King Chen took the fold, opened it and looked at it, his gloomy eyes stared at the four words "compiled in front of the emperor" on the fold, and he didn't look away for a long time, and he didn't say a word.

Chen Fansheng was not nervous, found a position far away from him and sat down, waiting calmly.

It wasn't until Youcheng walked in with the tea, and the slight collision sound of the tea on the table interrupted the silent atmosphere in the room, that King Chen closed the fold, held one end of the fold in his right hand, and gently patted the fold on the palm of his left hand.

"Stand down!"

You Cheng subconsciously looked up at King Chen, and was stunned, wasn't the prince quite happy just now, why is this ......

"Yes!" Reacting to this, he immediately withdrew and closed the door.

King Chen glanced at the fold, and the expression on his face relaxed, "There are so many positions in the palace, why did you take a fancy to this small position of compiling the imperial front?"

If you want any other position, this king can ......."

"No!" Chen Fansheng interrupted him lightly, "In literature, I learned from Ah Jin's father. The teacher has always taken 'endless learning' as the basis of admonishing us to be humble, and now although the teacher is not by my side, his words are in my ears, and I dare not forget!

The Tibetan scroll pavilion in the palace is full of strange books in the world, and it is the place I yearn for. ”

King Chen looked at him and nodded softly: "It's a good thing to be studious, it's just that when Chen Bai was fifteen years old, he already had the title of 'the head of the younger generation of Wenjie in Shangcheng', you and him, one is the eldest son in the Chenwang Mansion, and the other is the sister-in-law in the Chenwang Mansion, and the future achievements will have a huge impact on the Chenwang Mansion."

Since Chen Bai has achieved the status of a leader in literature, I don't want you to spend too much energy on literature.

Isn't it good for the two of you, one is good at writing and the other is good at martial arts? ”

Chen Fansheng said lightly: "When the world is stable, the emperor recruits talents, and attaches more importance to literary talents, since I have decided to take a career path, spending energy on literature, for the road I want to take, it will be beneficial and harmless."

"You are the eldest son of King Chen, you are different from others, you can completely rely on this king!" King Chen said excitedly.

"King Chen, I said before that I wanted to participate in government affairs, and I agreed if you wanted to, but now I just want to hand the emperor an excerpt that I want to compile in front of the emperor, but you ob......struct it in every way" Chen Fansheng looked at him and asked slowly, "Is it really as you said, do you want me to study literature, or is there another intrigue?" ”

King Chen's eyes sank, and after a while, he sighed helplessly and said: "It's that this king is too anxious, this king has just forgotten, you haven't let go of the way this king treats your mother, and the care for you that you have been missing for twenty-five years!"

He stood up, walked to the desk, picked up the vermilion brush and wrote the word "read" next to Chen Bai's name.

"I'll put the fold here, and I'll have the king send it to the palace later."

"Farewell." Chen Fansheng stood up and hugged his fist at him.

"Mortal!" King Chen stopped him, walked around the table to him, looked at him solemnly and said, "You have to remember that no matter what time you are, your father will support you!" ”

Chen Fansheng nodded coldly, didn't say a word, turned around and strode out of Chaohui Courtyard.

At dusk, these folds were sent to the emperor's bedroom, Yongqing Palace.

"Your Majesty, these are the folds sent by King Chen's Mansion today!" The serving eunuch took a tray and held it full of folds, bowed his head to the emperor's table with small steps, knelt down, and respectfully raised the tray in his hand to the table.

"Put it here." The Emperor said absent-mindedly, and he didn't even look back at the fold, for he was now intently searching for something on the bookshelf.

"By the way," he asked, suddenly turning to look at the eunuch, "where is my light Molantu?" ”

The eunuch hurriedly got up to look for it, and immediately found the one he wanted from a pair of shaft paintings.

"Why is it all dusty?" He casually flicked the ash off it.

The eunuch immediately took the painting, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and explained to him: "Your Majesty, the picture scrolls placed here are all the ones you said you didn't want before, and then the prince asked the emperor to give them to him, so he didn't throw them away."

But wasn't the prince sent by you to follow Master Fang to observe the people's situation before, and he forgot about it after he came back.

The palace maids in the palace didn't know that the prince wanted these paintings, and they thought that the emperor didn't want them, so they didn't clean them carefully. ”

The emperor muttered, "What does the prince want these broken paintings for?" Take this shallow ink map as an example, although it is said to be Wang Xiaotang's authentic handiwork, my ministers have all seen it and said that it is a fake.

Alas, although Wang Xiaotang's light ink paintings have been handed down to the world, there are many fakes in the world, which really makes people dare not get close to them, and they are reluctant to avoid them! ”

"Yes!" The eunuch immediately responded.

The emperor pointed to the paintings on his bookshelf and instructed the eunuchs: "Go, pick a few good paintings and send them to the prince."

"Yes!" The eunuch immediately put down the painting in his hand, got up and walked to the bookshelf.

The emperor pointed to the painting he had just put down and said, "Don't put this down, send someone to send it to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The eunuch was stunned for a moment, looked at the emperor suspiciously, and asked, "Didn't the emperor just say that this is a fake painting?" The slave heard that the prime minister liked Wang Xiaotang's painting the most, and he was also a master at distinguishing the authenticity, so it was inappropriate to give this painting to the prime minister? ”

The emperor was amused by his appearance of "doing bad things but worrying about being caught", "I just want the prime minister to distinguish the truth from the false!"

It was Peng Xiang who told me a few days ago that there was a doorman in his house, and he knew Wang Xiaotang's paintings very well, and he just remembered that I had a light Molantu, and volunteered to ask him to have a look! ”

"I see," the eunuch immediately held the painting and said with a smile, "The slave will arrange for someone to send it to the Prime Minister's Mansion!" ”

After turning around and taking two steps, he turned back to look at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, King Chen said, please take a look at the two copies on the right."

"The two folds on the right ......" The emperor's gaze moved to the two folds on the table, and he asked the eunuch, "Whose folds are they?" ”

The eunuch replied: "One is for the prince of Chen's mansion, and one is for the prime minister!"

The emperor waved his hand, motioned him to step back, walked to the table and sat down, picked up Chen Bai's excerpt with interest, and read softly in his mouth: "How did Xiaobai's please An excerpt get mixed with Peng Xiang's excerpt, shouldn't Brother Bin make such a low-level mistake?"

He opened the fold and looked at it, and his eyes lit up.

Xiaobai recommended his brother to appoint the imperial compiler!

Interesting, really interesting!

You must know that Brother Bin, the eldest son, has been hiding in the palace of King Chen since he recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and he is very mysterious.

If you give up a position of imperial compilation and get him to the palace to take a closer look, it is not impossible!

The position of this imperial compilation is given!

He picked up the pen and wrote down the "quasi-music" without hesitation, and then slowly opened the second excerpt, and when he saw the content on it, the light under his eyes dimmed instantly.

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