Pei Shu got up and solemnly thanked her.

At first, she wanted to leave the Guogong Mansion and set up her own door, and since she was reborn, she has been lazy in taking care of clan affairs, but now she has to go a different way, and some things naturally have to be recalculated.

However, even if you want to raise fish, you don't want to raise some stinky fish and rotten shrimp, only excellent teachers and an environment that is not inferior to the academy can attract truly high-quality talents.

Jen Dashi Ken stepped forward and really did her a great favor.

Zhan Youqian waved his hand: "Don't be busy thanking you first, those old guys who are full of wealth are tall, can you say that you can move them, but I don't know." ”

Pei Shu said: "I can save it, whether it is successful or not, I can ask you to come forward to say yes, this friendship is extremely rare." ”

The person who listened to this was physically and mentally comfortable, Zhan Youqian was pleased, and wondered why he had to cheat her into one or two old antiques.

At the same time, he did not forget to seek more benefits for himself: "In your spare time, if the old man invites you to play, you can't refuse." ”

Pei Shu was full of promises.

There is room for manoeuvre.

It's night, and the city is dark and sparsely lit.

In the Lan Courtyard, the lights were as bright as day, and Pei Shu was writing at the desk and adjusting the details of the plan.

The existing clan school is located at the back end of the family temple, and it is enough for the private school courtyard to only accept the children of the family, and it is a bit cramped to recruit students from other schools.

It's not grand enough.

The second uncle is about to be released, and the family is bound to relocate, and the north courtyard is idle and dusty, so it is better to change it into a family school according to local conditions.

Don't look at the hard life of the second uncle's family over the years, haha, in fact, the area of the entire North Courtyard is not small.

The north courtyard is facing the street in front of the pattern, called "Line Book Street", where bookstores, scripture shops, and old books gather in one street, and the cultural atmosphere is full.

Most of the people who come here are cultural people with ink in their hearts and some Buddhist Taoist monks, who behave modestly and are not as noisy as the street market.

On the back is a quiet grove, through which there is a lake view, and the environment is not picky.

It's a quiet place of feng shui.

Just before the position facing the line book street, a small door was dug for the second uncle's family to enter and exit, and on this basis, it was widened and heightened, which could be used as the main entrance of the private school, and the inside was slightly rebuilt, and a wall was built to block the communication with the back house.

In this way, a private academy that was both independent and closely connected to the government was completed.

Pei Shu calculated, and the construction period could be completed in one month.

At the same time, Yunlu went to the North Courtyard.

It is true that the North Courtyard is not in Pei Yuanchang's name, and the rest of the Pei family also regards the second room as a shame to live under the same roof, but Pei Shu treats him as a family.

The north courtyard is rebuilt, and saying hello in advance is the minimum respect.

Entering the front hall of the north courtyard, Yun Lu said politely and politely: "Second master, the female monarch means to try not to disturb your daily life, the front is not moving, first build the wall that separates the backyard, do you think it is convenient?" ”

"Build on, build whatever you want." Pei Yuanchang waved his hand.

Although the nephew sent the eldest maid to spread the word to rebuild the north courtyard, but it did not specify his whereabouts, Pei Yuanchang's mind was very bright.

After a little thought of the cause and effect, he knew that his release was a certainty, and it was estimated that he would set off soon, and he would touch it after the Birthday Festival.

Thinking about the joints, Pei Yuanchang was overjoyed.

Yun Lu bent his knees: "Thank you for your understanding and tolerance, so the slave and maid went back to the female monarch." ”

Pei Yuanchang got up and said, "It's dark and the road is off, I'll send you." ”

Yun Lu stopped him: "Respect and order, I am a servant, you are the master, how can it be reversed." The second master is a person who will make great achievements in the future, so he doesn't have to be arrogant. ”

Pei Yuanchang was stunned.

Look, who said that he didn't give him a letter, the words were full of quasi-Xin'er, and he was given reassurances one by one.

His nephew is really a big thing, and even the maids around him are not simple, Pei Yuanchang's heart is hot, and his eyes are moist.

The goddess is here to save him......

For many years, he has been despised and ridiculed outside, and he has been talking about the masters of the courtyards inside, and even none of the subordinates take him seriously, and they can't wait to ride his neck as a prestige.

Over the years, he has bowed his head and bent his knots, and he has lived a miserable life!

After a long absence, how could he not be moved by this heartfelt respect.

By this time the twilight was dark, and the earth was dark.

But when I saw a house, the lantern in front of the roof eaves emitted a dense red light, and someone followed the fluorescent light and stepped into the light.

In the brightly lit study, the person who came was dressed in a black robe and wrapped his whole body tightly, and his face under the hood was scarred.

The first one is unrecognizable and horrible.

I'm afraid that no one will be able to identify this former adjutant general who died on the battlefield in the Battle of Nanyi five years ago

- Han Zhao.

He sat in the shadow of the light, playing with an extremely sharp torture knife, and said regretfully: "It's not interesting, the minions raised by the dog thief can't withstand the toss." ”

Xie Xian stood in front of the head of the birds and beasts, and the general outline of a landscape painting had been outlined on the spread of rice paper, and he lowered his eyes and focused on rendering the details and lines.

There was no response to him.

Han Zhao didn't care much about this, as if he was used to the rhythm of dialogue with him, and he played with the torture knife with great interest.

The nimble blade made a cut in the fingertips, and the blood beads scrambled out.

The smell of blood seemed to inspire a deep beastly nature, and he raised his bleeding fingers to look at it for a moment, then put it to the tip of his tongue and smacked it fiercely, cracking his mouth to reveal a contented and perverted expression.

With his terrifying face, the picture is really indescribably terrifying.

After drawing the last stroke, Xie Xian took two steps back, and seemed not very satisfied with the observation for a while, and after grabbing the drawing paper and crumpling it aside, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Han Zhao,

"How do you die?"

Han Zhao was like a madman who had lost his pain, rubbing his torn fingertips back and forth, and replied: "As before, I couldn't stand the punishment, and I was about to pry my mouth open, when my pupils suddenly dilated, and I died of spasms and salivation. ”

In the past five years, several suspicious people related to the theft of official silver have been arrested one after another, and brought back for interrogation, but they always died inexplicably at the critical moment when they were about to confess.

It's weird.

The autopsy didn't find any toxins and Gu worms, as if it had fallen under some mysterious curse.

So much so that the most important clue stagnates and is difficult to break through.

Xie Xian re-spread a piece of drawing paper: "Cockroaches are like rats and insects that come out of the gutter day and night, it is not easy to find out, don't be light or heavy in order to satisfy your secret habits." ”

The way prisoners die is indeed strange, but there are also those who can't stand the torture and die first.

Han Zhao kept biting the wounded finger with the tip of his teeth, and said in a vague tone: "It's all hard bones, where can you pry your mouth open if you don't use ruthless hands." ”

Over the years, others have lived in the dark, and they have changed from brave and good soldiers to fierce interrogators.

Seeing blood excites him, and when he is excited, he inevitably loses his weight.

Xie Xian glanced up at his bloody fingers, and lowered his face slightly: "I think if my grandfather is still here, I definitely don't want to see you lose your aberration." ”

"Han Zhao, Vice General Han! One day you will return to the battlefield, and that is where you finally belong. You are a brave warrior, not a butcher beast who knows no restraint. ”

Han Zhao was stunned, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and his emotions were surging.

A short sentence, not high-pitched, not harsh, but contains the power to hit the heart.

The uneasy feeling that had been entrenched in my heart for several years gradually disappeared and was replaced by something called hot blood.

Over the years, he has allowed his anger to grow barbaric, his mentality has become more and more distorted, he has taken pleasure in abusing others and himself, and he has almost forgotten his identity, the identity that once made him proud.

He shouldn't be like this, he's a warrior!

The battlefield warrior who once broke through thousands of armies and terrified the enemy!

He lowered his head a little embarrassed, and his voice was hoarse: "The last general is ashamed, and the last general will be taught!" ”