Zhao Zhengming had been distressed for several days, and the Xuanniao King had come several times, reminding him to hand over all the books in the collection, and telling him that the Holy Maiden had already known that he had found reinforcements, and if he didn't cooperate well, he would leak the matter of his cooperation with the Holy Sect to the city garrison, presumably that group of idle and bored people would be willing to come to Zhao's house to sit down and find out all the clues.

However, he had clearly handed over all the ancient books about the state capital city to the Holy Sect, and he didn't know why they were still coming to him, what if any clues they wanted were not in the ancient books he had? What kind of reinforcement was even more confusing to him, if so, where would he be afraid of the threat of their Holy Sect?

"Do you Zhao family really plan to go your own way?" The Xuanyao King is an ultimatum on behalf of the Holy Maiden this time, if he really can't find clues here, he can only let the Holy Lord bother to calculate again, as for the price of inviting the Holy Lord, it depends on whether the Zhao family can afford it!

Zhao Zhengming's brows flared up, he really shouldn't have provoked this so-called Holy Sect at the beginning, but now not only did he not help himself, but he lost a lot of ancient books, and he also relied on their Zhao family, and immediately stopped caring about any literati and elegant appearances, and said: "My Zhao family has done everything to the fullest, if you can't find what you want, you rely on our Zhao family, if you guess wrong, it has nothing to do with my Zhao family, what to say?"

"Impossible!" said with a wave of his hand, this is a glimmer of heaven that their Holy Lord has glimpsed with the remnant soul, how could it be wrong?" "It must be your Zhao family who has made a mistake!"

"My Zhao family has done its best!" Zhao Zhengming gritted his teeth.

Before the Xuanniao King could say anything more, the door to the study was pushed open.

"Grandpa, Mr. Xuan. ”

But it was Zhao Mingzhu who pushed open the door and walked in.

Zhao Zhengming forced out a smile: "It's Mingzhu'er, come to grandpa!"

Although the Xuanniao King is a demon king, he also has a good impression of this cute girl, the expression on his face softened a little, took two steps back, made way for the ancestors and grandchildren, and said: "I hope that the head of the Zhao family will think about it again, and Xuan will leave!"

He walked out of the doorway and turned into a small black bird and left.

Zhao Mingzhu retracted his gaze, stared at Zhao Zhengming's face with burning eyes, and said: "Sun Er has heard that he is good at transforming and changing shapes, and he is either a spirit beast or a demon, although Sun Erguan is polite to this Mr. Xuan, he should not be a spirit beast, and the spirit beasts should not be able to come out of the 100,000 mountains, right?"

If it's not a spirit animal, then it can only be a demon.

"Mingzhu, you..."Zhao Zhengming was stunned, but it turned out that his precious granddaughter had unknowingly noticed such a big thing.

Zhao Mingzhu had tears in her eyes, but said with a smile: "When my granddaughter is bored, she will turn through a few more books to read, and so many ancient books in our family will naturally have some records about such things." Moreover, the granddaughter also discovered that there was a book that was not quite right. ”

Zhao Zhengming was suddenly startled, and immediately realized what his granddaughter was talking about, but he still confirmed in a trembling voice: "Why is it not right?"

"The cover of one book is obviously twice as thick as the other, which is obviously wrong, but the granddaughter does not know how to take the secret out of the cover. Sensing Zhao Zhengming's demeanor, Zhao Mingzhu couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

"Where is that book?" Zhao Zhengming took a step forward and grabbed Zhao Mingzhu's hand.

"Naturally, it's a giveaway. ”

"Gave it away?"

Gently breaking free of his grandfather's hand, Zhao Mingzhu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said: "My granddaughter can't reveal the secret, and she just wants to give me something to save my life, so I will give it away. Grandpa loves me so much, I don't think he blames me for giving away that book, right?"

The corners of Zhao Zhengming's eyes twitched, but he could only say against his will: "Grandpa naturally won't blame my baby Mingzhu'er, come, tell grandpa, which life-saving benefactor to give it to?"

"Of course it's for..."Zhao Mingzhu rolled his eyes, pointed to the door and said, "Look, someone is coming, it seems that there is something urgent!"

glanced at Zhao Mingzhu dotingly, but how could he be willing to ask her again? Instead, he thought that this might not be a bad thing, this time the thing is really not in the Zhao family, those so-called Holy Sect people should always leave, right?

A servant walked in and saluted: "Master, the old man said that there was a scholar named Sanqi who came with a letter to ask to see the master!"

"The old man?" Zhao Zhengming was quite surprised, if it was an ordinary person, the old man would not alarm him at all, and he could deal with it himself, but since he sent someone to find him this time, it means that the person who came must have something extraordinary.

At this time, Zhao Mingzhu said: "Grandpa, let's go and have a look! And I haven't seen the old head since I recovered." ”

"Then let's go!" For the talented heroes, their Zhao family is also willing to make friends.

The two helped each other to leave, but neither of them saw that on the eaves, a small black bird blinked its eyes and flew into the sky.

At the door of Zhao's mansion, a tall scholar stood at the door uneasily, carrying a shabby package behind him, holding a broken wooden stick in his hand, and his shoes showed his toes, his appearance was unremarkable, but a pair of lying silkworms looked more pleasant, and the whole person looked like a dusty man, only the gray robe that was washed looked a little whitish and looked clean.

"Student Sanqi, meet the head of the Zhao family, and this young lady!" scholar Sanqi crampeded.

Zhao Zhengming and Zhao Mingzhu looked at this scholar and glanced at each other, and couldn't see anything special about him, so Zhao Mingzhu asked, "Do you want to borrow my Zhao family's ancient books?"

Sanqi nodded hurriedly, and said respectfully: "Exactly, the student is about to familiarize himself with the books, reach the scriptures, and hope that Miss will be gracious!"

"I don't know what kind of books you want to borrow, the subset of scriptures and histories, poetry books, and miscellaneous crafts, but there are some remnants of my Zhao family, you can choose one or two books and return them after viewing. Zhao Mingzhu said.

The Zhao family's collection of books is widely envied by readers all over the world, and there is an endless stream of people who come to borrow books, and most of them are arranged for the reception of the old head, only one book is lent at a time, and it must be written who borrowed it and when it was returned. But Rao is like this, there is one in a hundred who borrow books and do not return them, don't look at the small number, for every hundred books lent, one has not been returned, and over the years, the Zhao family's secret room has gone one out of ten.

I don't know, anyway, in this way, the Zhao family can be regarded as extremely generous in borrowing books.

"Students are not talented, they want to read all the books!"

The scholar, who was still timid, said this unexpectedly firmly, and his eyes showed perseverance.

Zhao Mingzhu frowned tightly, she was originally very tolerant of those who came to the Zhao family to borrow books, even if there were occasional borrowers who did not return the books, she would turn a blind eye, and sometimes she would comfort her grandfather. After all, she doesn't mind helping out, even if the number of books she wants to borrow is higher, she will try to find a compromise to convince her grandfather.

But the scholar in front of him actually said that he wanted to read all the books, how can this be believed?

The Zhao family's secret room has more than tens of thousands of books, and even reading one every day without eating or drinking will take a lifetime of energy. What's more, reading a book is not even if you have read it, interpreting the text to convey the meaning, thinking and analyzing, and those who have difficulty in understanding it need to read it through the month, and if there is no famous teacher to teach it, its meaning is difficult to appear, and reading it is equivalent to reading in vain.

Zhao Mingzhu glanced at her grandfather, saw that he shook his head slightly, and had no choice but to say: "If you want to borrow a few more copies, my Zhao family can also try their best to be accommodating, but this time I have to mention the word "Guan" again!"

"But students do need to go through... Need to be like this, Wanwang will be accommodating!" Sanqiyi almost cried when he heard this, and had to beg again and again.

Seeing this scholar like this, even if Zhao Mingzhu was good-hearted, he was a little unhappy: "Why are you so messing around? ”

sighed and helped Zhao Zhengming step back to the threshold, leaving the scholar alone in the same place as if he was mourning.

At this time, the old man limped from not far away, and when he saw Zhao Mingzhu and Zhao Zhengming, he hurriedly walked a few steps, and his body was up and down, making people worry about whether he would shake himself down.

"Brain... Brain Night Small... Sister!" After laboriously saying this, he put his eyes on Zhao Mingzhu, his eyes were full of joy.

Zhao Mingzhu was also in a good mood when he saw the old man, and said with a smile: "I recovered a few days ago, but you are not here in the old house in the past few days, and I haven't been able to see you." ”

The old head of the house has a real name, anyway, in Zhao Mingzhu's impression, everyone calls him the old head of the house, and over time, no one mentions his real name, and now it is estimated that few people remember it.

The old man squinted and nodded, then looked at Zhao Zhengming again, and said, "That book... The Book Monk..."

However, before the old head of the house finished speaking, Zhao Zhengming interrupted him, only to see Zhao Zhengming waved his hand impatiently, frowned, and said: "The old head of the house should not let them in in the future, even if it is a book borrower, you can't lend them books at will, especially like the kid outside the door, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

After speaking, he pulled Zhao Mingzhu away in anger.

smiled at Zhao Mingzhu, who waved goodbye to him, and the old head of the house walked to the gate in confusion.

The gate was still not closed, and there was no doorman to read the joke, only a dumb scholar who looked at the tall door wall in amazement.

"Old man, Sanqi is gone..."

Seeing the old man walk up to him, Sanqi hugged his fist at the kind old man, if it wasn't for the old man's kindness to let the next person report, he probably wouldn't even be able to see the face of the head of the Zhao family, let alone say a few words with the lovely young lady, it is extremely rare, but in the end he didn't get the opportunity to read the group of books as he wished.

The old man looked at Sanqi, his cloudy eyes showed a hint of thought, then picked up a small pebble, wrote a few words on the bluestone slab in front of the door, and then wiped it with the lame soles of his shoes, grinned at it and retreated into the door.

Sanqi looked thoughtfully at the handwriting that had been smeared by the old man, and staggered out of the door of the Zhao Mansion.

That's what the old man wrote.

Qinghua Academy is a holy place for scholars, there are branches in all major cities in Qingzhou, the general courtyard in the state capital city, and there are three major Confucian towns, as well as countless collections of books in the scripture building.

Why don't you try your luck at Qinghua Academy? Anyway, it's all the way from Zhongzhou, but how can you enter Qinghua Academy?

"This brother, looking at the gloomy clouds between your eyebrows, there must be something on your mind, why don't you come to my hexagram stall to count a hexagram, and ask about the future?"