue restrained his anger, nodded lightly, and said, "Anyway, it's better to make this matter clear." It's just right for you to be here now, and it saves someone to talk about how I get power and how to make my own decisions later. You can help me testify. ”

"Who doesn't know Lord Zhao's fairness and integrity, and it's really redundant to witness something."

"You can't say that," Zhao Yixue looked at Zhang Fengzhi and Chu Feng with a smile, just like looking at the turtle in the urn, "There are always some people with big tongues, although as a man, they can't say some words like three aunts and six women." I don't like this kind of person. But if you want to stop them, you have to do it in the right way. Let's say, show them the facts. Bongzhi, what do you say? ”

……

……

It was a day in November in the first year of Xuanhe.

It was an ordinary day for the whole city of Tokyo.

Everyone went on with their normal lives, and the vendors came to the east and west markets in the early morning, singing and selling in crisp and beautiful tones, but occasionally they shrank from the cold wind for a while.

Pedestrians on the street hurried because of the cold, their hands in their sleeves, their necks tucked into their chests as they walked against the wind, and their heavy cotton shoes creaked against the snow.

For the little ones, it's the best of the world.

The white of the sky gave them fresh toys, and the snowballs were flying all over the yard, and occasionally they would hit their parents and elders, so they inevitably shouted and scolded, and the children scattered as birds and beasts.

The sound of frolicking will dissipate for a long, long time, and the snow is a very interesting thing, as if it can attract these sound waves, especially happy sounds, so that it is absorbed, wrapped in snow flakes, and then released very slowly, very slowly, for a long, long time.

It was in this snowy place, in a cramped alley, that three or five children were chased away by their parents, and only laughter lingered between the snow and the long and lengthy walls on the left and right.

The children were happily running forward, but a little girl who was too young suddenly fell.

She looked at the backs of her friends and struggled to get up, but because the heavy snow buried her little boots, she couldn't pull out her entire right leg.

The figure of the companion disappeared in the alley, and after a slight arc, it disappeared completely.

The little girl who was about three or four years old with her bag and hair was scared, and her heart was full of grievances, so she cried loudly.

There was no one around, only the sound of cries swaying back and forth in the alley.

At this time, a tall man dressed in black rolled out from the other side of the wall.

This person probably drank too much, and he would have to climb over the wall without going through the door, and this person's steps were also a little unsteady, stumbling, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize his body.

There was a faint strange smell coming from this person, the little girl blinked, thought about it carefully, and felt that when the family killed chickens for the New Year, it seemed to be such a taste.

The man in black had already pulled off his veil at this time, revealing a face that was not quite the same as that of the people from the Central Plains. There was a little tiredness in those pale blue eyes, and she thought about what happened last night, leaning against the wall, stabilizing her breathing, and inhaling the cold winter air in a big gulp.

Her right hand pressed against her left shoulder, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the snow-white snow out of nowhere.

The smell of blood came out.

"Erya! Erya! Where are you? ”

A childish call came from afar, and there was a clear anxiety in the voice.

The little girl who fell down suddenly heard her brother's voice, and the grievances in her stomach were released at once, wow, and she cried even more miserably.

It wasn't until she was picked up from the snow by her brother that the little girl wiped the tears and snot from her face with her sleeve, and when she looked again, the man in black was gone.

There was still a faint red on the snow, but the little child didn't quite know what it was. (To be continued.) )