Kangxi has not been to many courtiers' houses, and his favorite is Rong Ruo's study-Tongzhitang, which is simple and clean, scholarly and studied, and is an ideal place to do learning and reading.

Although Kangxi's own south study is also quiet, it is inevitable that there will be the sound of the case, which is not as quiet as here. Every time I come back here and step into the threshold, it is as if I have left all the boredom in my heart behind, leaving only a fluttering clear mind to use to splash ink.

Therefore, every time Kangxi goes out of the palace for a small tour, he always likes to go to Rongruo's Tongzhitang to stay for a while.

The season is approaching the twenty-third day of the lunar month, it is the New Year's season, the street pushes a wheelbarrow, carrying a basket to purchase New Year's goods, the hawkers take advantage of the previous few days to work for a while, earn the last money to collect the stall for the New Year. Therefore, the shouting is extraordinarily vigorous, and the voice is extraordinarily bright.

"Come on! Gao Zhuang'er's persimmons! "A young man in a dark blue coarse cloth robe, with two large baskets in front ......of him, supported the ground with a flat pole, and shouted in a Beijing accent that was in line with the flavor of Changping.

Next to the persimmon stall stood a young man in a short jacket, wearing a patched black felt hat on his head, glanced at the young man selling persimmons, and stretched his neck to light up his throat with an unconvinced face: "Coriander, spicy green pepper, cucumber, big amaranth!" Tomatoes, garlic, leeks, zucchini, cabbage, summer melon, carrots, flat radish, tender toons, pickled snow red, pickled pimples......"

A loud Shandong accent shook the air with a buzzing echo. This solid and fluent selling kung fu really worked, and when he went out, a group of big girls and little daughters-in-law who picked vegetables immediately gathered in front of his stall.

Kangxi and Gu Zhenguan happened to ride past these two stalls on horseback, the two unconsciously looked at each other and smiled, Kangxi, as the emperor, was naturally happy to see such a prosperous scene, the world was peaceful, and the people enjoyed a peaceful and warm life, so he felt that his heart was right.

The two horses stepped out of two strings of silent snow trails, and gradually walked along the Houhai Sea into the mansion of the prime minister of Nalan Mingzhu at the western end.

Compared to the noise on the street just now, this place is like a sealed world, very few people come here, and the snow on both sides of the unswept snow, even the small footprints like the branches of the little sparrows jumping, are intact.

Kangxi felt that high-profile officials like Mingzhu and Suo Etu deliberately avoided having close contacts with other officials, because they knew that what he hated most was forming a party for personal gain.

But Kangxi only guessed half right, Mingzhu and Suo Etu did deliberately avoid close contacts with officials in the DPRK and China, but the reason was not all to avoid forming a party for personal gain, the real reason was: officials below the fourth grade just wanted to give gifts, and they were not qualified to step into the door of this dark red house.

"Does the young master want to add new tea? You barely slept last night, so you don't drink tea. Xiao Anzi hesitated as she held the teapot.

"Add another pot, I'll write for a while, and I'll go rest." Rong Ruo took a deep breath, and the elegant taste of the fragrance of the heart was ethereal, making him feel a force in his chest, like a gentle companion with his sleeves by his side, supporting his spirit and spirit, and making him doubly want to finish the huge work "Tongzhitang Collection" in his hand as soon as possible.

When this collection is completed, Kangxi will be overjoyed, and when he opens his mouth to hold his sleeves, this is another big bargaining chip.

Thinking of the sleeves, Rong Ruo's slightly pale thin lips reflected a gentle smile, and the sleeves were a touch of spring that would never be lost in his heart......

Xiao Anzi had just added new tea, only to see a crisp ding sound from the copper bell on the door curtain.

"Haha, we wanted to peek at what you're doing, but we didn't expect you to have an alarm on the door." Kangxi said and smiled, stepped into the room, stretched out a finger, and flicked the small copper bell hanging on the lintel, the small copper bell made a cheerful sound again, and Gu Zhenguan followed behind and walked in.

Rong Ruo hurriedly got up and was about to kneel down to salute when Kangxi grabbed his arm.

"It's not in the palace, this is your home, let's not talk about those vain ceremonies!" As he spoke, Kangxi walked to Rong Ruo's bookcase, picked up the little wolf that was on the paper, and gently lifted the little wolf that had blurred the ink on the rice paper and put it on the pen holder.

Half of the rice paper was written on a page, and a large piece of it was stained by ink, thinking that Rong Ruo saw that he didn't have time to put down the pen just now, so he threw it on the paper casually, but there was a clean place left, and the Chu Henan style that had been written was beautiful and regular.

"Is this the finished draft?" Kangxi asked.

"No, it's the first draft. After finishing, you need to carefully copy it again. Rong Ruo replied.

Kangxi carefully read the handwriting on the plain paper, his eyes were full of joy, he couldn't help nodding again and again, and asked, "How much has the first draft been completed?" ”

Rong Ruo walked to the table and took out the thick dozen neat papers, handed them to Kangxi, and returned: "It's already done." ”

Kangxi stroked the thick stack of pages with his hand, and asked in surprise, "These are all written by you during this period of rest?" ”

Rong Ruo nodded and replied, "Back to the emperor, yes." Weichen's teacher, Lord Xu, is not in good health after the winter, Lord Xu is old, and his energy is limited, I only go to his house to ask for advice whenever I encounter a place where the righteousness is profound, and occasionally the weather is good, he will also come to me to discuss the compilation with me, and most of the other time, I am alone to complete. ”

"Xu Qianxue's health is getting worse and worse this year, and the then Guozi Priest Wine has gradually become inadequate......" Kangxi said, picking up part of the manuscript and reading a few pages carefully.

Gu Zhenguan was overjoyed when he heard Kangxi's words, and wanted to take this opportunity to open his mouth to fight for Rong Ruo for this position, he always felt that no matter his conduct and knowledge, Rong Ruo was very suitable for this official position.

Gu Zhenguan was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of Rong Ruozheng looking at him with a frown, and shook his head slightly, Gu Zhenguan was puzzled, so he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Although he felt that it was a pity to lose this opportunity, he also had to take into account the meaning of the party, he didn't understand Rong Ruo's thoughts, and it was inconvenient to speak rashly.

Kangxi finished reading a chapter, put the manuscript back in its place, turned back to Rong Ruo and said: "This winter, I see that your complexion is much better than in previous years, although your body is slightly weaker, but the cold disease has not recurred after all, this is a good thing, although it is important to write a book, you also have to take care of some body, what medicines and supplements do you need, although let Mingzhu go to the Shang Pharmacy in the palace to find it, I have already greeted the Internal Affairs Office, your thoughts, I understand, I want to work at this time, and when your body is completely better, I will send you to use more places!" ”

"Long live Ron!" Rong Ruo hurriedly gave a gift of gratitude.