I Become A Saint By Studying

late at night.

Lin Yunhong finished his day's political affairs, took a sip of tea, and immediately a black shadow walked out from the corner.

"His Majesty!"

"The first prince went to the official residence today, what have you been up to?" Lin Yunhong put down his teacup and looked at the black shadow.

"Everything is going on in an orderly manner. Apart from copying Wanzi, His Highness also met with fourteen Imperial Academy scholars."

Heiying's voice did not fluctuate with emotion, and he said calmly, "His Royal Highness respects the corporals, received them personally, and put them to the test."

"Fourteen Imperial Academy scholars, according to the requirements of the prince, wrote three articles focusing on the Nanxiang mansion demon attack incident, His Majesty's beheading of rebellious officials, and the Tianjin Tianfu female scholar incident."

"The content of the article is excellent, but the first prince crossed out the content related to him, and attributed all the achievements to the people of Dayan, Longwei, His Majesty and the court..."

After Hei Ying finished speaking, he fell silent.

"This child..."

Lin Yunhong's figure trembled slightly, the tired look on his face faded, and he smiled a little more.

He waved his hand, and the void in the imperial study room rippled, and the black shadow disappeared.

"Dayan Weekly only publishes Dayan's heroes and Dayan's backbone, but in my heart, the emperor is already Dayan's hero and Dayan's backbone..."

Lin Yunhong looked soft.

Then he got up and left the Imperial Study Room, and drove to Kunning Palace.

one person.

He is really missed.

...

King Teng's Mansion in the capital city.

"My lord, the students received an invitation from His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince yesterday, and will attend the Beijing Cultural Society at the end of the month."

The eight great talents Zhu Zhiyun asked King Teng for leave.

"Wen Hui? Why doesn't this king know about it? Tell me..." Teng Wang Lin Yunying was shocked and immediately became interested.

I don't know if the emperor's nephew will participate?

"It's held by His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, and hosted by the government offices of the Eight Great Kingdoms. This literary conference is particularly grand, and all the eight talented scholars in the capital will go..."

Seeing that Prince Teng seemed very interested, Zhu Zhiyun continued, "Your Majesty, I heard that there are also quite a few geniuses who will go to the Holy Academy and Qingshan Academy, including the academic officers of the Holy Academy and the masters of the academy..."

"It's a very grand cultural event, has the place been finalized yet?"

King Teng thought for a while, and said, "If you haven't found a good place, the Yueyang Tower that I built on Yueyang Mountain a few years ago is a good place..."

"Hehe~" Zhu Zhiyun said with a light smile, "My lord, it's really a coincidence. The student asked the person sent by His Highness the Sixth Prince that Yueyang Tower is within the scope of choice, but it seems that he is worried that Prince Teng will not allow it..."

"Ha ha!"

King Teng squeezed his short beard and said, "Why don't you agree? If you choose Yueyang Tower, this king is also willing to contribute ten thousand taels of silver as a token of congratulations."

Zhu Zhiyun was shocked, and said with sincere admiration, "The virtuous king is benevolent, and the students admire him!"

"Haha~"

King Teng waved his hands with a smile, and said, "As the prince of Dayan, he should also support Dayan's literati and scholars. As the year approaches, the capital should also be lively. This king is willing to celebrate with the people!"

Zhu Zhiyun stood in awe and bowed in salute.

"Go down and rest!"

King Teng waved Zhu Zhiyun back, and then said with a mournful face, "How can I get ten thousand taels of silver? This king can't get it now..."

"The last time I gave the emperor's silver dragon soft armor to the emperor's nephew, it's not good to talk to the princess again."

"That's right, Xiao Zhao!"

King Teng thought of his daughter, his eyes lit up.

After thinking for a while, he took the cakes he received from his friends during the day and trot to the Fragrance Court of the princess of Wangfu.

...

"Xiao Zhao? Are you asleep?"

King Teng came to the small courtyard of Princess Lin Xiaozhao with a box of pastries.

"Father, I am studying, I will sleep later..."

Lin Xiaozhao's voice sounded from the attic of the small courtyard, he seemed to be in a bad mood and didn't really want to see King Teng.

"Still blaming your father? The silver dragon soft armor is not for you to wear, but for men. How can women wear it?"

King Teng persuaded him boldly, "Your father has something to do with you, how about letting him go up?"

"tomorrow……"

"Father brought some pastries."

"Then father, come up!" Lin Xiaozhao changed his words.

'This little glutton, after being sold, he is probably still counting the money...'

Feeling helpless, King Teng went upstairs with the pastry, and saw Lin Xiaozhao sitting by the attic window in a daze.

Where are you reading?

"What are you thinking?" King Teng asked concerned.

"I didn't think about anything." Lin Xiaozhao shook his head and said, "Father, where are the cakes?"

"I'll eat it later!"

King Teng protected the pastry box, and said, "Father, I will discuss something with you first, that is... can I borrow some money from my father?"

"Father wants money to ask mother and concubine, but I don't have it!" Lin Xiaozhao flatly refused.

"That's a pity, this pastry is pretty good. My father's friend said that he will send more food over in the future. You can't buy it even if you have money..."

King Teng shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, father, please go find your mother and concubine, the daughter will not be allowed to stay!"

"Father, here~"

Princess Lin Xiaozhao pouted, reluctantly took out ten silver bills from the small box, and said, "I will want all the food in the future..."

King Teng quickly walked over with the pastry, took the money in one hand, and delivered the goods in the other, and said seriously, "That's natural. When did the father lie to you? It's better to be a daughter."

Lin Xiaozhao took the pastry and ate it, talking more.

"The eldest son of the Duke's Mansion and your younger brother Lin Cong are holding a cultural meeting in the capital, and the father thinks about it and supports some money."

With a smile on his face, King Teng planned to go to the palace tomorrow, and asked his nephew Lin Cong to choose Yueyang Tower as the place.

By the way, he went to invite his nephew Lin Yi.

Tut tut!

Maybe Lin Yihuang's nephew, Wen Siquan, wrote another Mingfu poem, which would be fantastic.

"Wenhui?"

Lin Xiaozhao's eyes lit up, she thought of Xie Yuan Lin Yi who wrote the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" for her father, and said, "Father, I will go too..."

...

next morning.

Lin Yi went to the official office of Dayan Weekly again early, and Li Wenbo didn't report to the Zhen Fu Division, but followed Lin Yi.

The whole government office is becoming more and more like that, and craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry are also renovating the building.

Except for Zheng Yu's fiancée's house in the capital, the bachelors of the Imperial College all brought their belongings and luggage and directly moved into the cleaned 'dormitory'.

Everything is a fresh start.

Everyone was full of energy, and after revising the manuscript, it was handed over to Lin Yi for finalization.

After getting the notification of approval, Zheng Yu and the others finally let out a long sigh of relief, and then Lin Yi also gave them a holiday to study and practice.

But they couldn't take it easy, they followed the craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry and worked in the official office.

Li Wenbo was waving a spatula in the kitchen of the former "Jiaofang Division".

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

With the paper and ink brought by Chen Jingzhi from the Ministry of Industry, the entire warehouse was filled.

Lin Yi finally finished transcribing tens of thousands of words a few days ahead of schedule.

"You're done!"

Lin Yi is now looking forward to the progress of the engraving by the Ministry of Industry, and then makes a preliminary attempt.

Holding the box in his arms, he saw Chen Jingzhi directing the work of the craftsmen in the front yard, and subconsciously stopped.

Lin Yi looked down at the box carefully and wiped off the dust.

After confirming that there was no major problem, he walked over with confidence.