The night slowly deepened, and the Wenxin Square outside the Wenge Tower was lonely. In the early summer night, there are always bursts of insect chirping in the impression of the wind stopping, but the pleasant insect chirping is not heard in Rongjing. If a student of Wenxin Academy walks around Wenxin Square at this time, they will find a faint candlelight shining through the third floor of Wenge Tower. For the first time in a thousand years, there was light on the first floor of the Night Chinese Pavilion.

"According to the teacher's opinion, how can we let Li Min live and work in peace and contentment?"

Han Ao really looked like a student who asked Mr. for advice at this time, his methods of governing the country were all passed down from generation to generation by the Han Qi royal family, and he wanted to know what Feng Zhijing, who was originally just a scholar in the mountains, had to say.

"Change the law. ”

Feng Zhijing gently spit out two words, although there were only two simple words, but when it came to Han Ao's ears, it was not so simple.

"If we want to change the status quo, we can only issue new decrees, pay attention to the people's livelihood, and hide the wealth from the people. ”

Hearing Feng Zhijing's words, Han Ao fell into deep thought, a decree was not something he could issue casually. In the Shenyuan Continent, the decrees of each country are accumulated little by little for thousands of years, and what Shenyuan believes in is also the Dao of the Gods, and the soul warriors in each country are the privileged class, and the decrees are also powerful against the decrees. Looking at the meaning of the wind stopping, Han Ao knew that the change law in his mouth would cancel the privileges of the soul warrior and make the decree biased towards the people of Limin. This was unprecedented in Shenyuan, and it sounded crazy, but Han Ao was a little moved.

The communication between the two once again fell into a short cold field, Han Ao was weighing the pros and cons, and he was not in a hurry, he knew that the country was peaceful, and the monarchs who could agree with his ideas were all crazy, and he didn't know if the Han Emperor in front of him was crazy. It was difficult for Han Ao to make a decision, because the law that was going to change in the Wind Stopping Realm was too crazy, and if someone else talked to him about this, he would definitely blast out Han Qi from the madman who had this idea. Heaven is so subtle, the person who made this suggestion to him was Master Han Qixin, so, it was ridiculous, he was actually thinking about it seriously. He couldn't make a decision alone, and he remembered someone, someone who could make up his mind.

"Emperor Han. ”

There was a voice outside the door, this voice was very unfamiliar to Feng Zhijing, he guessed that it was the guard beside Han Ao, but the strange thing was that until just now, he didn't feel that there was anyone else outside the third floor.

"Elder Li come in, what's the matter?"

This voice Han Ao is naturally familiar with, it is Li Honghe who accompanied Han Ruoxi to Canglang Tower that day. Li Honghe pushed the door in, and saw Han Ao sitting cross-legged on the ground, and was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it.

"Lord Mencius entered the palace to find Emperor Han to report this year's spring tribute in various counties, and the old slave knew that Emperor Han was in the Wen Pavilion, and he was afraid that Lord Meng would wait for a long time, so he came to report in person. ”

Hearing Li Honghe's words, Han Ao had a plan.

"Teacher, the students still have important matters, and tonight we can only ask the teacher to go to Huayi Hall to discuss. ”

Emperor Han got up to say goodbye to Feng Zhijing, and Feng Zhijing also got up and saluted back, watching Han Ao leave with Li Honghe.

After Han Ao left, Feng Zhijing sat down on a chair, lay his hands on the wooden table and fell asleep, accompanied by the faint fragrance of the desk, the smell of ancient books and the breeze of the summer night. Feng Zhijing went to bed early, but not everyone could think of him.

For example, Mencius's wife waited for Mencius to return home until midnight. The annual report is over quickly, but she is a little worried that she will not see her husband come back tonight. I didn't sleep all night, and I had been walking in the bedroom, knowing that the next day was dawn and the court meeting was over, so I watched Mencius with an excited face. She was very strange, something strange happened tonight, her husband was in such good spirits after staying in the palace all night, it seemed that she was going to find Lang Zhong to grab a few pairs of medicine.

The wind stopped so beautiful that she slept all night, looked at the glimmer of light coming in from the window, and knew that it was just dawning. Feng Zhijing stood up from his chair and moved his muscles in place. Then walk to the attic door, ready to open it and breathe in the crisp morning air.

"Master, Emperor Han is invited. ”

Feng Zhijing was about to push the door, and the voice of Emperor Han's guards came from outside the door. Hearing this, Feng Zhijing knew that Han Ao had made a decision, and took out a set of clothes from his baggage that was still good for going out and prepared to go to the palace. Of course, he has not forgotten the ring ruler, since Feng Zhijing got this ring ruler, he has an inseparable feeling, and wants to carry it with him. There is also a ring ruler that is not big, only the length of the boy's forearm, and he can't see anything in his clothes.

When I went out, Feng Zhijing saw the carriage this time, the carriage was very ordinary, just like the carriage of ordinary wealthy people in Rongjing, it was very low-key, and Feng Zhijing liked it very much. The royal family travels in a gorgeous carriage and the wind is really not sitting. If this matter is known to the elderly female pilgrims on Jing'an Mountain, I am afraid that I will inevitably be ridiculed: I am born cheap.

Feng Zhijing got into the carriage and sat all the way to the outside of Huayi Palace. The first time he came to Huayi Palace, Feng Zhijing looked at the furnishings in the hall slightly, and he could feel that Han Ao was an elegant person. However, he noticed a strange place, there were four slight dents on the carpet in front of the long table in the north of the room, and there should have been a chair that had been there for a long time, but now the chair was missing. There was still a little wood powder in that place that hadn't been cleaned up, so there were some weird guesses in Feng Zhijing's brain.

Emperor Han sat on the chair on the north side of the long table, and when he saw that Feng Zhijing had arrived at Huayi Palace, he hurriedly got up and saluted, and invited Feng Zhijing to sit on the side chair in the west of Huayi Hall with him. Feng Zhijing saw that Han Ao's eyes were slightly dry, and he knew that Han Ao should not have rested well last night. Feng Zhijing knew that it seemed that Emperor Han was really thinking about this matter seriously.

"The students were determined to make changes. ”

As soon as the two of them sat down, Han Ao spat out this sentence to the wind. Feng Zhijing was really shocked when he heard this, and he was stunned for a moment. It seems that there are no ordinary people who can become the king of a country. Han Ao in front of him made Feng Zhijing feel his extraordinary courage. When Feng Zhijing heard Han Ao's words, he knew that his promise was half fulfilled.

"I also asked the teacher to specify the specific prescription. ”

Feng Zhijing knew that he would not be able to return to Wenge Tower to read books until very late today, but Han Aow was determined to reform, so he was willing to offer advice.

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As the sun sets, the sky is filled with an orange-red sunset. Feng Zhijing drove down the long street in the carriage he had taken in the morning, looking at the sunset in the west, and gradually forgetting his fatigue. Now he just wanted to hurry back to the Wenge and return to his study house, as for the shocking decrees he proposed in the Huayi Hall today, he didn't think much about it. In the future, Han Qi's shock, the opposition of the soul warrior was not his concern, his idea was very simple, just to fulfill the promise, without that promise, there would be no long talk today.

The wind stopped the carriage outside the courtyard gate, and he prepared to walk in on foot, just like every teacher and student in Wenxin Academy. He never felt that he was superior, even if he became Han Qi's master and emperor. Feng Zhijing stepped into the door a few steps and found that Wen Pavilion was a little different. A few of the junior students looked at what Wenge Tower was talking about, and Feng Zhijing quickly knew what they were talking about. A courtyard wall was built in the southwest of the whole Wenxin Square, the Wenge Tower was enclosed, and there was a big courtyard gate, on which a plaque was hung, and the handwriting was the same as the title of the Japanese language test, which seemed to be inscribed by the Emperor Han himself. Feng Zhijing didn't expect that after staying in Huayi Hall for a long time, Han Ao would change everything. Actually, he really didn't care much about these things, and it was enough to have those books.

"Under Mencius, I will meet the Master. ”

Originally, the repair work would not allow him, Han Qiling, to sit down, but Mencius took the initiative to take over this errand during the court meeting, because he had a deep interest in this young South Korean master and wanted to see the wind stop with his own eyes.

"Master Meng has worked hard. ”

Feng Zhijing immediately returned the salute, and the Mencius Jun in front of him saw Feng Zhijing for the first time. However, the first words of Meng Zijun when they met made Feng Zhijing feel respectful, because this Master Meng was different from others, and his "master" shouted very sincerely, and he could hear that he really regarded himself as Han Qi's master. This Lord Meng, who seems to be over half a hundred years old, has no soul power, unless it is an extremely advanced cultivation, otherwise he should be an ordinary civil official. Let such an old man preside over the repair work of the Wen Pavilion, so that Feng Zhijing is very guilty.

"Where, it is my honor for Mencius to meet Master Feng, and I will invite Master to go to the Yin Mansion under the order when I have time. ”

"It turned out to be Lord Yin, disrespectful. ”

Feng Zhijing didn't expect that the old man in front of him was actually the ruling order Yin, he didn't know what Emperor Han thought, and he actually asked Han Qiwen to preside over the repair work for himself.

"If Master Feng has nothing else to do, Mencius will go home. ”

"Order Lord Yin, please come back, the wind stops, he will come back to visit him one day. ”

Mencius was very satisfied with the performance of Feng Zhijing, he was very polite, not arrogant or impatient, and he was a great talent. stroked his beard and left Wenxin Academy with a smile.

"How many more days will this repair last?"

"It will probably take a day or two, and Xuanbang will also be moved out of Wenge, and a small building will be built in Wenxin Square to place Xuanbang, and this land will be conveniently owned by Wenxin Academy in the future. ”

Feng Zhijing inquired about a man who was still working, and got the repair plan from Emperor Han. In his imagination, the dean of Wenxin Academy should be just a fictitious position, but he didn't expect that Emperor Han really wanted to rebuild Wenxin Academy, and he was a little embarrassed in his heart. Without thinking about it anymore, he walked into the Wen Pavilion.

There are also some changes in the pavilion, at least Feng Zhijing has seen it, there are a few more bookshelves on the third floor, the bookshelves are arranged in a circle around the pavilion wall, and the ancient books inside are also classified and placed neatly, unlike Feng Zhijing, who just sorted it out casually, the tables and chairs have also been moved to the central position, and there are a few egg-sized fluorites hanging on the top.