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Guan Tong who returned to the house was not as proud as Wang Jiaohua thought.She pressed her forehead with a headache.

She should have discovered something was wrong long ago. Wang Jiaohua's attitude towards her is very strange. She usually looks down on her. .And the gaze that Gong Zheng looked at him before seemed to be full of meaning, which made Guan Tong feel sorry for him.Who is the original body? Why does everyone seem to know him?But as far as the memories she was able to retrieve, the original body was obviously a Buddhist salted fish who could not learn anything?

Could it be that the original body still has some hidden identity? ?

Thinking about it this way, Guan Tong even became suspicious of Lu Wuniang, and the other party seemed to be full of doubts when she was looking for her sister.

Guan Tong hurriedly patted herself on the forehead: "Don't be sentimental." She remembered the way Lu Wuniang looked at her at first, it was not the expression of seeing an acquaintance.

As soon as his head hurt, Guan Tong couldn't help but think of Wei Nanfeng.

Wei Nanfeng had a hard time when he was young. A little girl was thrown in the harem alone.When they got old, the bachelors also taught them, but under the deliberate intention of the regent, what they learned was nothing more than loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness, as if some natural or man-made disaster had really happened, and as long as they issued an edict of guilt, they could appease the wrath of heaven and others.For a certain period of time, the little girl was deeply hurt by it, and she spoke benevolence, righteousness and shame, and Guan Tong hated iron for being weak.

"Repaying grievances with virtue, how can you repay virtue? Loyalty is only useful to loyal people. Wei Nanfeng, feel your conscience. When you grow up, will the regent return to you?"

The little girl at that time was quite self-respecting, but now her face turned pale, then turned blue, she rushed out of the hall in the dream, and hid from Guan Tong for several days.Guan Tong was also a young and energetic girl back then, she was ten years older than Wei Nanfeng, and it was the most rebellious period of girls, if you ignored me, I would not hesitate to ignore you!

The two had a silent cold war. After several days, Wei Nanfeng finally couldn't bear it anymore.The little girl, wearing a dark crown dress, just came down from the court meeting, rushed into a dream, pinched Guan Tong's sleeve, and wiped her tears without saying a word.The mianfu was too wide, and the little girl's body couldn't hold it up at all, especially looking thin and pitiful.

Guan Tong glanced at the little girl, then at the little girl, and finally couldn't hold back, and licked the little emperor's head.The hair on the top of the head of the little girl who has not yet developed is soft, and it is drilled between Guan Tong's fingers, like a handful of soft fluff, pitiful and cute.

"Sister, teach me. I, I don't want to be like this, be the emperor."

As soon as Wei Nanfeng acted like a baby, Guan Tong was helpless.She is also a little girl who is loved by her family. She has been studying smoothly and has never experienced any intrigue.But, she didn't know, didn't she know about Yang Yang China for 5000 years?

Guan Tong brought in Houhei School, Negotiation Science, Ma Zhe, Mengxi Bi Tan, and a lot of historical stories.History is always repeating itself and can be used as a reference.Thick black and negotiation science provide practical skills, and Ma Zhe provides solid theoretical knowledge, explaining various contradictions fundamentally.Guan Tong didn't believe that she couldn't train a qualified successor to socialism... Ah, I was wrong, she was a qualified little emperor capable of writing and martial arts!

Thinking back now, Guan Tong still felt that he was also a talent, and he could be regarded as a qualified staff officer at a low level.With her help, Wei Nanfeng grew up rapidly, and he was not bad at all.But when Guan Tong really realized that she might be in a whirlpool, she really felt the gap between herself and Wei Nanfeng.

She couldn't figure out the intricate things inside, and after thinking hard for a long time, she only had one thought.The harem is too complicated, so it's better to protect yourself wisely, and slip away if the situation is not good.

Let's talk about everything after the spring feast.

Three days later, Lin Yun stood beside Jijiu with her face stiffened and her arms folded. She glanced at the scene of people's heads moving below and felt dizzy.She pressed her head: "Oh, oh, I'm afraid it won't work, Chen Jijiu, why don't you just go back as an official."

"Guoshi Lin." Jijiu smiled at Lin Yun, "Your Majesty has issued a decree to let the Guoshi take full responsibility. The Guoshi has forgotten it. If you forget, the official here carries His Majesty's handwriting with you, and you can show it to the Guoshi. Take a look..."

After Jijiu said this, he stuffed his hands into his sleeves, as if he was about to produce a handwritten letter with a seal in the next moment.

"No need, it's our duty as ministers to share the worries of His Majesty. Don't take it out, you have to kneel when you take it out, how hard is it?"

Lin Yun's face turned pale. Isn't this old fox carrying the saint's will with him, so he is not afraid of being punished if he loses it?

"Then your head..." Jijiu hesitated to speak, showing great concern.

Lin Yun laughed: "Suddenly it doesn't hurt anymore."

Immediately, Jijiu showed a relieved expression: "It's good that the national teacher is well, otherwise, I don't know how to explain to His Majesty."

Lin Yun chuckled twice: "Sacrifice the wine, forgive me for talking too much, it's better to keep this His Majesty's will well. In case of any damage, it will be written by ginseng..."

Jijiu smiled and said yes again and again, touched his sleeve with his hand, and said alas: "The lower official forgot to bring it."

Lin Yun: "..." She was convinced by this smiling old fox, but she had put aside her words before, so she couldn't pretend to have a headache anymore, so she turned her head angrily, looked at the audience with folded hands, and said : "How are you preparing today?"

"It's all ready. The time is limited this time, so we don't do the system of ambiguous names. Therefore, the national teacher and the old body need to guard together." Speaking of business, the sacrifice of wine immediately became serious.The Inner Literature Museum is a place for teaching women in the palace, but it also imitates the system of the previous dynasty. All official titles correspond to those of the previous dynasty, but the grades have to be lowered.It has been three dynasties since the establishment of the Inner Literature Museum, but it has been ignored all the time.Only in this dynasty, after Wei Nanfeng came to the throne, he was suppressed everywhere, so he started from the inner palace.

At that time Wei Nanfeng was young, and he stretched out his hand into the inner palace, the regent didn't think much of it, he just thought it was a little girl's trick.But I don't think that the Literary Museum has really cultivated a few confidants.Until now, he is still serving beside Wei Nanfeng, making everyone envious.

With the grace of the Holy Grail, naturally many court ladies and officials also have thoughts.In this way, year after year, young female officials were cultivated, and then went from behind the stage to the front of the stage, and gradually entered the court.

But now this group of people is not the elite cultivated by the Inner Literature Museum, but the bottom group, that is, the scumbags who were given up early.Originally, they could only do the lowest-level jobs, and they would be released from the palace when they reached old age.Lin Yun glanced at them, and finally his eyes fell on Guan Tong.

Lin Yun checked Guan Tong's past, and there was nothing worth noting, but she could feel a strong sense of disobedience from this woman.

What's more, Lu Wuniang still values ​​this person so much.

Lin Yun thought so, and sat down, whether it was a dragon or a worm, he should have seen it today, and if he wanted to enter the spring feast, he didn't have much skill.

Guan Tong sat down with the crowd, she looked up, and there was an older Jijiu and a younger female official standing on the stage.Judging from the way the two sat and stood, the young female officer was obviously of a higher rank.Guan Tong glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze in disinterest.

The sacrificial wine sent someone to light a stick of incense.After the palace people had done everything, the female officer raised her voice and said, "With three sticks of incense as the limit, please answer the questions."

The vast venue suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked down at the test questions on the table.This kind of scene is not common, and many maids' faces are flushed with nervousness, obviously they are not used to this kind of situation.

But Guan Tong calmed down a lot. As a leader in exam-oriented education, she has been taking exams non-stop for more than 20 years, so this kind of scene is very adaptable.According to the habit of previous exams, she glanced at the test paper first, and then picked up the pen.

Lin Yun watched with interest.

Guan Tong's calmness and Guan Tong's behavior fell into her eyes one by one.This is indeed a strange woman, calm and calm.Lin Yun felt a little appreciation in his heart. If the other party is indeed talented, Lin Yun would not mind recommending her to His Majesty.

"Let's drop talents without sticking to one pattern."

This is what Wei Nanfeng once said to Lin Yun.Wei Nanfeng is not good at poetry, but this majestic sentence is a rare good sentence. Later, Lin Yun found out that it was the words of Wei Nanfeng's "Goddess", and it is said that the original sentence was not made by the Goddess, but Lin Yun Yun can already use this to imagine the demeanor of the goddess.It's a pity that she doesn't have the way to dream, otherwise she would like to meet that...

Speaking of which... Lin Yun shook his head, as if he had heard the name Guan Tong somewhere.

Soon, Guan Tong picked up the pen.

Guan Tong stopped, and she looked at the brush in her hand.

As an exam-taking student in New China, she can calmly handle all exam scenarios, but who will tell her how to write quickly and well with a soft thing like a brush?

Guan Tong thought for a moment, picked up a piece of paper from the side, and wrote a few words.She still had a fragile fantasy, if she had muscle memory, she was in the deep palace and studied in the inner literature hall for a few years, so she should be able to practice calligraphy, right?

Then she looked at the crooked words on the paper like a dog crawling and fell into deep thought.

very good!As expected of you, you are a pure scumbag! !

The author has something to say:

Several major problems faced by time travel: traditional characters!Writing calligraphy!accent!

Our pipe met

Guan Tong: I'm not a scumbag!I just don't have the muscle memory! !