The Yuan family is gone, and Zhang Zheng is also rejuvenated. Because Zhang Zheng knows that no matter what time it is, his mother's arms will always be the warmest harbor in the world.

Zhang Zheng searched all over the entire cemetery for the missing fragment of the ring ruler, but could not find it. Zhang Zheng had no choice but to put the two broken ring rulers into the filial piety hall built by Chen Yu and others last night.

Then officially began to guard filial piety for Lao Li Gang. The furnishings in the hall are very simple, only two beds, a desk, a fire pit, an iron kettle, and an unlit oil lamp.

The other bed belonged to Li Chengqian, and Li Chengqian also came to wake the soul of the old Li Gang, and by the way, he began to study in the academy.

Oh, and taking care of a group of younger brothers who are also studying at the academy! On the desk, there was a pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a bunch of textbooks, which belonged to Zhang Zheng.

Because of Zhang Zheng, he is about to officially start his days as a gentleman in the academy. Zhang Zheng was familiar with a group of gentlemen, and they were also waved by the heads of various families, and all of them were sent to the academy to live a bad life.

It is conceivable that in the coming days, Zhang Zheng's life in the academy will definitely be very enjoyable.

On the same day, Zhang Zheng began his life as a gentleman and a wake. Before you know it, more than two months have passed.

On this day, Zhang Zheng had just finished a theoretical lesson on Capital for a class of students. I listened to the medical students passing by discussing, and it is said that His Majesty has been having nightmares lately and has been suffering from insomnia for a long time.

Visiting famous doctors and famous Taoist priests all over the world has no effect. Hearing the news, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but be silent for a while.

As a prophecy, Li Shimin really started to have nightmares as he did in history. It's just that Zhang Zheng knows that Li Shimin has a nightmare, and the 300,000 innocent people who died in vain are probably only a small part of the reason.

The real culprit is still the change in Xuanwumen. He killed his brother and brother with his own hands, and ascended to the throne of the emperor with the blood of his own brother.

The matter is simple, and the history books are only a few strokes to bring it over. But the kind of psychological pressure that the parties have to endure is unknown to outsiders.

When guilt and remorse fill a person's heart, time is suppressed for too long. It is not surprising that mental illness has emerged.

This is not something that doctors and Taoist priests can cure. It's just that Zhang Zheng didn't take it to heart after listening to it. Zhang Zheng doesn't want to care about Chang'an's affairs now.

Whether it's disheartened or bad, let him go. So Zhang Zheng didn't stop, came to the canteen, asked for a meal to take away, and then returned to the filial piety hall for Lao Li Gang.

Before he entered the filial piety hall, he found a little fat man sticking his head out of the window of the filial piety hall, secretly looking at something.

Zhang Zheng slowed down and controlled the sound of his footsteps. Then he walked behind the little fat man, raised his foot and kicked it on the little fat man's high pouting buttocks.

"Ouch, who, who dares to sneak up on me!" The little fat man was kicked by Zhang Zheng and stuck into the small window, and he couldn't help but curse in his mouth.

Then it took all the strength to breastfeed, and only then did he pull his fat body out of the window. turned around and was about to get angry, but saw the master of Xiaotang staring at him with a mocking face.

The foot that caused me to get stuck at the window mouth hasn't been retracted.

"Ah, Brother Zheng'er, what a coincidence......" The little fat man's eyes rolled, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"What is Brother Sheng, you have to be called Mr. in the academy. Li Qingque, what are you doing sneakily at the door of my room? "The little fat man is none other than Li Tai, the king of Wei, who has been studying in the academy for half a year.

Zhang Zheng found that he had peeped into the filial piety hall where he lived not once or twice, but this time, he happened to be caught by himself.

Li Tai knew Zhang Zheng's temperament, and it was okay to quibble if he was caught. So he replied with a hippie smile: "Mr. misunderstood, I was just passing by, passing by!" Hearing Li Tai say this, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, is he such a foolish person?

It's just that there is nothing in the filial piety hall that Li Tai is worried about, and Zhang Zheng has lost the mind to deal with him.

He took out the key and opened the small door of the filial piety hall. Then he sat down at his desk, opened a book casually, and began to eat.

Seeing this, Li Tai hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran away. Li Chengqian kept filial piety for the old Li Gang for 49 days, and now the period of filial piety has long expired.

So Zhang Zheng was the only one left in the room. However, Li Shimin did not know what his psychology was, and he did not recall Li Chengqian to Chang'an, nor did he arrange a new teacher for Li Chengqian.

Instead, Li Chengqian moved into his villa in Cuiwei Mountain and took classes with the students in the academy.

It's just that Li Chengqian's task is much heavier than that of ordinary students. Because Li Chengqian still has to learn how to manage the country.

Every day after school, other students are invited to hang out in the academy in twos and threes.

Or invite a few friends to play a game of Keju or polo in the sports field, or go to the library on the top of Cuiwei Mountain to borrow extracurricular books.

Only Li Chengqian's villa had to be lit up until late at night, reviewing the recitals sent by the political hall alone.

If you are not sure, you have to consult the great Confucian Lu Deming, or Mr. Jiuliu, Mr. Yuanzheng and the like.

This kind of workload, even for an adult, is very large. But 14-year-old Li Chengqian has long been accustomed to it.

After eating, Zhang Zheng took out his pen and ink and began to continue to write the fragments of knowledge in his previous life.

Zhang Zheng has been doing this for the past two months. The manuscript paper for writing is already a thick stack.

It's just that Zhang Zheng was just about to put down his pen, and the little fat man Li Tai, who had just slipped away, ran back at some point.

After stepping into the filial piety hall, he sat on the bed belonging to Li Chengqian with a big grin. Seeing that Zhang Zheng ignored him, he took one out of the stack of manuscript paper by himself.

Then he asked Zhang Zheng: "Sir, can I watch it?" Zhang Zheng didn't look up, and replied indifferently: "Whatever!" Then he continued to write the fragments of knowledge that he remembered.

Sooner or later, these studies will be handed over to the students of Datang with the help of the academy. So Zhang Zheng didn't have the intention of keeping it secret at all, Li Tai was willing to watch it, so let him be optimistic, as long as he could understand it.

"Okay!" Li Tai grinned, then glanced at it. Well, I didn't get it. So I took another look in a different direction.

Still don't get it!

"What the hell is this?" Li Tai frowned, and then put the manuscript paper back on the table. Zhang Zheng didn't pay attention to him, his face was thoughtful, and the pen in his hand kept falling.

One after another, the knowledge that transcended this era leaped onto the page. Before I knew it, it was sunset.