The male partner who never gives up treatment

The library of Nancheng University has a considerable collection of books, which are arranged neatly and orderly on the cabinets, ranging from astronomy and geography to cooking guides.

A slender, strong hand with well-defined bones slowly slid across the spine of the book, and suddenly, a yellow thread-bound book rushed into my eyes.

Staring at the big bold characters of "Research on the Romance of the Yong Dynasty" printed on the cover, Song Qingzhou stopped involuntarily, carefully pulled out the thread-bound book, completed the borrowing procedures, and then walked into the reading room. I studied it carefully.

It was mid-afternoon at this time, and most students were either going to class or sleeping late in the dormitory. There were very few people in the reading room, and the surroundings were very quiet. Apart from shallow breathing, only the occasional sound of pages being turned could be heard.

"Hi, Qingzhou." Someone walked over lightly with a book under their arms, pulled away the chair opposite Song Qingzhou and sat down, raised his head and smiled at him, and greeted him in a low voice.

The person here is Zhang Shaoheng, a well-known handsome professor of the Chinese Department of Nancheng University. He has made countless achievements at a young age. In addition to his good looks, he himself is very knowledgeable and knows all kinds of allusions in the history of country Z. He wrote it Zhang Shaoheng's papers have been published in national magazines and newspapers for many times. The most rare thing is that Zhang Shaoheng's lectures are profound and simple, with vivid examples and humorous language. He often listens to the students' wanting to stop. Therefore, since he came to Nancheng University, he has been the most popular The seat of teachers welcomed by students, no one in the Chinese Department has ever skipped class.

Time passed slowly at a constant speed, and before you knew it, it was approaching evening, the students had already left, and there were only two people sitting opposite each other in the reading room.

"Does Qingzhou like Song Zhi very much?" Zhang Shaoheng asked suddenly, and seeing Song Qingzhou's dazed expression, he explained with a smile, "I think you seem to be staring at this page in a daze."

Song Qingzhou nodded without hesitation, hesitated for a moment, shook his head again, and said lightly: "It's not really..."

He just thought that the "Wife Wife Post" written by Song Zhi himself was very familiar. As for where he saw it, Song Qingzhou couldn't think of a reason.

Zhang Shaoheng slightly nodded understandingly, "Song Xiang has a grand ambition of governing the world and governing the country. In the early years, he devoted himself to Dayong, and his love for the people is a lesson from heaven and earth. For this reason, he also suffered revenge from many villains. But he never flinched and evaded. He really deserves the word "bijian", and he is proud and unyielding. It's really admirable. It's no wonder that so many little girls are proud of it, but it's a pity..."

He sighed inaudibly, with a bit of regret on his face, and continued: "It's a pity that Song Xiang didn't know what stimulated him, and his temperament suddenly changed. After Emperor Wenchang passed away, he changed his previous style. , the party attacked dissidents and killed dissidents, and then sent the ninth son of the emperor, Situ Hong, to the dragon chair, and became the regent himself. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Situ Hong is just a puppet controlled by Song Zhi. Dayong's military and political power has long been It fell into his hands."

Song Qingzhou lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"However, what makes people puzzled is why did Prime Minister Song abandon his original intention of being a pure minister and leave a bad name in history? Moreover, from the existing calligraphy and painting works, it can be seen that Song Zhi is a man of high integrity and modesty. It is said that he should not be able to do things that are content with pleasure and insatiable greed, but why did he want to collect money after Situ Hong proclaimed the emperor, searched for rare treasures, and accumulated tens of thousands of wealth? Although historians have verified that the object of exploitation by Song Zhi was It is limited to those rich and unkind nobles, but in the end it still damages his reputation, and he is almost scolded as a corrupt official with a long history." Zhang Shaoheng said softly.

Hearing what Zhang Shaoheng said, Song Qingzhou flipped through the "Research on the Romance of the Dayong Dynasty", and his eyes stopped on a paper account, which listed in great detail all kinds of treasures that could be known to be valuable just by their names. Song Xiangnian obtained it through various means, and these have always been regarded by historians as proof of Song Zhi's depravity.

Noticing Song Qingzhou's actions, Zhang Shaoheng frowned rather puzzled, "It's strange to say that Princess Xianfu is barren all her life, and Song Zhi has never taken concubines and has no heirs under her knees. What does he want so much money for? Is it possible that the gold mountain and the silver sea can be brought into the coffin?"

For a while, the two of them were relatively silent. In this silence where a needle could be heard, Song Qingzhou clearly heard his own heart beating faster and faster. A layer of clothes, feeling the unspeakable throbbing and pain.

What's wrong with me?Song Qingzhou was a little confused. Ever since he heard the name Song Zhi for the first time that day, he had been swayed by strange emotions from time to time, and some vague images often flashed in his mind, as if something was about to break out of the ground. But because of a layer of veil, it is vaguely visible to people.

Seeing Song Qingzhou's displeased look, although Zhang Shaoheng didn't understand why, he changed the topic considerately, and smiled with his eyes bent: "Although Prime Minister Song has always been praised as a decathlon, my favorite character from the Yong Dynasty is not He is another proud son of heaven, a young man who is by no means inferior to Song Zhi in terms of appearance and talent."

Song Qingzhou was finally willing to raise his head, and looked straight at Zhang Shaoheng with cold clear eyes, "Who is it?"

Probably because he thought of the glorious deeds of his idol back then, Zhang Shaoheng's smile became even brighter, and his eyes sparkled, "Zhang Daoning, the first young national teacher in ancient times."

"Zhang Daoning, Zhang Daoning..." These three words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and Song Qingzhou was startled in an instant, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stood up in a hurry. Under the subconscious command, he wanted to grab something, but when the strong wind After the huge wave, the turbulent thoughts disappeared, but all efforts were in vain.

Song Qingzhou only felt empty in his heart and extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Shaoheng was taken aback by him, and looked at Song Qingzhou worriedly: "What's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine." Song Qingzhou was silent for a moment, and sat down again, but his expression was a little more confused and disappointed.

"It's fine." Although Zhang Shaoheng was still a little worried, he knew that Song Qingzhou was sensitive and suspicious, and he was extremely wary, and he was not very close to the Zhang family, so he didn't dare to force him to confide in his heart.

It was getting late, Zhang Shaoheng couldn't stay longer, he smiled at Song Qingzhou: "The 23rd of this month is Grandpa's birthday, remember to come to my house for a light meal then, he misses you all day long."

Song Qingzhou said softly: "I see."