Han Mansion, Han Shoufu and Chen Qingfeng sat opposite each other, and their faces were solemn.

"Hehe, that Pei Zongmin is his person who is the king of Chu, Pei Zongmin moved my beloved daughter, I haven't gone to him to settle the account, he still dares to take the initiative to mix! Really when I'm a rice bucket? Han Shoufu's tone was very angry.

"That's the prince, as long as you don't rebel, what can you do with him?" Chen Qingfeng asked angrily.

"Hmph." Han Shoufu snorted coldly and did not respond.

"The two Qincha have each other's constraints, and it's not too bad. What we should really have a headache is the reaction of the princes of the court to the reform of the Northern Yan. When Chen Qingfeng said, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Hehe, you asked for permission for civilians to participate in the imperial examination before, but you have already defied the condemnation of the world, and you almost ended up with the Chen family, and now you still want to follow the reform of Beiyan?" Han Shoufu's tone was a little mocking.

"You know, it's not like I want to do that." Chen Qingfeng didn't finish his words.

Han Shoufu was silent.

Two men standing at the pinnacle of power in the world looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

There was silence in the room.

I don't know how long it took, Han Shoufu raised the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, and broke the silence.

"Or, forget it?" He asked tentatively.

"Forget it? What do you say? Chen Qingfeng's tone was very strong.

"The affairs of the people, let's keep the status quo, the resistance is too great." Han Shoufu poured himself another cup of tea, and said while drinking it, when drinking tea, he kept letting his gaze stagger from Chen Qingfeng.

Chen Qingfeng didn't respond, but said with some emotion: "Han Jie, how many years have we known each other?" ”

Han Jie is the name of Han Shoufu.

Han Shoufu thought for a while and said: "In the third year of Longsheng, I came to Beijing for the imperial examination, and in one fell swoop, I became the Jishi of the Hanlin Academy. ”

"Yes, you were twenty and I was nineteen that year, and they were both high-spirited young people." Chen Qingfeng looked at Han Shoufu, and his eyes showed a sense of reminiscence.

"What are you talking about?" Han Shoufu was a little puzzled.

"Do you still remember the events of the fifth year of Longsheng?" Chen Qingfeng asked.

"Of course I do." Han Shoufu chuckled: "That year, I angrily denounced the scholars above the court for doing nothing. The first emperor was furious and carved a Han-level villain on the pillar of the Jinluan Palace, never using the eight characters. If you hadn't begged the old master of Chen at that time to intercede for me and gave me the position of the prefect of Xijing, I would have been dismissed from office a long time ago, how could I have this day? ”

"You're trying to tell me and let me remember your kindness, don't you?" Han Shoufu seemed to understand and asked.

Chen Qingfeng shook his head, "I want you to think about yourself back then, the self who criticized the disadvantages of the times in the court." ”

Han Shoufu was stunned.

"Hahahaha." He suddenly laughed to himself, "Young and frivolous, I don't know how thick the sky is." ”

"A rash decision is not necessarily wrong." Chen Qingfeng took a sip of tea.

"But it's useless." Han Shoufu said this very quickly.

"You ......" Chen Qingfeng didn't say anything yet.

"Alright." Han Shoufu interrupted Chen Qingfeng's words, stared at Chen Qingfeng, and said word by word: "Chen Qingfeng, I will repay your kindness, but don't want to rely on kindness and those so-called dreams to let me do stupid things with you." ”

"Hey, then Chen will leave." Chen Qingfeng stood up, his expression looking extremely disappointed.

"No." Han Shoufu turned his head away.

"Haha." Chen Qingfeng smiled disappreciatively, took out an envelope from his arms, and put it on the table, "Xijing recently has a poem, I think it is very well written, and I will show it to you." ”

With that, he strode out of the Han Mansion with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

said that he was stunned and knew that when he turned his head, he still had feelings for that year.

Just have feelings.

"Hehe, it's really stupid, Chen Qingfeng is as stupid as me back then, a person in his fifties, why is he still so stupid?" Han Shoufu sneered and turned his head back.

The moment he turned his head, he saw the envelope that Chen Qingfeng had left for him on the table.

He picked up the envelope, hesitated for a moment, and opened it.

Inside the envelope was a piece of paper, on which was a poem copied by Zhang Heng, a contemporary calligrapher, called "Bo Xijing".

Han Shoufu recognized Zhang Heng's handwriting at a glance, not only because he was a person who loved words, but also because the four characters of the world in his bedroom were written by Zhang Heng for him.

"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night park in Xijing is close to the restaurant." Han Shoufu read the first two sentences softly.

This mood is really good.

He couldn't wait to look down.

"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings "Xia Tinghua" across the river." When Han Shoufu read these two lines of poetry, his expression was unconscious.

"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings "Xia Tinghua" across the river." He kept repeating it.

"Have I become a member of the restaurant too?" Han Shoufu muttered.