Pei Bulet heard this, his eyes suddenly bloomed with brilliance, and he nodded hurriedly.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Private School near my home once said that I was a seed of reading when I was a child."

"It's a pity that my father listened to the rumors and sent me to learn martial arts, so I didn't have a chance to participate in the literary world, it's a pity."

When Master Xiang on the side heard this, he was surprised.

Those who can be guards by his side are generally investigated clearly.

And Pei Burang's information, he still remembers.

According to the Great Cadre Rule, children are generally required to attend private school for three years.

As a result, Pei Burang only went to school for a year, and he yelled that Mr. Teaching was like a mosquito, and he always lectured loudly while he was sleeping.

Then he embarked on the martial arts, and since then he has been out of control, and Daqian has since had a martial arts god of war who retreats with one shot.

You say that your martial arts cultivation is thorough, I believe it.

But when will you be able to read? Also read the seeds... Does this word have anything to do with you?

Lao Pei, Lao Pei, he looks quite honest on weekdays, but he didn't think that he wanted to be a reader with a belly full of bad ideas.

"So what's so good about this poem? I wonder if Commander Pei can point out a little girl? ”

"Well, what's so good about this poem..., it's... It's written specially! ”

"What's special?"

"Exceptional!"

"Hey, the face of this Gu family kid is a seed of reading at first glance, and he is only a little worse than me, can the poems he writes be bad?"

"Sir, you said yes, right?"

Pei Burang arched the arch of the eldest lord and motioned him to save some face for himself in front of outsiders.

When Master Xiang heard this, his heart jumped back and forth between loyal subordinates and conscience, and finally felt that he still couldn't afford to lose this person, so he said, "It's good if you're happy." ”

"You see, my lord is a man who has seen the world, and he says so, so that's right."

Master Xiang: "......"

Aren't all the martial artists in the world sharing the same brain?

Or when you practice martial arts, you break your brain?

"Ah...... Really, a unique insight. Xiang Zhirou racked her brains and gave a fair evaluation.

Then he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Brother Beichuan, do you have a name for this poem?" ”

Pei Bu let see this, satisfied. felt that this girl was impressed by her unique literary insights and artistic accomplishments, and she was ashamed of herself and fled in a hurry.

"The title of the poem is "Don't Zhengyang", what does Master Lu think?"

Lu Xu is his real name, Gu Beichuan is white, even if he writes poetry, it is not in accordance with the etiquette law to discuss the real name of the prince of the imperial court.

In contrast, Zhengyang is just a ban, so there are not so many restrictions.

When Master Xiang heard this, he finally showed a slight smile, nodded and said, "A good poem is also a good name." ”

"Not to mention anything else, just talking about your two verses, it's worth it."

"I hope that one day, the old man will be able to call the world, and everyone will know my name."

"Just like three hundred years ago, when Emperor Taizu Gao was alive!"

"The old man has a good mind and ambition, I'll have a drink."

"You bastard, the old man has a drink, you give me half a cup, don't you care about people?"

"It's full, it's full."

The four of them were full of wine and food in a burst of laughter, and then parted ways.

Gu Beichuan was still in Huainan, but Master Xiang and the others left Huainan City, which had left an indelible impression on him in the early morning of the next day.

"What does the master think of Gu Beichuan?" On the way, Wei Qing asked.

He has always wanted to meet Gu Beichuan. But last night, Master Xiang had a purpose, and he didn't want the two of them to meet, so he could only knock on the side this morning to take a look at last night's situation.

When Master Xiang heard this, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said: "The writing is brilliant, and he has the talent to govern the country through the world, but some of them are neither big nor small." ”

Master Xiang remembered the scene of last night, one big and one small, calling each other inappropriate sons of man and old immortal, and his smile became even stronger.

"If this person can be born in the same era as the wild land, my Daqian really has the power of thunder and heaven, and he is unstoppable."

Hearing these words, Rao Yi Wei Qing's city government was also a little shocked.

His Majesty's evaluation of Gu Beichuan is so high!

"Then is he willing to become an official?"

Master Xiang shook his head and said, "I don't want to." ”

"Then wouldn't I lose a good talent in vain?" Prime Minister Wei Dacheng was heartbroken and felt unable to breathe.

"Who said that?"

"Wait and see, this kid should be doing his best for me."

Master Xiang thought of Xiang Zhirou's figure and said.

How can he not see the secret affection between the two of them?

It's just the identity of that girl...

"That's good, that's good. Such talents should be collected as soon as possible, and if they are poached by other countries, it will really hurt me. ”

Hearing this, Pei Burang was a little angry, and said: "I think that's what Gu Beichuan is all about, I'm better than him." ”

Hearing this, Wei Qing turned to look at him, his eyebrows mixed with a look of surprise that overflowed with words.

"Who gave you the confidence?"

"My private school, Mr."

"Mr. Private School? I don't remember that Commander Pei's family invited a private school teacher. ”

"When I was a child, he praised me as a reading seed when I was a child. It's all my father's fault, but he wants to send me to practice martial arts. ”

"Otherwise, with my intelligence, my achievements in literature and Taoism today may be a little higher than that Gu family boy."

When Master Xiang heard this, he shook his head.

Although there is no IQ requirement for the first guard in the palace, but... Alas, that's it.

The corners of Wei Qing's mouth twitched, thinking about whether to tell him that Mr. Private School said this to every child who doesn't like to read, otherwise he wouldn't be able to earn money.

After thinking about it, I still didn't say anything.

It may be a huge blow to Commander Pei.

Scholars, pay attention to what you do not want to do to others, so as to consider others.

Wei Qing is such a model.

……

Yang.

In the dim secret room, the fire candle burned slowly, and the yellowed candlelight reflected two figures staring at each other.

"Dad, let's do it!"

"The second prince was confined to the Yuan Palace, and the military attachés were leaderless."

"Your Majesty is seriously ill, and the crown prince is in charge of the country supported by the civil officials. But Wei Qing is nowhere to be found, his faction can't make any sound, and the court has long become our hall of words. ”

"This is the best chance, now is the time, but when?"

"Dad, this is the best chance for our Yang family to get rid of the title of the fourth world and the third prince and go further!" Yang Shu's expression was excited, his words were eager, and his face was full of excitement.

When Yang Huai heard this, he looked at his son and approached step by step.

Yang Shu just watched his father approach step by step, and his eyebrows were full of anticipation.

He is even imagining the scene after the success of the Yang family's uprising, his father is the emperor, and the prince can only be himself! Could it be that Yang Shao couldn't be the concubine?

However, just as he was fascinated and fantasized about climaxing, a cold slap woke him up.

I saw Yang Huai standing in front of him with a pale face, and spit out two words coldly: "Rebel!" ”