The pale yellow cover of the booklet, opened and the names were written line by line according to the date.

The handwriting is neat and elegant, and the words are also big, the lines are also sparse, Yan Qingge, who is very good at reading, should have ten lines at a glance, and quickly picked out the information that was useful to him.

But now, those themselves were like dancing in front of her, twisted into a twisted shape, which made her dazzled and painful for a while, and she couldn't look at it at all.

There were no lines of words in her eyes at all, and what flashed in front of her eyes from time to time was the embroidered painting of Guanyin leading the horse, and the flying robe feet of Princess Rouhui when she left.

Ling Xiao saw that Yan Qingge's face was blue and white for a while, her eyes were in a trance, knowing that she would definitely not be able to read this booklet today, she sighed, pulled the booklet out of her hand, and said, "You should be quiet today, this matter is not in a hurry." ”

Yan Qingge looked at Ling Xiao and couldn't help crying.

Ling Xiao gently grabbed Yan Qingge's hand: "It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." Princess Rouhui is a very face-loving person, and the painting fell on her face, and she left at that time, maybe she wasn't really angry with you. ”

"I hope so." Yan Qingge was stunned: "I also hope that she is not really angry with me." ”

If there is no miracle now, Princess Rouhui's side will have no way to save her at all.

Ling Xiao saw that Yan Qingge was not at ease, so he simply opened the book that was booked in the private room, and said, "Since you can't read it, I'll read it to you." ”

After saying that, she read the name of the person who had booked the private room for the next few days.

These people are basically people who live very well in the capital, either rich or expensive, listening to it, Yan Qingge suddenly said: "Who is the person who has set a private room on the third day of the seventh month?" ”

"It's Lord Zhang Zelin!"

Yan Qingge stroked his palms thoughtfully: "It's him!" ”

Zhang Zelin on the left and Gu Pingshan on the right, before she was reborn, were famous. But their development is much later than now, almost ten years later, before they can speak out, if according to the previous trajectory, now they don't know where to boil their qualifications.

In this life, they stood out and became prime ministers early, which was inseparable from the brutal disaster that broke the capital city that year.

This Zhang Zelin is also a momentary hero.

Before her rebirth, her husband Zhu Mao became the Duke of Xinguo, and Yan Shuyu, who was very much obedient to the government, was "reused", and she also knew more about the affairs of the previous dynasty.

This Zhang Zelin, although he doesn't seem to be as talented as Gu Pingshan, is very sleek, and writes good poetry, I heard that he is also a man who welcomes him from all sides, and when people interact with him, it is like a spring breeze, and there is no scandal, he is a very, very popular official, as soon as he knows that Yan Qingge died, he has not exposed any stains that insult his personal reputation.

It can be said that he is like a saint!

As the saying goes, a tree is a big wind, but Zhang Zelin is like this, but Yan Qingge can't see through it.

She doesn't believe that there are absolutely good people in this world! No one is perfect, no matter who they are, they will have shortcomings and shortcomings, but Zhang Zelin has shaped himself so perfectly, he must be hiding something.

Seeing that Yan Qingge didn't speak, Ling Xiao deliberately teased her, wanting to make her happy, and said, "What? I just won the right phase, do you want to take down the left phase! If we do, the entire court will be ours. ”

Yan Qingge shook his head: "It's hard to say." ”

The two sat for a while, and Yan Qingge looked at all the people who had booked seats today, and found nothing new before going back.

Forsythia was obediently guarding the house, and when she saw Yan Qingge coming back, she changed her shoes, and was about to wait for her to sleep, Yan Qingge sat up suddenly, and said: "You ask people to go back to King Ning's Mansion and ask people to find the book "The Legend of the Western Regions", no matter how much it costs, you have to take it." Flickering her eyelashes, she bit her lip and said, "By the way, check the left minister Zhang Zelin, and ask someone to write down where he went in a day and who he saw in a day." It would be better if he could buy off the people of Zhang's house to find out about his daily life. ”

Forsythia agreed, quietly lifted the curtain and went out to run errands, Yan Qingge also closed his eyes and slowly forced himself to sleep.

Even though her eyes were closed, her mind was still a mess.

On Princess Rouhui's side, she still wants to try her best to make up for it. has already reached this point, she is unwilling to be completely smashed because of a small thing that should not happen. At that time, "The Legend of the Western Regions" and the rest of the books about Nalanda Temple suddenly became popular, and they must have existed long ago in the Great Zhou, but she didn't know who was in their hands now.

I don't know when, Yan Qingge fell asleep and had a messy dream all night.

The next day, she didn't have much energy, so she didn't go out, just played with her two children.

Yan Wan'er don't look small, but she hurts Yan Qingge very much, seeing that Yan Qingge is not energetic, she rubs her temples with a handkerchief from time to time, and said in a milky voice: "Mother, are you uncomfortable, Wan'er will give you a snort." After speaking, he put on a soft pink mouth and called at Yan Qingge.

Aman also came to join in the fun, but when he had a lot of saliva, he splashed half of Yan Qingge's face at once.

With these two living treasures making trouble, Yan Qingge temporarily forgot about his troubles for a while.

Time flies, and it is the second day of the seventh month in the blink of an eye, and Yan Qingge has explained the matter, but there is no result.

First of all, there was no news about the book "The Legend of the Western Regions".

And then there is Zhang Zeling's side, every day in and out is to go up and down, or to visit some friends known in the officialdom, occasionally go out, low-key tight, if it weren't for Yan Qingge's people staring strictly, confirming that the simple two-lifted small green sedan chair must be sitting on him, I don't dare to believe that Zuo Xiang went out so without pomp.

Judging from the information collected so far, Zhang Zelin is really a saint-like existence!

He is conscientious in the government and politics, treats friends without being ruthless, is amiable to his subordinates, does not form a party, does not ostentatious, and the wife and two concubines in the house are also very harmonious, and the one son and two daughters in the family never cause trouble, and he is simply a model official of the Great Zhou.

After reading the record list of this day, Yan Qingge was a little depressed.

What can such an invulnerable man do to make him use for himself?

But this kind of thing happened a lot, and gradually, she was not as anxious as she was at the beginning, she just burned the list and went out to continue eating.

Before the meal was over, Forsythia suddenly came in, walked up to Yan Qingge, and gently pulled her sleeve.

Yan Qingge understood, he was already sixty percent full, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Clean it up." Then he rinsed his mouth and went into the house with Forsythia.

Forsythia handed Yan Qingge a piece of paper and said, "Niangniang, this is the news that has just arrived." ”

Yan Qingge unfolded the small paper ball and looked at it, his brows slightly furrowed.

Zuo Prime Minister Zhang Zelin wants to hold a poetry meeting.

Next year, it will be time for the scientific examination, and many candidates who are ready to take this examination and have the conditions have come to the capital early, although the number is not very large, but it is not small.

Especially some candidates, after the last scientific examination, did not go back at all, and stayed directly in the capital to review, preparing to fight again.

Among these people, there are some real talents, and after the middle school is lifted in the future, they will leap into the dragon gate, and the future is limitless.

Normally, before they actually take the exam, they will be co-opted by the officials in the court, who will put their own label on them for their own use.

There was nothing wrong with Zhang Zelin doing this, but in the list of his upcoming banquets, Yan Qingge saw an unusual name.

This person's name is Chen Xiubo.

If she remembers correctly, Chen Xiubo shined because he played the piano well, was appreciated by the emperor, became the head of the palace workshop, and often went in and out of various aristocratic families.

It's not time for Chen Xiubo to gain power, but he shouldn't have appeared at Zhang Zelin's banquet!

Because, the rest of the people invited to this banquet are all decent talents, and Chen Xiubo just debuted at that time, and he took the name of a musician.

The musician is a third-class person, the name is lowly, it is very unpopular, and the person with merit and fame will never become a musician.

The more Yan Qingge looked at it, the more he didn't understand, could it be that Zhang Zelin fell in love with Chen Xiubo's talent, so he wanted to dedicate him to the current emperor, so he won him over?

But in her memory, Zhang Zelin was not a courtier who would contribute to the upstream, and the one who appreciated Chen Xiubo at that time was the current crown prince who had been registered as the emperor, not the current emperor.

Behind this confusion, Yan Qingge came to his senses for a while.

Could it be that it's just a duplicate name?

Yan Qingge couldn't figure it out, so he raised his head and said to Forsythia: "Go check this Chen Xiubo!" ”

Forsythia said yes and walked out.

At this moment in Chuxiu Palace, the prince did not sleep.

He sat in a chair and seemed to be in a good mood.

Chuxiu Palace's study has always been very plainly furnished, with almost no superfluous decorations, and at a glance, you can see it at a glance.

But now, there is a large screen with several folds in the house, which is framed with excellent agarwood material, which is priceless, but the most amazing thing is the embroidery on it.

On each embroidered painting, there is a young girl, she is either in the shape of a mermaid, or lives in a high pavilion, or a huntress in a mountain village, which is beautiful.

Every day, the prince has to appreciate this embroidered screen carefully, never get tired of looking at it, and every time he looks at it, he will always show a doting smile on his face.

The woman in the painting will one day become a real person and stand in front of him.

Stretching his waist, the prince finished approving the last part of the day, and walked out briskly, at the door, Zhu Liubao was waiting.

"Go look for it, find me a book called "The Legend of the Western Regions"." The prince suddenly paused and gave an unprovoked order.

Zhu Liubao didn't know why the prince ordered him to do this, but what the prince asked him to do, he would definitely do.

"Yes!" Zhu Liubao answered, followed behind the prince, and walked into the middle of the night in Chuxiu Palace.

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(Tianjin)