Once magnificent, now brilliant

Qi Xiang felt a strange feeling in his heart, he knew that his appearance was not good-looking, but Bai Junyu said "it's good", he couldn't help but feel that perhaps it wasn't so scary.

Reaching out to grab the neckerchief, Bai Junyu hid and didn't let him catch it, and then said: "You want to wear it when you go out, I won't stop you, just treat it as a low-key one. But in front of me, you don't have to wear it. Now it's okay very good."

Qi Xiang remained silent and didn't bother to grab it anymore.He was happy when Bai Junyu said this. At the same time, he also understood that what Bai Junyu wanted to express was not the same as what he wanted—it was warm and sour, and the feeling was very subtle.

"Not willing?" Bai Junyu seemed to have to ask Qi Xiang to make a statement.

Qi Xiang sighed softly, "Understood."

Bai Junyu smiled, and his deep eyes softened a lot, "The fourth prince's material is not suitable for you. I have some that are fashionable in Beijing. Let Bai Ru bring the tailor over tomorrow and measure it for you."

"No, no need..." Wearing the clothes made of the material Bai Junyu sent, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

"Anyway, I can't use it all up, it's just right for you, and the color is right." Speaking of this, Bai Junyu said again: "I'm not as careful as Er Mian, but if you need or want anything, just tell me. "

With Bai Junyu's words, no matter whether he really needed it or not, he remembered this intention.

"There is one more thing." Bai Junyu reminded: "Although there are many officials in the court, it may not be easy for them to write stories and make them into operas. Most of the stories in Dachuan that were changed into operas were written and recorded by folk literati. Chinese people may not have that insight and talent."

"Where is Le Si? Can't write too?" Qi Xiang asked.

The music department is a place in the palace that specializes in music, singing and dancing. The people there are talented and affectionate, not ordinary slaves.

Bai Junyu is not optimistic, "They compose music and sing well, but they rarely write anything."

There seemed to be a cloud of worry between Qi Xiang's brows, "Then what should I do?"

Bai Junyu smiled lightly and said, "I can't help you either, I just thought that if the palace can't produce something decent, the emperor might pin his hopes on you."

Qi Xiang waved his hand, "What is my identity? How could the emperor let me write?"

"At this time, identity is not so important. You reminded me before, so I will remind you again. Prepare early and be prepared."

Qi Xiang laughed, "Okay. Although I don't have any ideas, I hope you just thought too much."

Doctor Qian prescribed the medicine, but Shi Zhou adjusted the dosage of several medicines, Qi Xiang drank it well, at least in this season of unstable weather, Qi Xiang didn't get sick.

Rong Cang passed Qi Xiang's idea to the emperor, and the emperor thought it was feasible, so he ordered all the civil servants to go back and write a copy, and the military general did his best. If there are children who are studying at home, they can also write a copy. See details.This "children who study at home" naturally also includes Xianzheng, and Bai Junyu is the only general who can be called literary talent.

It's not impossible to let Xianzheng write stories.After so many years of wandering in Huajie and Liuxiang, he would always hear stories about love, hate and parting sorrow. He could easily write such love stories, but it was really embarrassing for him to write about joining the army.

The emperor asked for a script, and all the ministers and families were busy, hoping that they or their children would be in the eyes of the emperor, and that was the ancestor's smoke.But also because of the short time, it is difficult to find a suitable ghostwriter, so I can only make it up by myself, and it is all about personal level.

What is presented to the emperor is not a memorial, so naturally the best paper should be used.This also caused the most expensive paper in Beijing to be in short supply.

Three days later, a large number of story texts were sent to the imperial court, and the emperor put down the notebooks for the time being, and read them together with the Taifu, Taibao, Grand Scholars, and the left and right prime ministers.

The emperor mainly read the writings of his more hopeful children.The books of the princes obviously told him that the children born in Hanyu didn't know what a story could make the common people excited; It is also fascinating, but the military story ends up being a love story, which is incomprehensible!

The emperor who had some remaining children who had studied in the palace also read it, and his evaluation was only four words—a mess!

People like Prime Minister Zuo also wanted to take the opportunity to please the third prince or the students in his hands, but after reading these things, he couldn't even open his mouth. He probably was dismissed immediately after he said it.

"Dear dear friends, can you see that there is a suitable one?" The emperor asked with his eyebrows pinched.

Everyone present is silent.

The emperor already knew the answer, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Teacher, let Xianxuan come to see me tomorrow morning."

The Taifu was puzzled, "Your Majesty, can you still read the articles written by Huan'er?"

He didn't read what Xianzheng wrote at all. He was old, and the emperor didn't make it difficult for him. Although he wanted to share the emperor's worries, he had never written, and he was really not good at it, so he didn't waste pen and ink.

The emperor looked cold, "It's not that you can see it, but it may be saved."

After all, the emperor got up and waved his hands, "Let's go."

After the emperor left, the Tai Tu took Xian Xuan's to see, and several other adults came over and shook their heads after seeing it, the Tai Tu was also helpless, and said: "It seems that the Emperor really can't pick anyone. "

If this kind of thing is sent out under another name, it might become a good talk, but as the grandson of the Taifu, this kind of thing is hard to come by.

Others can't say anything, the rest of them are really not as good as the virtuous ones, they have been officials for a long time, and they have not been transferred to share the suffering and joy with the people, so they can't express the hearts of the people.

After the next day, Rong Cang, Xian Xuan and Bai Junyu were called to the imperial study.

The emperor still remembered that Qi Xiang was studying with them, and he also had other plans, so he talked to these children to see if they could help.

"Er Mian."

"Yes." Xian Xuan came out honestly. Before coming, his grandfather had reminded him many times that he must be cautious in his words and deeds.

The emperor shook the story he presented, "Your story is well written, but it has nothing to do with joining the army."

Xian Yu also understood, and said with a sad face: "The emperor knows the lesson. I grew up in Beijing, and I read and read with my grandfather. I learned all the things in the book. I don't know anything about war. There are people around me who can talk There is only one general, Jun Yu. But Jun Yu is strict-spoken and never mentions war, so I really have no way of knowing how to join the army."

What he said was firstly to say that he did not form a clique for personal gain, and that the people around him had grown up together. There is nothing wrong with playing together like this. The emperor should know this. Secondly, he said that Bai Junyu did not talk about military affairs in front of them. Those who can keep secrets and know what is important are not those who are easy to brag about.

The emperor really showed a satisfied smile, "Since you have said so, I don't want to force others. But now there is no next usable story, what can you do?"

This matter obviously couldn't be delayed. Bai Junyu thought of what he said to Qi Xiang before, and wondered if Qi Xiang was prepared, and he couldn't recommend it hastily, so he could just stand there. Anyway, it was impossible to expect him to write.

At this moment, Rong Cang took a step forward and said, "Father, my son has a proposal."

"Say." There seemed to be some expectation in the emperor's eyes.

"My son thinks that since the adults are not good at this, it's better to let Qi Xiang try it. Since he came up with the idea, he should also contribute."

Bai Junyu frowned—is it not natural for the fourth prince to pull Qi Xiang into the water like this?

The emperor's brows were stretched, obviously in the middle of his heart.

Xian Xuan immediately bowed and said, "No."

The emperor asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Xian Yu said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Majesty, the stories handed down from Dachuan are all written by literati and refined scholars, so they are qualified to be offered to others. But Qi Xiang is a slave, even if he writes it, it will not be on the stage, let alone edited. If the play is spread and sung, it will only attract criticism, not be selected."

Rong Cang looked stunned, "It's my son's negligence, please forgive my father. It seems that I can only ask a few adults to go back and continue writing. Even if I can't write a good one, it's not easy to hand it over to a slave to let people know I'm afraid they will laugh at me and face no one."

The gentleness on the emperor's face was gone, but he couldn't get angry.It is indeed a joke to ask a slave to write a story, and the ministers are not as good as a slave, and it is also embarrassing for Okawa to say it.

"Okay, you guys go down." The emperor lost interest and sent them away.

After leaving the palace gate, Xian Xuan stretched out his palm.

Rong Cang smiled and gave him a high five.

It was only then that Bai Junyu realized that something was wrong, "You guys have already discussed it?"

Rong Cang waved his hand, "No. I mentioned Wen Jing in the hope of getting Wen Jing out of slavery through this opportunity. Although it is a bit risky, it is a good opportunity. Logically speaking, Er Mian should not object, but he objected, and even put When the issue of slavery came to light, I knew he had the same plan as mine, but the method was different."

Xian Cheng walked forward with a smile. There was no one here, so he could speak with confidence, "The emperor was able to recruit me into the palace. It is obvious that the stories written by those ministers are not as good as mine. I will venture to guess that the emperor really can't find anyone." Now, if I don’t write it, the emperor will just have to wait, which is called retreating. When there is no other way, the emperor will ask Wen Jing to write, and there is a difference between ‘please’ and ‘let’.”

Bai Junyu looked at the two smiling people, "What if you don't fall into your arms this time?"

Xian Xuan said: "That's okay, the worst thing is to wait for another chance. Anyway, Wen Jingji fell into my house, so I can definitely protect him."

Bai Junyu didn't ask any more questions, and followed them silently. When they were studying together, Xianzheng and Rongcang were the closest and also had the most tacit understanding. One expression and one look could tell what the other wanted to do. , He has seen this countless times.

What about him?Who is he closer to?

Bai Junyu thought about it carefully for a while, and it was Qi Xiang who jumped out of his mind.

Indeed, on the surface, he has a better relationship with Rong Cang, which is also normal. They are Rong Cang's accompanying students, and Rong Cang must be the center.But in fact, he still had more contact with Qi Xiang in private. Putting aside those quarrels, they also had countless days of getting along in harmony.

When did the dispute start?Bai Junyu couldn't remember clearly.But he knew that he didn't know what Rongcang and Xianzheng liked to eat and what books they liked to read, but he knew everything about Qi Xiang.

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