Before dawn the next day, Wanjun dragged her tired body to wait outside the courtyard of Li Shanggong.

"Damn, Lao Tzu's whole body is sore, and I still have to go to her, the most important thing is that she hasn't gotten up yet!"

Wanjun walked on the way to the courtyard of Li Shanggong. Along the way, there were basically no people, and even if someone passed by, no one said a word to him.

Before he reached the courtyard, he smelled a strong smell of ink from a distance.

He didn't think much of it, and walked towards the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was startled by what he saw.

Small tables were neatly placed in the courtyard, and round cushions were placed under the tables.

There were already people kneeling on it, and they all sat intently, ready to start the next morning class.

"Is this a copy of books in the morning class?"

Wanjun walked up to a little palace maid with great reluctance, squatted down and asked, "Is this going to be a morning class?" ”

The little palace maid's eyes turned up slightly, and then she said extremely calmly: "Yes!" ”

Then the little palace maid asked unhurriedly, "You, are you here to do morning class?" ”

"Yes!"

Wanjun replied.

"Find a place to sit. Once you've adjusted your mood, start copying. The important thing is to be calm in copying books, if the heart is not quiet, it will make mistakes, and if it makes mistakes, you have to start copying again! ”

The little palace maid opened the book, picked up the pen and began to copy the first word.

Wanjun looked at it, and this book turned out to be the Tao Te Ching.

"It's ridiculous, copying the Tao Te Ching, and you can't make a mistake!"

Wanjun just wanted to ask again, but he saw that the little palace maid was already distracted, and started her first lesson of the day.

Wanjun looked around, and he was the only man sitting here copying books, and the rest were all young palace maids.

"That's it, let's copy it with them!"

Wanjun spread out the paper, opened the book, and began to copy the Tao Te Ching.

He doesn't like to study, when he went to private school a lot when he was a child, he didn't like to endorse and copy books, and now, don't talk about the Tao Te Ching, he didn't even remember the three-character scripture.

"Copy it, what else can it be. It seems that God is too accurate to see through what kind of person I am at a glance! Now if you want to grind my temperament, then grind it and see who can have the last laugh? ”

Wanjun became impatient as he wrote, he secretly looked to both sides, and found that the little palace maids on both sides were copying books like machines.

He grinned, thinking about Li Shanggong's appearance and began to paint. This painting could not be stopped, and it was not until Li Shanggong stood by his side for a long time that he realized in a trance that a catastrophe was coming.

"Du Wanjun, who are you drawing?"

Li Shanggong looked at the words on his desk and asked coldly.

Wanjun buried her head deep in the painting. In this way, he and Li Shanggong had a close contact, at least he really kissed the face of this old monster.

Li Shanggong on the painting looks hateful, like a hen in soup, but the sinister face is difficult to show.

Li Shanggong seemed to be very patient, and said with a sneer: "Du Wanjun, since you like painting so much, then I will let you paint enough at a time." Draw 100 identical drawings before lunch, or don't eat! ”

"What do you see? Why don't you go copy the book? ”

Li Shanggong looked at the other palace maids and shouted.

"Humph!"

Li Shanggong flicked his sleeves and walked away.

"Yan Shanggong, what do you think of Du Wanjun?"

Li Shanggong walked to Yan Shanggong's room, sat on a stool and chatted with her. But now she wanted to speak and stopped, as if she had something to say.

"Li Shanggong, if you have anything to say, just say it, this is not like your character!"

Yan Shanggong poured a cup of tea for Li Shanggong and said.

"Sister, how do I feel that this Du Wanjun seems to be simple and simple, but has an unfathomable and unknown side?"

Li Shanggong stared at Yan Shanggong's eyes and said.

"Why did my sister say that?"

Yan Shanggong asked.

Li Shanggong thought for a moment and said, "It was sent here by Father-in-law Wei, but why was it sent here, Father-in-law Wei didn't say." Who is Gonggong Wei, it is said that this Du Wanjun has escaped death under his knife several times! ”

She stood up, walked to the door and looked at the red wall outside, and always felt that this Du Wanjun was not simple.

"Moreover, he is a man, who can fascinate the emperor and Zuo Chunqiu, and that magpie is also his little scholar. If all of this is a coincidence, then it can't be justified, right? This can only show one point, that is, Du Wanjun is not simple, not as simple as we think! ”

Li Shanggong walked back, stood beside Yan Shanggong and took her hand, and said pitifully: "It's terrible, I'm afraid I'll ...... before I understand what happened."

"Li Shanggong, you are too alarmist, I think that Du Wanjun is just a child, how can he have so much ability?"

Yan Shanggong patted the back of Li Shanggong's hand and said.

"But, but he once killed ......"

Li Shanggong's words were interrupted by Yan Shanggong as soon as he spoke.

"Okay, you can teach him etiquette according to Grandpa Wei's wishes!"

Yan Shanggong stood up, "Li Shanggong, go back......"

Li Shanggong frowned, sad and disappointed. She will never be wrong, Du Wanjun must have Wanjun, but, just now, everyone has not seen his true face.

Li Shanggong saw that Yan Shanggong was unmoved, so he had to give up.

"Sister, then I'll take my leave first!"

After she saluted, she still didn't give up and glanced at Yan Shanggong more. But she saw nothing but her back. She had no choice but to retreat.

After Li Shanggong left, Yan Shanggong took off his guard, sat down and carefully recalled what Li Shanggong had just said.

She said that Du Wanjun was a terrible character, and although she had heard of it, she was not sure. But when she saw him for the first time, she felt that he was different. His face was as warm as jade, but there was always a strange light in his eyes. But what this light was, she couldn't read.

Maybe Li Shanggong is right, Du Wanjun is not simple, and he should be more guarded against.

"Joy in the night?"

Yan Shanggong's eyes stared at the picture of the noble concubine on the wall.

"Yes, sir!"

Yexi hurriedly walked in with small steps.

"Tell me to go down, don't embarrass Du Wanjun for anything!"

Yan Shanggong said.

"Yes, sir!"

Yexi finished speaking and retreated.

The picture of the concubine on the wall is not another picture, it is the famous picture of the concubine bathing, but this picture seems to be conservative, how can anyone take a bath and wear clothes?

......

"Your Excellency!"

The person who had a secret discussion with Lord Song last night stood beside Lord Song and said.

"What did Grandpa Wei say?"

Lord Song asked.

"Father-in-law Wei said don't startle the snake first, let him live in the mansion, and it is best to arrange for him to enter the palace!"

This subordinate named Jia Er said.

"Arrange for him to enter the palace? What kind of calculation is this brother having? ”

The more Lord Song thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out.

"What else did Grandpa Wei say?"

Lord Song asked.

"No more!"

Jia Erzi raised his eyelids and said.

"Oh!"

Lord Song looked at the place on the door where the paint had fallen suspiciously.

"Go down!"

Said the adult.

"Yes, sir!"

Jia Er retreated.

"What is Wei Zhongxian going to do, I can't see what he is going to do anymore? Zuo Chunqiu slaughtered countless people in his East Factory, how could he let him go so kindly? ”

Although Lord Song couldn't figure out what Grandpa Wei wanted to do, he could only follow his orders. Looking at the government and the opposition, all of them are Wei Gonggong's people, and he is naturally also Wei Gonggong's people.

Even, even in the face of major rights and wrongs, he has betrayed his best friend.

General Zuo's death can be said to have his share of credit!

"That's it, since he is here, and Gonggong Wei will not pursue it, then what else does he have to worry about?"

Lord Song got up and went to find Chunqiu.

Chunqiu had already gotten up, he sat on the stool, and remembered that when he was a child, his father took him to find Uncle Song. Things are not people, and in the blink of an eye, General Zuo's mind has turned into loess. Fortunately, Lord Song is still alive.

He thought about it, tears welled up in his eyes. Now he is alone, under the fence, and even Wanjun has been taken captive.

"Hahahaha, he can't even protect his beloved, what kind of man is he?"

Chunqiu clenched his fists and wanted to smash them on the table, but he held back. If he continues to be so depressed, it will be really sad!

"Nephew, have you woken up?"

Lord Song shouted as he stood outside the door.

"Huh? Uncle Song! ”

Chunqiu immediately collected his mood, walked to the door and opened the door.

"Uncle Song, morning!"

Chunqiu looked at Lord Song and said.

"Let's go, let's go eat!"

Lord Song said with a smile.

Chunqiu closed the door and followed behind Lord Song.

"Chunqiu, how did you sleep last night?"

Lord Song asked with concern.

"Back to Uncle Song, I slept well last night!"

Spring and Autumn Return.

"That's good!"

Lord Song's steps became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

"Spring and autumn, accompany me to the garden?"

Lord Song asked.

"Yes, Uncle Song!"

Chunqiu continued to follow Lord Song and walked towards the garden.

"Chunqiu, I still remember that you were so young at that time, and you were so old in a blink of an eye!"

Lord Song said with a smile.

"Yes, at that time, Uncle Song often gave me my favorite mung bean cake!"

Chunqiu replied with a smile.

"Hahahaha, you remember this!"

Lord Song laughed a few times, and suddenly became serious.

"Chunqiu, if you have an errand now, are you willing to do it?"

Lord Song asked tentatively.

"Back to Uncle Song, as long as it is arranged by Uncle Song, the little nephew is willing!"

Spring and Autumn will be the way.

"Chunqiu, it's not that my uncle won't keep you in my house, it's just that I think you are still years old, and you still have a skill, so you shouldn't waste time in my small place. You should serve the court and do good deeds for the people of the world! ”

Lord Song looked righteous and awe-inspiring. Under the sun, he is so gray in the fragrant and beautiful flowers, if he is not the prince Taibao, it is estimated that no one will know him.

"Uncle Song, I listen to you all. It's just, it's just that now Grandpa Wei ......"

Spring and Autumn said.

"Grandpa Wei, don't be afraid, I'll help you settle it. It's just that you will develop in the future, don't forget Uncle Song's promotion of you! ”

Lord Song looked at Chunqiu and said to his eyes.

"Uncle Song's great kindness to him, the little nephew will always remember it!"

Chunqiu knelt beside Lord Song with a "plop", kowtowed three times and said.

......

"Father-in-law Qian? Father-in-law Qian? ”

Concubine Shu has been a little delirious these days, and she seems to always see him wandering around the room.

The little palace maid walked in, and when she saw the concubine's hair scattered, her expression was scattered, and she was really startled?

"Niangniang, Father-in-law Qian has passed away......"

The little palace maid didn't dare to approach Concubine Shu either, because she felt that she was crazy, so she could only look at her from a distance.

"Dead? No, he's not dead, he's not dead! ”

Concubine Shu screamed in horror, retreated backwards, shrank under the table, pointed behind the little palace maid and cried: "He's not dead, he's behind you!" ”

"Mother, don't scare me!"

The little palace maid hugged her body with both hands, secretly glanced back, and found that there was nothing, so she ran out in fright.

"He's not dead, he's not dead, he's not dead......"

Concubine Shu's black and blue eyes looked at the empty doorway, as if there was really a rich father-in-law at the door.