Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 25 Wang Yifang

Zhaoyi Palace.

"Qing'er, which dress do you think Ben Gong looks good in?"

Wu Meiniang picked up a sky blue fringed dress and a jade white dress, and looked at Qing'er.

Qing'er held her fragrant cheeks, tilted her little head, and said seriously: "Your Majesty looks good in any outfit?"

"When did your mouth become sweet?" Wu Meiniang scolded with a smile, "You must have learned from Xiao Zhao Zi."

"Ma'am, what do you think Qing'er looks good in?"

Qing'er took out a long blue dress from her closet.

"They all look good, Xiao Zhao must like them."

Wu Meiniang teased on purpose, Qing'er blushed when she heard it.

Seeing this, Wu Meiniang knew that her guess was right, the two of them usually like to fight, and their relationship is not simple.

"Qing'er, do you want to confront Xiao Zhao Zi?"

Qing'er's face turned even redder, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are talking nonsense, there are no servants!"

"No, how about I arrange other court ladies to have dinner with Xiao Zhao?"

"Not good!" Qing'er said subconsciously, but immediately realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, "Your Majesty, forgive me, I am not disagreeing with your order..."

Wu Meiniang laughed until Hua Zhi trembled, "I won't blame you, but I was thinking about a question, if Xiao Zhao Zi is a real man, he must be very attractive to women."

Only then did Qing'er recover a little bit of complexion, "Your Majesty is right, that guy is slick and good-looking, Your Majesty has never mentioned any eunuchs, but she loves little Zhao Zi very much, and mentions it every day... ..."

Qing'er was still talking heartlessly, but Wu Meiniang had already turned her face away.

Qing'er didn't know that at this moment, Wu Meiniang's beautiful face also had a blush, it seemed that Qing'er's words also hit her heart...

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at the same time.

Zhaoyi Palace is ten feet away.

Zhao Wujiang kept walking, he was on his way to Secretary Province.

Today, he was going to collect his official uniform.

The whole box of fireworks has been placed in his residence, waiting to play its role at night.

Half an hour later, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the secretary's province.

As one of Datang's book collection institutions, the Secretary's Province has a vast collection of books.

As soon as he stepped into the attic where the secretary province was located, he could smell the faint smell of ink and paper.

There are not many people in the secretary's province, but there are guards patrolling around the entire secretary's province.

Zhao Wujiang walked through the stairs and found that there was no one there.

"It shouldn't be, what about people?"

Suddenly, he heard a roar, some distance away from him.

Zhao Wujiang ran along the sound, turning east and west and slowly approaching the sound source.

Turning another corner, he saw a group of people gathered around the gate of a book library, and there were constant discussions.

The roars and quarrels came from inside the Zangshu Pavilion.

Zhao Wujiang squeezed into the crowd and saw the object of the quarrel.

The most eye-catching man was a middle-aged scholar-like man with mixed black and white hair, sitting on a chair, and a man dressed as an old servant stood behind him.

This middle-aged scholar with gray eyebrows slanted into his temples, with a serious face, was arguing with six men.

One person fights against the group of Confucians.

When the quarrel came to a critical point, the middle-aged scholar let out a loud roar, spreading awe-inspiring aura all over his body.

"Even if he is the emperor, he must follow this rule!"

Zhao Wujiang felt a little surprised when he looked at the few people who were spitting all over the place.

In his impression, as the Secretary-General of the national library institution, it should be a long and peaceful life.

It is equivalent to the library of the previous life.

How can there be any reason to be loud in the library?
"Brother, who is that scholar?"

Zhao Wujiang pointed to the scholar who was fighting with many people, and asked the school secretary who was watching a play.

"He, Wang Yifang."

"Who is Wang Yifang?"

"You don't even know Wang Yifang?"

The school clerk felt a little unbelievable that there were still people in the secretary's province who didn't know Wang Yifang. He looked at Zhao Wujiang, only to find that Zhao Wujiang was a stranger.

"You know Supervisor Wei, right?"

Wei Jian is Wei Zheng. He was a secretary supervisor in the secretary province before. Zhao Wujiang nodded.

"This Wang Yifang is Wei Jian's nephew and son-in-law. He was demoted because of his remonstrance. He just returned to Chang'an not long ago."

"Walking around in this secretary province all day long, no, I got into a quarrel with the living secretary Lang."

The school secretary had a playful expression, and pouted at the few people who were still arguing.

"Brother, do you know why they are arguing?"

"Hey, it's just a little thing.

Wang Yifang believed that the records of the emperor's daily life by Qijulang were biased, and one should not just write good things just because he was the emperor.
Qi Jilang thought that Wang Yifang was not from the secretary province, and was just meddling in his own business, so the two quarreled.
However, Qi Jilang could not be louder than Wang Yifang, Wang Yifang was someone that the Wei Supervisor valued in those days.

Living Lang can't talk about what to do, so call someone.

No, he called all the secretary lang and another living lang to help out! "

After listening to the explanation of the school secretary, Zhao Wujiang probably knew the cause of the incident.

The result soon appeared in front of him, and the two living men and the four secretary men were defeated one after another.

I saw the scholar Wang Yifang sitting on the seat, sweating profusely and disdainful at the same time, looking down at everyone and saying:
"My generation of scholars should have integrity!"

He stood up, patted the starched gown that was a little white, held his head high, swaggered away with a victorious attitude, and continued to dive into the sea of ​​books.

He is an interesting old scholar, with the sour Confucianism and grandeur of a scholar. Zhao Wujiang admires Wang Yifang a little bit.

Everyone is scattered, those who should go home go home, those who should work work.

Zhao Wujiang stopped the school secretary who was answering for him just now, and asked, "Brother, do you know where the secretary's official uniform is?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this, little eunuch?"

Xiao Shulang looked at Zhao Wujiang who was wearing eunuch uniform in front of him, feeling puzzled.

(End of this chapter)