Zhaoyi Palace.

"Qing'er, which dress do you say looks good in this palace?"

Wu Meiniang picked up an azure fringed dress and a jade white dress and looked at Qing'er.

Qing'er held her cheeks, tilted her little head, and said seriously: "Which one does the mother wear?" ”

"When did your mouth get sweet?" Wu Meiniang scolded with a smile: "I must have learned it from Xiao Zhaozi." ”

"Niangniang, then which one do you say Qing'er looks good on?"

Qing'er took out a cyan long skirt and a cyan long skirt from her wardrobe.

"It's all good-looking, Xiao Zhaozi must like it."

Wu Meiniang deliberately teased, and Qing'er blushed when she heard it.

Seeing this, Wu Meiniang knew that she guessed correctly, these two people like to fight on weekdays, and the relationship is not simple.

"Qing'er, do you want to eat against Xiao Zhaozi?"

Qing'er's face turned even redder, "Niangniang, Niangniang, you are talking nonsense, there are no slaves!" ”

"No, then it's good for the palace to arrange other palace maids to eat with Xiao Zhaozi?"

"Not good!" Qing'er said subconsciously, but immediately realized that she had lost her words, "Niangniang forgives the sin, slave and maid, I don't disagree with Niangniang's order......"

Wu Meiniang laughed and trembled, "This palace won't blame you, it's just that this palace is thinking about a question, if Xiao Zhaozi is a real man, he must be very likable to women." ”

Qing'er recovered her face a little at this time, "Niangniang is right, that guy is oily and smooth, and he looks good, Niangniang has never mentioned any eunuchs, but she loves Xiao Zhaozi very much, and mentions it every day......"

Qing'er was still talking heartlessly, but Wu Meiniang had already turned her face away.

Qing'er didn't know that at this moment, a flush flashed on Wu Meiniang's beautiful face, as if Qing'er's words also hit her heart......

……

Meanwhile.

Zhaoyi Palace is ten zhang away.

Zhao Wujiang didn't stop, he was on his way to the secretary province.

Today, he is going to receive his official uniform.

Whole boxes of fireworks have been placed in their own residences to play their role in the evening.

Half an hour later, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the secretary province.

As one of the book collection institutions of Datang, the Secretary Province has a vast number of books stored in it.

As soon as he stepped into the attic where the secretary was located, he smelled a faint smell of ink and paper.

There are not many people in the secretary province, but there are guards patrolling around the entire secretary province.

Zhao Wujiang stepped through the stairs and found that there was no one.

"Shouldn't it, people?"

Suddenly, he heard an angry roar, some distance away from him.

Zhao Wujiang ran along with the sound, turning east and west and slowly approaching the sound source.

Turning another corner, he saw a crowd of people gathered at the gate of a library pavilion, and there was a constant discussion.

The roars and quarrels came from the library.

Zhao Wujiang squeezed into the crowd and saw the object of the quarrel.

The most striking thing is a middle-aged scholar-like man, with black and white hair, sitting on a chair with a man dressed as an old servant standing behind him.

The middle-aged scholar's gray eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, his face was full of awe, and he was arguing with six men.

One tongue fights the crowd.

When the quarrel reached the critical point, I saw the middle-aged scholar roaring, and his body was full of mighty energy.

"Even if he is the emperor, he must follow this rule!"

Zhao Wujiang looked at the noisy people and felt a little surprised.

In his impression, as the secretary of the national library institution, the province should have a long time and a quiet life.

The equivalent of a library in a previous life.

How can there be any reason to make a loud noise in the library?

"Who is this brother, that scholar?"

Zhao Wujiang pointed to the scholar who was fighting many people with one person, and asked the school scholar who was watching the play on the side.

"He, Wang Yifang."

"Who is Wang Yifang?"

"You don't know Wang Yifang?"

Xiao Shulang felt a little incredible, there were still people in the secretary province who didn't know Wang Yifang, he looked at Zhao Wujiang, only to find that Zhao Wujiang was alive.

"Eunuch Wei, you always know each other."

Wei Jian is Wei Zheng, who has worked as a secretary supervisor in the secretary province before...... Zhao Wujiang nodded.

"This Wang Yifang is the niece and son-in-law of Wei Eunuch, who was demoted because of his admonition before, and he just returned to Chang'an not long ago."

"Hanging out all day and night in this secretary province, no, I quarreled with the secretary of the living room."

Xiao Shulang's expression was playful, and he nodded at the few people who were still arguing.

"Brother Tai, do you know, why are they arguing?"

"Whew, it's a little thing.

Wang Yifang believes that the content of the record of the emperor's daily life is biased, and he can't write good words just because he is the Son of Heaven.

Julang thought that Wang Yifang was not from the secretary province, and he was simply nosy, so the two quarreled.

However, where can the living man quarrel with Wang Yifang, Wang Yifang is the person valued by Wei Jian back then.

The living room can't talk about what to do, call people.

No, he called all the secretaries and another living room to help! ”

After listening to the school secretary's explanation, Zhao Wujiang probably knew the cause of the incident.

The results also appeared in front of him quickly, and the two living rooms and the four secretaries were defeated one after another.

I saw the scholar Wang Yifang sitting on the chair, sweating profusely and with a disdainful face, looking at everyone and saying:

"My generation of scholars, should be virtuous!"

He stood up, patted his white-washed robe, held his head high, swaggered away with a victorious attitude, and continued to burrow into the sea of books.

is an interesting old scholar, with a sour and heroic spirit of a scholar...... Zhao Wujiang somewhat admired Wang Yifang.

The crowd is scattered, those who should go home go home, those who should work.

Zhao Wujiang stopped the school scrivener who had just answered for him and asked, "Brother, do you know, where did the secretary Lang's official uniform go?" ”

"Huh? You little eunuch asks what this is all about? ”

Xiao Shulang looked at Zhao Wujiang in front of him in a eunuch uniform and felt puzzled.