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Qian Yanzhi withdrew his eyes from the group of embarrassing book repairers, and landed on the editor, and smiled brightly with the corners of his lips, and said nonchalantly:

"What did your lord say, don't blame me, how could I falsely preach the imperial decree!"

The editor ordered, looked at the eunuch in charge behind him, pointed at him and said: "We have all seen it clearly, you lied and said that His Majesty came to Wenyuan Pavilion, but His Majesty never came, you didn't pass on the imperial decree What is it!"

Qian Yanzhi looked back, left, and right, and heard that the group of gentlemen repairing books were all indignant, pointing at Qian Yanzhi and saying what he said, the indignant look seemed to want to trample Qian Yanzhi Into the mud to count.

Qian Yanzhi: "Have you ever seen an actor-level acting?" '

Suddenly, Qian Yanzhi summoned the system.

【Should I say I haven't seen it】

Qian Yanzhi smiled and said nothing, but sat down on the ground, hugged the editor's thigh, and began to cry loudly: "My lord, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to wrong me and frame me? It's just because of His Majesty's kindness, it's really unreasonable for you to frame me like this."

The editor's leg was suddenly hugged, and he flinched in fright. Unexpectedly, Qian Yanzhi's hand was strong, and he didn't take a step back while holding him. While Qian Yanzhi was crying, the editor fell He got a butt, and his face turned pale from the pain.

"Get up, let go first." The drafting officer grabbed Qian Yanzhi's hand, and even the eunuch in charge rushed to help.

Just when the editor couldn't bear it anymore, Qian Yanzhi suddenly stopped crying, got up and patted the ashes on his clothes, looked at the person in front of him solemnly, and smiled contemptuously:

"You must think that I will hug your thigh and beg for mercy just like I did just now, don't you?"

Pooh!You are not begging for mercy!The editor supported his waist, slandering with resentment.

Qian Yanzhi looked back at them, and couldn't help but continued: "Since it is said that I have falsely preached the imperial decree, what's the use of saying it here, of course I have to go to His Majesty to sue me."

Compiler: "I'll go if you don't say so!"

While speaking, he was about to help the two eunuchs in charge to go out of Wenyuan Pavilion, but was stopped by Qian Yanzhi, and he turned around angrily, just in time to see Qian Yanzhi walking towards the group of gentlemen who were repairing books, smiling road:

"My lord editor is going to sue my Majesty for falsely preaching the imperial decree, why don't you testify? Otherwise, it will be very difficult to punish me based on his one-sided words."

After thinking about it, the gentlemen hurriedly got up and sorted their clothes, and followed the editor, all of them looked solemn, as if they really wanted to trample him into the mud, but their expressions filled with righteous indignation, when they saw Qian Yan Zhi also disappeared gradually when he left Wenyuan Pavilion.

The editor smiled contemptuously: "If you are afraid, you can beg us for mercy!"

Qian Yanzhi smiled: "I was afraid. If you go to sue, of course I will do the same."

The editor was puzzled: "What are you suing!"

With his hands behind his back, Qian Yanzhi swept across the gentlemen one by one with a stern expression: "Of course I tell you to eliminate dissidents and use whatever means you can."

The editor looked shocked, and looked back at these gentlemen who were going to testify with him, all of them were in a panic, and I'm afraid they knew why they were in such a panic.

Qian Yanzhi said: "You do everything you can to eliminate dissidents. One day you can put water on the door to see my embarrassment, and tomorrow you will poison my food and let me die. , It’s really ridiculous.”

The editors and the gentlemen all looked ashamed and didn't know how to deal with it.

Qian Yanzhi continued: "Go, go to the Imperial Palace, and tell Your Majesty that I have falsely preached the imperial decree, go! At that time, I have no evidence to prove the false imperial edict, but it proves how hateful your behavior of excluding dissidents is! Thanks to you or Scholars, the books of sages and sages have told you to read the dog's stomach, are you worthy of repairing ancient books here!"

The editor supported his waist, breathing more and more heavily: "Then what do you want?"

Qian Yanzhi said: "Aren't you going to sue His Majesty? Let's go together."

The editor's brows were furrowed: "You are falsely preaching the imperial decree! Be careful, you won't be able to eat and walk around."

With a smile on the corner of Qian Yanzhi's lips, he said casually: "I am not afraid of going to the imperial court even if I preach a false imperial decree. What are you afraid of? If I can't eat and walk around, then I will admit it, how about you?"

There was silence in the courtyard, and the gentlemen who repaired the books even lowered their eyebrows, not daring to raise their heads.

Qian Yanzhi stood in front of the editor and said seriously: "Apologize to me, all of you have to apologize to me for what happened to me today."

Those individuals looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally bowed to Qian Yanzhi reluctantly, saying sorry vaguely in their mouths.

Qian Yanzhi said: "Is your tongue tied up, or did you not swallow your breakfast?"

Editor: "Don't go too far!"

Qian Yanzhi raised his head with his hands behind his back, and looked at him as it should be: "Is it too much for me, the victim, to ask you to apologize? Okay, let's go to His Majesty for a review."

"It's the official who made a mistake first. They shouldn't be allowed to place harmful organs on the door. Please forgive Qian Shaoshi." Then the editor made a solemn bow to Qian Yanzhi, although he was a little displeased. Convinced, but did not show it again.

With the beginning of the editor, the other editors also followed him to apologize to Qian Yanzhi.

There will be coming and going, Qian Yanzhi naturally pretended to return the gift, and then said: "Yesterday I was sabotage, and His Majesty has already reprimanded me. Today I come to work, and I ask the editor and colleagues to help me a lot."

The editor saw that Qian Yanzhi was not a caring person, so he stopped embarrassing each other, and just brought Qian Yanzhi into Wenyuan Pavilion.

Wenyuan Pavilion is divided into four floors, and the collections are paintings, calligraphy and articles of famous artists from ancient times to the present.

However, I don’t know when, the ancient and rare books in this pavilion began to show mildew spots, so the emperor decreed that the most educated people from all over the world were selected to come to Wenyuan Pavilion to repair the books, not to restore them to the past, but to ensure that the handwriting is clear , to be stored for a longer period of time.

The editor took Qian Yanzhi to walk around Wenyuan Pavilion, introduced what they had to do every day, and arranged what Qian Yanzhi would do by the way.

However, since he has just come to Wenyuan Pavilion and is not yet familiar with it, I just asked him to do a favor to the scholars who filled up the handwriting of the article before, and wait for him to get familiar with it before starting work.

Qian Yanzhi arrived at the second floor of Wenyuan Pavilion, and was led into the Nuan Pavilion next to him by the servants.

In front of the windows facing each other in the warm pavilion, three tables were placed in front of each window, on which were placed pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as well as other tools.In the cabinets on both sides are some daily necessities, as well as the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in stock, each of which was received from the inner treasurer, and there are records of leaving the warehouse.

And when Qian Yanzhi came in, the five gentlemen who were repairing the book just looked up at him, and they couldn't tell whether it was contempt or friendliness in their eyes. They just took a light look and started to do their own business.

"I just said that they are doing useless work. Look, they were turned back by them just now." The scholar who was facing the window in the courtyard said with a smile.

"Brother Qin, didn't you see everything clearly just now, why didn't you make a sound to remind me." The person on the other side also spoke with a smile, taking advantage of the opportunity to glance at Qian Yanzhi.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at something weird.

The other scholar with a cold face walked up to Qian Yanzhi, looked him up and down, and then said:

"Since it was arranged by His Majesty, you must be rich in talent and learning. It's just that the work of compiling books is complicated, and even needs to be careful, especially if the handwriting is not good-looking. Silence for the first paragraph."

"Brother Shen, aren't you embarrassing him? Even though he can read, this silent "Chu Ci" is a bit difficult." The person who was called Brother Qin before him hurriedly said with a smile.

Qian Yanzhi ignored him, just walked to the empty table that no one was using and sat down, spread out the paper, washed the pen and grinded it, and then silenced the first paragraph of "The Songs of Chu" one stroke at a time.

"The seedlings of Emperor Gaoyang are here, and the emperor's examination is called Boyong..."

Qian Yanzhi's handwriting is extremely elegant and elegant, every stroke is tangible and intentional, as if it was rubbed from an engraved block, it is extremely beautiful, and the faces of the few scholars who saw it were full of surprise and disbelief.

Qian Yanzhi sneered in his heart, he is a person with systematic help, can ordinary people compare?

The answer is: no.