After leaving Kaifeng Mansion, Zhao Jun planned to return to the Imperial City Division first.

But unexpectedly, before stepping out of the gate of Kaifeng Mansion, Wang Shouzhong was already seen waiting outside with a team of forbidden army guards.

Wang Shouzhong stood respectfully outside the Kaifeng Mansion, not at all like the number one eunuch in the palace today.

However, this is also normal, because Zhao Kuangyin learned the lessons of the eunuchs of the Han and Tang dynasties, the number of eunuchs in the Northern Song Dynasty was very small, and it was basically difficult to gain power, and it was not until the end of the Northern Song Dynasty that the eunuch Tong Guan took power.

In addition, Zhao Jun's status is special, so let alone let Wang Shouzhong wait outside respectfully, even if he is allowed to die, he can probably only die.

Since Wang Shouzhong didn't do anything bad, and he was not bad to Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun didn't have a bad feeling for him, and when he saw him waiting outside, he walked up with some curiosity and said, "Lao Wang, are you here to find Lao Fan?" ”

Wang Shouzhong said with a smile: "The slave maid is here to find Xiaolang. ”

"Looking for me?"

Zhao Jun wondered: "The official family wants to see me again?" ”

"Yes."

Wang Shouzhong still lowered his eyebrows.

"Okay then."

Zhao Jun thought about it, although he entered the palace from time to time to make Zhao Zhen a little, but the maintenance of power depends on the distance from the center of power.

Even if he is the director of the Imperial City and has a high position, he will not be by the emperor's side for a long time, and he will inevitably be taken advantage of by other villains.

Zhao Zhen is a soft-eared person, if he is fooled into doing something harmful to himself, he won't be able to cry.

Therefore, the CPU must be constantly stimulated by things such as Jing Kang's shame and the fall of the Song Dynasty, so that he can be motivated to support his great cause of reform.

At that moment, Zhao Jun followed Wang Shouzhong all the way to the palace gate.

Kaifeng Mansion is not far from the Imperial Palace, next to the right door, from the West Corner Tower Street to the east, a few steps to Junyi Bridge Street, and then less than 100 meters to the north is the palace gate, which can be described as the foot of the Son of Heaven.

When Kaifeng Mansion was destroyed some time ago, it is estimated that someone had already entered the palace to report to Zhao Zhen, but Zhao Zhen did not send a forbidden army to stop it, and obviously the signal released to the outside world was also unusual, which was also one of the reasons why the high-ranking officials of the Manchu Dynasty were frightened and uneasy.

At this moment, Zhao Jun entered the palace from the right gate, passed through the Changqing Gate, Chengtian Gate and Yanfu Palace, and went north to the back garden.

As soon as I entered the park, I saw Yaya standing at the door and watching.

"Teacher!"

The moment she saw Zhao Jun, Yaya jumped up happily, and several children behind her rushed over together and surrounded him.

Zhao Jun was in a somewhat complicated mood at this moment.

He hadn't seen the children since he left the palace, saying that they had been taken back by their respective families.

They are all the children of the three phases and three ginseng and Yan Shu, there are ten of the seven men and three women, Zhao Jun has taught them for more than a month, and he knows the voice of each child.

After leaving the palace, Zhao Jun was very confused for a while, and he didn't know why he came to the Great Song Dynasty, so in the face of the flickering of Lu Yijian and others, he didn't think about it, so he was fooled, stupidly went to the imperial examination, and had no time to teach children to read.

Later, after Fan Zhongyan gave him guidance, Zhao Jun was angry with those people for setting up tricks for him, and it was even more impossible for him to continue teaching children, and he even forgot that he was a teacher who went to the mountain village to teach.

When I see them again, I have a different mood.

"Teacher Zhao, will you still teach us to read?"

It was Wang Zeng's grandson Wang Qian, who was only nine years old this year, and was looking at Zhao Jun pitifully.

The children of these scholars' families have strict family rules and daily schedules, so where can they compare to Zhao Jun's vivid lectures and fresh things like computers?

Hearing Wang Qian's words, Zhao Jun didn't know how to answer for a while, now that he was fighting with their grandfathers, where could he take care of them?

"Jun boy."

Yan Shu walked out from the side, looked at him and said, "I haven't seen you for a while." ”

Zhao Jun patted Yaya and Wang Qian's heads, walked over and whispered, "What kind of tricks are you playing?" ”

"How?"

Yan Shu was unhappy and said, "Could it be that in your eyes, we will only play tricks?" ”

"What if it weren't?"

Zhao Jun sneered: "Don't think I don't know what you think. ”

"Ugh."

Speaking of this, Yan Shu sighed.

He actually didn't want to go against Zhao Jun, after all, Zhao Jun had Mrs. Meng's great kindness to him.

But he is also one of the scholars, and for the sake of future generations, he will inevitably have some ideas.

In history, he was Fan Zhongyan's teacher and Fu Bi's father-in-law, but he did not support Fan Zhongyan and Fu Bi in the matter of Qingli New Deal, so you can know how embarrassing his position was.

For him, many things can be explained clearly without the so-called so-called sophistication. Sometimes caught in the middle, it is inevitable that you will be coerced by the general trend and full of helplessness.

Yan Shu shook his head bitterly and said, "There is still a distance to go to the Guanjia Palace, let's go for a walk." ”

"Okay."

Zhao Jun responded.

The two of them walked side by side.

Wang Shouzhong took the children to follow them honestly.

It's late autumn in September, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

The flowers and trees in the back garden are also gradually withering, and there is a small hill on the right side of the road, and the mountain forest is inlaid with yellow and brown, rendering brilliant colors.

Yan Shu sighed softly as he walked: "There are a lot of helpless things in this world, and there are some things that you can't help yourself, and you should understand if you want to come to Jun Boy." ”

"Well, you say."

Zhao Jun was noncommittal, and he was still a little worried about the fact that they set himself up.

Yan Shu continued: "Although we do hope that you will not change something, we do sincerely hope that you can strengthen the Great Song Dynasty, and you don't want the Great Song Dynasty to perish, do you?" ”

"Don't come to morality to kidnap me."

Zhao Jun waved his hand and said: "I don't like this place in the first place, compared to the later generations, the future generations have mobile phones and computers, have better medical care and a better life, why should I suffer and help you work in the Great Song Dynasty?" Why should I be at your mercy? It doesn't make sense, okay. ”

Yan Shu smiled bitterly: "But it's still the same sentence, you are already a fact here, you can't change it, it's better to be in peace when you come." We all understand what you mean, but the child is innocent, aren't you here to develop education? ”

"Hmph."

Zhao Jun snorted coldly.

Yan Shu said again: "But you burned all the textbooks, what did this do to the children?" ”

"What? Started playing the family card? Changed the bitter meat plan? ”

Zhao Jun sneered: "Do you want to use the child to delay my time?" Let me spend all my mind on teaching them, and then teach a bunch of petty doctors who continue to lie on the heads of the people and suck blood? Do you think I'm going to be fooled? ”

Yan Shu said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you always think of us so badly? I haven't settled accounts with you about copying my son's poems. ”

"Amount"

Zhao Jun's face froze, this thing was indeed inauthentic for him.

But after thinking about it, he said, "So what? To tell you the truth, if I don't tell you that it's your son's word, just say a word from the Southern Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty or even the Qing Dynasty, what can you do with me? ”

"There are also good words in the Ming and Qing dynasties?"

Yan Shu was surprised: "Didn't you say that the words of the Tang and Song dynasties, the Yuan and Qing dynasties, and the words of the Great Song Dynasty are the best in history?" ”

"Crowning history does not mean that other dynasties do not have good words."

Zhao Jun thought for a while and said: "There is a "Linjiang Immortal" in the Ming Dynasty, which rolls the Yangtze River east and passes away, and the waves sweep away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking! How about this one? ”

"The green mountains are still there, how many times has the sunset been red? How many things in ancient and modern times are being laughed at? ”

Yan Shu is a person who loves words, and when he heard this poem, his heart was surging, and he scratched his ears and cheeks with excitement, and praised again and again: "Good words, good words." ”

Zhao Jun looked at him vigilantly and said, "Lao Yan, you have to talk about morality." I also gave you the words of your son Yan, and you brazenly proclaimed that you wrote it everywhere, this poem is the work of Yang Shen, the head of the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, you have to make a face. ”

"This, this, this."

Yan Shu's emotions were even more excited, his face turned red, he did have this idea, but his son Yan's words, for fear of being copied by Zhao Jun, pressed on his head first.

If you take away the words of the Ming Dynasty, it is indeed a bit immoral.

As a lyricist, you still have to make a face, so after being exposed by Zhao Jun, he blushed and shook his sleeves and said, "Who are you and me?" How could an old man do such a thing? ”

After speaking, he still read a few broken sentences in his mouth, carefully recalling this poem that looks down on the world, and his heart was surging for a while, but when he thought that it was not something he wrote, he became depressed and felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing Yan Shu's uncomfortable expression, Zhao Jun smiled and didn't speak.

Joke.

The Ming and Qing dynasties were indeed not the pinnacle of words.

But there are still a lot of good words.

Yang Shen didn't mention it first, Nalan Xingde was the first person in the Qing Dynasty.

The song "Magnolia", if life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. There is also "Huanxi Sha", gambling books are consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.

If these two words are taken out, it will definitely not be possible to suppress the poems of the Great Song Dynasty.

After all, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao, Lu You, etc. have not yet appeared.

But it is still easy to occupy a seat for a poet in the great Song Dynasty poetry arena where the masters are like clouds.

Not to mention that there was a kingdom in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

"Butterfly Loves Flowers" is one of Zhao Jun's favorite words.

The sentence "The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the words of Zhu Yan are flowery and resigned", if you take it out, it must not hurt the hearts of thousands of young ladies in the 54 families of Bianliang?

The two walked for a while, and it didn't take long for Yan Shu's mood to finally calm down, and his flushed face gradually recovered.

He looked at the Guanjia Hall approaching in the distance, and then suddenly remembered today's business, so he took a deep breath and said to Zhao Jun: "Jun boy." ”

"Huh?"

"Actually, I still like you to call me Uncle Lari."

"We can't go back, can we?"

Zhao Jun shrugged.

Yan Shu smiled: "You can go back, this time we have decided to fully support you, you can do whatever you want." ”

"After all."

"We all hope that Da Song is good."

"Isn't it?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes looked into the distance.

Zhao Jun also looked over.

Outside the Guanjia Hall in the distance, the location of the village entrance that he once thought was set up again.

King Lu Yijian and others sat there.

Zhao Zhen beckoned to him from a distance.

Next to it is the farmland outside the Observation Hall.

The children followed him.

The ridges are overgrown with weeds.

In late autumn, there are still cicadas chirping.

The croaking of the frog was heard far and wide in the field.

Just like when Zhao Jun hadn't opened his eyes.

It was like that summer more than ten years ago.

Zhao Jun is still in the small mountain village in his hometown of Hunan.

Summer fireflies dance.

There was a power outage.

Relatives sit in the courtyard in the evening, chatting and knocking melon seeds.

While the children were laughing and playing.

(End of chapter)