Great Wei scholar

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Maybe it was because of emotion, or because he didn't know which tendon was cramping, Chen Xinghe suddenly wanted to write a diary, to record his life, and also to record his experience.

I can't go on like this, I need to reflect on it every day, otherwise, I'm really a waste.

After coming to Shouren Academy.

Chen Xinghe's original purpose was to come and help Xu Qingxiao, but he lived here for almost a month, and he didn't do any work at all. Instead, he went to eat every day, which made Chen Xinghe inexplicably feel like a waste.

But he is obviously very talented, right?

Thinking of this, Chen Xinghe returned to his room and began to write in his diary.

Just like that, dozens of days passed in the blink of an eye.

There are only four days left before the Taiping Poetry Fair.

Inside Shouren Academy.

Xu Qingxiao had just returned to the room, and she was really tired these few days.

Also at this time.

Senior brother Chen Xinghe came slowly.

"Senior brother."

Following Chen Xinghe's approach, Xu Qingxiao got up immediately.

"I have seen my brother."

Xu Qingxiao saluted, while Chen Xinghe went straight to the point.

"Junior Brother, let me ask you something. The Taiping Poetry Fair is just around the corner. Are you sure you haven't prepared any poems?"

Chen Xinghe asked seriously.

"Oh, senior brother, don't worry, if the junior brother says he won't prepare, he will definitely not prepare and will not lie to you."

Xu Qingxiao said helplessly.

He couldn't see what his senior brother was thinking, he just wanted to show off his talent at the poetry meeting.

But he was afraid that his poetry was so good that it would embarrass him.

"Enen, brother, I don't have any other intentions. I just think it would be a pity if you don't participate in the Taiping Poetry Fair. But think about it. You've been busy with business recently. It doesn't matter if you don't participate in this kind of poetry fair."

After getting the exact answer, Chen Xinghe was very happy, and then sat here and discussed some things with Xu Qingxiao.

Then he left.

After Chen Xinghe left, Xu Qingxiao didn't say anything, just glanced at the bed and found a booklet left behind.

Probably something from my brother.

Pick it up, it is impressively written "Chen Xinghe Diary"

Seeing this, Xu Qingxiao became a little curious.

Although it's not good to spy on other people's secrets, the problem is my senior brother.

Reminiscent of what happened before, Xu Qingxiao felt that it was still necessary to take a look, in case there was any information.

Open the diary, and the content will appear soon.

[One Year in Wuchang, July 28]

why!why!why!

Why am I so handsome and talented, but I haven't entered yet.

Why do those ordinary-looking people who have no talent become so fast.

The younger brother is not counted, he is handsome, no less than me, it is normal for him to be a good grader.

[One Year in Wuchang, July 29]

The poetry meeting will start soon, I have to prepare well, this time I will definitely be a blockbuster!

I want my juniors to know that a senior is a senior!

I want to read a book!

[One Year in Wuchang, July [-]th]

After reading two books, I think I can do it!

Impromptu for a look.

Let's talk about talent.

A generation of talent is flourishing, and thousands of generations are honored with rites and joy.

nice!

[One year in Wuchang, August [-]th]

I went out for a trip today, there are so many people outside, I heard that many scholars have come, and some envoys from all nations have come, and Wei has become lively.

I want to study hard, Taiping Poetry Club, I want to become a blockbuster.

[One year in Wuchang, August [-]th]

In the past few days, the younger brother seems to be a little busy, running around all day.

In fact, I wanted to persuade my junior to study hard and participate in the Taiping Poetry Fair, but I also thought that my junior's talent would be if he wrote poems.

Then am I gone?

So tangled, so painful.

[One year in Wuchang, August [-]th]

I figured it out, Junior Brother is now famous all over the world, he doesn't care about fame anymore.

So it doesn't matter whether he participates or not, but I still worry that he will want to write poetry again temporarily.

No, no, I still have to ask more carefully. If he writes poetry, I won't waste my time.

If my younger brother really doesn’t compose poems, then I’ll write a poem. I’m afraid that if I write too well, I’ll be embarrassed if I surpass my younger brother. Forget it, I’d better not write ancient famous poems.

A hundred ancients is fine, but it is better to be ten ancients, so as not to hurt the self-confidence of the younger brother.

Chen Xinghe, Chen Xinghe, you, you, you can't do anything, you're just too modest, but it's okay, it's okay to give up to the younger brother.

Senior brother's diary somehow made Xu Qingxiao a little...embarrassed.

But after thinking about it, Xu Qingxiao couldn't help but smile.

My senior brother just wants to show off too much, but it's normal. Let me ask that scholar, doesn't he want to show off?

Fine.

I don't want to participate in this kind of Taiping poetry meeting anymore, and it's not interesting, so it's better to let my senior brother show off.

However, with senior brother's level of poetry writing... the possibility of being in the limelight is not very high, and the probability of making a fool of himself is relatively high.

Do you want to persuade me?

Xu Qingxiao put the diary aside and began to meditate.

At this time, Chen Xinghe suddenly came back.

With just one glance, Chen Xinghe's eyes landed on the diary on the bed. At that moment, Chen Xinghe walked over without blushing and picked up the diary.

"Junior brother, do you read the content inside?"

Chen Xinghe looked at Xu Qingxiao calmly.

"Huh? What? What is this?"

Xu Qingxiao's first reaction was to pretend to be confused. If he saw this, he probably would have no face staying here.

"Really?"

Chen Xinghe was a little suspicious.

"Really, what is this? Brother, let me see."

Xu Qingxiao got up and wanted to take a look.

But Chen Xinghe turned and left.

"It's nothing, Junior Brother, I'm out for dinner."

When Chen Xinghe said this, he had already disappeared.

And Xu Qingxiao couldn't help but smile, and then walked outside without eating.

He still has to work in the Ministry of Industry, and the people in the Ministry of Industry are really troublesome.

Just like that, Xu Qingxiao didn't return to Shouren Academy until late at night, and lay down on the bed to rest without saying a word.

The next day.

time.

Xu Qingxiao opened her eyes.

He took a nap. For the past half month, Xu Qingxiao felt really tired.

The officials of the Ministry of Industry are all like making up numbers. No matter how I try to teach them how to assemble the water truck, these people are just a little clumsy.

But Xu Qingxiao also understands that most of the officials of the Ministry of Industry only have theoretical knowledge of this kind of thing, so there is no problem at all for them to beep beep theoretically.

But let them really do it, and they won't.

So Xu Qingxiao asked Li Yanlong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, to find a group of outstanding craftsmen as soon as possible, let these craftsmen come to study, and then distribute them to all counties in a unified way, otherwise it really depends on the officials of the Ministry of Industry, and it is estimated that there will be many mistakes and omissions.

get up!Stretch your waist!

It feels good to be full of sleep.

Although I am now an eighth-rank martial artist, there is no problem if I don't sleep for a few months, but I still feel very refreshed when I sleep occasionally.

After waking up, Xu Qingxiao made herself a pot of health-care tea.

I have to say that this kind of leisurely life is still very good.

Some time ago, there were too many things, too many and passionate, and I almost didn't heat myself to death.

Right now, it is very comfortable to enjoy a peaceful life, at least not to worry about it all day long, and not to have to make every effort to kill so and so.

It was at this time.

Yang Bao's voice sounded behind him.

"My lord, someone dropped a letter early in the morning."

"Look."

Following Yang Bao's voice, Xu Qingxiao looked away.

With just one glance, a strangeness flashed across Xu Qingxiao's eyes.

The envelope was white, but there was a peach blossom painted on it.

White door?

A thought flashed in Xu Qingxiao's mind, he didn't answer immediately, but thought about it before speaking.

"In the future, such messy things will be burned directly."

When Xu Qingxiao opened his mouth, Yang Bao didn't notice Xu Qingxiao's strangeness, he nodded obediently, and burned the thing directly with flint.

Watching the white mist in the teapot.