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"Shangyu, I heard that there are grievances among the people, the people's public opinion is endless, and the people's grievances are boiling. I also know that the governor of the capital is diligent and thrifty. He is the first person to discover and take the initiative to stand up and expose the grievances. He is specially appointed as the governor of Huainan Province. With the duty of admiring the court's grace, inspecting officials, and interviewing the people, I will go to Huainan to investigate the case of "slaughtering white ducks" in Jiangyang County, Yangzhou, and I will give you Zhao Baiyu Shangfang's sword to allow you to act cheaply."

The eunuch next to Emperor Yuanshou stood in the middle of the hall of Lin'an County Prince's Mansion, and helped Zhao Baiyu up with a flattering smile: "Get up quickly, Mr. Zhao."

Then he looked at Huo Jingtang who hadn't got up, and smiled even more obsequiously: "Little princess, you also get up quickly, His Majesty asked this servant to ask you how you are doing recently, have you eaten? How is your appetite?"

Huo Jingtang got up, folded his hands in the wide sleeves, and glanced at the eunuch lazily: "It's all okay."

Chief Eunuch: "Do you have anything to say to Your Majesty?"

Huo Jingtang: "Call me back. How are you? Have you eaten? How's your appetite?"

The eunuch was so perfunctory that it was impossible to deal with it. The eunuch felt embarrassed and helpless, but he didn't dare to force the request. If he wanted to change to the prince or any prince, he didn't even need his reminder. His majesty's admiration, except for the little county king of Lin'an, who was born out of a mother's womb and is a devil in the world.

Let alone admiration, it would be difficult for him to show a genuinely good face in front of His Majesty.

Huo Jingtang couldn't go this way, so the chief eunuch turned his target to Zhao Baiyu, who was admiring Shangfang's sword, and leaned forward and said: "There are often people in the troupe who sing that the imperial servants will go to the south of the Yangtze River to observe the people's feelings and plead for the people. This time I became an 'imperial envoy'!"

Although the envoy has no rank or rank, he patrols the hunt on behalf of the sky, and even a first-rank official has to kneel when seeing him. He is often said in dramas and TV dramas to inspect the officials and imperial envoys of the Eight Houses.

Zhao Baiyu was worried: "The lower official was only seventh grade before, although he has been in charge of the prison for three years, but in terms of qualifications and talents, he is not as good as the ministers of the court, why did your majesty choose me to be the imperial envoy in Huainan? As soon as I, I walked out of the yamen gate, I couldn't even recognize any official in the capital. When I arrived in Huainan, my eyes were darkened. How can I find out? If I live up to His Majesty's holy family, I want to take the blame myself—you know You have been with His Majesty for many years, can you tell me a thing or two about why His Majesty chose me to investigate Deng Wen'an's case in Huainan?"

The eunuch: "My lord Zhao is arrogantly underestimating yourself. You are Gao Yi who dared to go to the imperial court to save your benefactor, and it is no less brave than ten thousand people in charge. You will guarantee that 87 people committed the night and insist that the case must be verified before they are willing to be sentenced. Love the people like a son, I can’t find a good official in Beijing who is more serious and responsible than you! As for talent, Mr. Zhao is too self-effacing. This morning, Mr. Chen, your mentor, praised you for being the number one scholar. Boss boast that you have thousands of valleys in your chest, and you have the magnanimous and bright wind of a gentleman!"

He patted Zhao Baiyu's arm and smiled meaningfully: "Your Majesty is not a person with blind eyes and ears. Which one is mediocre and which one can be of great use. Your Majesty is like a mirror in his heart. He didn't have a chance before, but now he has a great opportunity. Why don't I reuse you? This is a good opportunity for you to show off your talents in front of His Majesty!"

"Master Zhao, you should cherish it."

Zhao Baiyu had a very faint smile on his lips, and looked back at Huo Jingtang, who was not following to see off the guests, and put two big ingots into the hands of the eunuch before sending them to the door: "Thank you!" Just a reminder, be careful, it’s not a respect.”

"My lord Zhao, you're being polite." The eunuch weighed the weight of the money, and happily added a few more words: "Actually, the focus is not on the unjust case, but on those officials in Huainan who are like-minded, big and small."

Zhao Baiyu's heart sank: "How to say?"

Seeing no one around, the eunuch reminded in a low voice: "A while ago, the inspector censor Zhang Conglu was burned to death at the Xuzhou post station. When he returned home to visit his relatives, he was ordered to investigate the personal conduct of Huainan appeasement envoy An Huaide, and he was buried in a foreign land."

Zhao Baiyu couldn't help asking: "It's so involved, how can His Majesty leave it to me?"

"It means that His Majesty values ​​you very much, Mr. Zhao!" The eunuch said earnestly with a look on your face, "Okay, Mr. Zhao."

After seeing off the chief eunuch, Zhao Baiyu went back to the hall, and saw Huo Jingtang holding a pair of small scissors to repair the arhat tree in the potted plant.Zhao Baiyu stood watching from the side, his face gradually became strange, he looked up at the eighteen arhats depicted on the beams and pillars, and then at the stone exposed under the pruned arhat tree.

I thought it was an ordinary stone, but when I looked at it now, it turned out to be a stone statue of eighteen arhats the size of a palm.

"Huo Jingtang, I ask you something, you answer me honestly, don't lie to me."

Huo Jingtang glanced at him, lazily replied: "Ask."

A string of small purple-leaf sandalwood beads was wrapped around his wrist, and the carved turquoise pendant dangling from his back made Zhao Baiyu's eyes hurt. He remembered the scene last night when Huo Jingtang used it to add interest to the bed.

"Have you ever thought about becoming a monk?"

Huo Jingtang looked at Zhao Baiyu quietly for a while, then turned his head and continued to trim the potted plants without speaking.

Those eyes were deep and distant, and they fell on Zhao Baiyu's lips, the back of the ears, the back of his neck and a few other places that were hard to describe, and everything was unspoken.

But Zhao Baiyu was a little serious at the moment, and continued to ask: "I mean once, did you want to be a monk before?"

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain that Huo Jingtang's handicraft collection is either Arhat Buddha or Bodhisattva. Ye Gonghaolong once had a desire for it, so there is no reason why Huo Jingtang does not want to compete with the eminent monk of Baohua Temple for his job.

"No." Huo Jingtang put down the scissors, turned around and lay down on the reclining chair next to him, crossed his fingers on his stomach, and said with his eyelids shaking, "I'm very hostile, and I don't have the sincerity to respect Buddha."

Are you angry?

Zhao Baiyu was very puzzled. Before getting in touch with him, he heard rumors about the violent deeds of the Prince of Lin'an. After marrying in, he found that he often lived in the study in the backyard, and occasionally lived in the outskirts of the city for a few days. , is completely a standard rich and idle person.

Compared with many self-proclaimed great benevolent and upright gentlemen outside, he is simply not too gentle.

Moreover, he actually said that he has no sincerity, his hobbies are either dishing Buddha beads or carving Bodhisattvas, and he has memorized famous passages such as the Diamond Sutra and the Sutra of Rebirth. .

Huo Jingtang stretched out his hand, signaling Zhao Baiyu to come over.

As soon as Zhao Baiyu put his palm on it, he was dragged and lay down on the reclining chair. He found a comfortable position to sleep well, and heard Huo Jingtang say: "I have committed a lot of crimes, and I am afraid of harming my relatives and friends, so I have to try my best to be sincere. , I hope to resolve one or two, and avoid retribution. Worshiping Buddha emphasizes no desire and no desire, and comes from the heart. I am not, I have desires, and I have desires."

Huo Jingtang's voice was very soft, without any extreme emotions mixed in, but Zhao Baiyu felt sore when he heard it. He thought of Huo Jingtang's reputation of killing his mother and killing his brothers, and was not favored by his biological father. He also thought of his 12-year-old expedition. Licking blood with the tip of a knife, shrouding a corpse in horse leather, during his 11 years in the military, every household in the Northwest has erected longevity monuments, which are loved by thousands of people.

He was originally a young general who was high-spirited, but he was poisoned by the venom at the most prosperous time, and he was forced to return his military power.

From being a young general admired by thousands of people to accepting his end in the sunset, I don't know how Huo Jingtang adapted to this gap back then, and polished himself into the appearance that he has lost all his edge.

Zhao Baiyu clasped Huo Jingtang's hand tightly, and lightly rubbed his cheek against Huo Jingtang's chin.There was a bit of untreated stubble on his chin, which quickly poked a big red spot on Zhao Baiyu's cheek.

Huo Jingtang narrowed his glazed eyes, scratched Zhao Baiyu's cheek with his index finger and said, "Are you still doubting that my attitude towards the Holy One is sometimes respectful and sometimes indifferent?"

"Yeah." Zhao Baiyu thought for a while and said, "You are very respectful when talking about business affairs. You are a little cold when talking about private affairs."

Emperor Yuanshou was on the contrary. Although the emperor sometimes cared about the private affairs of his subjects to show that the emperor and his ministers were compatible, Emperor Yuanshou's care for Huo Jingtang was unusual, and getting along with him was a bit awkward.

From what Zhao Baiyu saw so far, he could feel Huo Jingtang's weight in Emperor Yuanshou's heart, like an elder with far-reaching plans...

Or more appropriately, parents.

For example, let Huo Jingtang serve as the Minister of Dali Temple to solve the fraud in the examination room, let him win a good reputation among the new emperor's disciples and literati, and then protect him from being involved in the big prison.

But using Huo Jingtang's marriage to tempt Zhao Boyong and the courtiers, he watched him marry a man and walk into crooked ways in the eyes of the world, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of love.

Not to mention Huo Jingtang's embarrassing status, he was the eldest son of King Jing who was hated by Emperor Yuan Shou for most of his life, but he was entrusted with complete trust, but Huo Jingtang had been a soldier for half his life, and the military power was taken away as soon as he said it, without showing any sympathy .

All in all, it is puzzling that Emperor Yuanshou acted contradictoryly in the matter of Huo Jingtang.

"Father fought with His Majesty for half his life and finally lost. His position and influence were almost removed, and he was still jealous of His Majesty. In order to dispel His Majesty's suspicion, my father sent me, who was two or three years old, into the palace as a hostage. From three to nine years old, I Growing up in the palace, he regarded His Majesty as his father. When he was ten years old, he was sent back to Prince Jing’s mansion, and he had a quarrel with his brothers in the mansion. He accidentally fell to his death. The servants were afraid of being beaten to death, so they accused me of killing my brother. "

hiss!Zhao Baiyu grabbed hold of his heart, and groped up to Huo Jingtang's face with both hands, touching silently.

"I hoped that His Majesty would take me back to the palace, but he ignored it. The back house was complicated and private, and I suffered a lot. Two years later, I simply went to the northwest with my grandfather and uncles. During the two years, I was transferred to Dingzhou. After I became famous, His Majesty wanted to cultivate me and let me be stationed in the northwest. A few years ago, I was poisoned by Gu poison, and I missed the news of Ten Thousand Years of Blood Amber. I mean."

Zhao Baiyu somehow felt the same way. Huo Jingtang, like him, was not welcomed by his biological father. Although Emperor Yuanshou filled his father's position, he gave it and took it back, got it and lost it. It's hard to say which situation is more tragic.

"I used to be too lonely alone, and I always wanted to establish bonds with others so that my soul could have a place to rely on."

A person who is alone in a foreign place or abroad will breed endless loneliness, but he has returned to thousands of years ago, not even the history and dynasty he is familiar with. Zhao Baiyu who failed to integrate into the times.

"I serve my parents and love my brothers, but the filial piety I think is hypocritical in their eyes, and the friendship and humility I think is two-faced and has other purposes, so now I don't want them." Zhao Baiyu closed his eyes and touched his cheeks. Huo Jingtang's side face: "Huo Jingtang, if you say that I need you, I can treat you as my father and elder brother. I also want to say that from now on, you can trust that I will not give up on you."

Because Huo Jingtang gave him what he longed for in this life, the bond that makes his soul fall to the ground.

Huo Jingtang brushed up Zhao Baiyu's broken hair from the sideburns, hooked it to his ear, half-opened glass bodhisattva eyes reflected Zhao Baiyu clearly, with tenderness, love and compassion.

The housekeeper, Uncle Hai, stopped at the base of the wall. He was here to report, but when Huo Jingtang took the initiative to mention His Majesty, his heart skipped a beat.

The more he listened, the more speechless he became. Uncle Hai couldn't help but roll his eyes seeing how pity Zhao Baiyu was deceived.

Ah yes yes, His Majesty sent away the nine-year-old Xiaojun King cruelly, but would Huo Jingtang dare to say that he raised a knife and yelled at His Majesty at that time, and he played some fucking game of circumcision!

Although he was plotted against in Prince Jing's mansion, it didn't take long before the rumors spread all over the capital that King Jing spoiled his concubine and killed his wife and harmed his son. The name of the virtuous king who had never been tarnished when he failed to seize the heir was finally almost ruined.

Violence is a rumor, the devil in the world is not wrong in his evaluation, and the king of the little county has no mercy in his bones.

The so-called kindness does not command soldiers, he can erect longevity monuments in every household in the northwest, can he be the master of anger?

However, His Majesty did give up on the Xiaojun King twice, especially when the imperial physician diagnosed that the Xiaojun King would not live long, and there was news that Wannian Xuepo was missing from Jiangnan, so His Majesty sent the sixth prince to Dingzhou to join the army.

Although the overall situation is the most important, it is chilling in the end.

"Cough-uh!"

As soon as he coughed twice to remind him, Huo Jingtang's warning eyes immediately drifted over. Uncle Hai stopped so fast that he choked on his saliva, and almost couldn't catch his breath.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The sudden cough broke the intimacy between the two in the hall, Zhao Baiyu quickly jumped up, turned his back to Uncle Hai, and lowered his head to straighten his hair and clothes.

Huo Jingtang remained expressionless, and pushed out the water on the table with his index finger: "Drink some, don't choke to death."

Uncle Hai bowed his head: "Let me ask Mr. Zhao if he is planning to leave the luggage now, and the general ledger of expenditures for this quarter needs to be seen by you, Prince Xiaojun."

Huo Jingtang: "Leave it alone."

Zhao Baiyu didn't like the title of Princess Princess, so everyone in the house called him 'Master Xiao Zhao'.

"Just ask Yanbing." Zhao Baiyu rubbed his neck and said.

After Uncle Hai said what he had to say, he quickly backed away, and when he reached the door, he turned around and asked meanly, "Why don't the old slaves close the windows and the door?"

With a snap, Huo Jingtang smashed the cup over, smashing the door into porcelain slag.Uncle Hai dodged quickly, and asked someone to clean up the porcelain slag, while he ran fast with oil on the soles of his feet.

Zhao Baiyu shook his sleeves, put his hands in the sleeves, glanced at Huo Jingtang and said, "I will leave for Huainan in a few days. Deng Wen'an's case is not difficult, but it involves Huainan's officialdom. I want to handle it perfectly, and I also want to deal with it perfectly." And retreat, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult."

"It's not just for you to handle Deng Wen'an's case."

Zhao Baiyu raised his head subconsciously, meeting Huo Jingtang's knowing gaze: "Did you guess it?"

Huo Jingtang: "The censor Zhang Conglu was burned to death in Xuzhou, Huainan. Not long after, His Majesty transferred Zheng Chuzhi to Huainan to serve as the Deputy Envoy of Transit, and ordered Xiao Wence to also serve as the Envoy of Changping, which can be used to paralyze and appease , Simply put, it is to check and balance Huainan."

He stripped the Huainan officialdom, analyzed them one by one, and unfolded them in front of Zhao Baiyu.

"Zheng Chuzhi is cautious but holds grudges. He will not take the initiative to provoke trouble but will deliberately stir up trouble. He probably acts as a shit stick when he goes there. The officials in Huainan will be wary of Zheng Chuzhi, but they will not treat him as a confidant. With the Yellow River flood ahead, Huainan is a thorny hot potato right now, and I guess His Majesty also suffers from being unable to pierce the strong Huainan. The unjust case of Deng Wen'an just happened at this sensitive juncture. It can be said that God helped him, and he personally took the knife that pierced Huainan. If it is handed over to His Majesty, he will naturally seize the opportunity quickly."

"The next thing is to choose who will be the swordsman. Your Majesty has seen you as the best candidate for your recent performance. Knowing that An Duzhi is His Majesty's confidant, he will definitely find a way to tell you about Zhang Conglu being burned to death." , to remind you not only to investigate Deng Wen'an's case, but more importantly, to take over Huainan's officialdom."

"You guessed it right, An Duzhi did hint at me."

"but……"

"But what?" Zhao Baiyu asked.

Huo Jingtang played with the turquoise back cloud, with a half-smile, with ridicule in his eyes: "But no one thinks that you can really be a good knife."

"My nature is similar to that of Zheng Chuzhi. We are both pushed to the front and set fire to the target. Your Majesty really cares about the imperial envoy who can investigate Huainan's officialdom, but is there actually someone else?"

There are so many officials in the capital, Zhao Baiyu can't recognize them clearly, and he can't tell the difference between many powerful factions. Now let him analyze which Beijing official in the court is His Majesty's favorite, but he really can't guess.

Wait, Huo Jingtang said just now that the Huainan officialdom is the headquarters of the Prince's Clan, so breaking the Huainan officialdom would mean cutting off the Prince's powerful arm?

This wave will offend the prince, but why did Emperor Yuanshou target the prince?

Is he dissatisfied with the crown prince and intends to abolish the reserves, or is he simply targeting Sima's growing appetite?

If it is the latter, those who clean up Huainan's officialdom will offend the prince and end his official career.If it is the former, it means that Emperor Yuanshou has someone else in his mind as the prince.

He is the one whom Emperor Yuanshou puts high hopes on!

Among the remaining princes, there are six or seven princes who are of the right age. Behind the sixth prince is Zheng Guogong's mansion. He followed his family to Dingzhou to join the army.

"The sixth prince?" Zhao Baiyu asked tentatively.

Huo Jingtang embraced Zhao Baiyu's waist, buried his face in his belly, and said with closed eyes: "The great scene was founded, and power was seized on horseback. The royal family's children must be able to ride and shoot. Prince Jing... Your Majesty and my father were both He is a young general under the command of my grandfather. Your Majesty retired from the army due to injury, but my father was brave and good at fighting, and his reputation surpassed your Majesty. Most officials in the court favored my father. Even Emperor Yuanfeng wanted to abolish the crown prince and make my father the new crown prince. However, my grandfather and Zhao Zaizhi firmly supports His Majesty—”

After being silent for a while, Huo Jingtang continued: "It's not an ancestor, it's just that the previous kings of Dajing had the experience of serving in the army, but it was His Majesty's turn that his brother who joined the army almost robbed him of the position of crown prince, so there was a period of time after he became the throne. The younger generation showed distaste for joining the army, so that although the crown prince, the king of Qin and other princes practiced riding and shooting, they no longer went to the military camp to experience it in person."

"The Sixth Prince asked His Majesty to allow him to go to the Dingzhou military camp at the age of 15. His Majesty was furious, but finally agreed." Huo Jingtang sneered: "Others thought that the Sixth Prince voluntarily gave up the throne to pave the way for his elder brother King Qin. Little did he know that His Majesty was still in his heart. I am proud of my ancestors who conquered the world on horseback."

Zhao Baiyu was a little flustered, feeling that Huo Jingtang had said too many secrets, which was not suitable for him to know.

"Due to the lack of military power in the past few decades, His Majesty had to make concessions everywhere. He supported civil officials in the court, restricted the power of generals, and personally supported Zheng Guogong's mansion and Jizhou Army to fight against the Northwest Army. Now he is guarding Zheng Guogong's mansion and ordering the sixth prince to come to Ding The state cultivates its own forces in the army. With military power in hand, are you afraid that you will not be able to stand up?"

"Didn't you hand over to the Northwest military power?"

"The Northwest Army is divided into four groups. One is with me, and now it is handed over to His Majesty. One is at my grandfather's place, and I also obey His Majesty's orders. One is in the hands of Ji Keshan, and the other is at my father's. They are wary of each other, and their hearts are not in harmony. Otherwise How could the brave Northwest Army be restrained by Daxia and Nanjiang so far?"

Zhao Baiyu's heart was beating wildly, and his brain had too many associations uncontrollably.

Huo Jingtang's meaning is very clear. The candidate for the heir apparent in Emperor Yuan Shou's mind is the sixth prince. Leaving aside the final winner of the original book or the crown prince, it can be deduced from this line of thought that Huo Jingtang joined the army at the age of 12, first in the Jizhou army in Dingzhou , and then the Western Army in the northwest, supported by Emperor Yuanshou with great fanfare.

Moreover, although he does not hold any position now, he has a clear understanding of the distribution of the imperial court and the party. He is very familiar with the logic of the officialdom and the checks and balances of the court. His political skills seem to have been immersed in the officialdom for many years. It is definitely not the way of courtiers.

What I said before contacting him again, was abandoned by Emperor Yuanshou, Huo Jingtang was poisoned in his body and handed over his military power, and the time when the sixth prince joined the army happened almost in tandem.

Zhao Baiyu hugged Huo Jingtang, patted Huo Jingtang's back repeatedly, his expression thoughtful: "Should I take the initiative to wade into the muddy water as His Majesty wishes, or play a fool and pretend to be wise and protect myself? "

Huo Jingtang took Zhao Baiyu's hand and kissed the ink-scented fingertips: "Just do what you want."

***

Prince's Mansion.

"I personally sent an envoy, and Shang Fang Baojian to Huainan to deal with the unjust case?" The fifth prince poured tea, full of doubts: "Isn't it just an unjust case? Just go back to Jiangyang County for a retrial! Is the father still afraid of the protection of the officials? Do you still want to investigate the entire Huainan officialdom?"

"I'm afraid that drunkards don't mean to drink! Gu Zao guessed that Zhang Conglu's burning to death would not be so easy, but with the Yellow River flood and relief victims in front of him, there would be time for An Huaide to deal with the first and last. Could it be God's will that such an unjust case would appear without incident?"

"What bullshit God's will! The second brother is really a dragon, and the order of the prince, let alone killing a mere supervisory censor, even if he killed the imperial envoy halfway, who would dare to say anything!" The fifth prince said cruelly: "If the imperial envoy is really To check Zhang Conglu, why don't we secretly order An Huaide to put him on the way—"

"Do you want to die sooner?" The prince waved his hand, drinking tea calmly: "Don't worry, even if the imperial envoy arrives in Huainan, they may not find anything, all the evidence will be burned with Zhang Conglu. Let Let the imperial envoy go, go safely, come back safely, if he personally tells that the officialdom in Huainan is clean, and the hearts of border officials are awed, it will be easier to dispel the doubts of the father than if we do a hundred and one thousand good deeds."

The fifth prince thought about it and felt that the prince's words were reasonable: "Should we send someone there?"

"No, it's superfluous. A letter, just ask An Huaide and Sima Jiao to pay attention, and Xiao Wence, tell him to deal with Deng Wen'an's case in advance, and don't ask the imperial envoy to involve An Huaide and the others."

"Okay." The fifth prince thought of something and asked, "Who was sent as an imperial envoy?"

"Zhao Baiyu."

"It's him again?!" The fifth prince reacted greatly, with a distorted expression: "I'm going against him because of Mercury retrograde! He's evil—Second brother, you've seen it too, Zhao Baiyu is too evil, we don't even think about it To his playing routine."

"Okay, don't be too excited! Before, you looked down on people first, and then you failed in your calculations when you were at a disadvantage. Moreover, you and I were careful in the capital so as not to make mistakes and not to care about Zhao Baiyu. When he arrives in Huainan, Those officials, large and small, are all local emperors, and when they really arrive in Huainan, they may not be the first to be punished to death."

"That's right, that's right." The fifth prince turned around, clapped his palms and said with a smile: "The people below are used to sycophants, prevarication and delay, and there are endless ways to make people suffer from dumbness."

In this way, the fifth prince felt much relieved, and no longer tensed up, worrying that Huainan would be treated as a target.

***

Zhao House.

In the study room, Zhao Boyong was looking at the proposal for the opening of the night market recently, and couldn't help being overwhelmed when he saw the meticulous and effective policy, and he didn't even notice that Mrs. Xie came in.

"it is good!"

Mrs. Xie was taken aback, and cast a glance at him: "What are you looking at? It's a surprise."

Zhao Boyong put down his pen to criticize the proposal and write arguments, and said to Xie: "It is a proposal to open the night market. It talks about the law, public security maintenance, fire safety, military defense, etc., with careful thinking and sophisticated methods. The main writer, Mr. Mu Gui, is a man of great talent."

Mrs. Xie: "Who is Mr. Mu Gui?"

Zhao Boyong: "A hermit with the talent of a prime minister." Deeply sighed, his eyes were full of admiration: "It's a pity that such a talent does not want to become an official in the court, otherwise it will surely benefit the people and secure an inch of land."

Zhao Boyong became famous when he was young, he claimed to be smart and arrogant, Mr. Xie rarely saw him praise someone so much, so Mr. Mu Gui must be very outstanding.

"Drink a bowl of sweet soup first, and tell you something. Shiro wanted to go to Huainan, and begged me for a while, and I couldn't help him acting like a coquettish child, so I agreed. But I asked Sanlang to accompany him, and I was going to write a letter to inform my mother's family in Yangzhou , Tell them to take good care of Shiro."

Zhao Boyong frowned, not quite agreeing: "Traveling and traveling can easily hurt the body. Not to mention the flood in Huainan, a large number of victims flooded into Yangzhou, what if someone is injured?"

Xie: "I told Shiro the same, but Shiro wanted to go to the disaster relief and visit the victims. His ambition was to become an official in the court. Due to his frailty, he had to give up the scientific research. I want him to go to Yangzhou to see the victims, to understand the people's situation, and think about how to be an official."

Zhao Boyong still frowned.

Mrs. Xie held her husband's arm and whispered softly, "Silang will be weak next year. I want him to try the scientific examination."

Zhao Boyong moved his mouth, wanting to say that his youngest son is weak and sick, and he might not be able to bear the pressure, but in recent years, his health has indeed improved, and other brothers have entered the court as officials, and they are all promising. He has great ambitions and should not be suppressed .

Zhao Boyong's son, is there anything he wants that he can't get?

"it is good."

Zhao Boyong finally nodded.

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Back cloud: the pendant at the head and tail of the Buddha beads.